Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2018 12:59:40 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Schoolboy lifeguard 5

This is entirely a work of fiction and all the named characters are
fictitious and any relation to persons living or dead is purely
unintentional.

This story is set around the start of the Second World War and thereafter
based around the experiences of a typical British secondary schoolboy
living in Southern England who's on a quest to work hard saving up money
towards his passage to Melbourne, Australia to live with his uncle and aunt
during the early part of the Second World War to escape the bombing. These
are his adventures.

Schoolboy lifeguard part five.

AKA, The boy in the red bathing suit.

Chapter five, The winter bites.

The new year of 1940 started cold and frosty when we returned back to
school seeing everywhere coated with white frost. It was so cold that I
slept in the same room with my parents. Dad would sometimes light a bonfire
from whatever wood he could find to heat up some rocks then scoop them up
into an old galvanized bucket with a shovel and take that to the bedroom to
stand in the bedroom's fireplace on a sheet of asbestos whilst mum made up
the hot water bottles but this only kept the chill away which allowed us to
fall asleep and afterwards I draped the tarpaulin over their bed to give
them some extra insulation making a blanket bedroll with the second
tarpaulin to wake up the following morning to a freezing cold house whereby
the only respite from the cold was the heat from the range in the kitchen.

Mum, god bless her soul would be up before us to light the range cooker and
warm up a bucket of water for our morning wash whilst also cooking our
breakfasts. Dad washed and shaved first as he was working followed by mum
and lastly me thankful for the smell of carbolic soap on ourselves
afterwards.

The younger boys were taking a run up and sliding along a track of ice on
the playground that first morning. This is made by a succession of boys
sliding along the ice which melts and rapidly refreezes forming a length of
track like a skating rink which boys run up to and using their body inertia
to slide along the track in their shoes. Sometimes an occasional boy may
slip and fall over whilst on the slide and an unwary boy could easily slip
and fall over by just walking along or even just stepping onto the ice
track when all of a sudden the air was split asunder with the sounds of gas
rattles and football referees whistles seeing the sight of teachers all
wearing gas masks with the headmaster timing the whole event with the
school's stop watch.

Most boys were quick on the uptake in putting on their gas masks and I
helped a few younger boys put theirs on when the headmaster blew a football
referee's whistle and called everyone to our first morning assembly in the
school hall whilst the caretaker was out there shoveling ashes onto the ice
track.

Prior to the outbreak of war, it was only the first year boys who wore
short trousers as required by the school's dress code and now with the
start of the new Spring term a lot of boys right through all year groups
were wearing them. This was a sight previously unseen or unheard of the
previous year and came about in order to save cloth which also applied to
girls as well with news filtering through about them wearing shorter school
uniform skirts.

Dylan still wore his long trousers to school but I could see he also wore a
suspender belt under his trousers which can only mean he also wore
stockings even though I could see he also wore socks as well in order to
keep his feet and legs warm when I began wondering if I could see them then
who else has? I couldn't visualize him wearing them on days when we had P E
or games otherwise everyone in the form would quickly learn of his secret.

Butter, sugar, bacon and ham were the first things to go on ration and once
your shops were selected you jolly well had to keep using them, it's the
old saying. `You made your choice now stick to it.' The sugar ration also
included jam and honey and the portions were meager, milk was also rationed
to three pints per person per week or you took a tin of National dried milk
instead to last three weeks which in my case I also received a free third
of a pint at school. I became used to using it as it was easier to get hold
of then but the Holy Grail was tea with Fussels condensed milk, trouble
with that stuff is it was very sweet with kids trying to spoon out what
leftovers there were stuck inside the tin.

Working at the newspaper depot was restricted to deliveries to newsagents
and my paper round owing to the season. I felt a great emptiness at
receiving smaller wage packets equal to the rest of the boys with the
holiday caravan park closed for the winter plus there was a new sight on
the roads with cars now fitted with wooden boxes on the roof containing
town gas as fuel for the cars as petrol was now in short supply and
rationed and the local council began painting white lines along the side of
every road so drivers could see the edge of the road during the blackout to
minimize accidents owing to vehicles now fitted with masked headlights.

