Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2017 20:36:41 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: The Plane of My Dreams 2

		The plane of my dreams 2 AKA child migrant

The continuing tales of a British teenage migrant as a RAAF apprentice
aircraft engineer at RAAF Wagga Wagga, NSW, Australia in the 1950's, this
is entirely a work of fiction by Vintagespeedoboy.

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			   The Apprentice master

The trade training course now encompassed thread forms used in engineering;
I learned all about the different types in use together with some strange
ones as well, we all received a little Zeus tools booklet which listed all
the English & American forms plus another booklet listing Metric threads,
both books were quite technical especially for 15 year old first year
apprentices who like myself our first encounters with threaded parts was on
our bicycles, at that stage of our lives all we knew was that a nut either
screwed onto a bolt or didn't, the reasons why we had yet to learn.

Our instructor for this term was a Mr. Rolfe, he was in his 40's with short
brown hair of an athletic build with brown eyes standing around 6 feet,
unlike the other instructors he had the patience of a saint, he was an
excellent teacher who explained things in simple terms we could all
understand, we already knew how to use precision measuring instruments, now
he introduced us to thread gauges, taps, dies &c, with our little pocket
books before finally letting us loose on boxes of bolts &c. Each item had a
ticket on it which described the component; our task was to determine the
size & thread form of each item using our measuring instruments & write
them down on a sheet of paper.

This exercise wasn't as simple as it first appeared; having measured the
component we had to refer to our little booklets to determine if what we
measured was either an imperial fraction or a metric size & having 3 sets
of thread gauges certainly made these exercises challenging.

Mr. Rolfe soon found out that I grasped these exercises very quickly & got
every single one right, when he gave me another box of parts with some very
strange thread forms indeed, I reckon he tried to catch me out, 2 of the
parts came from a Harley Davidson motorcycle & they were clearly identified
as such, one of them was a casing screw which I measured at a quarter of an
inch by 24 TPI, the other item was a cylinder head bolt which I measured at
seven sixteenths of an inch x 16 TPI, these sizes definitely weren't in any
of our charts & Mr. Rolfe then told me that those 2 sizes were peculiar to
Harley Davidson motorcycles & I wrote them down in my exercise book for
future reference.

It was during our drilling & tapping exercises that Mr. Rolfe introduced us
to helicoil inserts, these are a precision diamond section high
specification stainless steel wire spring which comes in varying lengths as
part of a kit sold by Armstrong York of Sunshine, a suburb of Melbourne, he
showed us a kit, originally made in England which came in a red tin box
comprising special oversize taps called insert taps, threaded slotted
mandrels which screwed into the central shaft of a pre-winder tool
comprising a brightly plated steel threaded tube with a locating peg for
the threaded nozzles which were held in place by a knurled threaded ring &
was sleeved at the opposite end with a top hat aluminum sleeve which guided
the central shaft of the tool. Inserts were loaded into the tool through a
rectangular port & screwed into the hardened steel nozzle until it was just
about to come out of the pointed end, the tool was placed up against the
pre-threaded hole & the insert was screwed into place until the end of the
coil was half a thread pitch depth below the surface & finally the tang was
broken off either with a pin punch or a pair of needle nosed pliers.



Our class drilled right through & tapped into rectangular section aluminium
bars using the special tap from the kit then fitted the insert, we were
told not to break the tangs off so that the inserts could be re-used again,
of course I was one step ahead of the class on this exercise having seen
the kits in the blue tins marked `Bollhoff helicoil fur Volkswagen,' Dad
had brought home both the spark plug kit & the multi assortment kit for the
teenage apprentice mechanic to repair both the spark plug & the 6mm sump
plate studs on his Volkswagen Beetle.

Mr. Rolfe knew that my father was one of the technical supervisors at the
CKD plant at Clayton in Melbourne & he drove around in a privately imported
black 1948 Volkswagen Beetle, he bought the car second hand from a dealer
in Sydney & he kept the car well maintained carrying out all the work
himself, it was one day whilst he was about to carry out a routine oil
change in the base's motorized transport workshop that he found the cause
of the annoying oil leak which plagued his car.



The sump plug on a type 1 VW Beetle is located on the right hand side of
the sump, this wasn't the source of the annoying oil leak, the problem was
traced to 2 of the 6 studs which held the pressed steel circular sump plate
in place, it was at that point when a RAAF corporal came into the billet
asking for me saying.



"Mr. Rolfe wants to see you at the MT workshop."



I rode my Ricardo track bike to the workshop seeing his VW beetle on axle
stands, the oil had already been drained from the vehicle & on the bench
was the sump plate, the oil filter mesh screen, the 2 gaskets & the
offending studs with their nuts still attached, that's when he asked me if
I could phone my father.

We went to the office & picked up the phone, the base operator connected us
to the long distance operator who in turn connected us to the technical
department at Clayton; my father came on the line & spoke to Mr. Rolfe who
explained the problem.



"Mr. Rolfe, there are 2 ways this can be fixed, I assume you're not near to
a dealer with one of our helicoil kits therefore I will have a repair kit
of 2 gaskets & a set of 6 studs, which has a larger 8mm thread at one end
with both sets of washers, nuts & a tap posted out express mail to my son
today," then the call ended.



"Your father's a very kind man doing this, you're a handy lad to know, I'll
just tidy up, wash my hands & we'll both have a nice smoko."



"Sounds good to me, I'll just put the kettle on."



The kettle boiled & I made our mugs of tea, he lit up 2 cigarettes & passed
me one, after a couple of puffs I got an enormous head rush which also put
me in a relaxed state of mind, as we talked he put his hand onto my bare
thigh as I was wearing my tropical uniform which also comprised a pair of
khaki bush shorts, his hand felt reassuring & I didn't move my leg away, he
looked at me with a strange look & said whilst he stroked my thigh.



"I know I shouldn't be liaising with apprentices but I really like you,
you're a good strong healthy lad & I've never had to tell you off, I've
watched you a lot & I can see that you're packing a big one inside your
shorts, I bet you play with it a lot & can shoot loads of spooge juice," as
his hand slowly wandered up to the hem of my uniform shorts, my cock became
as hard as a rod of iron with the foreskin peeling back by itself tenting
out my shorts, his hand slowly went under the hem until he brushed the piss
slit with a finger becoming pleasantly surprised when he felt the silky
nylon which felt so awesome, my cock was twitching 19 to the dozen, pre-cum
was leaking copiously into my speedo swimming trunks I wore as underwear &
wetting his finger, I very nearly shot my load into my swimming trunks &
had to ask him to stop.

After a few minutes I had calmed down although my cock still remained hard,
that's when he said to me.



"There's so many teenage boys here & they all fucking wank, I'm not
surprised that there's some very hot blooded lads here, every one of them
far from home & all of them wanting sex, I really like you & if we both
climb into the back of one of the trucks we could have a really great time,
boy, I want to fuck your arse."



I was so worked up gagging for sex & we both climbed up into the back of a
military truck, Mr. Rolfe dropped the rear canvas cover & fondled me
passionately giving me loads of kisses before he unbuckled my belt, took
down my shorts & gasped when he saw that I was wearing a pair of black
silky nylon speedo swimming trunks instead of my underpants, he felt my
hard cock through the silky nylon saying. "I love to see youngsters in
swimming trunks, it's so sexy, it really turns me on."

He slowly untied the cord & pulled them down, then he unbuttoned my shirt &
took it off followed by my white cotton vest, now I was naked apart from my
shoes, I bent over as he asked presenting him with my boy pussy hole, he
finger fucked me with some gel & slowly pushed his 8 inches of thick
throbbing leaking man cock inside me, I felt his cock constantly twitching
inside which felt so awesome I was dripping pre-cum onto the floor of the
truck, then he stroked my nipples with his thumbs adding to the lovely
sensations I was now experiencing, my nubs became as hard as tiny little
cocklets then he fondled my breasts which were almost like girls breasts
having previously gazed at them in a mirror, they were well developed owing
to the swimming & all the sports I played at the base, my nipples & areolas
were now pointed out like a girls, they had became puffy & my large nipples
stuck out like bullets, they were very sensitive necessitating me to put
sticking plasters over them whenever I went out running otherwise they
became very sore owing to them rubbing on my vest, the base doctor calls
this runners nipple & he told me that I have developed breast buds.

He slowly pumped his rampant cock inside my pussy hole whilst mine felt
awesome with both the head of my cock & the inside of my balls tingling, I
knew I wouldn't last any more than a couple of minutes & sure enough those
feelings built up so much I was in ecstacy as several large spurts of spunk
flew out of my cock, that's when I felt his cock thump several times as his
hot spunk gushed deep inside me, it felt so awesome I was nearly screaming
my head off.



My afterglow was truly awesome, it felt as though I felt love for this man
who just gave me a good fucking & now sucked my cock clean of any remaining
spunk, I had to get dressed whilst he cleaned the floor of the truck, he
sent me to the toilet to empty the spunk out from inside me before we met
up at the tea room, we both smoked another cigarette each over another cup
of tea, then he raided the fridge giving me 2 Arnotts Tim tams chocolate
biscuits, I had to be getting back to the billet for footy training &
that's when he pressed 2 crisp 1 pound notes into my hand with a wink
saying.



