Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2018 12:04:35 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Schoolboy lifeguard part 7

Schoolboy lifeguard 7

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
to escape the bombing. These are his adventures.

Schoolboy lifeguard part seven.

AKA, The boy in the red bathing suit.

Chapter seven, Voyage across the miles.

The M S Victoria is an American ship of the Virginia America Line, she's an
American ship built in the 1920's which looks huge, like a floating hotel
at more than 500 feet long with two funnels. They are busy loading the ship
with cargo and mail and there's now a load of Polish soldiers on board
bound for Singapore. Close by is the famous Royal Liver building standing
over 300 foot high with its 25 foot diameter clocks and the famous Liver
Birds on top of the building watching over the city? There must be over 400
kids on board this ship and there's so much food which the kids are
scoffing greedily especially after existing on meager rations.

There's a ginger haired boy of fourteen called Bernie billeted with me in
my cabin from the east end of London who I've briefly met whose all alone
like me. I am hoping he too will perform in bed.

I have seen a few smartly dressed teenage bell boys on board and one has
already taken my eye, perhaps some time during the voyage we'll be sinking
our cocks into each others holes.

The morning's peace was disturbed by gunfire all around and kids were
panicking in fear of an air raid. I must admit it did scare the hell out of
me until a sailor told me it was the anti aircraft defences having their
practice.

The ship left around dusk in line as a convoy, there was no cheering crowds
waving hands & calling out farewells and no sounding of the ship's whistle
as she just slipped away into the night towards the Mersey Estuary and our
last sighting of England. A country which had nurtured me for fourteen
years of my life with wonderful experiences, adventures, friends &c in
those heady days of peace and now there was great uncertainty as to whether
I'll be seeing my friends and family again or even returning home? England
is such a beautiful country with lush countryside, woodlands, rivers and
streams, quaint villages which look untouched by time and here am I stood
on this ship wondering if it will ever be the same again. These thoughts
were tearing my very soul apart and I even thought of just stripping off
and diving into the sea, swim to shore and hand myself in to the police as
at least I would be back together with my parents and Dylan come what
may. If this was homesickness, it was a curse which hit very hard indeed
and I was just about to do it when a sailor stopped me and all he said was.

"If you want to dive in and swim to shore, go right ahead, I won't stop you
but when you do land on a beach you'll either be shot or blown to
smithereens by a mine, if you want to live boy, go and get dressed."

I went to the dining room asking for a mug of hot cocoa and sat down slowly
drinking it before turning in for the night and slept as soon as my head
hit the pillow.

It wasn't long before I woke up hearing Bernie, my cabin mate crying into
his pillow, I knew very well what the poor sod was going through and I got
up from my bunk and held his hand when he got out of his bunk and hugged me
hard whilst crying.

We were required to wear pyjamas on board ship which was one of their
regulations as there were girls on board as well. At least you were
sensibly dressed if you went to the heads (toilets) at night.

Bernie soon calmed down and we began telling each other about our lives. I
had brought along some magazines Uncle sent me from Australia which Bernie
flicked through with a lot of interest, especially in the knowledge that a
far better place awaited us at the other side of the world.

After breakfast we weren't allowed back in our cabins until 11.30 am. That
first morning the ship rode the Atlantic swells with ease even though she
was positioned right in the middle of the convoy escorted by Royal Navy
destroyers steaming at ten knots, the speed of the slowest cargo ships. The
Victoria could easily cruise at over twenty knots powered by her powerful
three Parsons steam turbines driving three propellers like the RMS Titanic,
despite being the hare amongst the tortoises, she was a sitting duck
waiting for a German torpedo to slam into her at any second of the day or
night.

We were given a guided tour of the ship including the engine room with her
gigantic boilers feeding those huge turbines; she was certainly a
powerhouse also capable of generating enough electricity to run a
town. Already a veteran of numerous transatlantic crossings, she would
certainly challenge the tyranny of distance with ease.

I stood Bernie right on top of the bows of the ship that morning holding
his arms out just like a child playing at being an aeroplane with the
breeze in his face saying.

