Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 00:22:07 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: British Army Basha (Revised)

			    British Army Basha

A story by Vintagespeedoboy with flashbacks to the 1960's (see US army pup
tent) this is entirely a work of fiction.

This story started when I visited a friends house when his grandson was
staying with them, he was a typical 16 year old who played computer games,
football, other sports & rode his mountain bike which certainly had
maintenance issues until one day I was asked to fix it as up to now he just
rode it in ignorant bliss, fortunately I had loads of parts &c acquired
from years of fixing bikes from the dump & others which had been discarded
which although was a hobby of mine I made some money by selling them.

Having served my 22 years in the army I had accumulated loads of buckshee
kit which was stored in the attic of my house & my old school mountain bike
is an ageing Raleigh Outland with bull horn handlebars which I got from the
dump about 15 years ago which has served me well, I've taken it on holiday
several times to the Greek island of Crete having dismantled it & packed it
into a bicycle bag for the Britannia airways flights to Heraklion with
people asking my reasons for bringing along such an old crate.

I'm also a qualified outdoor pursuit's instructor having accompanied
scouts, cadets & youngsters from various other youth organizations on Duke
of Edinburgh expeditions, I've been camping for over 50 years & yet young
James, the 16 year old teenager has never even spent a single night under
canvas & yet we've both rode for miles on our mountain bikes whenever he
visits his grand parents.

My names Tom & I'm now a retired mechanical engineer having recently taken
early retirement leaving me with time on my hands, at 60 I'm still in
excellent health owing to the cycling & swimming I do & having kept up my
lifeguard qualifications over the years I frequently am asked to cover
shifts at my local pool whenever one of their lifeguards is absent, because
I have swam in speedo swimming trunks for all those years & all the lads
swim in shorts now, I have become known as the last lifeguard to wear
speedos.

I taught young James to swim & watched the lad grow into a fine teenager
whose now a very strong swimmer, he's six foot tall with blond shoulder
length hair, has a muscular physique & the most striking blue eyes, it was
during one of his weekend visits when we were talking about the old days
when we were scouts that his grandfather said.

"Jim, you've never even camped out, why don't you go with Tom for a good
ride out in the countryside on your bikes, let him show you around & spend
a night out in the country?"

"Why should I when I have the comfort of my own bed?"

"Look Jim, in a few months time you'll be getting your car licence &
learning to drive, have you ever thought what may happen should you break
down on a lonely country road miles from anywhere, just having a few things
in your car could make the difference between you suffering or worse &
getting a good nights sleep."

Jim shot me a serious look asking. "Do these things really happen?"

"Yes Jim, they can & do, it's only a couple of years ago when two young
lads froze to death in their car which broke down on the Yorkshire moors
coming home from a dance simply because they weren't prepared."

The grandfather looked at me before saying to Jim. "The best thing you can
do is go with Tom for a night out in the country, he's an old hand at that
game, perhaps you might learn something & you might even get to like it."

During my time in the forces we slept out in the field under ponchos, it
was at a car boot sale that I came across a British army DPM camouflaged
basha, this piece of kit is bigger than a poncho, has eyelets & loops & was
bought at a bargain price, We would use a poncho each as a cycling cape
after which Jim would have one for weather protection on his bicycle.

I brought my kit around & showed Jim how to erect our shelter in his
grandparents back garden, gave him a run through on cooking our meals &c
with his skepticism now changing into a thirst for knowledge on this
seemingly new activity which he was about to undertake in a few days time,
he spent those evenings watching you tube videos taking notes & realizing
that he's missed out on his best years of sleepovers with his friends under
canvas.

Our site for this one night is an island on the River Thames known as 'The
Lynch' near Shiplake on Thames, this island has mature trees growing on it
together with small clearings which are ideal for our shelter, on the
island is the remnants of a large fallen down tree which has been cleared
away just leaving a tree stump which is the diving platform into the
backwater & is known locally as 'The swimming hole tree', our troop camped
here almost a half century ago & with the fond memories of that camp gave
me the ideal reasons to re-visit this popular island, a phone call to Rick,
an old friend of mine confirmed that he still had his narrow boat named
'Countess of Clewer' moored nearby & would ferry us onto the island.

I erected the shelter sheet as a low flat basha using bungee cords with the
four sides protected by mosquito netting knowing that Jim reacts very badly
to wasp stings, the ponchos were our groundsheets & there was more than
enough room for us with our kit, we changed into our speedos (Jim had a
black pair which he's only ever worn on holidays as he doesn't want to be
seen wearing them with his mates) & went diving off the swimming hole tree,
Jim was now in his element enjoying his time here with a few local
youngsters also diving off the tree, their bikes were parked on the
opposite bank having swam across to the island.

Jim's Adonis like physique looked stunning as he stepped onto the tree in
the afternoon sun with his deeply bronzed tan evidenced by the absence of
white skin denoting that he obviously wore his speedos whilst sunbathing &
his swimming trunks certainly didn't conceal his huge package, the sight of
which now started to awaken long passed pleasant memories of my youth as my
cock sprang a boner just like the old days whilst I stood behind him
waiting to dive.

I was glad to be in the water with my engorged cock out of sight of those
youngsters & stayed there relaxing & enjoying myself in the water, soon the
lads left the island swimming back across the backwater, getting changed &
riding away on their bikes, we returned to our basha after drying off in
the sun & that's when I got a surprise when Jim hugged me & ground his hard
cock into mine, I said to him.

"We shouldn't be doing this, your grandfather's an old friend of mine who
I've known for many years & he trusts me with you."

"I'm 16 now & it's the age of consent, he won't find out if you don't tell
him."

My inhibitions were now melting away with this very hot teenager's
ministrations; both of us were rock hard inside our speedos as Jim's
insatiable appetite for sex took hold of him, he looked to be packing a
good eight or nine inches inside his trunks which was leaking out a thin
white watery liquid through the material & trickling down his thigh, I have
never seen anyone leak out so much pre-cum in my entire life & I've messed
around with a few lads when I was their age.

With Jim, the years just melted away like I was a teenager again, we
partially dropped our trunks & slowly wanked each others cocks with my 8
inches almost dwarfed by Jim's monster, the sight of which fuelled primeval
lust in myself & he wanted me to pop his cherry right there & then.

He took a tube of KY jelly out of his bag & lubed up before I laid down on
a towel & him straddling me, I was fully expecting my cock to be a tight
fit inside his boy pussy & it went straight in, I knew straight away that
he's been having regular sex with other persons, he rode up & down on my
cock whilst he massaged his nipples with his hands as his huge cock waved
up & down like a wand, my cock felt so good inside him & his huge cock just
kept on leaking his love juices onto my stomach, sometimes it would squirt
out a thin jet of his juices about a couple of feet, I knew that a very hot
teenager just couldn't last & sure enough he blasted out several huge jets
of spunk all over me with some of it flying about several feet, there must
have been at least 10 to 15 seconds between each squirt which shot out of
his cock which also made his boy pussy grab onto my cock triggering it to
shoot at least a weeks supply of my spunk into his teen pussy, I looked on
in total amazement that this teen could shoot so much spunk, in some ways
this made me jealous of him as there was just no way I could match him for
quantity, compared to me he shot buckets of spunk, after cleaning ourselves
up we went inside our basha & made the most passionate love to each other
in our afterglows before we just laid there on top of our sleeping bags,
Jim now surprised me when he lit up a cigarette & smoked it whilst lying
there, I said to him in surprise.

"I never knew you smoked, doe's your grandparents or your mum know?"

"Mum does but my grandparents don't & please don't tell them."

It was time for our dinner for which I brought along two military 24 hour
ration packs, two sets of mess tins, cutlery for both, water & a British
army number seven gasoline stove, a souvenir of my army days, this is a
small brass petrol stove contained in a green tin similar to a tea tin, I
cooked up the beef hotpot from both packs with fruit biscuits for dessert
washed down with coffee, that little stove certainly made short work of
cooking our meals, after washing & drying up we relaxed inside our basha
with my small pocket radio tuned in to Classic Gold on 1431 KHz, a local
radio station in Reading which plays music from the 1960's, 70's & 80's, it
seemed as though Jim also shared my taste in music.

It wasn't long when lust seized the teen as he laid on top grinding his
rock hard cock still tucked inside his speedos into mine making me hard
instantly as he kissed me & sucked on my nipples, I felt the wetness on his
trunks as a gush of his love juices flooded into them, he got off me,
lifted his bottom up & pulled down his trunks making him totally naked, the
red head of his cock was covered in his love juices, his foreskin had
peeled back by itself & his cock was twitching in time to his heartbeat,
the head of his cock looked huge & his shaft must be about the size of a
golf ball, it was the sheer size of it which obviously attracted boys to it
like bees around a honey pot, he had a large blond pubic bush which
protruded above the waistline of his trunks, he could get any girl he
wanted with his good looks & his huge cock & now he wanted to push it
inside my pussy hole.

It had been many years since I had a cock up there & Jim was about to
impale me with the biggest cock I had ever taken in my life, he certainly
knew how to prepare a pussy hole before he slowly pushed his huge cock
inside me & rested it there, it hurt me like hell before the pain subsided
& became a most pleasurable feeling, I felt every one of his strong jerks
each time it twitched which done wonderful things to my love button inside
making my cock feel like it was about to come, each gush of his love juices
deep inside me felt awesome sending jolts of electricity right through me
making my pussy hole grab onto his cock.