"You really are truly a nice fuck; perhaps we could do it again sometime,
this has to remain our secret," I mounted my track bike & rode back to my
billet feeling like a happy bunny.



I just made it back in time to see some of the lads changing into their
footy kit for Australian rules footy training, I quickly changed into my
kit & stuck plasters onto my nipples, took a leak, grabbed my towel & wash
kit & joined the others outside for the march to the sports oval for
another training session during which I must have been lucky not to have
brought up those biscuits onto the grass.

We had a good if hard session whereby the PTI worked us hard although he
frequently stopped the training to give us mini lectures & demonstrations
which gave all of us a breather until at the end he had us running around
the perimeter of the sports oval & finally took us through our cool down
exercises, boy were we glad to have good long showers afterwards.

It was a couple of days later when we collected our mail, the corporal
looked at me with a strange look after seeing the Volkswagen printed label
on the package asking.



"What are you doing with Volkswagen you drongo, you're not even old enough
to drive," as he handed me the package.



"It's for Mr. Rolfe our instructor, my father sent me that kit which I will
pass onto him, it's to repair the oil sump & the threads which hold it in
place to cure an oil leak on his car."



"It sounds to me that you could be a handy lad to know, just how much do
you know about those cars?"



"Dad says they come from Germany in crates, the blokes there build them up
& they're sent out to the dealers, the engine & gearbox is in the back of
the car, the cylinders are air cooled so there's no radiator, Dad's car is
only a few months old & everyone's been saying how reliable they are."



"I'll be getting married shortly & there's the issue of what car we buy for
my new family, with my air force pay I will obviously have to pay for the
car on finance for a few years but at the end of that we will own the car,
I must speak with my fiancé about this as it's a decision we must
make together."



"Why don't you speak to Mr. Rolfe & ask him about his experiences with his
car."



"That's a good idea, for a youngster you're quite a clever bludger, I'll
have to catch you later."



I caught up with Mr.Rolfe handing him the package, he opened it looking at
its contents with an analytical eye, the sump plate was just an ordinary
steel stamping & unlike his original part came fitted with a drain plug,
with the plate was 6 bull headed studs with nuts & ordinary washers, 2
gaskets & a M8 x 1.25 tap, a pleasing smile came to his face as he said.



"Bloody good job mate, tell your father a big thank you from me," he placed
the package on his desk & carried on with the lesson, at the end of the day
he went to the MT workshop where I caught up with him after evening meal
still wearing my uniform as I rode there on my bicycle.

He asked me to don a pair of overalls, connect up a lead light, grabbed 2
floor creepers which we used to slide under the car, I held the light for
him whilst he fitted his old sump plate which the engineering shop had
modified by precisely brazing 2 different bore sized machined tubes onto
opposite holes which formed the old sump plate into a drilling & tapping
guide thus ensuring perfect alignment during those operations. He drilled
out the remainder of the threaded holes & tapped them out using each guide
before finally removing the guide plate, blew the remaining swarf away with
a compressed air line & wiped the area with a clean rag.

He then fitted the new studs, greased the gaskets so they would stick to
both the crankcase & the new sump plate, fitted the sump filter screen &
the new sump plate finally checking all the nuts & the drain plug, filled
the engine with clean oil & dropped the car off the axle stands leaving me
to put away the stands, lead light & creepers whilst he sat in the car &
started the engine.

Like my father's car the engine ran sweetly with its classic dub dub
exhaust note, he let the engine idle for a while checking that no oil had
leaked onto the floor, we finally took off our overalls & he said. "Go &
park your bike, I'll collect you outside your billet & take you out for a
spin." We had worked on the car whilst 2 mechanics working on a truck right
beside us watched us with interest.



He collected me outside the billet & drove out through the main gate, once
on the road his hand glided along my naked thigh, I had gone to the
workshop expecting him to fuck me with his cock & with this in mind went to
the toilet changing my underwear for my speedo swimming trunks, once his
hand felt the silky nylon be beamed a huge smile saying. "You've obviously
thought about me."

My cock became as hard as a rod of iron & the head pushed out through the
foreskin, pre-cum was leaking copiously into my trunks making them wet
around the head of my cock, the wetness permeated through my uniform shorts
forming a huge wet patch, not having had a wank for a couple of days I knew
I had a huge load of spunk waiting to gush out of my cock, I felt a gush of
watery white liquid squirt out of my cock adding to the wetness making me
look as though I had pissed into my shorts which worried me a lot with the
thought of walking back into the billet sporting a huge wet patch, I would
find out later that he had this base covered.

We entered his house which is an old weatherboard property on the outskirts
of the town with a large corrugated cylindrical water tank on each corner &
the usual red painted corrugated sheet steel roof, he picked several ripe
oranges from a tree & soon set to cutting them in half, squeezing out the
juice into a jug placing it into his fridge reminding me of the promise
they made to me of oranges for breakfast.

The house was smaller than my parents place in Melbourne & had a cozy
appearance to its interior, the furnishings were obviously old, the
wallpaper was faded & a number of model aircraft hung from the ceiling, the
property had the usual outside toilet within a wooden cubicle, the white
enameled solid cast iron bath was really ancient & next to it stood a
really ancient wood fuelled upright cylindrical bath heater. I thought our
bath heater was ancient but this one must have been made in the reign of
Queen Victoria.

We went out to his old dilapidated wooden shed which looked as though it
was about to fall down, probably the only thing stopping it was a huge
mature grape vine which had grown all around the shed; I tried a grape
which was deliciously sweet & tucked into a few more, I knew if all the
lads from my flight came here there would be none left.

He took me into his shed warning me to watch out for any redback spiders, I
could see there was an old motorcycle covered by an old US army pup tent
probably from the First World War, he removed the covering exposing a rigid
framed & girder forked Excelsior motorcycle which had obviously stood there
for many years, I saw that it housed a single cylinder twin port Villiers
two stroke engine, back home in the UK every schoolboy must have dreamed of
finding an old motorcycle in a shed somewhere & a few lucky ones did, apart
from the dust & the flat tyres it looked for all the world as though the
machine would start up & run, excitement coursed through my body like
electricity as I asked.



"Does this motorcycle run?"



"I'm sure if we both spent some time getting her ready she'll make you a
lovely little jigger."



Did I hear him right?, make me a lovely little jigger?, I became
overwhelmed with emotion, I had just been given a motorcycle, this was my
first bike & I wasn't even old enough to ride it, oh my god!.



"When you get the next weekend off we'll both work on her, meanwhile I'll
do some work on her for you until then, now to do what we've originally
came here for," as he stroked the bulge in his trousers.

He led me to his bedroom where he lovingly stripped me naked then sucked on
each of my nipples which felt so awesome the sensations went straight to my
balls, he then sucked on my cock which by now was leaking out more pre-cum
& felt so awesome I felt another squirt of watery white liquid gush into
his mouth, he sighed with a loud Hmm before swallowing the elixir from my
cock, now he opened a small tin of scented jelly of the type used on babies
applying it to both his throbbing leaking cock which was jerking like a
wand with its powerful twitches & my teen boy's pussy hole.

He took the greatest of care pushing it inside me whilst he held my hips
then gently massaged my nipples, OMG, with a powerfully twitching huge cock
inside me and the sensations of having my nipples sensually massaged my
cock shot out another stream of watery white liquid like a water pistol
which flew right across the room, he lovingly plowed slowly into me & I was
almost seeing stars, those awesome feelings were building up to an
unbelievable intensity when wham! I must have blasted out the biggest load
from my cock ever which flew out in huge powerful gushes across the room &
then I felt every one of his huge hot gushes deep inside me as his cock
filled those deepest parts of my chute with his spunk, so intense was the
orgasm that I practically screamed the house down, it was after he pulled
out of me that I saw a bead of white liquid had come out from each nipple,
there was just enough to put it on my finger & lick it, it was like tasting
a heavenly elixir, Mr. Rolfe did the same with the other bead of liquid, he
savoured its taste saying. "Delicious."

I became worried that I might even turn into a girl when he said to me in a
lovingly reassuring voice.



"You really are a special youngster, what's happened to you is a heavenly
miracle, you have actually produced small drops of milk, I wouldn't worry
yourself too much as maybe in a couple of years you won't be producing any,
you're just going through a lovely phase in your life."



Perhaps he is right, the base doctor said the same thing & in a way I am
trusting to their judgment, but what if they're wrong, suppose I do grow a
woman's breasts? Would I have to wear a bra? I would become a freak; my
career would be in tatters, could I ever face the world? I would have to
wear a girls swim suit every time I went swimming, everything about me is
all boy; I do have a nice cock, I can shoot loads of spunk, perhaps someone
may have the right answer.

