Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2019 12:46:02 +0000 From: Vintage Speedoboy Subject: The Plane of my Dreams 4 The plane of my dreams 4 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. Please note, the Nifty archive relies on donations to keep this site operating, please donate, you will receive a nice thank you email & your Nifty handle is mentioned in the list of donors, we are after all leaving our stories for future readers to enjoy & please don't forget to look in their shop window. The Olympic Games & holidays Our first year was drawing to a close with every one of us now having to put what we've already learnt into practice, onto paper & then tested on our military skills ending in our passing out parade to commence our second year of training in the New Year. The whole year was also spent honing our skills in readiness for the year's passing out parade having spent heaps of time on the parade ground, in the gas chamber, stripping & cleaning our rifles, going out on exercise & we were also tested on our PT & swimming skills, (to think there are lads who started here who couldn't even swim & now any one of us could even mix it with the lifeguards at Bondi beach) plus we were firing our service rifles, the Owen sub machine gun & the Bren gun on the firing range & this time Bernie won the shilling in the hat contest. We took our school HSC & trade exams & were tested on both theory & practical knowledge in our trades. The upshot of all this was all the results was totaled up to decide which flight won the first year contest which was our flight although there were individual prizes won from each one of our flights. I received a letter in the mail informing me that I had won a ticket to watch the Olympics after having indicated my wish to watch a swimming event, the ticket I received was for the water polo match between Russia & Hungary. Tensions between both countries had already reached breaking point when during November Russian tanks rolled into the country suppressing the uprising with air strikes, artillery & tank assisted infantry. I applied for & was granted 2 days off which gave me a long weekend & my ticket was for the event scheduled for Thursday 6th December 1956, a date which will go down in infamy in the history of the games. With the day's timetable finished & still wearing my tropical summer uniform with speedos under my uniform khaki shorts, I grabbed my haversack with a few possessions & a towel to mop myself down as December was right in the middle of the Australian summer which often saw searing hot days knowing I'll be wearing just a tee shirt made by Exacto tops & Stubbies shorts which are both Australian icons when I got home. Waiting for me outside the billet was Mr. Rolfe to drive me to the airport for the Ansett airlines of Australia DC-3 flight to Melbourne's Essendon Airport then catching trams to my parents South Caulfield weatherboard home for a decent shower & late evening meal followed by an early night. I entered my room to see it clean & tidy with everything neatly in place finding a gift package on my bed. I opened it to find it contained a Gillette travel razor within its leather case with 2 screw top tubes, one containing a shaving brush & the other a shaving stick, nail clippers, nail file & a WW2 British army signaling mirror in its green cotton wallet to replace the original glass mirror which dad bought for me from Mitchell's of Russell Street. Dad said. "You are becoming a fine young man now & you'll be 16 shortly. It is always the tradition in families that a father should buy his son his first razor & today I am honouring that tradition." "Thanks dad, it's such a beautiful object which will last me a lifetime." "There's a tool chest next to your bike which all the lads at work helped put together for you enabling you to have a future doing back yarders." I burst out laughing at the thought of it but yes; he's right in one sense that no matter if times do get hard, it's always another string to my bow for earning a few bob plus I could always go & work as a lifeguard. My wardrobe looked respectable now as it contained most of my civilian clothes including several service issue PT shorts, tee shirts, socks, runners & more speedos bought for me by Mr. Rolfe together with 2 pairs of Swedish swimming goggles plus plonked right next to my Malvern star racing bicycle with a card was a brand new Rota no 5 toolbox which I struggled to lift owing to the size & weight of the box containing my tools with a separate blue box labeled `Bollhoff helicoil fur Volkswagen which I immediately thought was spirited out through their back door & the Cross thread repair kits from the disposals shop inside a small red Sidchrome tool box the size of a fishing tackle box. This box contained enough tools for someone to go & work in a garage & the card, signed by all the lads at Volkswagen stated they were all mine, thanks dad. I can see back yarders in the offing. The following morning I threw on a nice new pair of bottle green speedos, tee shirt, shorts, socks & runners then left the house with my key tied securely to the draw cord for my morning run to Elwood beach to swim in the sea. The sun was already blazing hot even at that time of the morning. I stripped down to my speedos leaving my togs on the beach & swam out to the platform only to find a young boy lying there totally naked sunning himself with his black speedo bathers beside him stroking his fully hard cock which wasn't a small one either guessing it to be about 6 inches with a decent pubic bush so I guessed he must be about 14. The moment he caught sight of me as I clambered onto the platform, he suddenly jumped as I had startled him with both his hands trying to cover his package then he called out. "Sorry miss, can you please go back into the sea just to give me time to put my bathers back on." "Sorry I made you jump and mistaking me for a miss, I am a lad like yourself." "But, but, I took you for a Sheila as the first thing I saw was your breasts, you must be some sort of freak or something." "You're not the only one who's said that, top doctors have had me tested & told me not to worry unless you can put up with all the name calling & beat the shit out of whoever's picked on you, they also told me that I will always be in demand for sex with a lot of people & how right they are." I sat down with him making small talk whilst he couldn't take his eyes off my breasts for even a second & his cock was twitching like mad when a bead of pre-cum oozed out from his piss slit becoming larger with the passing seconds until it ran down his shaft whilst mine was fully hard inside my wet speedos pouring pre-cum with occasional squirts into my trunks & twitching powerfully when I felt those lovely sensations in my breasts with drops of breast milk oozing out of my nipples & dribbling down my chest heralding my imminent let down with an overpowering desire to breast feed this youngster. He very quickly noticed my breasts leaking asking. "Is that really milk your making? How could this be happening to you?" "Yes it is, just like your mum fed you when you were a baby & those who've drank it tell me it tastes delicious, why don't you try." He cautiously took a drop on his finger & tasted it, his face beamed with approval as he said. "It's not bad, sweeter than ordinary milk, I really like this." "The specialist told me that it's meant to taste good as it has to nourish a person during the first year of life, it has to be like this as you cannot have a situation whereby the poor baby hates the stuff as that baby's life depends on its feed, otherwise it will die." "I never thought of it like that, come to think of it I would rather have a glass of yours straight from the fridge than normal milk any day." I took hold of his cock which jerked in my hand leaking out a huge gob of pre-cum just as I plunged it into my mouth when it took only seconds to blast out a huge load down my throat. By now the front of my speedos prominently displayed my leaking love juices sporting a huge wet patch & the sight of more milk oozing & dripping from my nipples was the first place his mouth went to whilst we both lay there during his afterglow & OMG, this boy really knew how to suck, as though he hadn't forgotten how to draw milk from his mum's breasts & now he was getting decent mouthfuls from mine mewling & uttering sighs between sucks with my rock hard cock already primed waiting to shoot its load into his hole as I desperately fought back its reaction to flood my speedos with spunk. Thankfully the milk became exhausted which partially sated any thirst he had when he went down on all fours ready to take my pre-cum soaked cock straight up his hole & surprise, surprise it went straight in to the hilt. I took things nice & slowly which wasn't helped by his chute pulsing each time his cock jerked which remained rock hard, I gave his nipples a few gentle strokes which had him almost jumping off the platform with a knee jerk reaction as well as uttering a loud sigh which indicated to me that his nipples were extremely sensitive. This triggered his cock to squirt out a few more jets of spunk onto the platform which in turn triggered mine to blast a huge load into him. I lost count after 10 huge jets flooded into him with the rest like there's no tomorrow, OMG, where did that lot come from as I don't have balls the size one sees on a bull, the load was so huge it was coming out past my cock, this boy was giving me the most powerful orgasm I had yet to experience which was so intense I was practically torturing myself & even my breasts, now depleted of their milk somehow still managed to eject a squirt out of each nipple which landed on the boy's back, if there's ever such a thing as a breast orgasm, I was now experiencing it as there could be no other explanation & now my own catholic religious convictions were questioning as to what I have become. We exchanged our names & addresses which we memorized, I did correctly guess Ricky's age at 14, he's of the same height with a thinner build than me with brown hair & eyes' attending the elite Melbourne's Scotch College & lives nearby at Gardenvale with his family thereby giving me an excellent opportunity to escort him home. He struck up a conversation about Greek Mythology which is one of their school subjects, being a British commoner from a council house attending a secondary modern school; this was a totally strange subject to me & his recollection about the story of Hermes & Aphrodite's son Hermaphroditus certainly got my attention. Here was a boy of the same age as me with a youthful boy's face & yet he was also a girl with bountiful breasts & a cock & balls begging the question as to whether he had fully working female organs as well. I had no idea that such a being ever existed apart from the woman I encountered that day at the pool who gave me a pair of royal blue speedos which I swam in the pool with & I did question what that person's life would be like. I visualized a person who could certainly have sex with both men & women with an ability to please both as well as being highly in demand or a freak of nature perhaps destined to be ostracized for life wherever he or she lived. Ricky's story made me look at myself as here was a boy recollecting a story of the ancients as though he came from that very place & time. I now saw in myself that I have indeed got some of the physical qualities of Hermaphroditus and wondered if perhaps my future is determined by becoming like him. If I had already passed for a girl just moments ago therefore I may be able to carry it off dressing up as one but this entails wearing make up, lipstick, powdering my face, wearing perfume, women's clothes, underwear, a bra, stockings and suspenders and of course I would have to have long hair. I became excited at the thought of pulling this off, if a male actor could do it on stage & screen then its got to be worth a try, just to see where it would lead. It was then I realized that the pair of us had the most amazing sex together on a platform about 200 yards from the beach in full view of anyone who walked by or someone in one of the nearby houses may have watched us with either binoculars or a telescope from about 500 yards away & if they did we would have certainly gave them a decent eyeful whilst they either wanked of frigged themselves whilst watching us when I giggled at the thought of their sex fluids ending up on their carpets. I arrived home just as my parents woke up taking a shower during which I hand washed my speedos, dried off then dressed with the blue speedos, Stubbies shorts with an Exacto tops tee shirt, socks & plimsolls then started preparing & cooking our breakfasts whilst my parents took their showers along with dad's morning shave. After breakfast when mum done the washing up & made me a packed lunch with my Aladdin Stanley flask filled with pure orange juice with ice cubes which I packed into my haversack with my wallet containing money & my ticket, I put on my watch & left the house for the tram stop at the corner of North & Hawthorn roads outside the post office which wasn't yet open waiting for the number 64 tram to the city then caught another one getting off at the Swan street bridge to walk across into the Olympic park finally arriving at the Olympic swimming & diving stadium joining at the back of the queue. There was a lot of Hungarians in the crowd & even from my front row