I did read somewhere that it takes 85 gallons of petrol to refuel a
spitfire but at least I could go swimming at the Slough Community Centre's
heated indoor swimming pool which is contained inside what resembles a
factory building at weekends.

I started going there shortly after the local open air pool closed for the
year on Sunday mornings which entailed a bike ride of about six miles just
to get there and locking the bike up securely, paying my money and swimming
lengths in the 100 foot by 30 foot pool with a three foot shallow end and
seven foot six inches at the deep end when after a few visits I was offered
a book of tickets and allowed to park my bike in their boiler and plant
room making it more secure.

I also noticed one of their lifeguards certainly noticed me swimming and
when the subject of my Bronze Medallion came up in conversation, he was
definitely all ears. I took him for being a talent scout or something when
he left to be replaced by an Irish teenage girl called Vicky.

She definitely kept a close eye on me during my swim and when the lifeguard
came back out he brought Joe the superintendent with him who flagged me out
of the water and asked if I would like to work for him.

I was over the moon to be offered this job and I snapped it up, at least it
was six hours alternating between Saturdays and Sundays from eight in the
morning so landing that one together with my paper round and poaching
certainly went a long way to boosting my post office account.

Joe was certainly a sly bugger if ever there was one; for starters his
office was packed right out with goods like a shop with cigarettes, tins of
tobacco &c.  By now I was desperate for air rifle pellets now that they
were in short supply, I asked Joe.

"Can you get me some air rifle pellets and I want some three eights ball
bearings as well."

At first he looked at me wide eyed then asked. "How many do you want?"

"I'll take two thousand pellets and a couple of pounds of ball bearings."

He reached into a cabinet and produced four tins of air rifle pellets with
an entirely different item altogether then asked.

"Why do you want so many? I froze for some moments then replied.

"I need them for shooting rats for a local farmer," of course the game was
up straight away as the second item he produced certainly surprised me when
he said.

"You are a lad who lives near the countryside, no one ever asks anyone for
four tins of air rifle pellets without a reason and this here is a three
eights ball bullet mould for casting your own shot from scrap lead. You
obviously do a lot of shooting and therefore supply persons with rabbits
which tells me that you're a poacher."

Joe had sprang me good and proper, but I needed these like there's no
tomorrow and asked him to keep this a secret before paying him for the
goods.

This was definitely not the weather for any form of sex outdoors
restricting us to sleepovers but old Peepynose had a really good idea for
keeping a tent warm during the night when we camped in the orchard. This
entailed him heating rocks over a fire then kicking them into a hole dug
into the ground with my shelter tent pitched over it at one end with both
ends blocked off with our groundsheets which certainly kept the chill away
by raising the temperature inside the tent whilst I slept together with
John crossways in a double blanket bedroll at the other end.

I heated up a can of soup on the Blackies Tommy's cooker and served it into
our enameled mugs which we ate with spoons followed by eating a measure of
raisins. The light inside the tent was provided by both our small night
light candle lanterns aided by our torches which added poignancy to the
saying of dining by candlelight.

At this time of year it's fully dark after five pm and we were certainly
getting a taste of what Scott must have experienced during his Antarctic
expedition and yet we were quite cozy. John also managed to scrounge some
ends of candles from the church which also provided more light and adding
to the warmth as we read our books.

Outside was very quiet with little or no wind so we were expecting another
frosty night and before we got into bed we gave each other a good wank and
once we tucked into our double bedroll wearing our wooly hats we
passionately fondled, caressed and kissed each other finally tucking into a
lover's embrace and fell asleep.

Next morning we woke up to a carpet of snow on the ground which explains
why we were so warm during the night. All the candles had burnt out and the
rocks had now cooled to a warm touch, without any light the interior of the
tent during the night was as black as sin.

I lit up my Blackies Tommy's cooker whilst John mixed the porridge throwing
in the last of the raisins and some honey which I brought in a sandwich
paste jar leaving enough for our morning mugs of tea. Washing and drying up
came as an afterthought simply because we would do this when we got home.