"Bernie, this is just like flying," those moments to him were truly magical
as he beamed out. "I'm the king of the world," before he came down from
there beaming a truly happy smile before hugging me powerfully thanking me
and gave me a prolonged kiss when I felt his erect cock inside his short
trousers against my own short trousers. I knew from that moment onwards we
became the best of pals as though we were meant to be? Memories of Dylan
were fading into my deepest thoughts now as I knew Bernie was about to
become my new lover as we walked hand in hand to the dining room for a mug
of tea to warm us up after being half frozen by the breeze. For some
unknown reason I fished into my blazer pockets and found something there, I
took it out to see what it was when I saw it and gasped. There was an even
larger bottle of those pills from Harley Street in each pocket and when I
thought about it, I last wore my blazer at The Bath Club in London. I took
two pills and drank a large glass of water intending to prime my breasts
again.

Lifeboat drills were practiced a lot and often without warning, whatever
you were doing at the time you had to stop and rush to your muster station
and from there you were ushered into your designated lifeboat.

We played deck sports and lots of boys wanted to play football but the
likely result of that was the ball being suddenly blown by the wind into
the sea. The ship became a floating school during the day for the younger
children whilst those of my age who would be entering our fourth year (Year
10) attended revision periods (On reflection, we were being prepared for
our school exams and the start of our fourth year in February of the
following year)

The next night Bernie slept in his bed totally naked and when I woke the
following morning to shake him awake by ripping the covers off him. There
he was totally stark naked with his six inch cock fully hard grinning at
me. I realized he wanted this moment to happen and quickly homed in on his
cock with my mouth whilst teasing his nipples making him squirm and giggle
whilst humping into my face rewarding me with his load of spunk in
seconds. I sucked him gently as I didn't want him screaming blue murder in
the cabin owing to a tremendous crashing orgasm thereby attracting someone
thinking he's in distress when my breasts which became engorged during the
night began dripping milk which Bernie certainly noticed in astonishment
uttering.

"Oh my god, look at your breasts, they're like a girl's and how on earth
can a boy make milk, there must be something wrong with you?"

I replied. "The doctors know all about it which is why I'm prescribed these
pills, my teacher reckons it's a gift from god because one day I may have
to feed someone in distress whose very life and soul depends on what's
contained inside my balloons." When Bernie burst out giggling uttering.

"Balloons, what a silly name for your tits."

"Oh don't worry as the doctors have had me tested and I am told it is very
nourishing indeed and safe to drink."

"That can't be right, only women make milk to feed their babies, I remember
mum telling me that's how she fed me when I was little."

"The doctor told me that mother nature makes sure that no baby ever enters
the world hating the stuff otherwise that poor mite will die, go on, try
it, be a shame to waste it especially as it's so precious."

"I never thought of it like that, oh well, here goes."

Bernie cautiously inched his mouth towards my right tit whilst I lovingly
cradled his head and drew a small amount into his mouth just to taste it
when he blurted out. "This stuffs really delicious, its so creamy, look
mate, what you're carrying must be worth a few bob," then he continued
nursing from both breasts mewling in sexual delight with both our cocks
rapidly becoming erect and shooting off their spunk loads all by themselves
when Bernie beamed out.

"That was really amazing, we must do this again."

"Bernie, there is something I must insist on. What just happened between us
no one must ever know, this really has to be kept a secret otherwise my
life won't be worth living. The world is not yet ready for a boy who makes
milk and I doubt if it ever will be in our lifetimes so button it."

We washed and brushed up and went for breakfast in the dining room where we
were served substantial full English breakfasts and you could ask for
second helpings as well. I met the bell boy attending the large tea urn who
poured me a mug and sugared it saying quietly.

"I'll meet you at your cabin at 12.30."

The older kids of thirteen or fourteen were now chaperoning groups of
younger kids, we became like school prefects or monitors albeit with a
student teacher's or child minding role which the girls were well suited to
but for us boys, keeping boys in check at first became a nightmare. Most of
the time we just accompanied them to either their activities or lessons now
that the ship's routines became established rather like a boarding school.