I had a good wash before getting dressed which is when he gave me a nice
surprise, waiting for me on the bed was a brand new pair of bottle green
silky nylon speedo swimming trunks & an unissued pair of uniform shorts in
my size, I had already hand washed & wrung out my black pair & would have
worn them damp under my shorts knowing that my body heat would soon dry
them out, the wet patch on my uniform shorts is another issue altogether
except now I can throw them into the wash & keep a pair hidden as we are
only supposed to have 2 pairs, we went into the kitchen where he took the
now ice cold fresh orange juice out of the fridge & poured me a glass which
he served with some chocolate biscuits, the orange juice tasted lovely just
like a proper orange juice should except this wasn't my breakfast, the
promise was for oranges for breakfast & I told Mr. Rolfe of this promise
made to me in England, he went out to the tree, picked enough to fill a
shopping bag which I would distribute amongst the rest of the flight, gave
me 2 crisp one pound notes & drove me back in his car to the front gate.

I entered the billet again to calls of. "Where have you been?" I
replied. I've been & got this lot for you," as I emptied the oranges out
onto my bed taking one for myself & one for Bernie, the rest of the flight
quickly took their oranges some of who ate theirs right away, it was a very
poignant moment when I said to Bernie holding both oranges.



"You remember that promise they made to us back in England, these are our
oranges for breakfast," his eyes moistened as he looked at me saying with a
lump in his throat.



"I had a life back there, I had friends, my parents loved me," I suddenly
realized what Bernie was going through, homesickness bit into him like a
disease, I should have spotted the signs earlier, I should have spent more
time with him, we both swore an oath to be the best of mates & I had
horrible feelings that I let him down, Johann Schweizer quickly realized
that something was wrong & fetched the billet corporal.

The 3 of us went outside & walked to the sports oval where we wouldn't be
disturbed, we talked through his problems & summing up I said to him.



"Look, it's England that has wronged us, we were deceived into coming here,
what we've done over there is history, we have a clean slate here, we're
both doing well on the course, both our parents have got far better jobs
than they would otherwise have back home, our parents both have nice houses
& nice cars, what would we be back home, bloody labourers still living in
council houses, we're not kids any more, even those of the same age as us
had their last summer holidays at the end of their third year, we're the
lucky ones out of all those boatloads of kids arriving here by the
thousand."



The billet corporal had a look of shock on his face at what I just said
saying.



"Bloody oath! Look, sorry, I never even knew this was going on; those
bastards are sending kids out here by the boatload! someone should bloody
well be held to account for this, how long has this been going on? This is
serious mind blowing shit of the sort which brings down governments, If I
were you I wouldn't mention this to anyone otherwise our arses would be
kicked, we'll probably be kicked out & locked up in a mental institution
for the rest of our lives, I tell you what though, I know that you're a
good pair of lads, you're both doing well with your training & especially
with sports, what I will do is watch over you both, help you as much as I
can & get you both through the course, I can't say fairer than that."



Bernie knew what we discussed made sense, it hardened his resolve to
knuckle down with his training & I'm glad that when we did walk away from
the sports oval he became a man, in fact he was his old self once again,
with an imminent field training exercise due at the weekend we both looked
forward to it with more time under hoochies out in the bush.



The weekend's field exercise would certainly be a good one, for this we
wore our battle dress uniforms with steel helmets, full webbing with Lee
Enfield service rifles, blank ammunition, ration packs, full water bottles
&c, after our Friday evening meal, we got ourselves ready & stood on the
flight line waiting for our aircraft, we watched the Bristol Freighter land
& taxi to the flight line before stopping its engines & the front clamshell
cargo doors at its round bulbous nose opened, this was indeed a huge
aircraft powered by 2 huge radial piston engines, we boarded its cavernous
interior laying our kit down the centre & sitting against the side walls of
the aircraft, apart from our blue uniforms we all looked like a bad assed
bunch of troops going to war, this flight certainly had everyone excited &
like the airlines we were welcomed aboard for the flight to Puckapunyal
army base in Victoria.

Having boarded the aircraft & sat down, its huge 14 cylinder Bristol
Hercules sleeve valve radial engines rated at 1,980 horsepower each started
up belching out clouds of blue smoke, the aircraft taxied out to the apron
where the captain performed the engine power checks before taking off in
the last of the remaining sunlight.

The aircraft accelerated down the runway with a loud roar from both engines
& the interior of the aircraft sounded like an earthquake, with all the
noise around us Bernie held my hand with a nervous expression on his face &
I said to him in a comforting voice.



"Listen, I've flown more miles that anyone on board apart from those up
front, believe me when I tell you, flying is a lot safer these days than
crossing a street," I watched the wings bend upwards & the interior became
quieter as we left the ground.

The flight that evening was as smooth as a millpond without a ripple; it
was so smooth you could stand a threepenny bit on the floor, we all watched
a beautiful sunset & when we reached 12,000 feet, a corporal brought out
the tea urn saying.



"Come on lads; get your mugs out, tea's up, it's steward service today."



We all reached into our large packs for our mugs & a few lads started
eating the oranges they saved, I had already eaten mine but Bernie had
saved his & split it with me, the tea was strong & sweet as tea should be
which is one of cookie's trademarks, he would never make up an urn which
tasted like dishwater & all the lads respected him for it.

We heard the engines being throttled back & knew the landing was imminent,
the corporal said to us in a loud authoritative voice.



"Lads, we are going to land on a grass runway, you don't need me to tell
you that we're in for a bloody thorough shaking plus it's a short runway,
when the captain sounds the buzzer you bloody well hold onto your hats."



The descent too was smooth apart from a couple of light bumps, now we were
landing in the dark & I saw the runway lights just before we banked to the
right for the final approach, the aircraft landed with a thump as we
touched down & it sounded like the gates of hell had opened, the engines
roared like hell on reverse thrust & the noises inside the aircraft was an
infernal din plus the forces of braking tried to shift our bodies & our
bags to the front of the aircraft, we had finally landed & the engines were
shut down, the front clamshell doors were opened when suddenly the corporal
blew his whistle furiously & the buzzer sounded continuously as he bellowed
out.



"Get out now, emergency aircraft evacuation, Out! Out! Out, leave your kit,
get out now!"



As soon as we exited the doors another man bellowed out. "Run to the truck!
We all ran like hell & another one shouted. "Get down now, that thing's
full of gasoline & it's about to blow up", we hit the grass when there was
a loud ear splitting bang, someone had let off a thunderflash and was
spraying the area with a fire extinguisher where the firework had
detonated.

An officer came up to us giving us a speech in an authoritative voice like
a schoolmaster saying.



"Gentlemen, welcome to Puckapunyal camp, I've just learned that all of you
performed well during the emergency aircraft evacuation exercise, well done
everyone & to my staff for laying it on for you, this evacuation is a first
for all of you, in future you must try to leave the aircraft with your kit
& weapons as your survival & safety will depend on it. During your training
all of you will practice back at your units, please collect your kit & any
remaining weapons from the aircraft, the truck will take you to your billet
for the night."



We were billeted in the army camp for the night, with no blankets or sheets
issued we had to sleep in our bedrolls in the bunks, these consisted of a
cover (swag) & a horse blanket, more blankets would be issued in cold
conditions out in the bush, we all wore our wooly cap comforters whilst
sleeping which was usually under our hoochies, the following morning we
were woken up by an army corporal, washed/showered ourselves, dressed into
our battledress uniforms, polished our boots, packed away our kit & went to
the cookhouse for breakfast.

We were lectured on weapons handling & safety, tested & taken out to the
firing range for the morning's shooting which took us to lunchtime again in
the cookhouse, afterwards our flights were separated & taken by truck to
our bivouac area where we erected our hoochie shelters, laid out our
groundsheets & bedrolls & finally camouflaged our shelters with natural
foliage, once again I had paired up with Bernie as my sleeping partner
under our hoochie.

We all took turns in patrolling with the intention of locating the enemy
flight's encampment whilst the remainder guarded the camp, my patrol was
the third one out & we encountered a patrol from the enemy flight & engaged
them in a fire fight shooting off blanks, both flights had been briefed to
effect a tactical withdrawal from each other although it was good fun while
it lasted.

Late afternoon we cooked our evening meals from our ration packs with half
cooking & eating whilst the other half kept watch, then we kept watch
whilst the other half cooked & ate their meals taking us up to last light
when both flights stuck their coloured flags into the ground in the centre
of their encampments, this now became the classic game of flag with both
flights sending out patrols through the night & sometimes encountering each
other with fire fights, around 11.30 pm one of our patrols attacked the
enemy camp & it was Johann Schweizer who ran in & stole their flag becoming
our hero of the night, now we had two flags in the centre of our camp to
defend & the other lot were no doubt determined not only to get theirs back
but to steal ours as well.

By morning stand to we still had both flags standing proudly in our
encampment meaning that we had won, what followed was a mass assault on our
position by them together with the Australian army, they had managed to
creep up on us undetected when a parachute rocket flare was fired into the
air illuminating our encampment followed by thunderflashes landing inside
our encampment, everyone was firing at the flashes of gunfire, both
flight's Bren guns were chattering away when there was a mass charge into
our camp followed by whistle blasts & `Cease fire' calls from the
Australian army instructors, everyone greeted each other & we all had a
good time re-counting our experiences of the night, finally, as a penalty
the opposing flight had to cook our breakfasts as well as theirs, to do
that we all had to pair up with each other.