On reflection our overnight camp right in the middle of winter was an
adventure which I would have thought both our troops and our parents would
take a very dim view of, nevertheless it was a good experience and we
packed everything away inside the tent before striking camp and shaking the
snow off both tarpaulins and groundsheets before folding and rolling them
up. We finally arrived at our homes to leave the canvas out to dry in the
sheds which was later brought inside to finally dry then packed away.

The following week Dylan, John and I had an amazing threesome with
Mr. Breedlove insofar as to say that three naked teens with a man in his
fifties certainly made for a hot steamy night and if there's one thing he's
good at it's sucking our cocks, every time he does it he has us kicking,
screaming and writhing on his bed. Normally it feels good when your cock is
shooting spunk but when he sucks you off, those feelings are so intense it
makes a pre-teen's dry orgasm feel like child's play which I can only
describe it as a form of torture.

I also noticed something else about him one morning in class when I
couldn't see his limp sausage dangling down his trouser leg any more with a
huge bulge there instead. I thought he may be wearing different underwear
and yet his arse looked bigger for some unknown reason whenever I watched
him writing on the blackboard with a piece of chalk. It was when he bent
down to pick up a piece of chalk which broke whilst he was writing on the
blackboard that I saw the straps lines in the seat of his trousers which
explained it. Those straps were obviously supporting his globes thereby
accentuating his bottom and I knew there was only one garment which could
do that. Mr. Breedlove was wearing a jock strap.

I brought the bullet mould into school and arranged for Mr. Woodcock the
metalwork teacher to cast me some lead balls offering to pay him some money
for his services. Normally whenever boys make something in either woodwork
or metalwork, they have to pay for the material costs of the objects they
made.

Having watched him casting a woodworking tool's body in aluminium the
previous year I knew he was the right man for the job except he knew a lot
about guns, enough to tell me that what I brought him was an old bullet
mould for muzzle loading firearms. At first he refused to cast them and I
went home to fetch my catapult to show him and when he saw it and drew the
bands back to test their strength, he made me come clean about being a
poacher.

I was over the moon at having found someone reliable to cast my bullets
helped by him having tons of the stuff doing nothing and compared to scrap
yard prices he was making money from me with the occasional brace of
pheasants and the odd partridge thrown in to prove my sincerity with both
of us sworn to secrecy.

One issue which he easily overcame was the coke required for the forge
which had to be taken from the boiler house stocks at night and therefore
he could only cast me small batches of bullets until he made a larger
bullet mould.

I have been working for Joe at the community centre's pool since the local
open air pool closed for the year when he called me into his office after a
month had passed by. Every time I went in there his stocks were always
changing and he swore me to absolute secrecy threatening to instantly sack
me if we were found out when he said.

"I have a number of clients who come here wanting boys for special visits
which I control," he produced a photo album containing photos of boys all
wearing their school uniforms labeled `Swimming club.' It looked innocent
enough as it's normal practice for swimmers who attend school to be dressed
in their school uniforms when receiving prizes at county level swimming
galas except these were his boys who he pimped out.

"I noticed that you have an unmistakably large bulge in your swimsuit which
some of my clients have also remarked about and they want you, so what do
you say?"

I had to make an instant decision and if I made the wrong one its goodbye
to my days working here right there and then, besides, who's going to
believe the words from a disgraced sacked teenage lifeguard against a
pillar of the local community?

I was in but not without stipulating a condition. I was using my bicycle a
lot and I'm now down to my last pair of tyres and I wanted a regular supply
just to keep my Raleigh on the road plus I also wanted a supply of paraffin
for my bicycle lamps, all of which would have to come from the black market
and yet these items were easy for Joe to get so I was in.

Although Joe usually showed the photo album to prospective clients to
select one of his boys, occasionally he would arrange for a boy to come in
who would change into a very skimpy black pair of silk swim briefs and ask
him to swim a few lengths more as a demonstration swim under the pretext of
conducting a pool test which was more intended to display the boy flesh on
offer and when Joe saw me wearing my red swimsuit, he measured me up and
ordered the same skimpy silk swim briefs made in a bright red colour and
when I performed my demonstration swim in front of my first client right in
the middle of a working shift, I wore those skimpy red swim briefs in the
pool and definitely saw I met with his approval especially when those
briefs contained my package in a huge bulge with my pubic hair exposed
above the waistband and outside the V shaped front plus he also gave me
another two pairs.