The bell boy was waiting outside my cabin when I guessed that he obviously
knew that I had a 12 noon lunch sitting and Bernie's lunch sitting wasn't
until one p m. I had primed my breasts at breakfast time and although they
were full fortunately they were still contained within my silk vest, shirt
and blazer although my silk vest was exciting my huge nipples whenever my
breasts jiggled and bounced whilst walking. Once inside the locked cabin,
he went straight into a passionate tongue kiss and began groin humping my
already rock hard cock when his hand went up the leg of my short trousers
feeling the smooth silk of my red silk swim briefs with approval to be
rewarded with a hot jet of pre-cum wetting his hand.

Like a well rehearsed valet, he sensually stripped me naked gasping at the
size of my huge teen boy's man sized cock and gazing with astonishment at
my almost ample breasts with their huge nipples the size of thimbles poking
out obscenely erect when he said.

"The first time I saw you wearing your shirt I knew I had to have you, my
name's Jack, I'm fifteen and I already know yours, you'll have to excuse me
as since this war started there's no more rich passengers to have sex
with."

It was at that point I felt those lovely feelings inside my breasts which
began leaking their heavily hormone laced elixir dripping out from my
nipples when Jack saw this and begged me to nurse him. I lovingly held his
head whilst he was mewling like a child drinking my heavenly tasting elixir
whilst his already hard seven inch cock became like a rod of iron spewing
out pre-cum.

When he finished drinking my precious life nourishing elixir he lubed up my
rear hole beckoning me to bend over the bunk, he sank his cock balls deep
inside my hole and began thrusting away shooting his large load of hot
spunk inside me in seconds, now it was my turn and this time he would be
taking my larger cock into the bargain.

I lubed up both my huge cock and his hole then slowly pushed it right into
his hole which surprisingly went straight in, I immediately knew he's
already been taking loads of cocks up there and lovingly thrust into him
whilst massaging my huge nipples with the palms of my hands and this boy
wanted me to give it to him hard which he certainly got from me. It took me
about five minutes and when I came, I really must have cum for England as
my load was so huge. I certainly gave him a mother load of spunk which he
reckoned was the biggest ever load he's taken to date and he was uttering
loud sighs as it filled him right up and leaked back out past my cock, he
also shot another smaller load without touching his cock, fortunately I had
spread a towel over the bed which was due for the laundry to catch his
spunk.

We both emptied the spunk out of our holes down the toilet and sucked out
any remaining spunk from each others cocks then got dressed and left my
cabin just as Bernie was walking down the corridor to the cabin. Jack
certainly had a smile of deep satisfaction on his face as we returned to
our duties after lunch. He did mention that my milk tasted deliciously
creamy and I knew he's going to want some more pretty soon.

More than a week passed by without incident when the ship was ordered to go
in a hard circle owing to the likely presence of German U boats until we
arrived at Freetown in Sierra Leone where we spent a day in port taking on
more provisions and coal for the next leg of our journey to Cape Town,
South Africa. The ship was in the tropics and entering the doldrums where
the fiery heat of the sun heats up the atmosphere causing low
pressure. There were days when the sea was like a millpond without so much
as a ripple with spectacularly violent thunderstorms at night. The heat
during the day was like a furnace and we were glad to be standing on deck
in just our swimsuits being washed by the warm rain pouring onto our bodies
thoroughly soaking us.

One source of entertainment was watching the soldiers having target
practice from the stern mostly firing a few rounds from their rifles and
all the kids cheered loudly whenever they were firing the .303" Bren
machine gun and especially when they fired their Boyes .55" anti tank
rifles which made one hell of a loud bang.

One of the poles had a different rifle which was fitted with telescopic
sights who we learned was a sniper who fired at the targets from much
further away.

We celebrated the ship passing through the equator by a single blast from
the ship's whistle which was the only time it was heard throughout the
voyage. The ship was steaming almost flat out during the day taking a zig
zag course and there were lookouts posted watching out for other ships and
we heard that there were German raiding ships about. At night the whole
ship was blacked out and had also slowed down.