He pumped into me slowly with long strokes & with its constant jerking I
knew he couldn't last at all & within minutes his cock swelled up & jet
after jet of his warm spunk flooded inside me with an orgasm so intense Jim
almost screamed his head off, his blasts of spunk triggered several to fly
out of my cock onto the groundsheet, we just laid there with his cock still
inside my pussy which carried on jerking even though Jim's load was now
spent & took a long time to deflate before he pulled it back out.

It was almost dark when we both walked totally naked the few yards to the
edge of the island & went skinny dipping, this was Jim's first time he swam
in the nude & he became exhilarated by it, I hadn't been skinny dipping
since I was a teenager & the enjoyment flooded back, I pushed out Jim's
spunk into the water giving an opportunist fish a good feed, the current
was minimal & our naked bodies looked like a form of fine art in motion in
the water with our pubic bushes visible against our skin, we must have
remained a long time in the water in pure bliss on this very special night,
when we did get out it was to return to our basha to dry ourselves off &
putting on tee shirts & shorts before I lit the stove to boil up some water
for our night time drink before we slipped into our sleeping bags under the
light of a multi LED hanging light which lit up the inside of the basha
like an arc light at a football stadium.

We talked for a while with the radio playing hits from the 1970's until I
switched off the radio & the multi LED hanging light plunging us into total
darkness & we both went to sleep like a light going out.

The following morning we awoke to a sunny morning with birdsong all around
us, we put our clothes on & I cooked the breakfasts when we heard the
Countess of Clewer dock against the bank a few yards away & Rick joined us
for a cup of tea, we now had to strike camp for the boat ride back to the
mainland & the bike ride home to Jim's grandparents, as we all chatted over
a mug of coffee they obviously noticed how cheerful Jim became after our
night out, he really did enjoy himself & asked me. "Tom, when can we go
again?"

"Next weekend if you want & you had better clean your mess tins, cutlery &
mug before we do, they're yours now," he planted me a huge kiss &
said. "Thanks, I now wish I had done this sooner."

As I left, I looked back & saw the knowing looks & smile on his
grandfather's face.

The market was literally flooded with British army bashas in both DPM &
desert camouflage & there were loads for sale on ebay, I knew Jim would be
wanting one & pressed the buy it now button for a used one at 15 quid, it
arrived two days later & it was a brand new one or at the very least
probably only used once, to complete his package I got him four bungee
cords, some parachute cord, lightweight tent pegs, a lightweight
groundsheet & a mosquito net, his sleeping bag would come later when my
army contact came up trumps & I made up a set of poles for him.

Jim wanted to go back to the island again & this time instead of the basha
I took along a German army flecktarn camouflage two man pup tent; like the
US army pup tent, this too also comes in two halves each of which is in a
canvas wallet, the camouflage pattern seemed to blend into the surrounding
vegetation better than the camouflage pattern of the basha even though it
was erected with a lower profile, it was just as well we did as there were
boats moored along the banks of the island & the tent would give us privacy
from prying eyes provided Jim didn't scream his head off when having a
hugely intense orgasm.

We arrived at Rick's canal boat & had a nice cup of tea & a chat before he
took us to the island, we pitched the tent at the same spot as last time,
laid out our sleeping bags, changed into our speedos & went to the swimming
hole tree, there was a larger number of kids here diving off the tree trunk
which is huge, it must be at least six foot across & totally stripped of
bark, it was a huge tree when I camped here as an 11 year old boy scout on
my first summer camp, I hope someone said a prayer for it when it fell into
the Thames.

The normal rules on what kids are allowed to do when diving don't apply
here making it a free for all with the bigger lads doing bombs sending up
huge splashes several metres, this time I wore my red speedo lifeguard
uniform trunks with the word 'lifeguard' printed in yellow across the back
& it wasn't long before kids were asking me.

"Hey mister lifeguard, will you save me?" I replied by tousling their wet
hair, only one lad wore speedos & he looked to be about 14, I knew straight
away that he was a good swimmer just by watching him swim & yet when he
dived in he swam about 10 metres underwater upstream before he surfaced,
waved his arms around shouting.

"Please mister lifeguard, come & save me."

"I will provided you come & join us for lunch," dived in, swam up to him &
tousled his hair as he blew a squirt of water from his mouth onto my face,"
we both swam back to the tree trunk, exited the water when he cheekily
said. "Where's the food, I'm starving."

Our ration packs had sachets of tuna in mayonnaise & luckily I had three
having brought along all my left over items, the lad wolfed down the tuna
before eating the whole packet of fruit biscuits similar to garibaldi with
the chicken spread on the biscuits washing it down with coffee, this lad
had obviously seen ration packs before, he introduced himself as Patrick
who's a patrol leader in the scouts.

He was a well built lad with dark hair standing about five foot & six
inches with brown eyes, as we talked both him & Jim kept gazing at each
other & it wasn't hard to guess what thoughts were going through both teens
minds when I asked Patrick.

"Are you staying on the island or do you have to go home?"

"I've came here with my camping kit to spend a night on the island to get
away from mum as she's got her boyfriend coming around & I'll be in the
way."

He hadn't unpacked his rucksack yet & his mountain bike was on the
mainland, I described the canal boat & asked him to take it there before
walking back, still wearing only his speedos he dived into the backwater,
swam across & rode his bike to the boat before walking back & swimming to
the island, he unpacked his kit & he too had an old army poncho as his
shelter, as I had my basha with me my suggestion would give both teens a
sleepover in my tent whilst I would have a peaceful night's sleep at the
large clearing on the southern end of the island, when I put my suggestion
to them their faces lit up like beacons before they both hugged me, planted
kisses & Patrick ground his hard seven inch cock tucked inside his speedos
into mine, OMG, this was one really hot 14 year old as I saw the knowing
looks on Jim's face, both lads helped me erect the basha with the mosquito
net before I left them to enjoy each other & arranging for us to go skinny
dipping after dark, I laid on top of my sleeping bag listening to Classic
Gold on the radio.

Whilst I relaxed, Patrick's insatiable lust took hold as both teens fondled
each other inside the tent, Jim's love juices were now flowing copiously
from his huge cock when Patrick took his cock inside his mouth & sucked on
the older teen's cock, Jim came within seconds with Patrick gagging on the
huge load even though Jim wanks his cock every day before Patrick lubed up
& pushed his cock slowly inside the older teen's boy pussy which went
straight in, he pounded into him & he too couldn't last either as his
teenage offering gushed into Jim's pussy hole triggering another blast of
spunk from him onto the groundsheet as their ecstatic orgasms took hold.

They made passionate love to each other in their hugely satisfying
afterglows before they exited the tent & lit up their cigarettes, it was
the early evening when Patrick walked over to remind me that it was dinner
time, I hadn't yet taught Jim how to operate the stove.

We pooled our food together for the evening meal with Patrick cooking some
of it on a solid fuelled hexamine stove, I must have used hundreds of these
things in the army & yet I didn't even have one, my petrol fuelled stove
was so reliable there wasn't any need for one for which I chastised myself
as a back up stove should always be carried & I lost count of how many
times I must have told local teenagers that, I made it a point to get one
with some spare fuel for next time.

Patrick too had British army mess tins & a non stick aluminium mug on top
of his British army water bottle, his cutlery set was a small set from
British Airways backed up with a stainless steel British army clasp knife
for his tin & bottle opener, he obviously was well kitted out for camping &
I couldn't fault him unlike some of my teenage D of E students, at least
with them I spent a whole morning doing a practical lecture on their kit so
at least when they do start expedition training they come prepared, Ideally
most of them use lightweight two man tents & meths fuelled Trangia cook
sets although the cadet units seem to want to stick with their bashas,
hexamine cookers & mess tins.

It wasn't long before the scent of burning hexamine wafted around the whole
island fuelling my memories of more pleasant times out in the field on
exercises & with the cadets, maybe its just a trend, I have found that the
really crafty cadets all seem to come from the Air Training Corps, perhaps
its to do with aviation being a highly complex technological career path.

Between ourselves we cooked up a very filling meal & Patrick certainly knew
how to cook, when we finished we washed up & dried our utensils before
sitting down listening to the radio whilst both lads smoked a cigarette
each, when it got dark we went skinny dipping in the river & once again I
enjoyed the sight of their young perfectly sculptured bodies in the water,
the night was darker this time as clouds rolled in, we got out of the
water, dried ourselves & I made up a mess tin of chicken soup for our night
time drink before we retired for the night.

They had my multi LED hanging light in the tent whilst I made do with a
mini maglite which I fitted with a triple LED light unit & a push button
operated tail cap, they had the most amazing sex together before falling
asleep, I listened to the radio for a while before I turned it off.

We were all woken up by a spectacular thunderstorm with the rain beating
heavily down on our shelters through the foliage of the trees, both our
shelters had channels dug around them so water shouldn't come in & luckily
it didn't.

In the morning the leaves on the trees were still wet & the sky was cloudy
although the air felt cool & fresh, I walked over to the tent, got them out
& started cooking breakfasts soon to be joined by Rick with the Countess of
Clewer moored nearby, after breakfast we entered his boat which was like a
palace inside even though it was a narrow boat, he started up the generator
so the lads could watch a DVD movie whilst we chatted on the stern of the
boat over a cup of tea sweetened with honey before he took a bottle of coke
from his fridge, put out some chocolate digestives & served the lads, those
chocolate biscuits disappeared almost instantly before they drunk their
cokes.

We gathered up the remains of our ration packs for Rick to cook our lunch
making it more civilized to be eating out of plates instead of mess tins
followed by ice cream topped with chocolate sauce for dessert after which
we sat down to watch the motor racing on Rick's television.