During the night every one of us had about 4 hours sleep, now we were
cleaning our weapons, striking camp & getting ready for the march to the
trucks, we had to wait for the losing flight to strike camp before being
driven back to the army camp where we gathered in the cookhouse for
tea/coffee & a snack before being given our post exercise briefing.

On summing up our instructors were pleased with our efforts congratulating
all of us for a very good night, we had been lucky to have had good
weather, now it was time to board the trucks to the waiting aircraft for
our flight back to Wagga Wagga where most of us fell asleep on the plane.



We spent the rest of the day re- cleaning & oiling rifles before placing
them back in the armoury, doing our homework assignments, cleaning our kit
& our billet, placed our battledress uniforms & other clothing into the
huge basket for the camp laundry, ate our evening meal in the cookhouse
after which I changed into civilian clothes, mounted my bicycle & rode out
through the main gate to Mr. Rolfe's house which took me about half an
hour, I parked the bicycle in his shed, knocked on the door & entered the
house.

He gave me a huge hug & planted me with loads of kisses, I got a huge hard
on inside my black speedo swimming trunks I changed into before the ride
over; he stopped me there & said.



"Come with me out to the shed, I've got a surprise for you," we walked out
to the shed & he removed the covering from the motorcycle which now looked
neat & tidy owing to him having cleaned up the machine & re-inflated the
tyres, he turned on the fuel tap, depressed the float tickler button until
some fuel leaked out from the carburettur, operated a handlebar lever &
kick started the machine.

It took him 3 kicks & the engine burst into life blowing some blue smoke
out from its twin fishtail silencers, the engine sounded like a lawnmower
running & rapidly filled the interior of the shed with exhaust fumes, he
wheeled the running motorcycle into the garden, sat on it, pulled in the
clutch, selected first gear & rode a few circles around the garden churning
up the grass as he went.

I became thrilled just to watch him ride it & this machine coming to life,
it smelled of both two stroke exhaust fumes & heated metal, I could see
vapours, coming off the engine, obviously the remnants of the dust being
burnt off by the heat, I noticed a bolt with a copper washer replacing the
pipe which came off the front of the crankcase & asked him about it.



"It's the pressurizing line for the oil tank, pressure from the engine is
piped into the tank which then feeds two stroke oil to the engine, which
can sometimes go wrong & cause the engine to seize up, it's a lot simpler
to do away with it by blocking off the hole & mixing the oil with the
petrol, that way you can't go wrong."



It made sense to me what he just said, I could replace the redundant oil
tank with a toolbox which would be used to store a few tools &c inside &
would be a job for another day, he sat me on the saddle, explained what the
controls are, asked me to pull in the clutch, select first gear, rev the
engine slightly as I fed in the clutch & I was now riding the machine
around his garden, this was so exhilarating, I have been on the back of a
few motorcycles in the UK, now I was actually riding one.

He stopped me with his hand, passed me an old pudding basin crash helmet
which he placed on my head & fastened the strap, tapped me on the back
saying. "Off you go."



I rode the machine to the gate, stopped to look out for any traffic before
turning right & riding along the road to the air base, I accelerated the
machine & changed up into second which is top gear as this machine only has
a two speed transmission, I now experienced speed for the first time as I
watched the speedometer needle climb past 30 mph, & then 40 mph, I felt as
though I was on a jet fighter, the wind was blasting into my face making my
eyes stream, there was very little traffic on the road so I passed the
front gate & carried on up to a nearby farm, turned around & rode back.

Here was I, a 15 year old riding a motorcycle on the road without a
licence, I didn't care, this was a rite of passage towards adulthood, the
fact that this machine was 25 years old, looking like an old crate & was
powered by a 147cc two stroke Villiers engine didn't come into it, this was
my machine, it had character, it vibrated & pulsed with life, it had a nice
patina for its age having remained unchanged since the day it passed out
through the factory gate in England in a crate bound for a dealer in Sydney
apart from a pillion box seat & a rear luggage carrier, maybe I ought to
give this machine a name?.

As I rode past the main gate the corporal on duty looked & watched me pass
by, I almost swore that he recognized me, further down the road was a cop
on a BSA single cylinder motorcycle coming from the opposite direction, our
gazes met as we passed, I looked behind & became terrified as I watched him
stop & turn his motorcycle in a U turn, now he was following me, I tried to
hold my composure sticking rigidly to 30 mph, Mr. Rolfe's house loomed ever
closer by the second & I stuck my left arm out to signal the turn before
entering the drive of his house when the BSA pulled up sounding its horn
outside.

The cop had pulled me over, he beckoned me towards him as I cowered with
fright, fortunately Mr.Rolfe saw this & came out from the house to
accompany me, the cop asked me.



"Is this your Motorcycle sonny?" I was just about to answer the question
when Mr.Rolfe said.



"It's my motorcycle, I just sent the youngster out for a spin on it which
is his first time," the cop came over, looked over the machine, took it off
its stand, tried the brakes, looked at the tyres before placing the machine
back onto its stand, he looked at me saying.



"I haven't seen you around here so you must be one of the boys from the air
base; I can see that because of your haircut,"



Mr. Rolfe answered. "He is indeed one of my students; he's here as he
requires my help with his revision."



"And does that also entail him riding a motorcycle?"



"We've all had to start somewhere sometime, even you've had to learn once &
it's only fair that as his mentor I guide him into a good start in life."



"I've got a boy myself, it's good that someone like you is there to
constructively teach them," then he spoke to me saying.



"Sonny, when you've got some time, pop into the shop & buy yourself a copy
of the state's road laws, read it, study it & when the time comes you apply
for your licence, the next time I see that machine on the road I want to
see it displaying rego, have a nice evening," then he departed.



Mr.Rolfe said. "That's what you call a close shave," I was tingling all
over with excitement at having got away with it & hugged him, his cock was
rock hard pressing against me leaking pre-cum through his trousers, we
quickly went inside, stripped naked & he suckled onto my nipples which felt
so awesome the sensations on my cock were so intense I was on a hair
trigger & within seconds I blasted out a load of spunk over him without
ever touching it, he squeezed my right breast expressing a spoonful of my
milk & spoon fed it to me, I had never thought in a million years that my
milk tasted so delicious, it tasted similar to ice cream or condensed milk,
I wished I could produce it for the rest of my life but my supply would
probably dry up in a year or two so it was best to enjoy this treat from
nature while I can except there were others who also wanted a taste as
well.

He lubed up my boy pussy hole & slowly pushed his cock inside me, once
again those feelings of fullness felt awesome coupled with the powerful
twitching of his cock & my feeling his warm pre-cum flowing inside me, he
held me by my hips & plowed into me, sometimes he would stroke my nipples
which were so sensitive my balls were tingling, I was so worked up watery
white jets of fluid was frequently spraying out from my cock, those
orgasmic feelings were building up rapidly & there was no holding back when
another series of cum blasts flew several feet out from my cock, I felt my
boy pussy hole pulsing like mad which triggered him to fill my chute with
hot spunk, he blasted a huge load inside me I felt every single one of his
hot gushes, my feelings were so intense I couldn't stop screaming, more of
my breast milk trickled out from my nipples, I was having the most intense
orgasm of my life, so much so I never thought having sex would reach these
heights of intensity, in just those few moments a tirade of foul language
uttered from my mouth, even though I was spent my cock still remained rock
hard & so did his, he opened his pack of cigarettes, lit 2 & passed me one,
I drew heavily for the first 3 pulls getting an awesome head rush, finally
I came down from my orgasmic high settling into a most peaceful feeling of
happiness & we laid on his bed together.

I had to be getting back so I took a quick shower, got dressed & rode back
to camp on my bicycle, as I entered the main gate, the corporal called me
over & said.



"I watched you riding past on an old motorbike, just don't get caught," as
he looked at me with a wry smile, I parked my bike, entered the billet &
whilst sorting my books into my haversack for the morning Johann Schweizer
came up to me asking. "Can you please help me with something?"

We sat together on my bed whilst he took out his homework; it was just a
few questions on thread forms asking for the threads per inch on bolt
sizes, I asked him.

"These questions are easy, where's your Zeus book? All you have to do is
refer to it, I got mine out, passed it to him although a quick glance
showed that he did indeed have his book inside his haversack, he wrote down
the answers & thanked me, I replied.



"There's something bothering you, why don't we take a walk & talk about
it?" we walked to the NAAFI & had a cup of tea, I chose a table in the far
corner away from everyone else & we sat down, he picked his moment & asked
me in a quiet voice.



"You remember when you held me up in the water when you were teaching me to
swim, your hands felt awesome on me, I felt something which I never felt
before, I really liked it & I got a very hard cock in my swimming trunks, I
would like you to do something like that to me again."



I replied. "Johann, I would love to give you a good time, feel you all over
& show you what it's really like to have some really great sex, we must
always keep it a secret," I always liked Johann, he was always cheerful, he
pulled his weight with our flight, he was doing well at trade training, we
were both good swimmers & good footy players, we'd often talked to each
other & either I didn't spot the signs or ignored them as Bernie was my
true partner, we had sworn an oath of friendship during those dark days at
Turana & I knew he would understand the same as I would if he wanted sex
with another student, I let him know which he was OK with, then sneaked
with him into a store room.