One hot steamy night I stood at the ship's stern during a spectacularly
violent thunderstorm wearing only my square cut red silk swimsuit as warm
rain poured down from the heavens, its warming caress on my body was like
taking a luxurious shower talking to Tomak, a blond haired seventeen year
old Polish soldier who like me wore only his black skimpy silk bathing suit
and spoke perfect English. We were the only ones stood there enjoying the
storm's warming caress which felt awesome on my breasts which were becoming
engorged with milk as the rainwater excited my nipples sending those lovely
feelings straight to my balls with a huge erection tenting out my already
soaked swimsuit, my cock was so hard the foreskin peeled back by itself
with the warm wet silk exciting the head of my huge cock added to by
raindrops falling on my cock. I sneaked a look at Tomak's bulge and he too
was also rock hard and sex starved into the bargain. What started as a
passionate kiss and hug quickly developed into full blown lovemaking when
he began humping into my groin? His chest was pressed against my breasts
with my hardened nipples poking into him which really excited my breasts so
much I felt those awesome feelings when they began leaking warm milk onto
his chest which he certainly felt. His hands lovingly felt and caressed my
breasts when he felt them becoming bathed in warm milk which he licked off,
as soon as he tasted my morsels his mouth homed in onto a breast very
quickly receiving a delicious mouthful into the bargain whilst my other
breast leaked, he sucked very hard and I had to ask him to be more gentle
and thankfully he soon got the hang on how to nurse from me. I became
overloaded with wonderful orgasmic feelings from both breasts which excited
my balls and it wasn't long before I was flooding my swimsuit with gushes
of hot spunk. Tomak too was so worked up he also flooded his swimsuit with
spunk.

We just simply held the front of our swimsuits open and just let the rain
wash the spunk from them.

Tomak was billeted down in the steerage compartment deep in the bowels of
the ship which is like a communal male dormitory and out of bounds to us
kids so I gave him my cabin number and arranged a sleepover with both of us
in my bunk.

Tomak arrived at our cabin and no sooner had he entered to see two naked
fourteen year old English schoolboys with hard cocks to give him the time
of his life. We both lovingly stripped him naked and began fondling him
with loving caresses and passionately kissing each other. I laid across the
bunk so Tomak could bend over and nurse off my engorged breasts whilst
Bernie lubed up his cock and rear hole pushing his cock right in to his
balls pistoning in and out of him whilst I scooped up his leaking pre-cum
and licked it off my hand alternating by slowly wanking his rock hard cock
a few strokes at a time. Bernie flooded his rear hole with spunk after
about a couple of minutes when they changed over with Bernie nursing off my
breasts and Tomak pounding his cock into him filling him with a huge load
of spunk. Now it was my turn to take Tomak's cock inside my hole and this
time he took longer to blow his load inside me which was another huge one
as he filled me right up. We changed over and I lubed up my cock and plowed
it into his hole which was satisfyingly tight. I plowed into him with slow
strokes so as to last longer despite those lovely orgasmic feelings in both
my rear hole and my leaking breasts which I thought he had thoroughly
drained even though Bernie was right behind me caressing my still leaking
nipples and when I came, the orgasm was so intense I was seeing stars as
more breast milk leaked from my nipples whilst shooting a huge mother load
of spunk into him making him gasp and mewl with pleasure.

Bernie and I took turns sleeping the rest of the night with Tomak in our
bunks until my travel alarm clock went off. We all woke up with leaking
rock hard cocks when they both nursed off my breasts for their morning milk
before washing, dressing and our breakfasts. I can only guess how Tomak
explained his absence from his army mates down in steerage?

As the ship neared the South African coast, we were escorted by a destroyer
into Cape Town and every kid on board became highly excited about our
impending shore leave.

It was at Cape Town that I received Dylan's air letter which he posted from
Liverpool after I left. I felt highly elated to be holding his treasured
letter and carefully opened it with my penknife. The war had dealt him a
bad hand as the Germans had bombed London killing both his parents with a
direct hit on their house followed by his grandfather being hospitalized
after a stroke making him a priority case for overseas shipment. He wrote
the last part of his letter in high spirits saying.

"I'm about to leave on a really lovely ship called the `City of Benares'
looking forward to meeting you in Melbourne after arriving on another ship.

I was overjoyed at the news contained within his letter until I read a
newspaper telling that the Germans had sunk the `City of Benares' with loss
of life, OMG, either Dylan has gone down with the ship or is missing at
sea, I cried hard for ages that day.