seat I sensed the highly charged atmosphere in the pool hall likened to it being filled with gas waiting for the spark to explode which could come at any moment. Throughout the match kicks & punches were being traded by both sides whilst the Hungarians in the crowd called out insults booing & spitting at the Russians, this was a match like no other & I know for certain if any one of our P T Is' were refereeing the match they would have stopped it out of hand regardless of the consequences as they wouldn't even care a shit, they would be doing it to stop players from hurting each other and they would be right in doing so. I visualized a situation whereby one player chosen from each team wearing boxing gloves, gum shields & face guards would be granted 60 seconds to bash the hell out of each other in front of the crowd. This is called milling & unlike boxing each contestant is awarded a demerit mark for every punch they duck & these fights although short are very fierce but with the best will in the world that is never likely to happen although it is a good method of settling differences between students back at the air base. The film cameras caught Hungarian captain Dezso Gyarmati throwing a punch, at this point of the match the score was 2-0 with both goals scored by Hungarian Ervin Zador. It was in the final moments of the match when Zador was marking Russian Valentin Prokopov having already exchanged shouts when Prokopov struck him causing a bleeding gash with Zador leaving the pool with blood pouring from his right eye. The crowd, already in a heightened state of tension became riotous & clambered onto the concourse showing their fists spitting & shouting both insults & even death threats when the police were called. It was at this point I was quickly frog marched out from the building by a copper for my own safety having witnessed what would become known as the bloodbath in the water. This event was filmed by the film crew and I overheard several smartly dressed men trying to bribe the cameraman offering huge amounts of money for that film as I walked past but the cameraman stuck by his guns & refused to sell it to any of them at any price. (It was 20 years later that I saw the footage which never made the newsreels in a movie). I took the tram into the city & ordered a sandwich & coke before sitting on the steps of Flinders Street station having a late lunch, placed the empties into a bin & spent the afternoon walking around the city until I arrived at the Melbourne Museum. It was here I saw the Southern Cross flag which flew high above the Eureka stockade on that fateful day in December 1854 when Australia had two flags, one of which was sworn allegiance to by the gold prospectors in dispute over prospecting licences which was put down by the British army. The events which followed resulted in Australia being put on trial. I saw the aircraft built by the Duigan brothers that day with a huge photo of it flying low over the long grass taken in January 1911 at Mia Mia near Woodend in Victoria with John Duigan at the controls with both wheels pointing to the right thinking this aircraft was flying with wonky wheels and became captivated by this piece of aviation history. This aircraft had an aura which I sensed as though it wanted to tell me of its exploits but I really marveled at the engine built by the J E Tilley engineering company here in Melbourne. What I learned that day was how much aviation has advanced in almost 5 decades from the likes of this flimsy aircraft built of wood and cloth powered by a primitive engine to flying boats and airliners crossing continents and oceans so I took out my camera taking a number of exposures firing off flash bulbs into the bargain to show the lads back at the air base then caught the number 59 tram to look up Erich. I arrived at his hostel; fortunately finding him freshly arrived from school still wearing his Essendon High school uniform looking very smart indeed wearing neatly tailored short trousers, shirt and tie. Thankfully both his parents were at work so we had a couple of hours before his mum came home. We embraced in a hug when I felt he was rock hard under his short trousers, he began kissing me passionately saying. "Oh Johann, I have been waiting for you to come, thank god you are here as I have waited a long time for you." We couldn't rip our clothes off fast enough & within moments we were both totally naked including our feet as he gazed in astonishment at my breasts saying. "You have the breasts of a girl, I like these very much." Erich too sported a fat large cock about 7.5 inches with a bulbous head leaking his pre-cum juices like a tap which also pushed back his foreskin by itself whilst erecting. Our raunchy session together certainly proved to me that he knew how to prepare a hole and use it to good effect when he lubed me up with his father's special lube which certainly had my rear hole tingling with delight. He laid a towel over his bed & beckoned me to bend over supported by my arms & surprisingly his cock slipped in with ease, obviously aided by the number of large cocks which have been in there before when he pistoned into me with a very pleasing motion whispering his dirty talk in his best English, sometimes he would place his chest hard onto my back to tweak and massage my nipples when he got a nice surprise as I sensed my nipples began to leak with heavenly sensations in my breasts which were dangling down owing to the position I was in giving him a good measure onto his hands & no sooner had he seen this, he began licking his hands clean when he said. "I never knew boys could make milk, this makes you special & when I have finished I want to drink it from you as it tastes very nice." I felt his cock getting a lot harder with the tell tale twitching warning me that he was about to shoot his boy spunk deep inside my bowels & he certainly didn't disappoint me either. I was moaning like a bitch in ecstacy as his hot load gushed into me with several huge hot gushes followed by his cock twitching powerfully for ages afterwards before he finally pulled out then he lapped as much of his spunk possible from my hole & gave me a spunk filled tongue kiss. We positioned ourselves facing each other on the bed when he began nursing off my breasts, he momentary disengaged from a breast to say. "I like your nipples, they are the biggest I have seen on a boy & they fill my mouth nicely, thank you," followed by him latching back on & drawing out my heavenly tasting boy's breast elixir whilst making humming noises to his heart's content until both breasts were fully drained. It was my turn to prepare & lube his hole then he dabbed some lube onto his nipples & beckoned me to lie flat on my back, I