Soon it was time to go, we all exchanged our names, addresses, e-mails &
phone numbers before our rides home, once again I received a huge thank you
from Jim's grandparents & no sooner that I entered my house the phone rang
with Trevor, Patrick's assistant scout troop leader on the other end, that
troop from Reading was in a right pickle.



With their scout camp looming, their troop leader suddenly had to go into
hospital, their minibus had an alternator fail & to insure an 18 year old
assistant troop leader to drive it would break the bank, there was nothing
for it but for me to drive their minibus after having fixed it.

I also gave the vehicle a thorough check over to make sure it was ready for
the trip to Devon & took the precaution of replacing the timing belt &
changing the oil & filter.

Their troop was going to the scout camp site at Easterfield lane in the
Watcombe district of Torquay, I went there as a 13 year old boy scout in
the 1960's so I knew that their bunch of lads were in for a really good
camp especially as the camp site is only a few minutes walk from the sea
although the path which goes there is really steep on the final drop down
to the cove.

It wasn't long before we all went down to the cove for a swim, in some ways
I felt as though I returned home & was glad to see that it hadn't changed
much, there's now a building at the top end of the camp site & the bottom
of the right hand slope now has the amphitheatre, both these weren't there
in my day & our troop was blamed for pushing an old rickety trek cart down
the hill which crashed into the rough vegetation where the amphiteatre is
now almost destroying the cart, for me those fond memories now came
flooding back.

After swimming I walked uphill through the woods to see if the clearing was
still there, it was overgrown now becoming part of the woods, I had my
cherry taken on the grass in that clearing which at the time started me on
the road to better sex with other youngsters & indeed a teenage rover
scout, the best sex I had was with John, a boy of the same age as me who
came from the next town, he really was a good fuck who had a decent sized
cock & he really knew how to use it, we must have fucked each other
senseless in that clearing during our respective camps & we even sneaked
out one night & went skinny dipping in the cove before having the most
amazing sex on the beach, as well as that, we walked along that path
wearing only swimming trunks & even walked along there in the nude, with
those lovely memories flooding back & my cock getting rock hard inside my
shorts, the urge to give it a good wank took hold together with the lust
like I experienced back then blasting out a huge load of spunk onto the
ground.

I harboured a wish to go skinny dipping again after the scouts had gone to
sleep, I had brought along my German army flecktarn two man pup tent which
I had to myself together with my basha kit if I was to accompany them on an
overnight hike, it was a nice warm night as I walked alone along the path,
I arrived at the cove to see someone in the water who looked at me with a
look of surprise, it soon became apparent why, he was skinny dipping, I was
just about to enter the water when he boldly said.

"I haven't got my swimming trunks on, there's no one here so you may as
well take yours off," the audacity of this young teenage lad surprised me,
after all I was nearly four times his age, when our gazes met, I saw an
older version of John who I skinny dipped & fucked on this very beach all
those years ago, he looked a very fit muscular lad of about 17 with dark
shoulder length hair, as he walked towards the shore he had a large black
pubic bush & a huge fat cock as big as mine when its hard & his one was
fully hard, just the sight of him awakened my lust & my cock was hard in an
instant, he saw this & as bold as brass he gripped it with his hand saying.

"We've only just met, I hope you don't mind if I play with this," I was
totally speechless & yet his ministrations & the flowing electricity took
away any inhibitions I had.

We re entered the sea & swam around for what seemed like an age, it was a
brightly lit moonlit night with a huge looking full moon just like it was
when I skinny dipped with young John from the next town all those years
ago, it seemed as though I had been transported back in time to that very
night in the sea which was also warm & calm, as we laid on our backs our
skin shone in the moonlight enhancing our pubic bushes.

Once again the sea had granted us this concession on this very night within
sight of a landscape which was eons in the making & yet the old smugglers
tales were of a time quite recent to this place, we swam around on our
backs in a leisurely state of bliss & yet my eyes scanned the sea around me
which was ingrained into me through my lifeguard training, I've had some
very close encounters with bluebottle jellyfish & even been stung, so I
kept a sharp lookout for that tell tale sail shaped bag on the surface, we
exited from the sea to dry ourselves off whilst seated on the wall talking
about each other before we both hugged, kissed, fondled & made love to each
other.



Christian was a 17 year old venture scout from another troop camped nearby
so we would soon be seeing more of each other, he took out a tube of KY
jelly from his bum bag & lubed up his eight inch cock which is slightly
smaller than James's & still needed a good push to get it inside my pussy
hole, once in I felt every one of its powerful jerks as it twitched & fed
his pre-cum deep inside me, he thrust his cock using long slow strokes
which worked its magic on my love button inside, the feelings in my cock
together with the intense tingling in my balls built up to a hugely
intensive orgasm as I sprayed a huge load of spunk onto the sand without
ever touching my cock which triggered Christian to fire a huge load deep
inside my pussy hole as I felt every single warm gush of his spunk flooding
into me.

We just relaxed in our hugely satisfying afterglows before I dumped
Christian's teenage load onto the sand & with the lateness of the hour I
asked him to accompany me back along the path in the nude, the thought of
doing this exhilarated us & we passionately kissed & made love, we were
like a pair of lovers with our passions for each other still running high,
this was his first walk in the nude & he really liked doing it, we must
have set a record for the slowest time from the cove to our camp site for
which we had to put our clothes on before entering.

We walked to my tent & I took out my military petrol stove, lit it & boiled
a mess tin of water for a cup of tea whilst we talked, Christian came from
a London troop whilst I lived in Slough, although he held a provisional car
licence, the insurance costs even for a small car were prohibitive which
was the main reason he rode an old Honda CG125 motorcycle which was
currently off the road as the bike had a noisy engine owing to worn main
bearings, when I told him I could fix it, he was over the moon.

I described the procedure which would entail a full engine strip down which
entailed the use of extractor tools, one to remove the magneto's flywheel,
a special socket to fit the nut inside the centrifugal oil filter rotor, an
impact screwdriver to loosen the screws which held the engine together & a
bearing puller to remove the timing pinion & bearings from the crankshaft,
he listened to this with great interest & we arranged to collect his
machine after camp.

The following day I plugged my laptop into the minibus's cigarette lighter
socket & went on ebay, using the buy it now feature I bought a gasket set
from Hong Kong for five pounds with free post & his main bearings from a
bearing supplier which I've used also on ebay, just those two purchases
alone saved him a lot of money over motorcycle dealer prices as he looked
on in astonishment.

To him, the stripping down of a small Honda motorcycle engine was some sort
of black art & he did ask questions as to how I was going to do it, I
explained my career in the Royal Electrical & Mechanical Engineers which is
the technical branch of the army & having worked in motorcycle shops plus I
had a very good toolkit, his bike would be fixed by a highly experienced
mechanical engineer which is myself, he rang his father who sent the money
to my paypal account & a very nice thank you email for arranging to repair
his son's machine.

With both troops going on a one day hike, we didn't have much to do & went
swimming down at the cove before lunch for which we both wore our speedo
swimming trunks making for a rare sight as every young lad down there wore
shorts making us look out of place & the word 'Lifeguard' printed on the
back of my trunks certainly was noticed & after our swim we was invited to
the lifeguard hut for a cup of coffee & a biscuit, Christian wore a pair of
black trunks which certainly looked erotic on his form with its one inch
sides whereas my pair had deeper sides more befitting a person of my age &
their head lifeguard remarked.

"We watched you in the water & for an old one you're certainly a very fit
man, shame you don't live around here, we could do with someone like you."

"I'm here till the end of the week although I'm only a scout troop's driver
so I doubt if I'll be doing much with the troop."

"You're always welcome to spend some of your time down here, the lads would
love that."

Christian said jokingly. "Seems like you might have a date," which had me
giggling, as I looked around at the young teenage lifeguards my mind
wondered if any of them would be looking to play with their cocks with me.

We walked back to my tent & cooked our lunch after which we explored the
woods & soon found what we're looking for, an ideal spot for both of us to
spend the night under a well camouflaged basha under which we could both
have some more amazing sex together without being disturbed, this scout
camp was getting to be like those days from long ago.



Christian liked the idea of a sleepover under a basha, as we set it up I
explained to him how they were set up in a harbour area looking out from
its centre, I settled on a low profile flat basha which gave us all round
vision, fitted the mosquito net, camouflaged it up & set up our
groundsheets, sleeping bags & finally hanging the multi LED light off a
loop, we walked back to inspect our handiwork which impressed him as our
shelter for the night was very difficult to spot, I lit up the hexamine
cooker to boil up a mess tin of water for some coffee when I saw Patrick
approaching, he quickly spotted our basha & joined us with his day sack
carrying his sleeping bag & his British army basha kit, he immediately
snapped both our bashas together effectively doubling it in size with a
basha pole on two corners on his side with bungees pegged into the ground,
camouflaged his side up & laid out his bedding, OMG, I was now going to
have a sleepover with 2 very hot teens & Patrick is only 14, I shouldn't be
doing this although Christian soon put me at ease.

It wasn't long before both of them set to work fondling me, their
ministrations had me so worked up my cock was now the hardest its ever been
in a long time, when suddenly Patrick took it in his mouth & sucked on it
whilst massaging my nipples, like a young teen I shot a huge load into his
waiting mouth within a couple of minutes & he swallowed every drop before
he asked me to move aside whilst they both pounded their cocks into each
others boy pussies, with all this action going on I saw beads of
condensation formed inside the roof of our basha.

We laid there for ages in hugely satisfying afterglows in the very last of
the daylight although it was now dark inside the woods, both lads went a
few paces from the basha & emptied their holes of each others spunk before
we crept into our sleeping bags & I turned off the light, I started to
wonder if maybe Patrick schemed this whole thing up to get me here,
although satisfied my thoughts went out to James & betting that he was now
gagging to pound my pussy hole with his huge cock, I can't wait.