During our visit to Cape Town, we visited Government House where the local
WVS were there presenting us with gifts and books for the older kids before
the ship departed for Bombay in India, we were warned there was definitely
German raiding ships in the Indian Ocean and the Polish soldiers added to
the ship's lookouts and they were armed at all times. The Bren gun was
always at the ready, day or night as was the sniper rifle and the two Boyes
.55" anti tank rifles which I doubt would knock a hole in a ship although
their sergeant assured us that a well placed shot at a ship's bridge would
certainly give them a bad day.

After leaving Bombay the next stop was Colombo in Ceylon. Another destroyer
escorted us to Colombo which gave us the feeling of security even though
nothing happened and yet we practiced more lifeboat drills which by now we
got down to a fine art. The sun shone really hot and strong and during my
free time I lay on the deck wearing only my square cut silk swimming trunks
getting a really healthy suntan whereas Bernie who had fair skin got sun
burnt and had to see the ship's nurse. He came back plastered in calamine
lotion wearing his tee shirt and shorts saying. "You really do look like a
girl with your tits lying there."

A number of other boys had also said the same and by now I had used up the
first bottle of pills and started on the second taking just one each
morning. Although my breasts had shrunk they still gave up a small measure
of my sweet elixir just enough to give either Bernie or someone else a
taste.

Jack had spent the previous night in our cabin where all three of us fucked
each other senseless and sucked off each others spunk into our mouths with
poor Jack gagging on my load and swearing blind that my cock had grown
bigger. Even during nights where we didn't have sex I must have had
countless wet dreams waking up with a huge load of spunk inside my black
silk swim briefs which I washed out in the sink the morning after with
carbolic soap. Sleeping on my back certainly excited my nipples which poked
into and rubbed against the sheet and I loved playing with them in the
final moments before sleep with my rock hard cock straining and leaking
into my silk swim briefs and I also noticed Bernie doing the same,
especially as he was now sporting breast buds.

After leaving Colombo we had a peaceful voyage to Singapore where we
watched the Polish soldiers disembark, Tomak gave me a lovely smile and
blew me kisses, thankfully there were girls close by and I expect his mates
thought the kisses were intended for them, in any case they waved the
soldiers goodbye leaving me wondering if any of them were lucky enough to
have shagged any of the older girls? That's when Victoria, a shapely
brunette haired girl with busty breasts who celebrated her fifteenth
birthday on board spoke to me saying.

"A little birdie tells me that you have milky tits, is that true?" I turned
to face her when she exclaimed. "So it is true, I can see two wet areas
where they've leaked into your shirt."

I was well and truly busted and gave her a cheeky reply saying.

"I bet you're mouth's watering begging me for a taste."

"Oh my, you really are a saucy brat," then she whispered into my ear.

"I would really love a taste, just to see if it's as good as what I've
heard."

I gave her my cabin number saying. "See you in five minutes," and walked
away.

No sooner had I entered my cabin there was a knock on the door, I opened it
to see Victoria outside and quickly ushered her in, thankfully the coast
was clear when I locked the door. Owing to the heat, she wore her school
uniform blouse and skirt with black silk stockings, her large breasts
certainly filled out her blouse tented out by her large nipples when we
quickly fell into a lover's embrace and kissed passionately with her giving
me a tongue kiss.

I felt my breasts becoming engorged with an imminent let down as we hugged
each other hard with our chests pressed hard together when milk leaked out
through my shirt wetting her blouse with my rock hard cock becoming hugely
erect leaking pre-cum into my red silk swim suit under my short trousers.

Within seconds we both stripped naked when she latched onto a breast and
started suckling my sweet creamy morsel mewling and humming as my elixir
flowed into her mouth whilst I fed and pushed my rock hard leaking cock
inside her tight leaking vagina as she uttered a hum of approval and began
talking really dirty saying in a changed voice.