knew immediately he wanted to ride me in the cowgirl position when he straddled across me & lowered himself onto my huge cock which slipped in far easier than I thought, I knew there & then he's like me, one who's also had a lot of man sized cocks up there. I've had boys ride me before but this one was the best, so much so that I swore that he's either double jointed or done a lot of training in a gymnasium as there was no doubting that he really was one fit strong boy and riding me certainly didn't tire him either. At times we both tweaked & massaged our nipples & at other times I spider walked my hands on his stomach which certainly made him giggle which meant that he's ticklish. I really wanted this boy for a sleepover badly which had me thinking as to how I was going to pull it off as it would have to be at someone else's place. Having this boy ride me was an unforgettable experience & he was really good, his cock remained hard all the time & his back pussy hole certainly kept clamping onto my cock, doubtless because his twitched with powerful jerks which brought on a hugely shattering orgasm, I must have shot my biggest load inside him to date and with each powerful gush inside his bowels I felt it right inside my rear pussy hole with wonderful feelings inside my breasts as jets of milk squirted out of them, it was so intense I was seeing stars and how I suppressed the urge to scream beats the hell out of me when he laid on top of me with my cock still inside him whispering sweet nothings in a sleepy afterglow which is where we remained in lover's bliss until it was time to leave. After leaving his Nissen hut temporary home, I walked to the tram stop to catch the trams home arriving just in time for our evening meals being laid out on the dining table feeling elated at the day's events. Over dinner, dad asked me for my version of events at the pool which I recounted although every radio station in Melbourne had already broadcast the news. After dinner I sat down to read the newspaper which was an early edition and the story wasn't on there. Tomorrow, it will be front page news in every newspaper in the country. I had the chores of washing and drying up then sat down to watch TV on the new TV set just in time to watch the highlights of the Olympics when I dozed off as it had been a very interesting day followed by an early night. The following morning I rose early for my morning run to Elwood beach and swim in the sea. It was already hot, even at that time of the morning with the strong morning sunshine, an omen of an impending heatwave & even before I waded into the sea it felt really hot on my skin with the sea giving me instant relief as I swam out the 200 yards to the wooden platform, seeing the tide was out I had to climb several feet up the ladder & once on the platform I dried off very quickly in the sun, I knew if I stayed here much longer, I would be going home with sunburn & dived back into the sea & swam back to the beach where I dried off very quickly before donning my tee shirt, shoes & runners to walk home to see dad had already left for work & mum cooking my breakfast, I had to take my shower afterwards. I spent some of the morning doing house chores whilst listening to the radio, washed some of my clothes and hung them out on the washing line then donned fresh speedos, tee shirt, shorts & finally my socks & runners, took my haversack with my wallet then locked up the house & walked to the tram stop to catch the number 64 tram to the city. Whilst on the tram, the thought had occurred to me to bring my Ricardo bicycle home, a stripped down wreck of a bike it may be but it had given me sterling service at the air base. If I bought a few good tools wrapped them up in one of the canvas tool rolls I could knock the wheels & pedals off, undo the stem bolt & turn the handlebars round 90 degrees and downwards then lash the wheels onto the frame with a bungee cord, I could bring the bike with me on the tram, reassemble it & ride it around the city not forgetting to lock it up. Perhaps I could also take it onto the aeroplane the next time I caught a flight. I left the tram at Flinders Street and walked straight to the motorcycle shops on Elizabeth Street gazing at the gleaming motorcycles in their showrooms. If I had to choose one as a first motorcycle I was really spoilt for choice at the sight of Norton Dominators, BSA Gold Flashes, Triumph Tiger 110's, 100's, 5 & 6T's but the machine which really caught my eyes was a brace of BSA Gold Stars, one 350cc & one 500cc machine. I read about these bikes winning the previous years Clubman's TT races in the Isle of Man in a magazine article in the tea room, of how the 500cc bikes could reach 70 mph in bottom gear but their price tags were horrendous. There was no way I could save up enough money to buy one even when I reached 18 on RAAF pay, there was no doubting that they were rich mans toys which would take a lottery win for me to even get near to owning one, I reasoned I would have to start somewhere on probably a cheap small capacity two stroke bike such as a BSA Bantam and having already seen loads of these little bikes whizzing around the city I asked the salesman about one. He passed me a brochure telling me how reliable these bikes are, economical on petrol, easy to ride & maintain, the ideal first bike for a youngster & I left the shop in good spirits and took the 59 tram to Ascot Vale, having seen Quinn's motorcycle shop on Mount Alexander Road every time the tram passed by, my curiosity drove me to look into the shop. I immediately saw the racing connections on entering with the large 6 foot by 4 foot black & white photo stood in the corner of a Manx Norton leaping Ballaugh Bridge on the Isle of Man, its rider wearing the usual pudding basin helmet & pilot's goggles, that photo really stirred up my imagination when I felt a hand on my right shoulder. I turned round to see a smartly dressed man in his twenties wearing a shirt & tie who said. "How do you like the photo? That's me riding the bike in last years TT." "Really, It must have cost you heaps to get over there & who bought & paid for the bike?" "That's a factory Norton works 500cc bike with me riding it in the Senior TT." "You must be a really good rider, where did you come?" "I come 5th in the 350cc Junior TT but my luck ran out on the fifth lap when a con rod broke at 130mph and I crashed, I spent almost a year in hospitals before I came home. Come to the tearoom with me and the apprentice will make us both a nice cup of tea." He led me through the showroom through the workshops into a large storage room to a long table with chairs, a sink in the corner with a fridge and cabinet. A blond haired teenager wearing overalls entered