The following morning we quickly had to strike camp & return to our troops
for breakfast, Patrick & another boy were going on their overnight hike to
visit Greenway house near Galmpton, having done this hike with John from
the next town back then, I looked forward to going & shepherding them
along, I had them both check their kit & prepared for the walk, once again
we would be taking basha kits along together with army field rations which
my contact obtained for me, I did wonder why they chose Greenway house, I
learned later that it was a route which had been used for many years by
local troops on their overnight hikes & I would just go with the flow.

After breakfast we followed the cliff top paths to Torquay & on to Galmpton
taking the same route I took all those years ago, I brought along my
digital camera with spare SD cards whilst both lads had their smart phones,
the weather was hot & sunny necessitating frequent drinking stops, all we
wore was our tee shirts & shorts, Patrick wore a pair of loose fitting thin
nylon football shorts which showed the silhouette of his legs & the shape
of his brief underwear through the thin material whilst Matthew the second
lad wore loose fitting cargo shorts & a sleeveless top, my pack was my
elderly olive green Berghaus Crusader rucksack, adopted by the military
since the Falklands war in 1982 whilst both lads wore packs which were
popular with the cadets.

They both took turns with the map & compass impressing me with their
navigation skills, I've had to correct a few youngsters in my time & these
two were faultless, we sheltered under a large tree & ate our lunches,
again with Tuna & mayonnaise, that stores sergeant at the army barracks
seems to always give me field rations with tuna, not that any of us
complained, we all loved it & wish we could get our hands on more, easy
enough as there are enough shops where we could call in & buy a can or two
on route together with soft drinks, crisps &c.

We arrived at Greenway house which is now open to the public, as we were
expected we didn't have to pay for our admission, their task was to take a
number of photographs which I did as well, the gardens sloping down to the
River Dart were just as I remember them, this is the house where Agatha
Christie lived & was now a museum dedicated to the famous author, whilst
the lads looked around inside at the exhibits I talked with the supervisor
recounting my previous visit & joining Mrs. Christie for clotted cream tea
which is served here so I gave both lads a treat together with biscuits.

I went inside & took loads of photos of the exhibits before we left on our
way to the same spot beside the River Dart where we camped in the woods
underneath ponchos back then.



The lads buttoned their bashas together whilst I erected mine, I wanted to
give them their space together although we all teamed up for our evening
meal which we cooked on hexamine cookers, afterwards we went swimming in
the river & I made sure they didn't go out too far, looking at them both in
speedo trunks was a beautiful sight & erotic too, I felt my cock hardening
inside my trunks & at this stage I was unsure about Matthew, both lads were
the same age & size. I knew Patrick was OK, but to mess around with Matthew
could land me in a lot of trouble, it wasn't long before I found out that
he's OK or rather he found that I was OK when he ground his huge hard
speedo encased cock into mine with the lust of a possessed rapist, OMG this
boy was really hot with an insatiable appetite for sex, I would go so far
as to say that they both were & Matt was packing a large fat cock inside
his speedos.

We had a good swim in the river & I was pleased that both lads were very
strong swimmers, as there were people around I quietly asked them not to do
anything sexual, that could come later after dark, we went skinny dipping
which both lads found highly exhilarating, I loved watching their naked
forms in the water & they both had thick pubic bushes which were
highlighted against their skin, Matthew came up & hugged me whilst grinding
his rock hard cock into mine, I reckoned he must be packing a good eight
inches, I took hold of it & gave it a few strokes feeling its powerful
jerking which if I kept it up he would very quickly be shooting his spunk
into the water so I let go of it & he gave me a very passionate kiss
followed by Patrick doing the same before we exited the water & dried off.

Back at our camp site which was hidden from view Matthew wanted to pound
his cock into my pussy hole, he lubed us both up, opened my hole & slowly
pushed it in, his cock was really huge & it surprised me that he struggled
to push it in all the way, its constant jerking kept doing wonderful things
to my love button inside, I felt at least a couple of squirts inside me
which sent jolts of electricity through me as he fed me his love juices,
this boy squirts thin watery juices from his cock before he comes & he
certainly knew how to use his huge cock, I can only surmise that he has a
lot of experience already for his young age & like most teenagers he didn't
last long when I felt his huge cock expand before it blasted out several
huge jets of his warm spunk with powerful jerks inside me with a very
intensive orgasm which had him uttering a string of dirty expletives as it
triggered my cock to blast out its load onto the ground without me touching
it.

It was now Patrick's turn & his cock went straight in all the way to his
balls, he pounded into me like a possessed rapist unloading his spunk
inside me in seconds, we sat down in hugely satisfying afterglows with both
lads kissing & fondling me making my cock stay hard all the time with both
my balls & the tip of my cock tingling all the time as they kept up with
their ministrations when Patrick asked.

"Can we both camp with you on the island after camp?"

"Sure you can," this was going to lead onto some nights of passion with
these lads.

It wasn't enough for both teens to fuck me & after a while Matthew started
fucking Patrick, it was a sight & a half watching these two naked lads
pounding into each other, Matthew didn't last long at all when he uttered a
few grunts as his spunk jetted deep inside Patrick's boy pussy & they
swapped over with Patrick now pounding into his friend who shot out another
load from his huge cock as Patrick's spunk flooded into him without
touching his cock, they both sat down in their afterglows & lit up their
cigarettes whilst I made our nightcap of chicken soup, we sipped slowly on
the hot liquid before we all ejected spunk from our pussy holes & retired
for the night.

The following morning we ate a really good breakfast, washed ourselves in
the river, struck camp & started out on the return journey finally arriving
at the camp site for a late lunch, the hike certainly tired us out & we
spent the afternoon in our swimming trunks just lying on our groundsheets
with towels covering our eyes, it wasn't long before I fell asleep when
after about two hours I received a rude awakening when their youngest boy
threw a bucket of water over me, I quickly got up & chased the lad around
the camp site finally catching him & giving him a very light spanking which
made his young cock as hard as a nail.

We had to stop our high jinks as there was the evening meal to prepare, I
watched Trevor, their teenage assistant troop leader dressed only in a pair
of lightweight nylon running shorts chop up some logs with a felling axe,
the sight of his muscular suntanned body with beads of sweat triggered
lustful thoughts about him & my cock rapidly got hard inside my speedos
which he certainly noticed as his gaze locked onto me.

We ate our evening meal & the lads done the washing & drying up after which
both Trevor & I took a long shower where he obviously checked me out, owing
to his position with the troop he never touched any of his charges & the
next time I looked at him his cock was fully hard when he boldly asked me.

"Would you like to play with it & I'll keep quiet?"

I replied. "We can't do it here as someone might walk in on us, I might
suggest that we take a late night walk to the cove."

"You're on, tonight then."

As it was still a very warm evening I suggested that we both wear just an
athletic vest & swimming trunks, his eyes lit up with a huge smile as he
replied.

"I like your suggestion & I've also brought along my speedos which I've
never worn in front of the boys, it's a lovely idea."

We sneaked out to the cove long after it got dark wearing just thin nylon
running vests & speedos the sight of us wearing just that was highly erotic
making us look like we were wearing only underwear as we walked along the
path, we kept kissing & fondling each other like lovers with Trevor getting
very horny & full of lust with a huge erection inside his speedos heavily
leaking pre-cum & white watery juices into a huge wet spot, we kept
stopping & grinding our speedo encased cocks into each other as we fondled
& kissed, Trevor just couldn't last at all as his huge cock which had to be
the same size as Jim's only fatter, OMG, Trevor was definitely packing a
huge monster which twitched with powerful jerks when suddenly there was a
huge jerk as a deluge of spunk flooded through the material of his swimming
trunks followed by at least a dozen more gushing out through the material &
running down his leg leaving the front of his trunks drenched in spunk
which got all over the front of mine as well, he had shot the biggest load
I have seen in my life.

After we entered the sea we washed all the spunk out from our trunks & went
skinny dipping, Trevor found this to be highly exhilarating especially as
this was his first time & it didn't take long for his inhibitions towards
nudity to melt away or for his balls to recharge with more spunk, being
both excellent swimmers we must have swam out at least a half mile from the
cove, I had been out this distance before many years ago & it looked like
there was no tidal current taking us out, so playing it safe we swam back
to the cove.

We dried ourselves off before kissing, hugging & making passionate love to
each other by the wall whilst totally naked fuelling our rampant lust for
each other as the memories of the fantastic sex I had with John, on this
very spot came flooding back, of all the boys I messed around with, it was
him who gave me the best sex ever which continued after camp together with
skinny dipping in the Thames. He was so hot & even now I still see him as I
remember him in my dreams, he moved out to Australia two years after the
camp & we have kept in touch ever since, I swear that every time I opened
one of his letters & aerogrammes I could still smell his musky scent in the
room, it was so uncanny.

As Trevor's huge pole touched my pussy hole which he had already lubed &
opened up, jolts of electricity shot through me especially when a huge
squirt of his love juices gushed inside me which was pure heaven, he rested
his cock for a while which jerked & pulsed very powerfully doing wonderful
things to my love button making my cock feel like it was on the point of
cumming, he pounded in & out with gentle long strokes whilst massaging his
huge erect nipples, each time his cock went in to his balls it jerked
powerfully & expanded & when he came which didn't take him long at all,
each one of his gushes of warm spunk was huge taking at least 10 to 20
seconds between each one & he must have gushed at least a dozen times &
even when his balls were spent there was still a load more of his powerful
jerks from his cock to follow, sometimes he grunted at each gush, others he
was almost screaming with the pleasure of a hugely intense orgasm, & my
cock fired off a huge load all by itself onto the sand.