"My oh my, you're cock's so huge, give me your spunk, feed me your milk you
sex starved boy." She began scissoring her thighs clenching her vaginal
muscles onto my cock whilst she greedily drank my sweet creamy heavily
hormone laced elixir when she shuddered as her first orgasm racked through
her flooding my groin with her gushing fluids as I pistoned my cock in and
out of her, it wasn't long before she had another gushing orgasm and this
time some breast milk leaked out of her nipples which I felt and asked her.

"You just made milk."

"Oh that, my cabin partner's been sucking my breasts right throughout the
voyage and now she's brought on my milk."

"I'm going to love tasting yours," then I latched onto her breast only to
get one mouthful of her delicious creamy tasting breast milk as she had
another gushing orgasm when I felt those lovely orgasmic feelings in my
heavily laden balls rapidly build up with the head of my cock becoming
overcome by a highly intense sensitivity when a huge rush of spunk flooded
inside her making her gasp out loud with a wide eyed expression followed by
a succession of huge jets of spunk gushing powerfully inside her and
leaking back out past my cock. I knew there and then I had shot my biggest
load of spunk to date.

We quickly used a towel from the laundry basket to wipe ourselves with and
got dressed. I checked the coast was clear and sent her on her way walking
away blowing me a kiss with a huge smile of satisfaction on her face with
her vagina load of our fluids leaking into her panties whereas my cock was
still leaking gobs of remaining spunk into my silk swimsuit for ages
afterwards wetting my short trousers leaving my cock tingling for ages
afterwards.

A number of passengers boarded the ship which caused mayhem as loads of
younger boys were moved down into steerage to free up cabins for passengers
with us older boys spending a night on a rota system with them to keep them
in check and I copped the first night at sea. I made up my satchel as an
overnight bag and left it on the bunk I decided to claim as mine only to
find it moved to another bunk later that evening. I challenged the boys to
own up and no one had. Looking at my watch I said to them.

"Right you lot. If whoever moved my bag doesn't own up in one minute, you
lot are going to change into PE kit for a run around the ship and you will
be doing the same tomorrow morning."

A sailor popped his head in the door asking. "Are you managing with this
lot OK?"

Fine, except someone's claimed my bunk as theirs and not owned up, I am
about to make them run around the ship."

"Just give my a few minutes and I'll get the lads to give you a hand, the
master at arms is going to love you as he used to be a physical trainer in
the navy," when he left. I bellowed out.

"Times up, get changed now and whoever's not changed when he returns will
be running extra laps around the ship." This time they knew I really meant
it.

I marched them up single file with the sailor thankful everyone had changed
on time finding they had the course set up with a sailor stood at intervals
to watch them when their master at arms took over and his voice bellowed
out like an army sergeant major on a parade ground who had them running
around the ship ten times ending with them being washed down with a fire
hose whilst still dressed, only to run again the following morning with wet
kit ending with a further soaking. They were well behaved after that
episode and not only that, they made the poor culprit sleep outside on the
floor in blankets and I refused to let him back in.

The next leg of the voyage was to Fremantle in Western Australia which was
a quiet smooth voyage during which I had lots more sex, this time with the
boy who was forced out by the other boys from steerage and I had to relent
by allowing him to sleep with me in my bunk as his misdemeanor happened on
my watch. Patrick was a thirteen year old from Enfield with scruffy dark
blond hair who was expelled from school and spent time in Borstal for
stealing food and became disowned by his parents. The children's home which
looked after him got so fed up with him they had him placed on the ship as
no one would take care of him so there was no doubting that I had a right
sod on my hands and quickly set the ground rules which if he didn't adhere
to would see me throwing him out of my cabin. I spelled it out to him if he
didn't behave himself from now on I would be frog marching him to the
Master at arms for him to throw him in the brig for the rest of the
voyage. Little did I know he was a right raging satyr sex maniac until we
settled in for our first night in my bunk?

Earlier on I had primed my breasts by taking two tablets and drinking a
large glass of fresh orange juice and now my breasts became engorged
originally intending to nurse Bernie and I was cursing in my mind Patrick's
presence when he began wanking his cock followed by him pleading loudly
with me to take over with my hand. This was certainly the most direct and
to the point request for sex when he uttered a loud sigh as I grasped his
large cock which I guessed at seven inches and equally as fat as my
own. Now we were facing each other when I plunged my head under the covers
and sucked him off making him shoot his load into my mouth in seconds,
fortunately his spunk tasted really good so I sucked every drop out of him
making him squirm. Now I had to deal with my engorged breasts and took his
head straight to a nipple saying.