the tea room on cue when Mr. Quinn said. "I would like you to meet Dylan Masters, he's my first year apprentice who will cater for your requirements; meanwhile I have a phone call to make." Dylan refilled the electric jug, brought out the clean mugs, milk, sugar & biscuits & made two mugs of tea, one for myself & Mr. Quinn. He sat down introducing himself then we made small talk despite his blue eyes constantly gazing at my breasts making him blush. Dylan's 3 months younger than me wearing round lens spectacles with a lovely smile revealing his tooth brace with rosy cheeks who definitely ticks all the boxes for a healthy well cared for Australian youngster including the rock hard cock bulging out his overalls and seeing his socks at the bottom told me he, like every one of us at the air base also wore shorts under our overalls. After finishing our tea, Dylan pressed a card into my hand whispering. "Give me a call after hours to arrange a meet." I definitely saw the twinkle in his eyes with a wry smile, there was no doubt he was giving me the come on look. I shook his hand saying. "I'll definitely catch you later." As I walked through the showroom, I thanked Mr. Quinn & shook his hand when my eyes feasted on a 6 year old rigid framed 125cc BSA D1 Bantam with its sprung saddle & pillion box seat. Mr. Quinn spotted my gaze, asked my interest then pulled the machine out, wheeled it through workshop onto the cobblestones outside and started it up on the second kick. After asking if I've ever rode a motorcycle, he let me mount it & directed me to turn right into Wordsworth Street, I rode downhill to the end of the street and back with a huge grin on my face as this machine was certainly a good runner, all the controls worked smoothly with smooth gear & clutch operation. I lastly tried the lights & bulb horn falling in love with this machine right away & bought it for the £30 asking price, I paid for it in cash & he signed the vehicle ownership transfer & roadworthy forms then he wheeled it back into the workshop, measured out a large gallon sized jug of two stroke fuel mix & poured it into the tank, checked the gearbox oil level & sent me on my way. For the second time in my life I was riding a motorcycle without a licence through the city of Melbourne and home arriving without so much as a look from a cop. I arrived home to see my next door neighbour who had pushed his race bike up to the top of the hill in my street; he rolled his bike downhill and bump started it which fired up with a raucous bellow from its megaphone exhaust reeking of the heavenly scents of burnt castor oil, he rode it up & down the street before pulling into his drive hanging the throttle slide on the cable holding the running engine at a tick over before stopping the engine. I found the sights & sounds of this bike highly exhilarating before he wheeled it back into his garage containing his workshop when he asked me to fetch the bike's paddock stand & I assisted him in placing his bike onto the stand then followed him into his house for a mug of tea. Entering his house was like walking into a museum, there was motorcycle memorabilia festooned everywhere, there was no doubting that this bike's a Manx Norton just like the photo in Quinn's showroom except for its British racing green fuel tank sporting BSA tank transfers & a different engine as this bike housed what I learned later was a BSA M24 Gold star engine. There was no doubting that 49 year old Jack Duggan is a highly talented engineer who's a lecturer at the Royal Melbourne institute of technology who faithfully constructed the Manx Norton featherbed frame with its bolt on rear sub frame with its right hand down tube kinked to miss the oil pump bulge on the BSA single's crankcase. He spent 3 years building this machine using parts from the original crashed machine & making many parts himself. I had a lot of respect for Jack who's always busy making, fixing or machining something which is why he hardly ever answers his doorbell & people have cottoned on to knocking on the garage door instead & ringing him up in the evening. Jack brought out the mugs of tea with Arnotts Tim tams biscuits & over tea he talked about his racing days which I listened with lots of interest & compared notes with him about my aircraft engineering apprenticeship. I became aware that he was eying me up during the conversation with his gaze going straight to my package & then my breasts when he asked. "I couldn't help noticing but you seem to have a rather well developed chest," I looked down & saw the wet spots around my nipples realizing they must have leaked on the ride over as I certainly felt my nipples tingling owing to my bouncing breasts rubbing on my silk vest under my tee shirt which gave me a throbbing leaking erection. He asked to look at my chest which I saw no harm in as so many others have already seen it which I'm used to by now except that his eyes must have popped right out of his head saying. "It seems to me that you have a girl's breasts, do your doctors know about this?" "Yes they do, they tell me it should pass within a couple of years," There was something about his gaze on my breasts, it felt as though his eyes were boring right into them causing my nipples to harden & tingle with sensations inside my breasts when they began dripping my heavenly elixir of love & he gasped in astonishment. "You really are making milk, I've never heard of any boys doing that, mind if I have a taste?" "I don't see why not as everyone else has & they tell me it's delicious." At first he scooped some up with his finger & licked it then suddenly began ravenously nursing off each breast which I was secretly thankful for as it relieved the aching inside but it was also his tonguing on my nipples which did it, he really knew what he was doing as within fleeting moments my cock which became rock hard straining inside the nylon confines began shooting long well spaced out gushes of spunk inside my speedos & wetting my shorts followed by the heavenly scents of fresh teen boy spunk permeating around the living room & the same thing happened to Jack. He must have been wearing old fashioned cotton shorts underwear which normally allowed his cock to dangle, what I saw was a huge tent made by a monster cock visibly jerking powerfully in his trousers with spunk permeating through the material in huge gushes & running down his trouser leg whilst he was grunting like a bitch & that's when he swore me to secrecy & called me jailbait whilst feeling my still rock hard cock through my shorts then he knelt down, untied the draw cord; pulled my shorts down to my ankles followed by my speedos whilst gazing at them with approval & sensually gliding his hands over the silky nylon