As soon as we were inside, we hurriedly took our clothes off & passionately
kissed & fondled each other like a pair of lovers, Johann's lust for me
reached incredible heights, he had a nice fat 7 inch cock & we were humping
our cocks into each other, I got him to slow down with his urgent
lovemaking & enjoy ourselves more, I gently massaged his nipples & sucked
on them when he let out a loud sigh before sucking his cock, I had my small
tin of medicated Vaseline with me & with it I lubed his cock & presented my
boy pussy to him, he certainly knew what to do as he pushed it inside me,
waited for me to settle except that his was the strongest cock I ever had
felt inside me, his twitches were so strong they felt awesome on my love
button & his cock certainly gave me a lovely feeling of fullness, it was so
wonderful having him inside me I was almost seeing stars, I was squirting
out jets of watery white liquid from my cock & beads of breast milk came
out from my nipples, he plowed into me with long slow strokes like I told
him but he couldn't last, his cock became even larger inside my pussy & his
huge gushes of hot spunk flooded inside me which triggered my cock to blast
out another huge load which flew out several feet in a series of gushes,
there must have been at least a dozen of his gushes he came so much & still
his cock kept on jerking powerfully long after he was spent, it certainly
was the best fuck ever from someone of my age.

I got him to suckle on my breasts rewarding him with about a spoonful of
milk from each, he had a look of surprise on his face as he held the liquid
in his mouth before swallowing it, then he said to me in a highly excited
voice.



"I didn't know boys made milk, you have just given me the loveliest tasting
drop I have ever tasted, I just wish you could make more."



I replied. "Listen, you really have to keep that one a secret, you must
never tell anyone what you've just drank, just think of it as a lovely gift
from the gods because that's all it is & very soon it will be gone."



I had a quick look around & found a mop to clean up my spunk off the floor,
went to the toilet & ejected Johann's spunk down the pan, we crept out from
the store room locking the door behind us & just made it back to the billet
in time for lights out, we finally went to our beds with our happy
afterglows & fell asleep.

The next day the topic of conversations with both Bernie & Johann was the
motorcycle, my main worry was taking it to Melbourne which entailed a long
ride along the Hume highway, I studied a road atlas in the base's library
writing down the route on a sheet of paper, I saw that I could shorten the
journey by miles by turning right off the Sturt highway onto the Tumbarumba
road, follow it to the Kyeamba junction onto the Hume highway & onto
Melbourne, it looked easy on paper but when it come to actually riding the
motorcycle all the way, the ride would indeed become an adventure.

Mr. Rolfe prepared the machine for the ride, got it registered and loaned
me a crash helmet, gauntlets, an old dispatch riders coat, goggles & an old
pair of boots, the weekend lessons finished at lunchtime on the Friday
leaving me to pack up my rucksack with my clothes &c inside & for him to
drive me to his house, the machine had a full tank of two stroke fuel plus
he secured a full ex WD 2 gallon petrol can of two stroke fuel can onto the
rear luggage rack & loaned me a basic toolkit in a tool roll, I would have
to refuel the machine with a mixture of 16 to 1. I set off on the journey
to Melbourne & I wasn't even old enough to hold a driving licence, the bike
only has a 2 speed transmission and would top out at just over 45 mph so I
would have to keep it at around 30 to 35 mph.

Once I came off the Sturt highway the Tumbarumba road was little more than
a farm track, it was surfaced only to the width of one car & unsurfaced on
either side, whenever a vehicle came from the opposite direction or if one
overtook me I would have to slow down & continue slowly on the unsurfaced
portion on the left. This was real bush & farm country which really looked
beautiful, I could see why artists & photographers wanted to capture its
beauty, nevertheless it took an hour to reach the Kyeamba junction.

The Hume highway was about the same width as an A road in England although
there was more traffic using it, I was surprised at the number of trucks on
the road going both ways & most of the cars which overtook me must have
been going at least twice as fast. The little Villiers engine didn't even
miss a beat, the weather was nice & I really enjoyed the ride, there were
several occasions when either a police car or motorcycle passed me & didn't
seem to take any notice although I really became nervous expecting to be
pulled up at any time.

I thought about Johann who was traveling on the train to Melbourne, his
parents lived at Essendon & he would be having a sleepover with me in the
same bed, he would arrive a lot sooner than I & go to his parents house
first, get changed, have his evening meal then take the number 59 tram to
the city, catch the number 64 at Flinders street & arrive at my house about
8.30pm with his overnight bag.

I arrived about 2 hours later, my left wrist ached from having to pull the
clutch in for all those gear changes, I was also caked in dust & tired from
the journey when I finally pulled up in the drive of my house, dad burst
out from the front door, took one look at the bike & angrily said.



"What the hell do you think you're doing riding that old motorbike on the
roads? You're not even old enough to hold a licence, what do you think
would happen if the cops pulled you over? I would have had to come & bail
you out & collect you from some far away police station, you might even
have spent a night in the cells, put that bike in the garage, your clothes
in the washing machine & have a bloody good bath right now, your friend is
waiting for you inside."



I had a good long soak & wash in the bath, dried myself off & came out with
a towel around my waist, changed into a pair of shorts & joined Johann at
the table as Mum had made me a sandwich & a cup of tea, I could hear the
bike's engine running whilst I sat in the bath, dad joined us at the table,
his tune had now changed as he said.



"I've had a good look at the bike you've brought home & luckily for you
it's a good one, I will be using it from now on to ride to work, as you
haven't been pulled up this is one lesson you had better learn."



I had to realize that he was right, although I had rode the motorcycle on a
long ride from Wagga Wagga, in many ways it was indeed a miracle that no
cop had pulled me up, however, even after a long soak in the bath, I was
indeed tired from the ride & retired for the night in my bed with Johann
joining me a few minutes later & within minutes his hand was stroking off
my cock, despite being tired, we got back out of the bed & I laid across it
on my back whilst Johann lubed up both his cock & my pussy hole, he put my
legs onto his shoulders & slowly pushed in his huge already man sized 7
inch cock on his 15 year old youthful frame which felt so awesome & really
filled me up, he was gasping & moaning when I motioned for him to be quiet,
I could see his eyes were filled with lust and the smiling expression on
his face as no doubt he was experiencing those awesome sensations on his
cock & balls, his cock was so hard now & it was twitching powerfully, so
much so that my orgasm built up so fast, spunk just blasted everywhere from
my cock & my boy pussy hole felt so awesome as it clamped onto his cock, it
was such a wonderful feeling & Johann's huge cock suddenly let go with a
huge deluge of hot spunk inside me, we were both satisfied with our session
& the afterglows were fantastic during which he suckled my breasts for some
of my sweet tasting milk, this time he drank enough to fill up a large
spoon from each breast which felt so awesome & commenting that my nipples
were larger than last time, I shot off another load of spunk without ever
touching my cock, of course we both had to go & crap each others spunk down
the toilet, I had a sneaking suspicion that dad knew what we were up to,
yet he never said a word.



Johann & I woke up to the sound of the motorcycle starting up & watched dad
ride off on his way to work, being a Saturday, I knew he would be arriving
back around lunchtime, we both showered together which entailed both of us
standing in the bath, the water needed heating up which entailed lighting
the chip heater waiting for the water to warm up, mum was already up &
starting to prepare breakfast although she made us both a cup of tea, by
the time we drank it, the hot water was ready so we went into the shower,
as soon as I drew the curtain, Johann's hand was on my cock & he was fully
hard, we wanked each other off & shot our loads onto each other's bodies &
watched the water wash it off ourselves & down the drain hole, we were so
worked up we both came inside a minute, we were just about to finish our
showers when mum popped her head in the door & told us our breakfasts were
ready.

We sat at the table when Johann spotted the huntsman spider on the curtain,
he pointed to it saying.



"Jesus bloody wept, that thing's huge, what if it bites us?  I
replied. "Oh, don't worry about it, meet Horace our resident huntsman, he's
totally harmless & eats all the flies."



"Your family must be crazy keeping a thing like that in your house, where
does it go at night? What if it drops down from the ceiling while we're in
bed? My mum's scared to death of spiders."



"Like I said, when you've spent a few more nights in this house, you'll get
used to him."



"Yeah, & if he starts a family, you'll have a house full of bloody
spiders."



After breakfast, we got on with our morning chores which we quickly done so
we could get on a tram & spend some time in Melbourne, I took Johann to
Mitchell's in Russell street so he could buy a few more items for our next
bush camp, after that, we went to Bruce Small's bicycle shop in Elizabeth
street where I bought a puncture outfit to take back with me in case the
Ricardo got a puncture, from there we took the tram to Essendon & walked to
Johann's house where his mum cooked us a lovely dinner, afterwards we went
to watch the Essendon Bombers play at their home ground at Windy hill on
Napier Street & boy, did they play well, the game with Carlton was so
fiercely contested in front of a capacity crowd of 10,000 people during
which they sent out 3 substitutes to replace injured players to finally win
the game by a single behind in the closing seconds of the game, the crowd
went wild with excitement, the radio commentator was almost lost for words
for a moment, yet our best moments were shaking the players hands when they
walked the lap of honour, they are moments I'll never forget & treasure for
the rest of my life.