I was collected after work one Sunday and driven in a luxurious Bentley car
to a large Georgian house on the outskirts of Windsor with a large spacious
garden when the driver parked the car inside a huge brick built garage
large enough to park several cars inside thinking.

`Who is this person who can drive around in such a car when petrol is
rationed, he has to be someone important,' when I noticed a petrol bowser
trailer parked in the corner thinking.

`Where the hell did he get that from?'

These are not the sort of questions to ask someone like that. I was led
upstairs into his palatial bedroom to see a very handsome looking blond
haired man with a muscular physique of around thirty with steely blue eyes
sat on a four poster bed wearing only a pair of navy blue shorts when he
beckoned me to sit beside him.

This man watched me swim in the pool the previous week wearing those red
silk swim briefs and obviously liked what he saw. We talked for a bit
whilst his hands lovingly caressed my legs until he reached my rock hard
cock when he said.

"Joe's certainly sent me a good one, what's your name sonny?"

"Tom Fullbrick except all my friends calls me fullprick."

"I see, judging from what I'm feeling, I would say you certainly live up to
your name, shall I strip you naked and then we'll get into bed together."

I was now in between the luxurious silk sheets of the most luxurious bed in
my whole life and my huge cock was also bigger than his by at least an inch
plus he gave me the most sensual caresses with his hands whilst I began
sucking on his nipples making him moan and uttering loud sighs when I
ducked under the sheets and gave his cock a good sucking pressing his
perineum and fondling his balls when he exploded into my mouth and being
under the sheets this was the first time I swallowed a man's spunk even
though it wasn't a particularly large load making me wonder if he could
take one of mine?

He pulled back the covers beckoning me to lie on his back when he knelt
across me straddling my stomach facing my head then lowered himself onto my
cock which slid inside his rear hole with ease as he was already greased up
then started riding me bucking bronco fashion telling me to pinch and twist
my nipples between thumb and forefinger alternating with rubbing my nipples
in a circular motion with my thumbs whilst the rest of my fingers slid on
my stomach in a scratching motion which most certainly excited powerful
tingling sensations inside my balls aided by his muscles inside his bottom
squeezing my cock. There was no way I was able to last with this man and he
knew it as I felt my orgasm build up to a shattering crescendo with what
must be at least ten huge jets of my spunk jetting inside his bowels making
him moan like a bitch and when he did get off me I licked as much as I
could from his hole and gave him a spunk laden tongue kiss followed by him
kneading my almost girly breasts the same way he would be doing it to a
woman and sucking on my huge nipples which excited me enough to go again.

This felt truly amazing and I experienced what it must be like for a woman
to have her breasts caressed, this was something I really enjoyed having
done whilst giving as good as he was giving me when he greased up my rear
hole and gave me the fucking of my life. OMG this man really pounded into
me like a jack hammer whilst I was bent over the bed supporting myself with
my hands and that bed which must weigh at least a ton was shaking like hell
when he finally unloaded his spunk into my rear hole whilst my huge cock
shot loads of spunk everywhere by itself, most of which landed on the bed
when at last my hour was finally up, he said.

"Tell Joe, you're the best boy he's sent me and I want to use you again,
now I have a little proposition for you. There's a Harley Street doctor who
can supply pills which will have you making milk just like your mum, what
do you say?"

This floored me like a knockout blow especially as I have never even heard
of it or even thought it was possible for boys to make milk?

The lady two doors down from me had a baby a few months ago and she was
right behind me in church when her breasts leaked milk through her dress
making large wet patches before she left in a hurry. If I agreed to take
his pills and the same thing happened to me in school, there's just no way
I could ever lived that down and I replied.

"I would love to give it a try but I am at school which is certainly no
place to have leaking breasts so I have to say no thank you."

I got dressed to leave when he tipped me with ten pounds saying.

If you agree to take these pills and make milk for me, the next time I will
tip you fifty pounds each time."

That certainly got my undivided attention when I thought.

`This was serious shit, a boy making milk, was it even possible? And who do
I ask? I daren't trust Joe as the client is his. I know, I'll ask
Mr. Breedlove'.