"Come on you sexy bastard, drink up you little shit," that was all the
prompting he needed from me as he sucked away draining my sweet creamy
elixir from one breast followed by draining the other then falling fast
asleep like a light going out leaving me with nothing for Bernie.

We greased up each others rear holes and fucked each other filling our rear
holes with each others spunk before dumping our loads down the toilet and
finally falling asleep until Patrick got up during the night busting for a
piss owing to the amount of my milk he downed. I had to let him out and it
took him ages to empty his bladder. After that first night he was as good
as gold and we really missed him when the ship finally docked at Fremantle.

The final leg of the voyage to Melbourne was through the Southern Ocean
which had to be the worst leg of the entire voyage as the ship battled
through mountainous seas with fifty foot waves and storm after storm with
driving rain or sleet. Portholes and hatches were closed with kids confined
to their cabins and everyone must have been seasick. What had been a voyage
of adventure changed as we steamed into the seas of hell and even the
sailors didn't know how bad conditions could really be even though a few
had previously heard horror stories in bars frequented by sailors until we
arrived off the Port Phillip heads and waiting for us was a pilot boat to
guide us through.

We steamed through the heads on a brilliant sunny morning with every kid on
deck eagerly looking at the land which was to become our new homes for the
duration of the war full of hope for their future and glad to escape the
nightly bombing of London.

The sea in the bay was a flat calm, almost like a millpond and we had to
spend several hours anchored in the bay waiting for another ship to depart
so the captain gave the order for swim call. This was sheer bliss to be
swimming in the sea after ten weeks at sea on a voyage which should only
have taken six. It was mainly the older kids who were allowed to swim
whilst sailors kept a lookout as well as lowering a lifeboat with the
fittest and youngest sailors acting as lifeguards and having thoroughly
enjoyed my swim I joined them in the lifeboat glad to be accepting that
duty wearing my red square cut silk swim suit thankful that the sea washed
my spunk out of them.

The ship finally docked in Melbourne with teachers and monitors chaperoning
the kids to their muster stations prior to disembarking. Our entire luggage
was packed which we reclaimed after finally leaving the ship and checked
through immigration. I walked out wheeling my steamer trunk on a sack
barrow looking amongst the crowds for that familiar face like dad's and
there he was with auntie calling out my name and waving. I must have cried
and gone to heaven as tears of joy flooded from my eyes as we kissed and
hugged each other hard. It was a short walk to Uncle's Morris ten works van
as he works as an electrician whilst auntie works as a care nurse. I
marveled at this beautiful city so far from the England I left behind with
its wide streets and large suburban houses until we finally drove into
their drive on the right of their white painted South Caulfield
weatherboard house facing their wooden garage. As I got out from the back
of the van, I saw that nearly every house was made of wood with corrugated
tin roofs.

Between Uncle and I we carried my steamer trunk into the house along a
corridor into the middle bedroom which had a large double bed, the third
and smaller bedroom was their son's who was still at school. Uncle showed
me the wardrobe assigned to me and I began unpacking my steamer trunk
placing my clothes tidily into the wardrobe with my bible and school
photograph onto my designated bedside cabinet. That's when I saw a school
photograph on the opposite bedside cabinet seeing a familiar face, I picked
it up seeing it was Dylan's photo, I looked at his suitcase which had his
name on it with the Pan American World Airways sticker and luggage label
blurting out. "He's alive, he's alive," tears of joy flooded my eyes as I
cried into the bed when I smelled his teenage boy scents; there was no
mistaking it was him. Both uncle and auntie were at the door watching me
with smiling faces saying.

"Your friend's about to walk through that door any minute now," I heard the
key turn in the lock and Dylan entered. We hugged each other hard with rock
hard cocks inside our short trousers as I blurted out. "How on earth did
you get here?"

We sat on the living room sofa hands on each others thighs when he said.

"Boy, have I got a story to tell you, but first we will have a nice cup of
tea."

To be continued.