I spent the rest of the afternoon with Johann's family which ended up with
a lovely sleepover, Johann normally had an entire double bed to himself
which has seen numerous sleepovers with his friends, now it was my turn to
sleep with him in that luxurious bed & he insisted we both sleep naked, I
had to wonder just how many times his mum washed spunk from those sheets
after each sleepover & tonight would certainly see both our loads staining
those sheets.



Johann's mum served us an excellent traditional German eintopf chicken stew
with vegetables for our evening meal which certainly was filling and had me
wondering if she had a secret, each one of us had large glasses of fine
German Hock which went well with the meal which either cost his dad a
fortune or he had good friends in Germany as it was doubtful if their wine
industry was producing anywhere near pre WW2 levels even though 10 years
has passed since the war's end with the country practically brought to its
knees and was undergoing a huge reconstruction programme, the wine
certainly was strong leaving me light headed.

We retired early to bed knowing that I had to be up early to return home,
pack my laundry into my rucksack & head for Spencer street station for the
train to take us back to camp, I lay there happy in the knowledge that mum
would have took care of the laundry, Johann's mouth immediately locked onto
a nipple & those feelings felt so awesome, I swore I felt the milk leaving
my breast into his mouth with feelings of love for Johann & it was the same
when he suckled on the other breast, my cock was as hard as a rod of iron
spewing out my love juices which he sucked & cleaned off my cock, I
secretly began to worry about producing more breast milk, at first it was
just teaspoonfuls, now it's enough to fill a cook's ladle, what if my
breasts did grow? Would my career end in tatters? In my mind I decided to
consult a specialist, yet my parents don't even know of my dilemma, I would
have to do this on my next week's leave from the air base.

Those thought left my mind as I now laid across the bed ready to take
Johann's huge cock inside me with my legs on his powerfully built
shoulders, this time he took out a German labeled bottle of lube which had
a red colour & a lovely scent to it, when he lubed up my hole, it took a
few moments for me to experience a lovely warming glow inside, I could only
imagine what his cock felt like with that stuff on it, no sooner had he
pushed his huge rock hard cock inside me, it felt awesome, I felt a lovely
sensation from deep inside my hole & when he slowly & sensuously thrust
into me, those feelings inside had me rapidly building up to a tremendous
climax, so much so that Johann had to stifle my screams with his hand, it
took him less than a minute of thrusting & my cock shot out the biggest
load ever in my entire life like a fire hose & the spunk just kept coming,
flying out in long jets everywhere, yet I hadn't even touched my cock, I
certainly felt my hole grabbing onto his cock with lovely highly intense
sensation jolts the equal to when I wank off & shoot my spunk, I had to ask
him.



"Johann, where on earth did you get that stuff from? I need some for back
at the air base."



"It's one of dad's little secrets, only he knows where to get it from & I
daren't ask him, if he finds out that I've used it, my life would be hell,"
he lovingly lubed up my cock, put some on my fingers to lube up his hole &
positioned himself ready, I seriously began to wonder if my cock could
indeed go another round & blast out another load of spunk so soon,
especially after that one, I needn't have worried, that lube really was
making my cock tingle, plus it remained rock hard, he positioned his legs
on my shoulders & I slowly pushed my cock inside him, I thrust gently into
him whilst massaging my nipples with my thumbs, I could have sworn that
they've grown bigger, there was no doubting the effect that lube was having
on both of us, I somehow knew if I could get hold of the stuff, I could
make a small fortune selling it, I managed to last a bit longer than Johann
& sure enough those feelings came on rapidly & with such intensity, all I
could feel was one huge long protracted overpowering sensation, yet all the
time I was blasting out another load into my friend plus his huge cock was
also blasting out spunk like a fountain all over him.

Our afterglows left us feeling sleepy in each others arms & both of us had
spunk on our bodies; fortunately Johann's room had a small sink so we were
able to wash ourselves with a flannel & dry off with a towel, we had not
long tucked ourselves into bed when his mum knocked on the door, looked in
& bid us both a good night, there was no doubting that she had a wry smile
on her face & a twinkle in her eyes.



We both woke to Johann's alarm clock at 7.30 on a Sunday morning with our
rock hard cocks massaging each other & both spewing out pre-cum, this was
our hardest morning woods we've experienced in our young lives & both the
bed sheets were stained & crusted with our leaking fluids both from our
cocks plus whatever leaked out of both our pussy holes, I noticed the
bottle of German lube was missing from the bedside cabinet & Johann forgot
to return it which therefore could only have been reclaimed by his father.

Our night of passion together was truly a memorable one, we wrapped towels
round ourselves & both took a shower underneath the overhead shower unit
which was fed by an antiquated gas bath heater which entailed both of us
standing in the bath on a rubber mat, as the water cascaded down onto our
bodies & having to constantly shift positions so as to share the water, we
hugged & kissed each other in a sensual lovers embrace & gave each others
cocks a good wank followed by Johann sucking a spoonful of milk from each
breast, he must love it so much as to keep wanting to suckle my offerings,
what little there is, therefore I should taste my own milk, he cooperated
with me placing my cupped hand under a nipple & managed to express a small
amount with his hand, I licked it off the palm of my hand letting the taste
linger in my mouth finding it was so delicious, like that of ice cream, the
heavenly elixir I was producing was like the nectar of sex, OMG, I could
seriously get hooked on this stuff and I would want for more, I had to
wonder what freak of nature was causing me to produce this stuff which will
be loved by every single person I have sex with, I really had to keep this
one a secret & I know that Johann wouldn't tell anyone, neither would
Bernie, yet I thought about Mr. Rolfe, he definitely would have to keep our
liaisons a secret, if it ever got out that he's had sex with students, he
would definitely be getting the arse & taken straight to jail & this would
happen so fast, it would be like a thunderbolt to the entire school,
therefore he was playing for very high stakes just to enjoy teenage flesh.



We dressed & had a very filling breakfast unlike any I've ever had; there
was an assortment of breads, cheeses, liver sausage, mixed cereals, boiled
eggs, ice cold fresh orange juice, I was certainly spoilt for choice,
especially to be having a traditional German breakfast, this definitely is
an experience not to be missed, over breakfast Johann's father lovingly
spoke of his times as an aircraft mechanic in the Luftwaffe during WW2 of
his times working on the Focke Wulf FW200 Condor which was a long range
airliner before the war which flew across the Atlantic to New York operated
by Lufthansa stating it was indeed one of the best aircraft built by
Germany & it was his skills which won him a place at Essendon airport in
the maintenance hanger.

After breakfast, Mrs. Schweizer gave me a German recipe cook book to give
to my mum, then she hugged me, planted kisses & shook my hand asking me to
come again followed by Johann doing the same, I walked in a highly
contented frame of mind to a tram stop on Mount Alexander road, I saw a
Motorcycle shop near the corner of Wordsworth street & couldn't resist
looking in the window, taking pride of place was a racing motorcycle with a
silver painted fuel tank with red & black coach lines, the emblem on the
fuel tank read `Norton, registered trade mark' a board by the motorcycle
stated that this machine is a 500cc Manx Norton, it had a large diameter
swept back exhaust going into an open trumpet or megaphone, I could only
imagine the noise that this bike would make when it fired up when I heard
the approaching number 59 tram to take me to the city where I would walk
from Elizabeth street to Swanston street to catch the number 64 tram by
Princes bridge to finally arrive home.

I had to start packing & then have a cup of tea with a Tim tams chocolate
biscuit before heading out to the tram & catch the train from Spencer
Street to Albury, I met Bernie at the station & we boarded the train pulled
by the Victorian Railways diesel-electric locomotive B60, Harold W Clapp.

The locomotive's huge engine erupted with a thunderous roar as the train
pulled gently out of Spencer Street station, we sat there talking about our
weekends now past & Bernie had sex with a sleepover with a local lad of his
age who certainly gave him a good time in bed, we lit up our cigarettes &
relaxed throughout the journey until we changed trains for Wagga Wagga.

Waiting for us was the RAAF military truck to take us to the air base, as
soon as we arrived; we placed our luggage on our beds & walked to the
cookhouse for our evening Sunday roast chicken meals, after that there
wasn't much to do other than read books, listen to the radio, press our
uniforms, polish our boots & finish off our homework ready for the morning
parade and the start of classes.

I knew Bernie would certainly be gagging for sex during the evening & we
were wearing civilian clothes, I gave him a nod, took my keys & we quietly
entered the store room where we began fondling & caressing each other, I
seriously began wishing to know where Johann's father got that lube from
and made it a mission to find out, the only person who I could dare ask is
Mr. Rolfe, another problem which could crop up is having it discovered
during a billet inspection, the best place to probably stash it would be
inside one of my boots lined up under my bed.