saying. "I love your choice under your shorts," then pulled my speedos down to my ankles seeing my spunk run into the bottom gusset & encircled my still leaking cock with his mouth. He began by licking off any remaining spunk whilst sensually massaging & pinching my nipples making my cock the biggest its ever been with highly intense sensations in my cock, inside my breasts & I felt the inside of my arse pulsing in time with my powerfully twitching cock. For an older guy, he was really good & those 5 or so minutes felt like heaven as those sensual feelings he caused were coursing right through me & this time I knew I was in for one hell of a shattering orgasm which built up to such a crescendo I was in sensory overload when I blew another load of teen boy spunk into his eagerly waiting mouth seeing stars and almost screaming my head off at the intensity I became legless & had to sit down having plastered another load of breast milk onto my chest. He gave me a seriously erotic tongue kiss with my own spunk which I swallowed followed by scooping & feeding my own milk into his mouth mixing that with my remaining spunk for a milky tongue kiss, I seriously wondered where he learned that one from and would suggest it to Mr. Rolfe on my return to the air base as it was like drinking the mother of heavenly elixirs of love. I know from what the German consultant also told me that my milk also contained a lot of hormones which should give Jack's a boost. He brought out a bowl of hot water with flannels to wash all my fluids off me and inside my speedos leaving me to return home with a wet gusset then beckoned me to sit back down on his settee whilst he went to the kitchen & made me a doubly thick chocolate malt milk shake with 2 scoops of chocolate ice cream (Milk bars only ever put one scoop in), 2 measures of malt with 2 tablespoonfuls of honey. I knew straight away this was going to recharge my breasts big time & sweeten my spunk as well as the usual hazard of packing on the pounds on whoever drinks a lot of them so I was thankful just to be drinking one before I left Jack's house & thankfully he's agreed to store the motorcycle in his garage until I take out a licence. I got home in time to help mum prepare the evening meal & do some chores. After dinner I planned to walk to the phone box outside the post office and give Dylan a call, hopefully for a hook up & more sex reasoning that both my balls & breasts would have recharged by then. After dinner I showered & washed with carbolic soap from the air base & with the evening cooling down I decided to wear my sheer white linen summer trousers with a pair of bright red speedos underneath knowing they can be seen from a distance through the material with a white short sleeve shirt & tie with jacket over the shirt to hide my bulging breasts & nipple pokies on the tram. I put on a pair of knee high black nylon women's socks & black polished shoes & just before I left the house, mum called out. "Are you going to a girlfriend tonight?" I replied. "Yes." She called out. "Don't you dare go putting your prick inside her fanny as you're not yet ready to father a kid?" "I won't mum; I know a lot better than that." "Come here son." I walked the few steps to her when she went into her bedroom & returned with a pack of English condoms, she passed me them saying. "If you do, make damn sure you put one of these on your prick & don't get caught by the cops with them in your possession as you have to have a prescription for these over here which I don't have as I brought these out with me." . . . "Thanks mum," I put them in my inside jacket pocket, gave her a kiss & left the house, moments later I called Dylan to let him know I'm on my way & boarded the tram just in the nick of time, as soon as I sat down, I paid the tram conductor my fare to Flinders Street then took my pack of full strength navy cut cigarettes from my jacket pocket, lit one up & took a huge inhalation savouring the dizzying head rush as I relaxed for the ride. Having alighted at Flinders street, I walked the short distance to Elizabeth Street & caught the number 59 tram (again) this time I asked the tram conductor for the nearest stop to Marybyrnong then paid the fare. The tram conductor called me at the stop saying. "Follow the road over the bridge, that takes you into Raleigh road," I thanked him & started walking. I stopped on the bridge to look down at the Marybyrnong River watching a group of Boy Scouts paddling kayaks watched over by 2 instructors, one of them looked up at me & I gave him a wave. I followed Raleigh road & shortly arrived at the reserve, turned right after the reserve & arrived at Dylan's weatherboard house on the corner, pressed the doorbell & he let me into his house. Having shut the door we embraced in a powerful & passionate hug giving me the wonderful news his parents had left for the weekend leaving him home alone having told them he was working at Quinn's motorcycle shop the next morning. I thought. `You crafty bastard, he's planned this to have a sleepover.' I needed to change out of these nice clothes & Dylan passed me a tee shirt & a pair of tailored Stubbies shorts, having put them on they were so tiny, rather like square cut swimming trunks with a low waist which sat on the hips with side slits like running/footy shorts which fitted me perfectly. When he saw my red speedos he gasped saying. "Ripper of an idea to be wearing them, I must get me a few pairs," his hands lovingly glided over the smooth nylon & said. "I see why you like them & they certainly don't hide your bulge." Having ate a large meal & drank loads of liquids, I had a long piss before leaving & now my breasts had recharged big time, filled out like balloons & started leaking. Dylan saw this, took off the tee shirt & began nursing off each breast drinking just enough to relieve the build up & stop the aching before we just stripped right down to our speedos saying. "I never knew boys made milk & the stuff coming out of your tits really is delicious, I just wish someone like you had a never ending supply on tap, you really should think about working in a St Kilda brothel as there are men who would pay heaps to drink your delicious tit juice, this makes you a ripper of a special person even if you are a freak." He brought out a bottle of beer, opened it & we shared it whilst he set up an 8mm movie projector & screen with a 200 foot reel from a can, the movie was in black & white so I knew it was an old one. The opening sequence read. `Bath Club, London,' The camera slowly panned over the marble statue of Hermaphroditus which looked like a girl the same age as us except for a boy's face & a monstrously huge cock, the scene lowered for a close up shot of the statue's