We just sat there looking out at the sea on this calm very warm night in a
fantastic afterglow & Trevor took out a tin & rolled up a cigarette, as
soon as I smelled its odour I knew immediately it was a joint, I hadn't
smoked in years not since I joined the army & Trevor passed it to me to try
a puff, it wasn't a strong joint & it had a nice calming effect on me
although it was the only puff I took, afterwards we both walked hand in
hand totally naked as far as the entrance of the camp site like a pair of
lovers kissing & cuddling each other with the remnants of spunk dripping
out of our cocks onto the path, we put on our vests & speedos, walked to my
tent & I fired up the military petrol stove for our night time hot drink.

I was soon joined by Christian who must have seen the blue light from the
stove, heard its hiss & smelled the coffee, we sat down talking to each
other whilst Trevor bade us goodnight & retired, after finishing our
coffee, Christian brought over his sleeping bag & joined me for a sleepover
in my tent with more amazing sex with his cock as he fed it inside my pussy
hole, I thought I was spent & his gentle pounding which done more amazing
things to my love button triggered me to blast out another load onto my
groundsheet as his cock fired gush after gush of spunk inside me, I had to
leave the tent & dump 2 huge loads of spunk quietly next to the hedge
before returning to my tent.

All too soon our summer camp(s) were both over & there was the drive back
to Reading to drop off the troop & their equipment where each one of the
boys gave me a huge kiss & a hug, I took the minibus to my house & parked
it on the drive, waiting for me inside was Jim who let himself in with his
key & had cooked a very nice curry for us, we sat on the couch eating out
of trays followed by sharing a can of beer whilst he switched on his
already connected elderly PS2 & started playing 'Grand theft auto, San
Andreas' later switching over to 'Need for speed, most wanted'. The phone
rang with Christian on the other end asking about the motorcycle parts, I
checked the mail & all the packages of spare parts were accounted for, I
gave Christian the good news & arranged to collect his machine the
following day.

I left Jim to play his games console whilst I read & answered all my
emails, then read through my mail until I saw a plain envelope & felt a key
inside, I called out.

"Jim, do you know anything about this envelope?"

"Sorry I forgot to tell you, Bill from the bike shop's dropped it around,
said something about wrecked threads in the cams or something, apparently
they can't fix it, something about the thread being deep inside the head."

I read Bill's note & it was a problem I had encountered before almost 20
years ago with the ASM's motorcycle, the machine in the garage was a Honda
CBX550F in pristine condition & well looked after by a highly valued
customer from the shop, one of the camshaft cap bolt threads had stripped,
it was a recessed thread required to be 60mm below the surface, the cam
cover &c was in a cardboard box on my bench together with the relevant
photostat pages from the 'Honda blue book' workshop manual,

The ASM had tasked his machine shop to make a copy of a 6mm helicoil insert
tap with a reduced diameter shaft, this tap was the key to repairing these
threads on the CBX550F together with the threaded insertion tool with a
depth setting collar which now resided in my roll cab, I set to work
carrying out the repair, reassembled the machine & started it up all the
time with Jim watching me closely with a lot of interest & he asked many
questions, I would deliver that machine first thing in the morning after
breakfast when the shop opened.

Meanwhile Jim had been waiting for this very moment with me, after
thoroughly washing my hands, we went to my bedroom, stripped off naked,
hugged & kissed each other like a pair of passionate lovers grinding both
our hard cocks into each other before I lubed Jim's pussy hole up, worked
it with my fingers, laid on the bed whilst he knelt down straddling me and
I fed my rampant cock into his pussy.

He rode up & down on my cock like a rider at a rodeo massaging his nipples
with the palms of his hands uttering dirty talk, all the time his huge rock
hard cock waved up & down with the motion of his body spewing his love
juices onto my stomach, sometimes his cock would erupt with a thin white
watery jet onto my breast & even hit my face, it didn't take long for the
teen's cock to shoot out several huge squirts of spunk in powerful jets
onto my breast & stomach, my face, the headboard & the pillow, he had shot
his biggest load of spunk to date & his pussy hole kept clenching onto my
cock triggering mine to flood his pussy hole with spunk in an orgasm which
was so intense I was kicking & thrashing around on my bed whilst Jim was
laughing his head off,

We laid on my double bed in a hugely satisfying afterglow whilst Jim lit up
a cigarette & smoked it whilst lying down, I turned on my radio to Classic
Gold which needed an antenna booster to receive the signal whilst we kissed
& fondled each other like a pair of lovers in an embrace which we now were
after which we both showered together which was a lovely experience for Jim
before our nightcap with slices of toast & then finally into my double bed
with both of us sleeping naked.

We both woke up with our cocks fully hard & Jim's had leaked loads of his
love juices out whilst he slept, we showered together & ate a full
breakfast after which I delivered the Honda back to the bike shop & was
given a lift back in his van. We went to Christian's place with Jim
navigating using my master A to Z atlas of London, Christian met us at the
door & we entered for a coffee & biscuits before loading his motorcycle in
the back & securing it with tie downs, both lads wore old track suit
bottoms & Christian hefted his small day rucksack (overnight bag) & his
riding gear into the back of the minibus & took the passenger seat whilst
Jim sat in one of the back seats for the drive back to Slough.

On arrival we unloaded the minibus & I wheeled the motorcycle into the
garage onto a hydraulic motorcycle lift, raised it, locked it in place with
the safety bar & drained the oil from both the engine's sump & filter
screen cap into a drain tray whilst we went to a local Chinese take away &
picked up our lunches which we ate in the living room.

Both lads worked like a well oiled machine dismantling it in preparation
for the removal of its engine, it surprised me that they both carried out
this task effectively till finally I pushed the machine into a corner &
commenced stripping the engine.

All of its parts were laid out neatly on the bench's top table on a large
piece of cardboard & I conducted a thorough examination of its internals, I
found everything to be in good condition apart from the main bearing behind
the timing gear, using the bearing puller I removed both the gear & both
bearings, fitted the new ones & the gear, washed all the engine parts in
the parts washer & blew everything dry with the air line, scraped off all
the old gasket material from the surfaces & touched them over with the oil
stone before finally reassembling the engine priming its components with an
oil can as I went & rechecked its settings.

Finally the engine was refitted into the motorcycle & once again both lads
worked well in reassembling the machine leaving Christian to start it up,
it fired up on the second kick & idled without any noises emanating from
the engine, it ran very sweetly & Christian beamed a huge smile as he
donned his crash helmet & took his machine for a ride around the block, he
returned with the engine still running sweetly, no oil leaks & a huge
smile, it was now ready for the return trip to London.

We washed & scrubbed our hands thoroughly, changed out of our grubby
clothes whilst I locked the garage, set the alarm & took both lads swimming
at the local Montem Leisure centre to be greeted at reception, asked if I
enjoyed my holiday & admitted for free, both lads swam in shorts wearing
goggles in the slow lane doing lengths whilst I admired Christian's neat
front crawl style.

There was a National pool lifeguard course in progress & their instructor
greeted me asking too if I enjoyed my holiday, I replied to her.

"Would you mind having a look at the blond one in the slow lane & see if
there's a place for him on the next course?"

"Sure," she watched him intently before replying. "He's good isn't he, is
he the one you've trained since he was a kid?"  .  .  .  "Yes he is," I
replied."

"Just book him in it at reception & I'll take it from there."

I thanked her, entered the water & swam my lengths, there are prominent 'No
diving' signs displayed on the walls & I have always adhered to them.

After exiting the pool & taking a long shower, I booked young James in for
his place on the pool lifeguard course which would also ensure his part
time employment & finally took the lads to the staff room at the back of
the building, made them both a coffee & said.

"Jim, this is the staff room, here is where you park your bicycle; it's
secured as the lock on this door & the exit are both on numbered
combination keypad locks."

There were several mountain bikes parked inside the room & we heard the
keypad being operated & a teenage lad in lifeguard uniform entered wheeling
in his mountain bike, placed his lunch box & drinks bottle in the fridge &
asked.

"Hi Tom, did you have a good holiday with the scouts?, you look like you've
brought a nice suntan with you."

"It was brilliant, they're a good bunch & I may be going again."

"You always were the outdoor type, that's what I like about you."

"This is Jim; he's booked on the next lifeguard course & should soon be
working with us."

"Good to meet you Jim, my names Matt, look forward to working with you."

We left the building by the back exit & I drove both lads home, they were
in high spirits having enjoyed themselves at the pool, Jim quickly switched
on the games console, set it up for two players on Grand theft auto, it
always makes me laugh when Carl Johnson, the character in the game says.

"You don't need this no more," and "I'll take that paper."

I cooked our evening meals watered down with a can of beer each & when
finished they continued playing the game which was getting both of them
highly excited so I left them to it & carried on with my emails where I
left off, I finished preparing my CV, wrote my covering letter & sent it
off to Langley college in the hope of becoming a motorcycle technical
training instructor.

After they both became bored with the game, I changed over the TV, switched
on its PC & passed the keyboard to Jim who loaded it onto you tube &
watched a number of videos before changing it to Google & punching in
Nifty.org, I saw it first & said.

"Jim, hold on a minute, there's a story there called Spitfire Summer", I
had taken Jim to quite a few air shows & it always thrilled him to bits
whenever he saw a spitfire so I guessed that this story was right up his
street, the first part of it was very descriptive about life in 1940 before
it got onto the part where a group of scouts on a hike climbed up to the
top of a hill when a spitfire passed low & close to the lads, that story
was so good I visualized both of us standing on that hill with the aircraft
passing close by, we all became enthralled by the story & in later sections
they had done exactly the same things as we did, I really wished I could
contact the author who was anonymous, whoever he was he certainly knew his
stuff about motorcycles.