Bernie & I arrived at the store room, I looked around then opened the door
with my key, I checked the lock before closing the door then locked it from
inside, We daren't switch on the light as that would attract the attention
from the base security police, & made it to a back room where there was no
window as the base security police do shine their torches through the
windows, we slowly stripped naked and fondled each other with both our
cocks becoming rock hard, Bernie sucked on my nipples to be rewarded with a
mouthful of my breast milk from each breast which he loves the taste of, I
sucked on his cock whilst stroking his nipples with my thumbs & the rest of
my fingers massaging his tummy just how Mr. Rolfe showed me & OMG he
started humping into my face as his body kept jerking around, there was no
doubting that this was giving him an overload of sensations, his cock
became even harder & twitching like crazy inside my mouth, he tried warning
me but it was too late as he shot an enormous load in my mouth gagging me
in the process as I tried desperately to swallow it all & I heard a drop
splat onto the floor.

He picked up a chair to lean onto & I slowly pushed my rock hard cock
inside his hole wishing I had some lube, I would be relying on the pre-cum
from my cock to do that & took it easy so as not to hurt him, it was after
I felt a couple of reassuring squirts of pre-cum jet inside him that I knew
it was OK to pound my cock into him, fortunately his hole was already
enlarged from the sex he had during the weekend's leave so I was able to
give him a really good fucking, he got me so worked up I felt the
sensations in my cock & balls building up to a really good orgasm, I knew I
done it right as I felt his hole clamping hard onto my cock & he was
grunting out loud because his cock was shooting off another load of spunk
all by itself in the dark all over the chair, this tipped me over the edge
as I blasted what felt like a huge load inside him.

Fortunately for him there was a toilet inside the store room which he could
dump my spunk into but daren't pull the chain, all he could do is wipe his
bottom, at least he won't be walking back to the billet with spunk leaking
into his underwear, I shone my torch to look for any spunk on the floor &
cleared it up, we got dressed & quietly left the store room, locked the
door, walked to the NAAFI and had a bottle of ice cold coke each before
returning to our billet.



Next morning was our parade, we woke up to pouring rain and had to cover
ourselves with our gas cape groundsheets, fortunately they saw sense & had
the parade in an aircraft hanger although they didn't give us deference on
our inspections, thank god they got it over & done with quickly giving us
time for breakfast & then onto our trade training classes.

I couldn't openly ask Mr. Rolfe for that special lube although I did make a
note of the bottle's label, I wrote it down on a scrap of paper & quietly
gave it to him asking. "Can you please have a scout around and get me
what's wrote down?" he gazed at the paper & replied. "Give me about a
week," & gave me a wink.

It was one of those occasions when I looked into the scrap bin, everyone
looks in there for the odd bit to make something or the occasional
discarded tool, this time I found a few wad punches which are used for
making gaskets with & grabbed them knowing I could ask one of the
instructors to sharpen them later. The real find was a wooden tube similar
to a cigar case with a broad arrow & dated 1936, I picked it up, pulled off
the end cap & lo & behold, it contained a full set of warding files, these
are usually used for finely detailed work, for me they are the ideal tools
to cut keys by hand with so I very quickly pocketed them, fortunately I
managed to quickly put them into my toolbox as walking around with a one
inch thick tube 7 inches long sticks out like a sore thumb & if it fell out
of my pocket, there would be at least a dozen needle files on the floor
which may take a lot of explaining. I couldn't very well keep my finds here
owing to the room inspections & for now they'll have to remain in my
toolbox which fortunately is kept on the shop floor & all these items will
have to come home with me on my next leave.



It was during one of our lecture periods that we watched some newsreels
about the jet airliners, the first ones we watched were about the
DeHavilland Comet, these newsreels were already several years old, I have
seen them before at the flicks in England & this was certainly a beautiful
aircraft, the interior cabin shots showed the luxury which the passengers
traveled in, Britain had certainly built an aircraft which was shrinking
the world which flew at over 500mph at 30,000 feet but the recent crashes
saw this aircraft grounded & an intense investigation was well underway to
find the cause. The newsreel movie which really thrilled us was that of the
recent test flight of the Boeing 367-80 (Dash 80) which would become the
Boeing 707 with Tex Johnson at the controls, we were looking at the future
of commercial aviation at an aircraft destined to become the most
successful airliner built whose design would influence jet airliner design
for decades to come & flew at 570 mph. What thrilled us the most was
watching the aircraft perform a barrel roll proving that this was indeed a
very strong aircraft which at those speeds could fly to England in just
over a day? This was indeed a huge time saver, thoughts of leaving Sydney
on a Friday in time to watch a football match at Wembley Stadium on the
Saturday were now within the realms of possibility although it was anyone's
guess how much a ticket would cost?



The main topic of conversations was the Olympic Games due to be held in
Melbourne. With the approaching summer, everyone was talking about it as
the days were passing by & we were all looking forward to the end of our
first year in December as everyone would be going home for Christmas. For
Bernie & I, those past Christmases in the midst of bleak British winters
were just a memory coupled with doing evening paper rounds in the dark, of
playing in the snow, spectacular snowball fights in the playground at
school, tobogganing down a nearby hill on an old sledge, sliding along a
strip of icy ground which got that way as kids slid along, of playing
football & cross country running on icy cold days, I still laugh about the
time the class bully threw a snowball at me from behind, I heard the swish
as the snowball flew through the air & ducked to watch it fly over me which
infuriated him, so much so he tried to catch me but I was a much faster
runner than him, he had no chance & he couldn't even catch me around the
playground, I have to wonder what he's doing now? Probably working for the
council?



Mr. Rolfe certainly came up trumps with the lube I asked him to get & he
tried it out on me, it was certainly good stuff & felt awesome inside my
rear pussy hole, I can only imagine what it must feel like on his cock, One
evening at his house he rolled up a cigarette, lit it & passed it to me, I
immediately knew this was no ordinary cigarette as it smelled like incense
& gave me feelings of euphoria, he stripped me naked, lubed up his cock &
my hole & when his lube took effect inside me, those feelings were awesome
& when he finally shoved his cock right in to his balls, boy, I certainly
knew about it, my nipples were really sticking out & tingling, my cock was
leaking out juices like a tap & it was the hardest it's ever been in my
life, I became so worked up pleading for him to give it to me hard adding
to the sensations & drops of milk started oozing out from my nipples which
I certainly felt & rapidly built up to a huge orgasm blasting a huge load
of spunk everywhere without ever touching my cock as he unleashed huge
torrents of spunk into my hole which had me feeling so full like I was
busting for a shit. I had to go to the toilet & blew out a huge wet fart
blasting his spunk all over the pan. We finally snuggled up together in his
bed where he lovingly caressed me all over & sucked on my nipples giving
him a good taste of my breast milk. When I did finally look at my nipples,
I thought, `God, these are getting big,' they certainly looked big & were
poking out from pointed areolas; this became a worry for me thinking if
they would grow larger & would I become some sort of freak of nature?.

He dropped me off out of sight of the main gate & I returned to my billet,
I wore my black speedo swimming trunks as underwear & certainly felt the
wetness resulting from the after leakages from my cock which had to be the
biggest so far so I decided to take a shower & hand wash them, it was
whilst taking my clothes off I saw some milk stains on my vest, whilst in
the shower I tried squeezing around my nipples only managing to squeeze out
a small drop of milk from each one.

I noticed very lovely feelings inside my breasts every time the milk came
out adding to those lovely orgasmic experiences during sex, Mr. Rolfe said
I should look upon it as a gift but at the same time keep quiet about it,
my only worry was just how far was this going to go which played on my
mind, perhaps they're right & it will go away, but what if it doesn't?
Whoever's stood in front of me is going to have a pair of boobs right in
front of them tenting out whatever I am wearing on my upper body.

A couple of days later Mr. Rolfe called me into his office & gave me a
package which he ordered from Sydney, he opened it & binned the outer
wrapping with his address & post marks, he certainly gave me a treat
although the package barely fitted into my haversack which every student is
issued with to use rather like a school satchel for their books, pencils,
pens &c. He bought me some lovely clothes, some of which were no doubt
highly erotic, they consisted of a pair of white ultra lightweight summer
trousers(Comfortable to wear on hot days except they were almost sheer) 3
pairs of white thin silky nylon tricot vests, 2 pairs of thin black silky
nylon tricot tee shirts & one white. When I later tried on the white tee
shirt, the whole of my upper torso was visible through the material, it was
also form fitting & really accentuated my breasts, OMG, my budding breasts
& nipples really tented out this tee shirt which seemed to erotically
caress them & gave me the appearance of small girly boobs & made my cock
hard all the time, I could easily wear one of those vests under my uniform
shirt which wouldn't be noticed as it would pass for our issue white vests
& I could enjoy the caress of the silky nylon on my nipples whilst also
wearing my silky nylon speedos under my uniform shorts although I would
have to keep these items hidden in my locker.