He drove me back to the pool in his car and during the ride the remnants of
our spunk were leaking both out of my cock and my rear hole into my
underpants and now facing a ride home on my bike with spunk laden
underpants.

Next evening I rode round to his house after arranging it with him by
secretly passing him a note. He let me into the living room and made tea. I
saw the papers he was marking on his writing bureau which he was in the
midst of when I sat down and recounted about the swimming pool and Joe's
client ending with.

"This man wants me to take pills to make milk," A look of horror came to
his face whilst he composed himself then said.

"Tom, I know you are one of the best students in your year group and what
we have going between us always has to remain a secret. This man wants you
for his own evil ends and to him money is no object, especially if he is
prepared to pay you that sort of money. The trouble is people like him are
above the law, I would very strongly advise you not to take those pills as
who knows what the effects are. In a few months time you'll be leaving on a
ship and we cannot have you going on board with girls breasts leaking milk
into your shirt under your blazer, can we, I will think of something, leave
it with me."

He then began lovingly caressing me as he slowly stripped me naked when his
eyes almost popped out of his head seeing me wearing those skimpy silk swim
briefs instead of my underpants tented out by my huge erection with pre-cum
flowing through the large wet spot which he licked giving him a good taste
of my cock's love juices when he untied the cord, lowered the waistband and
sucked me off to a shattering orgasm as huge jets of my spunk gushed into
his mouth and swallowing the lot as well as sucking any remnants left in my
cock saying.

"Yum yum," and tapped me on the bottom before asking me to get dressed.

I rode away from his house in a far better frame of mind having learned a
valuable lesson.

Some weeks later, the local paper's headlines read. `Rent boy ring smashed,
perpetrators arrested,' I read the article naming Joe who also headed a
black market ring. There was no mention of the man in Windsor which proved
Mr. Breedlove was right all along.

I arrived at the start of my Saturday shift to see Vicky, a sixteen year
old red haired Irish girl now in charge and most of Joe's gear gone, she
sat me down and said.

"Tom, what Joe's been up to has badly tarnished the reputation of this
facility resulting in a loss of a number of our good customers along with
two of my lifeguards, it's now my job to put things right and I am short of
lifeguards, do you know anyone who I can start".

There's a boy in my class who's been evacuated from London, I think it's
worth giving him a go but he hasn't taken his Bronze Medallion even though
he's a good swimmer, his name's Dylan."

"That's no problem, I can train him up over a weekend and have him examined
on a Sunday evening, seeing as he's your friend I must ask you to partner
for him, will you do that for me?"

"Of course I will," She took out a lifesaving manual from her desk and
passed it to me asking. "He must study this book and I'll see you both here
at nine am on Saturday morning, don't worry about Sunday as I'll have a
local boy scout cover your shift."

I called at Dylan's grandparent's house giving him the book with the good
news when he planted me with loads of hugs and kisses inviting me in for
tea into a house lit by candle stubs scrounged from the church.

Their larder was like `Old Mother Hubbard's cupboard' and the tea I drank
practically tasted like dishwater which told me she was re-using tea
leaves. Dylan gave me an apologetic look without saying anything, he didn't
need to as both his grandparents were senior citizens trying to make ends
meet and having to look after a boy they could ill afford despite having
his child allowance and ration books, I said to him.

"Look, I'll go and bag you some rabbits, pheasants, partridges or whatever
I can get you as you deserve much better than this and it won't cost you a
penny plus Old Peepynose will dig out a few vegetables from the farm for
you, how's that?"

"Oh Tom, its people like you this country really needs."

I left their house feeling sorry for him and chewing things over in my
mind. Although he's settling in well at school I sense that because he's
far from home living with an old couple becoming increasingly infirm in a
house which looks as though it hasn't been cleaned for years with the poor
boy getting the rough end of the stick. It isn't just some meat they want
for their table, its wood for their fire to keep them warm which is getting
harder to find. The following morning I asked to see the headmaster after
school.