With two very hot teenagers & a late hour now approaching it was time for
their shower, nightcap drink & bed, they both entered the living room
wearing only speedos & thin nylon running vests which gave them both a
highly erotic appearance, sat on the couch together to watch the late
movie, they drunk their coffees with a slice of toast each & passionately
embraced, fondled & kissed each other whilst rubbing each others speedo
encased cocks, Jim's huge cock constantly kept leaking his love juices into
his swimming trunks forming a huge wet patch which got even bigger as his
cock squirted his watery white love juices several times, Christian's cock
too also formed a wet patch on his swimming trunks which got even bigger
when his cock shot a single squirt of his love juices which was nowhere as
big as Jims, my rampant cock was throbbing & jerking away at the sight of
these two lover boys who were quite content for me to just sit there &
watch the movie although I couldn't resist looking at them from time to
time especially as both teens were so hot & they didn't hold back on their
dirty talk either.

It wasn't long before both teens snuggled up to each other totally naked,
both their cocks were now wet with flowing pre-cum & whilst fondling each
other Jims cock shot out another squirt of his love juices in a huge thin
squirt before Jim laid down on the couch & Christian straddled him lowering
himself onto Jims huge pole which shot another squirt of his love juiced as
soon as it touched the teens pussy hole, he pushed in his cock & Christian
rode the cock whilst massaging his nipples with pre-cum leaking out of his
cock & dripping onto Jim's stomach, the feelings built up rapidly as Jim's
cock expanded & blasted about a dozen huge squirts inside Christian with a
long time between each one giving Jim a torturously lengthy orgasm enhanced
by Christian's teen pussy clenching onto his cock as several blasts of
spunk erupted out of Christian's cock with each blast flying out several
feet without him ever touching his cock.

They both laid there on the couch in their blissful naked embrace with both
their cocks still jerking long after both of them were spent & their balls
kept on tingling for ages adding to their hugely satisfying afterglows, I
made them both another coffee & Christian rolled up a joint which they
shared between them, it was well after midnight when they both showered
together washing all the fluids off them before going to sleep in the
double bed whilst I set the alarm & slept in the spare room.

The following morning I looked in on them seeing that they were both still
fast asleep in a lovers embrace, during the night I washed both their vests
& trunks leaving them on the bed, as I made our breakfasts I heard them
stirring when they both entered the kitchen wearing only their vests &
trunks, both of them were still yawning as they sat down, we ate our
breakfasts, showered, dressed & Jim rode home on his mountain bike whilst
Christian donned his motorcycle gear & rode his motorcycle home.

I had the minibus to take back to Reading, I put my old Raleigh Outland
mountain bike in the back together with my camping & basha kit intending to
spend a night alone on the island, left the minibus at Trevor's house
pushing the key through the door as no one was in & rode to spend the
afternoon with Rick on his boat which he had moved to the riverbank near
the water sports centre thus making for a shorter ride, the boat ride was
at a very sedate laid back pace with a constant chug chug noise from the
single cylinder Petter's diesel engine back to his original mooring at 'The
Lynch' making for a pleasant boat trip, as we neared the island he took the
boat through the back water where we both saw a group of youngsters at the
swimming hole tree who gazed at the boat as we passed by before mooring the
boat on the island.

I walked with Rick to a clearing in the middle of the island only to see
another basha erected & was pleasantly surprised to see Trevor exit from
his basha wearing a pair of lycra cycling shorts which enhanced his bulge &
a sleeveless skin tight fitting nylon top, his nipples were making
prominent bulges in the material which showed off his pectorals nicely, we
buttoned both our bashas together into a classic bivouac tent shape, laid
down our groundsheets & bedding &c before joining Rick inside his boat for
lunch seeing all three of our mountain bikes lashed to the deck rails.

After lunch washed down with a glass of beer, Rick switched on his TV & his
DVD player, we watched several gay porn videos, all three of us now had
rock hard cocks & Trevor's huge pole was leaking his love juices copiously
through the material of his cycling shorts with the occasional huge gush
which flooded through the material onto his leg, within the confines of the
boat the scents of both his love juices & his musk was almost overpowering
sending Rick into a frenzy of lust.

They both instantly hugged each other grinding their hard cocks into each
other before rapidly throwing off their clothes with Trevor's teen pussy
hole about to receive Rick's invading pole when we heard footsteps on the
boat which had all of us frozen with surprise, as I was the only one
dressed I opened the door to see both Matthew & Patrick stood there soaking
wet & naked, they had both swam naked across to the boat & now two hot
teens were about to join in the orgy on board.

I dried both of them off before laying down on Rick's double bed at the
front of the boat whilst Matthew straddled me lowering himself onto my cock
as Patrick kissed, fondled, sucked on my nipples & massaged my feet as
Matthew rode my cock & within seconds his cock erupted with several jets of
cum blasting out of his cock, it was all over too quickly for the teen.

It was now Patrick's turn to lower himself onto my now rampant cock & ride
it for all he's worth, he too didn't last long either as jets of spunk flew
out of his cock as his teen pussy hole clenched onto mine taking me past
the point of no return & blasting my load deep inside the teen to be
followed by Rick's warm spunk flooding into Trevor when suddenly Trevor
screamed as huge gushes of spunk flew out of his cock with a tremendous
orgasm without ever touching his huge cock, his load was so huge it just
went everywhere.

We all had hugely satisfying afterglows & just relaxed as both boys lit up
a cigarette each whilst Trevor rolled a joint & shared it with Rick, the
aroma of the burnt hash became so overpowering within the confines of the
boat that Rick had to open all the windows to disperse the smells.

My phone rang & it was Jim on the other end, he had rode his mountain bike
with his camping kit & arrived at the river bank opposite Hallsmead ait, it
was about a quarter of a mile away on the Berkshire side, he had saved
himself a long ride through Sonning & onto Shiplake by turning off near the
bridge over the Kennet on the A4 to finally cross the field to the river
bank, I thought that was indeed a very clever bit of navigation on his
part.

Rick released the mooring lines, started up the engine & took the boat to
meet Jim, when we arrived he found that the boat couldn't get close enough
to the bank, Jim was going to have to wade in firstly carrying his rucksack
above his head & repeating the same move with his mountain bike, he quickly
stripped off & put on his speedos, threw his clothes into the ruckack,
waded across & passed me his bag, it was a more comical affair when he
suddenly lost his footing & both himself & his mountain bike plunged into
the Thames amidst roars of laughter, he passed us his mountain bike but
didn't board the boat, instead he swam away towards The Lynch.

We all watched Jim intently from the boat, his front crawl stroke was so
neat & efficient with a prominent bow wave coming off his head, his legs
pointed back with a small splash from his feet, his hands speared into the
water to exit by his hips, his buttocks moved slightly from left to right,
this teen was a perfect moving art form in the water, Rick went inside &
came out with his camera taking some photos of Jim swimming, pride welled
up strongly inside me at the sight of this beautiful youth in the water who
I had taught to swim, we all gazed at him as he presented a sight to
remember for our lifetimes.

My memories went back to the world cup year of 1966, both myself & John had
swam nearly two and a half miles in the famous Windsor Lock to Lock race,
John & myself were both14 at the time, we had become the best of pals since
the scout camp at Torquay the previous year & still are albeit by email to
the other side of the world. The Lock to Lock in my book is a seriously
long distance for any swimmer let alone two teenage schoolboys, yet even
after that distance John had beaten me by only a half body length, we had
both started from the lock gate at Boveney together, in a box at home is my
old photographs from those days which I must now show to Jim.

Matthew had the presence of mind to start the stopwatch on his wrist watch
& stopped it opposite the mooring on The Lynch & called out the time
saying.

"Jimbo, you took six minutes & twenty five seconds to complete the quarter
mile, he raised a hand up with a thumbs up with a huge smile on his face
whilst treading water, my pride in him welled up like a pot of water
boiling over & tears almost flooded my eyes, it was indeed a fast time for
the distance for someone who doesn't swim competitively, & certainly way
under the time limit for the National beach lifeguard qualification timed
swim which he can't take until he's 18, luckily the sports centre have
changed their training programme so that all their lifeguards now take
their Royal Life Saving Society bronze medallion as part of their training
for the pool lifeguard qualification thus breaking the mould , a number of
us are of the opinion that a teenager who is still attending school
studying for exams shouldn't really be studying & training for a pool
lifeguard qualification which has a course length of 44 hours, the same as
that of a UK private pilots licence & yet every year there are those who do
and are also successful with their exams & Jim is shortly about to start
his course.

Rick stopped the boat mid stream, put the engine into neutral to stop the
propeller & placed the hanging ladder onto the stern rail, Jim swam up to
the ladder & clambered on board, water ran off his hair as he brushed his
bangs back over his head, he was such a beautiful sight to watch his
perfectly sculptured form climb over the rails & stand on board looking
back at the course he had just taken, I dried him off & made him a mug of
coffee with chocolate digestives which disappeared so fast with his healthy
teenage appetite, once we docked, Jim followed us with his rucksack &
snapped his basha onto the others, the shelter now erected was huge to say
the least, what obviously would follow would amount to an orgy of sex under
that huge shelter.