package & underneath its balls was a set of female organs with huge flaps, the sight of that really gave me a huge rock hard leaking hard on when Dylan said. "This place was bombed during the war." There were more shots of men & young boys either swimming or relaxing by the pool openly making love to each other & every one was totally naked including the lifeguards. The next shot was of an American gym class swimming session of 14 to 15 year old boys & every one of them was totally naked which also showed all the boys naked in a communal shower scene. Another scene showed the same group of boys at a summer camp getting off a coach, all wearing tiny shorts & vests collecting their luggage & the next scene showed them all swimming naked in a lake, other scenes showed them doing athletics running round a running track naked & playing baseball naked. It was the German scenes which really caught my eye, these girls were all blond about 12 or 13 years old, every girl had large breasts with huge nipples, large fat cocks about 6 or 7 inches with huge balls & female organs under their balls. A huge breasted girl of about 14 or 15 was shown stoking her huge 9 inch cock whilst another one was tapping her clitoris & two of them were suckling her breasts & showing their mouthfuls of breast milk then squeezing her breasts which squirted out breast milk when she shot out well spaced jets of spunk from her huge cock, liquid was gushing out in spurts from her vaginal area & water pistol like squirts of breast milk was erupting from her monstrously huge nipples whilst her face was contorted in ecstacy at her crashing simultaneous orgasms. Dylan said. "Dad says these girls were specially bred to have cocks & balls as well as Fannies, he reckons had the war continued, they would have been groomed for working as nurses in military hospitals." Another scene showed the elder girl fucking a younger girl with her huge cock & pulling out with the last of her spunk dripping from her cock & running out of the younger girl's pussy then showed where the younger girl's breast milk ran down her breasts before panning onto the smiling elder girl's face. When The final scene showed a naked muscular boy of about 16 with a monster of a cock which must me about 10 inches long embracing her & leading her onto a bed then entering her pussy with his hugely monstrous cock & thrusting into her, their motions causing her breasts to jiggle whilst leaking breast milk, the scene kept stopping & starting ending with him pushing his cock right inside her, their faces contorted with the ecstacy of their orgasms with her cock shooting off her spunk in long powerful gushes like a fire hose across the room whilst his cock was pumping her full of his highly fertile spunk then he pulled out holding his cock aimed at her face as a long stream of spunk flew out of his cock hitting her squarely in the face followed by another a few seconds later then finally dribbling the last of his spunk onto her stomach. The film ended with a final shot of the naked couple with her holding her newborn baby & by now both Dylan & I were fired up ready for a night of sex together when he rewound the film, put it into its can & packed away the projector & screen then he went to the kitchen, filled up the electric jug, switched it on until it boiled then made two mugs of tea served with two Arnotts Tim tams chocolate biscuits. After tea they both lovingly sensually caressed each other whilst watching the TV before retiring to Dylan's bedroom which luckily had a double bed. A framed photo of his elder brother wearing an RAAF uniform stood on a bedside cabinet previously taken at his passing out parade bore a striking resemblance to Dylan & hanging on the wall above the head of the bed was a large crucifix denoting that they're a catholic family. Dylan pulled down his speedos & I followed suit, both our cocks were already rock hard & Dylan's was a hugely fat 9 inch monster with big balls, especially for a lad of 16 & his already large nipples had erected out to the size of thimbles & were highly sensitive to the slightest touch. I started by alternately sucking on them making him mewl like a kitten & I was about to find out that he's no stranger to gay sex. He took out a jar of Vaseline from the bedside cabinet & began lubing my rear hole followed by his huge cock then guided me to straddle him facing his head & lowering myself onto his huge throbbing leaking pole. I became surprised at how easy it slid up inside me giving me the most amazing feelings of fullness & feeling like I'm about to dump a huge log of a shit. I rode his pole whilst massaging my leaking nipples which began dribbling trails of breast milk down my chest sending the most amazing tingling sensations to my balls & felt awesome inside my breasts which were bouncing in time with my motions. He began scooping up the milk with his fingers & licking them clean putting a beaming smile on his face & saying. "The next time I make tea, I should be using your milk instead." I chuckled at his remark although it left an idea in my head to try it." I knew that his hugely fat pole was a tight fit inside me & certainly felt it every time it twitched, sometimes it shot a jet of his pre-cum love juices into the depths of my bowels telling me that this boy makes loads when I felt it expand straining against the walls of my chute & jerking like crazy when whoosh, I certainly felt a huge gush of hot spunk flood right inside me, the next huge gush one took about 20 seconds and there were several more after that followed by smaller well spaced out gushes, I must have counted at least 20 so I knew this boy certainly can shoot a bucket load of spunk. I felt so full & just remained kneeling there feeling his jerking cock subside before it softened & when I finally got off him, his whole package was plastered in so much spunk, it must have been the biggest load I've seen in my life. I had to go straight to the toilet desperately trying to hold it in like a sudden attack of diarrhoea & just made it to the toilet when it blasted uncontrollably out of my hole followed by the rest coming out in hugely thunderous farts which had Dylan laughing his head off & me asking. "What's so funny?" I beckoned him to lie across the bed, reached for the Vaseline & lubed us both up, placed his ankles onto my shoulders & pushed my cock right inside him. Normally most boys have tight arses but Dylan's was hugely cavernous, evidence of him being a career bottom boy probably taking huge cocks since puberty which I guessed at 12, even my fat cock, only slightly smaller than his fitted in there like a pea in a whistle & there was no doubting that his appetite for sex was insatiable, definitely a satyr maniac