I entered his study at the appointed time explaining Dylan's home situation
and thrashing out a plan. My plans were to use the troop's trek cart to
bring back a regular supply of wood from Cookham to keep their home fires
burning on our school off days. John would ask the Catholic church for
candle stubs to provide light, I would be using my skills to hunt game for
their table and the speed which it happened was a surprise as the Catholic
troop with their trek cart joined in with our troop carrying flags and
torches at the front to use in poor light whilst a red paraffin road lamp
hung from the tailboards of both trek carts which was loaded to the
gunwhales with wood assisted by Old Peepynose who also gave us a brace of
pheasants and a bag of vegetables for them adding to the three partridges I
shot earlier at the corporation dump during my off school day.

Scouts from both troops began cleaning the house alternating between troops
and even Dylan got stuck in whilst the catholic priest sorted through their
junk putting saleable items up for sale. Our troop leader located a few
folding ex Swiss army candle lanterns and blankets from an army surplus
shop in Slough which he negotiated a price thereby adding an element of
safety instead of naked candle flames and even the school's metalwork
master done a brilliant job of cleaning out their range cooker whilst a
local chimney sweep dealt with both the flue and the chimney. It was a good
job we all pulled together with his grandparent's health improving with
better meals having taught Dylan cooking and when the time came round for
his home inspection, it passed with flying colours.

Vicky spent the weekend at the pool training Dylan for his Bronze Medallion
with myself partnering for him as a body. Thankfully the school supplied us
with track suits to wear during the dry training sessions whilst he wore
his school P E shorts and T shirt for the timed swim and tow test requiring
him to swim a whole length, turn round and pick me up at the halfway point
on the second length when he would have to defend himself against me
grabbing him then tow me with a cross chest tow for the remaining one and a
half lengths during which I would struggle like hell and he would have to
restrain me. The time limit for this part of the test is four and a half
minutes.

The first time Dylan towed me with a cross chest tow after I showed him how
it's done bearing in mind we were wearing only our black silk square cut
swimsuits. His left hand was across my chest cupping my girly right breast
teasing my thimble sized nipple. This immediately had not only my balls
tingling with pleasure; my cock was fully hard inside my swimsuit which she
no doubt saw judging by the wetness I could see on her shorts doubtless
caused by her leaking pussy plus I got a whiff of her pussy scents and her
nipples were seriously tenting out her tee shirt. There was no doubting
this girl hat the hots for us watching a pair of half naked teenagers swim
in her pool.

During the weekend Vicky put him through several timed tests and thankfully
his times improved with each one despite him calling it a lung buster. This
part of the test is strictly pass or fail whereas the rest of the rest is
more or less a display of competence and when it came time for his exam he
sailed through.

After what he went through recently with his grandparents, passing his
Bronze Medallion just weeks shy of his fourteenth birthday gave him a huge
confidence boost adding another Bronze Medallion holder to our troop's
ranks and working as a part time lifeguard with me.

I had the task of clearing out Joe's desk after the council men came and
cleared most of his black market stocks from both the office and the plant
room. I checked through all the papers, most of which were invoices and
checked them against the ledger of suppliers and found one, a supplier of
swimwear in London which wasn't in the ledger thinking. `This is odd,' and
put it aside.

I continued searching through the drawers finding mainly junk although
there was a large Acme Thunderer referee's whistle with a leather lanyard
which I took out and gave to Dylan as he was out on poolside.

In the bottom draw I found a leather loose leaf binder of Duke Size pages
(7 x 5 ½ inches) plus his swimming club folder whilst Vicky found his
stash of those red and black skimpy silk swim briefs. She took one out of
the box and looked at it with a disgusted look saying.

"I'm not having my lifeguards swim in here wearing this trash in front of
the public, go and put them in the dustbin right now please and after
you've done that, please sort out the lost property for me."

"Right away miss."

I done as she asked putting the clear outs from Joe's old desk into the bin
first followed by the box of skimpy swim briefs then went onto sorting out
the lost property when I spotted an old ex army large pack which I
immediately bagged for myself.

It looked as though these clothes have been here years judging by the few
haversacks containing towels and swimsuits which stank and were mouldy
which I left outside in the bin and with my hour up I had to relieve Dylan
from poolside whilst he had his lunch and smoke.