With a whole group now here it became a matter of who cooks what for the
evening meal, with one petrol cooker, one small gas camping stove & 4
hexamine cookers that problem was overcome after deciding who eats what,
the meals ranged from curries, sausages & mash, peas, vegetables &c &c
watered down with tea or coffee, once again all the biscuits disappeared
into the teens bellies. Although an unusual arrangement we all had good
meals, washed up all the mess tins, cutlery & mugs & settled down to
listening to Rick's portable radio.

With the teens in high spirits the play wrestling soon started with lots of
chuckles & giggles from them followed by them taking all their clothes off
& diving off the swimming hole tree totally naked into the backwater whilst
Rick & I watched, the scene right before us was like a naturist camp,
everyone was confident with their bodies which looked beautiful in or out
of the water, with their constant cajoling for me to join them, it wasn't
long before I stripped off, stepped onto the tree trunk & dived in.

Once again the river had granted us the concession of enjoying it at its
best, it had bonded us all together in a place of beauty which is normally
the preserve of boats & campers, most of whom usually camp on the mainland,
this for me was a journey back to those happier times of my youth & after
almost half a century I was reliving it again with a group of beautiful
teens, I had given them the time I had giving them the most pleasant of
memories to take through their lives & they returned it with their love &
companionship,

My mobile phone rang & Rick took the call with Christian on the line, he
needed to get away for a while so I asked him to grab his rucksack &
mountain bike & take a train to Reading rather than come on his motorcycle,
in a way it broke up the party as we all had to dry off, get dressed &
board Rick's boat for the trip to Reading where I would wait outside the
station on my mountain bike after Rick docked the boat on the Thames path
at Reading bridge waiting for us, it looked as though we had plenty of time
except it would take the boat about one hour to reach the bridge.

Dusk had arrived as Rick started the engine & released the mooring ropes,
he fended off the boat with a pole from the bow before clambering along the
edge of the cabin to take the tiller & select forward motion, an ethereal
whine emanated from the gearbox as the propeller churned up the water with
the steady chug chug beat from the engine as the venerable Countess of
Clewer gracefully got under way at her own leisurely unhurried pace, I sat
at the bow with Rick's maglite torch as the forward eyes of the boat which
also had its navigation lights illuminated, a steady bow wave came off the
boat which only caused a minor ripple on the river banks, as the journey
progressed we smelled the familiar aroma of barbecue cooking which wasn't
long when we sighted a group of people in a garden who gave us a wave &
Rick replied with a blast from the countess's klaxon with its ah ooh gah
noise normally associated with vintage cars.

The countess berthed alongside the river bank near to the bridge & once the
vessel was moored, I rode to the front of the station to find Christian
waiting for me with a sorry look on his face seated on his bicycle, I
beckoned him to follow & his eyes lit up as his gaze locked onto the
countess & the rest of the group with a smile coming to his face, his
rucksack & mountain bike was loaded on board the countess as he boarded the
vessel for the leisurely return trip to the island.

Christian became fascinated by the boat with its nicely furnished interior,
its distinctive colour scheme which to him had the appearance of a floating
home away from home, the interior lighting was on a nice pleasing
brightness which is adjusted by a dimmer switch, a Smiths 8 day clock from
an old Bedford OB coach took a prominent position above the TV set & kept
very good time.

Christian clambered along the vessel's cabin & joined me at the bow looking
at the river trying to make out the features in the dark, as we arrived at
the island which we had to pass to enable Rick to turn the boat around
before finally docking at the island & mooring the boat securely.

It was a short walk by torchlight to the basha with Christian carrying his
rucksack & wheeling his mountain bike with its lights on along the narrow
track which had Himalayan balsam flowers growing on either side, these are
a beautiful looking flower plant with pink petals which grows to about five
or six feet and spreads by scattering seeds when the seed pod explodes,
fortunately Rick has kept the path clear, Christian parked his mountain
bike with the others & we set about joining his basha shelter sheet to the
others which formed a huge shelter with more than enough room for everyone
& their kit, the roof had garden twine tied to loops & onto tree branches &
looked like the quills of a porcupine, the shelter had been built to a
height of about three feet with its sides open all around, my multi LED
light hung from the centre & illuminated the entire interior, everyone's
groundsheets covered the entire floor area & their sleeping bags were in
place, even though it was almost pitch black in the clearing, the night air
was still warm & we set to making our nightcap drinks before retiring for
the night.

We awoke to the birdsong all around us remaining in our sleeping bags like
taking a Sunday morning lie in, Rick joined us after spending the night on
board his boat which is when we started to stir, soon the smell of burning
hexamine wafted all around the island as we cooked our breakfasts, we were
all low on rations & to stay another day entailed a shopping trip to either
Reading or Henley on Thames, we all decided to stay & chipped in money wise
for our food & drinks, Rick had found an old wire metal grate which he used
whenever he cooked with an open fire, he dug the fire pit well away from
the shelter as we were only too aware that a single spark from the fire
would burn a hole in the nylon material of our shelter sheets, having
brought his elderly Dixie out of retirement & cleaned it we set about using
it to cook a hotpot for our lunch on an open fire.

Rick had worked out the amounts of fresh vegetables, sausages, chicken
cutlets &c to buy on the shopping trip, the sausages would firstly have to
be cooked before they were sliced into discs & stirred into the Dixie, the
dish took a good two hours to cook, my memories of cooking on scout camp
came flooding back with the sight & smell of the Dixie making it a good
experience for all, finally Rick ladled out everyone's portions accurately
into our mess tins which we tucked into, this really was a delicious &
filling meal, especially for young teens followed by Rick boiling a large
saucepan of water and when boiled threw in several teabags, sugar & milk
before ladling the tea into our mugs,

Throughout Christian's visit his phone was turned off & it soon became
apparent why when his father rang me, I had to speak with him to get his
side of the story & called him over asking.

"Christian, your father's on the phone wanting to know where you are,
what's this all about?"

He burst out crying sobbing loudly & ran into the boat, I said to his
father.

"I think I bad better speak to you later, he's terribly upset about
something,"

"He deserves to be, I have just found out he's gay & turfed him out," I was
taken back by his tirade over the phone & had to think on my feet fast, the
first thing which came into my head was.

"Look, he's your son, he's just about to start out in life & you go & do
this to him,"

"I'll speak to you later," ended the call & turned the phone off, I had to
speak with Christian & fast, little did I know that that phone call would
start a chain of events which would be life changing for young Christian.

It took a long time for him to calm down especially with his bitter hatred
for his father, slowly the story came out of him, all he had done was to
watch gay porn at home, unfortunately there are some sites which will drop
viruses into computers & this is what happened, with his father being anti
gay, this didn't help matters, all I could do was to console him with he is
who he is and he could well be going through a passing phase in life, like
everyone else he has his needs.

I turned my phone back on & immediately his father was on the other end, I
tried to explain to him that all he did was look at porn sites but he
wasn't going to budge, the situation had become a stalemate, knowing that
absence can make the heart grow fonder I countered him with.

"He wants to collect his belongings & his motorcycle which he now wants to
sell and also for you to countersign his passport application form & his
Australian migration visa application, I trust that as a responsible parent
you will do this for your son," I heard the sound of someone crying when
the call suddenly ended.

Christian asked. "Why have you told that to my father?"

"If he believes that you really are going he may well change his mind, it's
one thing for a youngster to have to leave home yet remain nearby, quite
another when that youngster leaves home to go & live on the other side of
the world, especially when it entails air travel, allowing for time zones,
& knowing that you won't be living just down the road."

"It's a cruel trick to be playing on him but I'm happy to go along with the
charade."

"To start with it would be in your best interests to remain with Rick on
his boat, your father will probably come out looking for you & much as I
would love to have you staying with me, you'll be better off here."

I phoned John in Australia & explained the situation with Christian, he had
ran away from home to escape his father's brutality all those years ago and
actually managed to fly there without a ticket, he was looked after by a
benevolent policeman & his family, done really well in his school years,
went to university & has worked ever since for Qantas & is now their
director of engineering at Avalon near Melbourne, he always said to me that
he would be more than willing to sponsor a youngster who's become displaced
from his family and he got onto it right away starting with his application
for Vic Roads car & motorcycle learners permits, a good move which will
earn him brownie points at his interview as it shows initiative were he to
produce Australian licences at his interview.

I sent John an email from Rick's computer using his email & the email
traffic between us now started flowing to & fro, the following day we went
to Henley & picked up his passport form & rang the contact number for an
Australian visa application, within days the Vic roads licence forms
arrived & Christian got busy with all the form filling in his neat
handwriting, his father did drive down from London & once I had shown him
around the house he became satisfied that his son wasn't staying with me,
he became tearful asking me to let him know that he's safe if he ever came
to me, we did have a good long talk & I did express concerns especially
with the problems of youth unemployment that he could end up on the streets
when whatever money or possessions he has runs out, it was at this point
when he asked me.

"He wants to emigrate to Australia, I reckon someone may have put him up to
this," with glazed eyes.

I thought about it for a while whilst I showed him the youth work
qualification certificates framed on the wall which he gazed at with lots
of interest before saying.

"You really are truly an angel, I see here that you're someone who really
cares about youngsters, keep up the good work."

I replied. "He may go, he may not, whatever he's done, you have brought him
into this world, he needs the support & guidance which only an elder can
give, he's about to strike out in the world and as I see it, provided he
has that support from you there will always be family contact in the
future, if you ostracize him now, he'll just get on that aircraft without
ever saying goodbye, wouldn't it be better if he went on a more favourable
footing?"

He cried for a while before he dried his eyes out & said.

"I could call the police & report him as a missing person."

"You could do that although if he's legally attained the age whereby he can
leave home, if he doesn't wish to return, all the police can do is ask him,
otherwise they can only report that he's safe & should he give his consent,
pass on his address."