shooting off spunk morning, noon & night & as I pistoned in & out of him, he certainly had the most amazingly powerful arse muscles I've ever encountered giving the most amazing squeezes on my cock, so much so that this boy would soon be having my hot load gush inside him within a couple of minutes & when it did. I had a truly shattering orgasm which racked right through me with breast milk squirting out of my orgasmic nipples onto him, I was seeing stars & having to stifle my screams & sat down on the bed with the remnants of my spunk still leaking out of my deflating cock whilst Dylan shot off to the toilet. It took a while for their wood chip bath heater to heat up some water & wash ourselves down with warm wet flannels otherwise it would have taken ages to fully heat up enough for our showers & having dried off we clambered into his bed totally naked for another kissing & caressing session finishing with me nursing him with my elixir of love, a name he finds appropriate which sated him & sent him to sleep. During those final waking moments before sleep I had time to reflect on what I had become, was I really becoming a satyr maniac like all the boys & men I was having sex with? And why is it me that has girly milky breasts? Thoughts of wearing a bra was something I never wished for & judging how my breasts have already grown & were bouncing & jiggling within the confines of my clothes & would it end my career? & yet there's women in the RAAF, they all have breasts & some of them are huge & yet they're serving throughout the country so perhaps I really am blessed with a gift which someone called the elixir of love & the name stuck with me, perhaps there is a purpose to my condition which I have yet to reason why when sleep overcame me. Sleeping in a large double bed certainly had its benefits, for starters there's another hot blooded person also warming it up as well as me & this night our shifting positions didn't disturb either of us. Come morning we gently awoke at the same time talking sweet nothings with our usual morning rock hard cocks wanting attention & my breasts recharged ready for nursing this beautiful teenager lying next to me except this time I would only allow him to drink a small amount & save the rest for our mugs of tea at his suggestion. We fell into a wonderful lover's embrace & Dylan's sensual touches & caresses certainly gave me feelings of love for him & yet he knew there was someone else. Bernie was my true partner, a relationship forged during our darkest days at both Feltham & Turana, now almost a year has passed us by & we'll be entering our second year of our apprenticeships. Bernie was a person who needed my protection, someone to turn to & I've always been there for him & so I recounted my story right from the time of the car chase, running through a thicket & ripping an eye on an overhanging bramble, surgery at Moorfields followed by appointments at Gisborne Street, the flight on the Lockheed Super Constellation & what surprised me next was Dylan now crying his eyes out & I comforting him but in doing so I felt he was taking away some of my pain & he was now the only person who knew my innermost secrets & yet I knew I could trust him, even with my life & so it was we broke our embraces for another round of the most amazing sex between us shagging each other doggy fashion & filling both our bowels with each others spunk followed by sucking our remaining after leakage from our cocks, swallowing it, dumping each others spunk into the toilet & myself cooking proper full English breakfasts whilst the wood chip heater warmed up the water whilst we downed with our mugs of tea whitened with my breast milk & sweetened with honey (Made the proper way with a teapot) Dylan said. "This tea's like drinking the nectar of the gods & more importantly it contains a part of you, I really like that, it's tea with your elixir of love," We both took a mouthful then swapped cups, another mouthful & swapped back again with him saying. "There, that makes it a nice ritual, a sharing of lover's cups if you like." We shared a long shower together washing each other with my carbolic soap & drying each other off with a huge bath towel. I dressed & before donning my jacket, Dylan said. "I can see your red speedos through your trousers & I really like the way your breasts push out your shirt & oh, your nipples, they really do tent out your shirt, so lovely to see this." We exchanged our addresses & I gave him my service number, rank & the address of the air base, we shook hands & fell into a last kissing lover's embrace before I donned my jacket & left, walking to the tram stop. It was a beautiful sunny Saturday morning when I alighted in Elizabeth Street & I looked in the motorcycle shops. The whole street must have been crammed with motorcycles of every description which made me proud as now, I also owned one. A camera shop caught my eye & I saw what looked like a German Leica 35mm camera, just one of those would cost a fortune except this one was a Russian FED-2 copy. I entered the shop & the proprietor took it out for me, he showed me how it worked & how to load the film. The price was indeed a real steal so I bought it, I would later come to know how reliable it was & it took really clear photos. I caught the tram from Flinders Street & finally alighted at the intersection by the post office & milk bar, walked home, entered the house when mum embraced me & kissed me passionately saying. "You smell of carbolic soap," & with a twinkle in her eyes asked. "How was your night with your girlfriend?" "It was lovely, thank you." I changed back into tee shirt & cotton drawstring shorts, took 2 Arnotts Tim tams chocolate biscuits & made us both tea then sat at the table as she asked. "Aren't you going to check your mail?" There was a blue air mail letter on the table addressed to me, I wondered who could have sent it, it was fatter than a normal letter & I carefully opened it. It contained a little red booklet which bore the queen's crown & read. `Great Britain driving licence' I looked through its pages seeing it was in my name, valid for 3 years with a note which read. `Owing to the current emergency powers regulations, you are issued with a full driving licence' I signed the bottom of the page & asked mum. "Who's done this for me & why?" It's a present from your father, he's arranged it with his relations back home so you can now ride your motorcycle whenever you're home on leave & he says you'll soon have to exchange it for a state licence." I went to the garage to look over the Excelsior & parked right next to it was my BSA Bantam displaying a newly issued registration disc, I truly felt proud as though I had come of age. The adventures continue.