When I came off poolside for lunch and a smoke relieved by the local Boy
Scout, I looked through the plant room when I became attracted to an odd
looking walking stick leaning against the far corner coated with dust.

Curiosity got the better of me when I picked it up and immediately realized
it certainly was heavy for a walking stick when I saw a brass tip on the
end which came off in my hand revealing a stout walled tube when a long rod
fell out of the tube. It was stood on a box and when I opened that, it
contained all the other parts which were fitted onto the stout end of the
tube and what looked like a folding gun stock. It didn't take me long to
realize this was an old walking stick muzzle loading poacher's gun and now
I had to spirit it away from here so I took it and hid it round the back
near where the bikes are parked.

My thinking was `I could walk anywhere with this and no one would know what
it was as to all intents and purposes it is a good likeness of a walking
stick. I would have to assemble it whenever I came near to where I wanted
to fire it.

I surmised this had to be Joe's gun but it looks like he hasn't used it in
years and if and when he does come out of prison, he'll come out only to
learn that the council cleared all his gear out by which time I'll be
thousands of miles away from here.

I emptied all the silk swim briefs into the large pack with the brochure
from the company which made them and Joe's loose leaf book. I glanced
through the photo album marked `Swimming club' and saw the Boy Scout's
photo inside wearing his school uniform with his bronze Boy Scouts lapel
badge on his blazer so I packed that into the large pack with the intention
of destroying it and seeing his photo in there tells me he's definitely one
of Joe's boys and I know he'll be up for sex.

I had already worked a number of stints with Jim, a fifteen year old with
dirty blond hair with a face pocked marked with acne, it was during a tea
break I gave him a cigarette which he smoked and asked him about Joe's
boys.

He replied. "Shame about him as it was a good way of making money but
that's all gone now, I saw your photo in the folder and guessed you must
love sex, tell you the truth, I could use a good wank right now."

"Finish your fag and come with me to the bike shed, I'll give you something
a lot better."

I led him past the bike shed and went to the back of a large wooden shed
close to a long fence bordering the edge of gardens with large shrubs
blocking the view from the houses when Jim dropped his shorts revealing his
black pair of those silk swim briefs which told me that Joe has been giving
them out to all his boys and he has previously swam wearing them under his
shorts and now his huge rock hard teenage cock was seriously tenting them
out. He was packing nine inches with a two inch shaft and an enormous bulb
shaped head split in two by an elongated piss slit which I could barely fit
into my mouth, this boy was bigger than me.

I tongued the head of his cock whilst massaging his nipples under his tee
short when he came in seconds blasting such a huge load, I took some of it
and pulled away having been gagged whilst his cock kept shooting spunk all
over my face and into my hair thinking he must have shot at least fifteen
squirts.

I licked his cock clean so he could raid the lost property in the bin and
return with a towel to wipe all his spunk from my head which I hand washed
in the shower before leaving it draped over the lifeguard chair to dry.

When we finished work, we exchanged addresses and arranged a sleepover.

I told him about my makeshift tent and how its erected with both tarpaulins
with the ends blocked off with groundsheets using groundsheet capes under
our bedrolls but the idea of sleeping in a tent right in the middle of
winter with hot rocks inside a hole at one end he found hard to believe and
yet he agreed to give it a try albeit on his terms.

I was just about to ride home with a large pack full of gear with the
walking stick gun tied to the crossbar of my bike when a war department BSA
500cc side valve motorcycle ridden by a military despatch rider pulled up
then asked

"Are you Thomas Fullbrick?"  .  .  .  . "Yes, I am."

"Here's a package for you, sign this," as he pased me a document folder, I
signed for the package and he rode away.

I opened it to see a letter instructing me to sleep over with Jim and
twenty quid. The package also contained a set of printed instrctions and a
large bottle of those pills from Harley Street. I was now in right over my
head.

The letter also stated that I was to leave the loose leaf book, the
swimming club photos, the brochure and all the swim briefs at the back of
the shed and when I looked the despatch rider was parked some distance away
pointing a pistol at me. Fortunately the parts for the gun were in my
pocket so I simply emptied out the large pack and rode home.

End of chapter five.