"It's got to be better than nothing I suppose."

"I would suggest that in the first instance you send him a text and an
email and wait for a reply before you call the cops," he said his goodbyes
and drove back home, so far the ploy had worked.

I drove to Rick's to go over the events so far with Christian & he too had
a good long think, knowing that John would be as good as his word in
sponsoring him if ever the need arose, Christian too had done his homework
& made up his mind to go, I wanted him to be sure about this and asked him
to turn on his phone which he did when his text message alert sounded,
there were several from friends of his and the one from his father, I
pointed out.

"You really ought to send him a reply just to let him know you're safe and
well."

Christian thought about it & finally sent the message, further
communications gradually healed the rift & with the arrival of the pre
dated licences and the completion & countersigning of the forms, it became
a wait for the interview.

Jim attended the pool lifeguard course & passed with flying colours
securing his place as a part time leisure attendant once again making me
proud, I booked Christian on the next course & he moved in with me so he
could ride there on his mountain bike, he too passed with flying colours &
became a part timer working alongside Jim thus making his parents proud of
having passed one of life's tests with flying colours.

Time definitely was not on Christian's side, emails which I received from
John confirmed that the Qantas heavy engineering facility at Avalon was due
to close down, he would no doubt come away with a good settlement, his
superannuation & an early retirement if he wanted it, he certainly could
retire comfortably if he wanted to, he reckons the bosses now hate him &
want him out of the way simply because he has been rigorously trying to
defend his workers jobs, the sponsorship forms I received are signed by
John & bear the Qantas heavy engineering rubber stamp (which he eventually
liberated and kept as a souvenir) he's hoping to get this completed before
Avalon's final demise & the media finding out.

The other issue which has cropped up is of course university placements,
the closing dates for applications has passed, John's plan is to place
Christian in the sixth form at Werribee secondary college which is about
five miles from his house at Seabrook, it certainly took some doing to have
the teen's application fast tracked in time for the start of the academic
year & producing his driving licences with the Seabrook address certainly
helped, with his medical & police clearances done, he successfully got his
visa, & booked onto a Qantas A380 flight to Melbourne,

It was a sad & proud day for his parents at London's Heathrow airport when
we saw Christian off, his leaving & being sponsored by a fine upstanding
pillar of the community together with his further education leading onto a
fine career in aeronautical engineering was simply a pipe dream for the
teen and with his family unable to fund tuition fees & youth unemployment
rife, his life was wasted before he even started, his life did indeed
change the day his father first rang me, the sex we had between us was not
out of pure lust for a teen, but of the loving bond that developed between
us & I know in my heart that he'll be happy with John at Seabrook in
Australia.

Rick had a very nice sexual experience with a boy from Shiplake College,
the field opposite the swimming hole tree is their sports field, a dark
blond haired boy of about 13 always hid as the rest of them left at the end
of their games period, it started with him walking along the path opposite
wearing only a black pair of speedo swimming trunks, he always stopped
opposite and gazed at Rick before walking further along the river &
swimming, he was indeed a very good swimmer & Rick enjoyed watching him in
the water, it was on such a day when Rick was inside his boat after he
briefly watched the lad swim that he heard the sound of footsteps followed
by a knock on the door to find the soaking wet youngster stood outside
asking.

"Please mister, may I have a hot drink to warm me up as I'm cold," he let
him in & gave him a towel to dry himself when he asked. "You wouldn't mind
if I wring my trunks out before I sit down?" when he suddenly took off his
trunks & wrung them out in the sink before he could even answer.

Stood in front of him was this beautiful naked teenage youngster sporting a
nice cock for his age with a dark blond pubic bush, he made him a thick hot
chocolate which he slowly sipped whilst sat there & his cock became hard
with him sporting a sheepish grin when he started stroking it right in
front of him fuelling Rick's lust for this youngster when he boldly asked.

"I want you to do me," as he took Rick's hand to his cock, Rick gave him a
good wank before putting the youngsters cock in his mouth whilst massaging
his erect nipples to be rewarded with a few squirts of his boy spunk, he
quickly thanked him, put his trunks back on, walked onto the swimming hole
tree & dived in, swam to the other side, dressed in his sports kit & walked
smartly back to the school.

I was with Rick in his boat a week later when we both watched the youngster
hide from the rest of his group, again he walked along the path as we
watched in only his swimming trunks & went swimming, we sat down inside the
boat for a cup of tea when we heard his footsteps & knocked on the door,
this time he stood there totally naked with his trunks in his hand.

He quickly entered the boat, went straight to the sink & wrung his trunks
out before taking a towel, drying himself off & sitting down, the sight of
this naked youngster fuelled my lust as I stood him up & fondled him, he
immediately started to grind his rapidly hardening cock into me which got
me rock hard instantly, I threw my clothes off, positioned him over the
bench, lubed him up & prepared his boy pussy for my invading cock taking
great care as I pushed it inside him & left it there, its throbbing &
jerking must have done wonderful things to his love button as his cock
began leaking a watery white liquid onto the bench as it pulsed with his
heartbeat, he didn't even last a few seconds as I began to pound slowly
into him when suddenly several jets of his boy spunk flew out of his cock
as his pussy hole clenched onto mine taking me over the edge as gush after
gush of spunk flooded deep inside him as he cooed at his orgasm.

He went to the toilet as I asked him & dumped my spunk down the pan before
he put on his swimming trunks, thanked me, quickly left the boat, swam to
the other side, dressed into his sports kit & ran all the way back to the
school, that was the last we saw him until the following summer.

We had our last entire group camp on the island with Christian, Jim,
Trevor, Matt & Patrick, we met them at Reading station with our mountain
bikes & rode to Rick's waiting boat moored on the riverbank near Reading
bridge, it was now late September & we were experiencing lovely weather in
what's known as an Indian summer, as the mooring lines were released,
Christian became fascinated by the sights & sounds on this reach of the
river as his eyes scanned the beautiful scenery, this trip was tinged with
some sadness as his departure was now imminent & Rick strove to make his
trip on the Countess of Clewer a memorable one by navigating the vessel at
its slowest possible speed all the way with the Petters diesel engine just
ticking over until he halted the countess in mid stream by Hallsmead ait,
we wanted Christian, Jim & Trevor to swim the quarter of a mile & waited
for them to change into swimming trunks & goggles, I had set up to video
the whole event & send John a copy of the disc.

The three teens came out of the cabin in high spirits wearing their
speedos, shook hands, dived into the Thames & when they surfaced all
shouted derogatory comments about the water for the camera, on my signal
they each swam a very neat efficient front crawl stroke & kept together as
a trio, Christian would always be easily recognized in the movie as he wore
a pair of the Australian national team speedos which John had sent him
whilst Jim wore black & Trevor wore royal blue, Christian wore a red
swimming cap with a picture of Count Dracula with the wording 'My coach
wants blood', Jim wore a red & yellow quartered lifeguard cap & Trevor wore
no cap,

Throughout the distance they kept together & crossed the line together
swimming breast stroke & finally treading water waiting to board the
countess by the ladder which hung off the stern rails, once again I watched
the beautiful sight of three teens clambering back on board before Rick
docked the countess at 'The Lynch'.

Once again he lit the fire in the fire pit & we set to preparing another
Dixie of hot pot, this time it contained some rabbit, wood pigeon &
pheasant meat as well as chopped up sausages and diced beef burgers with
mixed vegetables, this was going to be another two hour slow cook, we set
to buttoning our basha shelter sheets together, erecting our huge basha,
laying out our groundsheets & bedding before finally boarding the countess
& ferried onto the mainland for a group mountain bike ride along the
riverside footpaths as we all felt that we wanted this to be Christian's
best camp out ever.

The ride was quite eventful & it seemed as though the English countryside
was showing its best on this fine autumn day, we saw pheasants, Canada
geese, rabbits, wood pigeons & even deer on the ride before we finally
arrived & boarded the countess for the ferry ride onto The Lynch and
finally parking our mountain bikes near our encampment,

The hot pot was ready as were the eagerly waiting group of teens; Rick had
emptied a whole bottle of red wine into the dish and seasoned it well
making it the best hot pot I've ever had, once again he carefully ladled
our portions into our mess tins before boiling up his large saucepan for
our tea, this time he used condensed milk & sweetened it with a small jar
of honey which totally transformed the drink which we had with chocolate
biscuits, once again this would become our night when we chose our partners
for more amazing sex between ourselves & we would once again swim naked in
the river with the temperature starting to plunge signaling the start of
its winter cycle yet still warm enough to swim in, the large full moon
lighting our bodies with its pleasing glow of light making our skin shine
showing off our pubic bushes, every one of us looked like a form of fine
art in the water, it was a night we didn't want to end, we wanted this very
special night to be Christian's night, a night so special so as to take the
lasting memory of this night on our island across the seas which drew to a
close with us sat around the pleasing glow & warmth of the camp fire.

we worked together & performed skits, sung the old camp fire songs, told
ghost stories and ended with Rick becoming the master of ceremonies
thanking the spirits of the fire for such a wonderful occasion & blessing
us by splashing water from the saucepan with a brush the same way as a
priest blesses with holy water before it was finally boiled for our
nightcap hot drinks and ourselves finally retiring.

 

After breakfast the following morning, each one of us scooped a teaspoon of
ashes from the fire uttering a prayer for its spirit of the occasion to
travel onto the next one in the best traditions of the scout movement, we
had filled an old round small tobacco tin which Rick finally closed tightly
& passed it to Christian which traveled in his hand luggage on board the
A380.

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