After dinner that evening, I changed into my white summer trousers wearing
red speedos underneath topped off with my white nylon tricot tee shirt
which fitted tightly on my skin, it was so sheer I saw every contour of the
whole of my upper torso, not only that, my breasts were prominently tenting
out the tee shirt with a severe case of nipple & breast bud pokies,
realizing I couldn't go out the main gate like that without being noticed,
I donned my jacket & left on my Ricardo bicycle.

The Plaza cinema in town was certainly a good place to find sex, the down
side was there were always lads from the air base present, I left my bike
at Mr. Rolfe's house & he gave me a lift, we both entered the cinema, sat
in the back row but he sat a few places away & kept an eye on me, no doubt
wanting to see how I performed with a total stranger.

I sat there with my jacket off enjoying the erotic feelings of these
clothes, my cock was hard all the time making a huge tent in my trousers,
leaking pre-cum into my speedos & wetting my trousers.  I sensually circled
my nipples with my thumbs & the rest of my fingers caressed lower down my
chest the way Mr. Rolfe taught me, he also taught me to scissor my legs
giving the head of my cock a lovely sensual caress, he told me not to
overdo it otherwise I would be blasting loads of spunk into my speedos.

A dark blond haired girl sat next to me wearing a short skirt, blouse
underneath a buttoned cardigan, her legs were totally covered in sheer
black nylon wearing 3 inch heels, as I looked down I saw the ends of her
garter belt. She dipped into her handbag for her cigarettes & cigarette
holder, lit hers & passed me one, no doubt to break the ice.

As I smoked the cigarette, she lightly caressed my thigh with her hand
which slowly made its way until she grasped my rock hard cock through my
trousers, her thumb caressed the piss slit & she whispered. "Ooh, you're
nice & wet, I love that in a young boy." She put her arm around my neck &
grasped a handful of my breast then gently pinched my nipple before cupping
my breast & stroking my nipple with her thumb when I very nearly shot a
load into my speedos, by now I was gagging for sex, thoughts of plunging my
cock inside her pussy racked through my head especially as I was a virgin
not having had sex with a girl. I too caressed her stockinged leg gently
guiding my hand to her prize inside her nylon tricot panties & when I found
it which was a hell of a surprise, instead of a vagina; she had a massive
thick cock & big balls.

I looked over to Mr. Rolfe & could just about make out the expression on
his face, at that point I realized I had been set up when she grabbed what
handfuls of my breasts she could, squeezed & massaged my nipples through
the tight silky nylon then quickly hiked up my tee shirt, plunged her head
onto a nipple, tongued it & sucked for all she's worth uttering a hum as
milk flowed into her mouth. OMG feeling my milk flow out of my breasts felt
so awesome, my balls were tingling like crazy & the other nipple had leaked
onto my chest, I felt a single jet of my love juices flood into my speedos
forming a wet patch on my trousers, after emptying my breast, she lapped up
the milk which leaked out then sucked on my other breast. By now I knew she
had certainly got a good mouthful when she emptied my second breast. When
she took her head away, I saw that my nipples became huge & there were
still beads of milk on each one, I had to have a taste & collected the
beads of milk with my finger & sucked it. I was totally amazed, especially
having produced a moorishly sweet tasting liquid then pulled down my tee
shirt only to have wet spots form from my nipples.



The fun was far from finished when she unbuttoned my trousers & lowered her
panties, I lifted my bottom off the seat so she could pull them down along
with my now soaked speedos, she lowered herself onto my lap & guided my
cock into her rear hole surprising me as it went straight in, holding each
arm rest, she rode my cock squeezing her arse muscles & within seconds I
must have shot a huge load of spunk into her with such a highly intense
orgasm I felt like screaming, only this time I felt those awesome feelings
in my breasts & my chute was pulsing as each blast of spunk gushed inside
her & she uttered a loud sigh as her huge cock hosed out several powerful
jets of spunk which must have flew everywhere.

I thought she had drained my breasts but judging from the large wet spots
on my tee shirt, there must have been some milk in reserve as my cock was
still rock hard & twitching inside her rear hole.

We smoked our second cigarettes then she got off & pulled up her panties
whilst I pulled up my speedos & trousers & we started kissing & fondling
each other, this went on for about 10 minutes when I noticed Mr. Rolfe
giving me a hand signal pointing to his watch that it was time to leave.

The 3 of us left the cinema & walked to Mr. Rolfe's car, he beckoned both
of us into the back seat so we could carry on lovemaking whilst he drove us
at a leisurely pace stopping some distance from the air base so I could sit
in the front & arrived at the main gate in time for lights out.

As soon as I entered the billet, I quickly ripped my clothes off stuffing
them into a laundry bag, wrapped a towel around me & had a good shower
hoping to god the other lads didn't noticed me smelling of sex or the wet
stains on my tee shirt, if any of them did, I know that none of them would
say anything, such is the reward of having become a tightly knit group, any
one of us could have a decent wank under the covers or in the ablutions
block & not one of us would give a shit. Those last few moments before
sleep were spent doing my homework by torchlight.



Thoughts of this girl weighed heavily on my mind all morning, it seemed as
though I was in a constant state of arousal when over tea break, Mr. Rolfe
asked me. "How was your treat last light?" as he quietly slipped me a
bottle of the erotic German tingling lube saying. "This stuff will make
your sessions with your partners much more enjoyable." OMG, I now had the
stuff I wanted all along, now my partners & I can enjoy the most amazing
sex together & I can't wait to try it out, he quickly sneaked a look around
the dining hall then gave my rock hard cock a good feel up through the leg
of my uniform shorts bringing a wry smile to his face as he felt my speedos
then stroked the piss slit through the thin nylon, I felt my cock twitch as
a large jet of pre-cum flowed into my speedos when he whispered. "I see
that you're nice & wet."

After having stained my tee shirt with milk, I found that each day there
were milk stains on my vest which I wore daily under my uniform shirt, as
the days passed by I swore that my breasts were becoming bigger & my
nipples definitely were, it seemed as though they were the size of the end
of my little finger. Spring was almost upon us which meant the swimming
pool would be re-opening. This meant swimming training sessions and
competing in swimming galas, if my breasts got any bigger, everyone would
definitely notice, especially when I stood high up on the starting block
when all eyes would be on me, even if I wore a tee shirt, it would only
hide my breasts until it got soaked then I may as well not be wearing it
once it clung to my skin.



The leaking nipples only got worse when one day it had soaked through to my
uniform shirt. That was the last straw & I wanted to see the doctor PDQ,
when my appointment came through, I voiced my concerns to him, in many ways
he showed sympathy to my plight but all he could do was draw a number of
vials of my blood & send them off & as a temporary suggestion was to place
absorbent cotton pads on my breasts bound on with a bandage. I left the
surgery feeling as though he didn't know anything.

My partners knew something was up as I hadn't had sex with anyone for days
which wasn't like myself, one day my chest started aching whilst in class,
I certainly noticed my breasts that morning, although still small weren't
the pointed breast buds any more, they were small rounded girly boobs.

By lunchtime they were really hurting & I felt the wetness on the cotton
pads which had soaked through my uniform shirt & Mr. Rolfe sent me straight
to the nurse.

Once I removed my shirt & vest, she undone my bandage & removed the wet
cotton pads. She gave me a shush sign & said. "I've brought 2 boys into the
world, one of who's nearly your age & being a mum, I know exactly what
you're going through," as she took a breast & gave it a good squeeze, I
couldn't believe my eyes at the amount of milk which sprayed out like a
fountain. She fetched 2 large glasses & whilst I held them, she milked me
like a cow, she then took one from me, gave me another shush sign & within
the next seconds she latched onto a breast & started guzzling its contents
whilst I held a glass under my nipple, once that dried up she started
guzzling on the other breast, all this time I had seriously churning balls
with a raging hard on twitching like crazy in my underwear speedos. This
woman certainly looked a stunner even though she was more that twice my age
& certainly wouldn't look out of place walking the streets of St Kilda in
Melbourne's red light district late at night.

She not only took away the pain in my breasts, her sessions brought highly
intense sensations especially when she guzzled on my breasts which felt
awesome & went straight to my cock & balls, there was no way I could hold
back the 3 deluges of hot teen boy spunk which erupted into my speedos
during her session & she knew it judging by the smirk on her face when she
looked at the clock, put the kettle on & said. "Come on sonny, time for
smoko."



We went outside & she passed me a cigarette then lit both of them. Despite
standing up at a part of the base hidden from view by other sheds &c with
spunk sloshing around my cock & leaking nipples enjoying a smoke, she made
the tea & brought me a mug with 2 Arnotts Tim tams chocolate biscuits. The
tea certainly was certainly different, she made me the nicest cup of tea
I've had in my life which had a sweet creamy taste, I asked her. "What's
your secret to this nice cup of tea you've made me?" she chucked &
said. "Sonny, I've made it with your breast milk," I chuckled & looked at
her smiling face in astonishment, I couldn't deny that she made me a lovely
treat, perhaps I do have a gift begging the question as to whether this
woman would teach me how to use it wisely, this was when she smiled &
said. "How would you like an all expenses paid visit to Sydney?"

"I would love to; question is who's behind it?"

"It's Doctor's orders; he wants you to see a consultant."



To be continued.