Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2018 11:36:43 +0000 From: Vintage Speedoboy Subject: Schoolboy Lifeguard 9 This is entirely a work of fiction and all the named characters are fictitious and any relation to actual 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 has succeeded in his 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 war to escape the bombing. These are his Australian adventures following a ten week passage on a liner having arrived safely in Melbourne. Schoolboy lifeguard part nine. AKA, The boy in the red bathing suit. Chapter Nine. After our evening meal and finishing my chores, I rode to Ricky's house on my Malvern Star racing bike to Ricky's house along the tree lined suburban streets of the Melbourne suburb of Brighton with its English stately homes on a warm sunny Saturday evening wearing only my Edward Fletcher (Stubbies) cotton shorts with my black silk swim briefs underneath and a form fitting black silk vest into a gentle breeze coming from the sea carrying my overnight bag with my red silk square cut swimsuit in my backpack when suddenly out of the skies I was being dive bombed by a swooping male Australian magpie uttering loud screeching noises. I down shifted the Derailleurs to accelerate from him watching for his swooping dive so I could suddenly jink the bike then ride along the footpaths putting trees as obstacles in his way jinking the bike on and off the road keeping changing direction to avoid riding in a straight line trying to fox him that way. Fortunately I either managed to lose him after about a quarter of a mile or he gave up the chase. I was warned by the lads at school to expect this, at first I thought it was a wind up and now I know this to be true. OMG, that bird really was an evil bastard who would also be on the lookout for me the next time I rode along this road. I arrived at Ricky's English stately home Georgian style house which may have come from some country estate back in the Old Country whereas I learned it was built around 100 years ago. Having entered the house, there were paintings, trophy animal heads, old flintlock guns and antique furniture. All the rooms had high ceilings about 12 feet above the floor. This certainly was a palatial house locked in a time from another age despite having both gas and electric lighting. Ricky's mum led us to the drawing room where Ricky beckoned me to sit next to him on a luxurious settee when she wheeled out a tea trolley with a full silver service tea set containing Harrods of London tea with English Royal Doulton fine bone china cups and saucers. She poured our teas through a tea strainer followed by milk and sugar with two Arnotts Tim Tams chocolate biscuits each. I was literally in fear of dropping either a cup or saucer which would be irreplaceable on account of the war and took the greatest of care to avoid accidents sipping this lovely made tea gently. After tea, Ricky took me on a tour of the house where I became surprised to see an old six pounder muzzle loading field gun with its highly polished bronze barrel, a war trophy from a previous conflict captured not from another country but here in Australia which was used by a gang of mercenary bushrangers to attack a trooper and army outpost at Beechworth setting fire to the colonel's residence killing a number of troops including the colonel before army reinforcements defeated the attackers. After tea, Ricky changed into his obscenely tailored Edward Fletcher cotton shorts which had the leg hems taken up to crotch level with slits at the side and a black skin tight silk vest, he took his backpack and we both walked the short distance to the beach to swim in the sea. We both stripped down to our skimpy silk swim briefs we wore under our shorts and waded into the almost flat calm sea becoming like ten year old boys with our playful antics before passionately embracing and kissing each other close to the shore grinding our wet see through silk encased cocks into each other. These magical moments became special as it wasn't lust but we were falling in love with each other when his gaze fell on my breasts with their large puffy nipples and I felt those lovely feelings inside my breasts which he sensed and began to suck on my nipples like a small child. His sucking and tonguing was so gentle when I felt my heavenly creamy elixir flowing into his mouth with his eyes lighting up with approval at its taste. Ricky was the first boy in the school to taste my treat with any negative thoughts of having girly breasts which produced the goods flying out the window despite only receiving small measures from each breast, to him it felt as though a loving bond was sealed. We swam out to a sailing yacht anchored about a quarter of a mile from the shore and clambered aboard. I guessed the vessel to be about 60 feet long which of course was locked up otherwise we would have sneaked inside the cabin. There was no doubt we were trespassing on someone's boat and we just lay there making small talk about our lives in the failing light of the evening when we dived back into the sea, swam to shore on breast stroke to dry off and change. We arrived at Ricky's house to welcome bowls of hot soup cooked by his mum before retiring naked in his luxurious double bed when we heard his mum scream in fright. Ricky donned his shorts and went to investigate finding a number of Australian psicadas in her room which he caught and threw out the window keeping one back in a jar to show me, this bright green coloured bug was about the size of a British stag beetle with wings and with huge numbers everywhere made a constant noise at night when he too threw it out of the window. Once back in bed we made small talk in whispers in a lover's embrace with our rock hard cocks touching each other whilst kissing and caressing each other until he decided it was safe for us to have full blown sex. We got out of bed with rock hard cocks which had leaked pre-cum for the past hour, what amazed me was that both our cocks were erect for that length of time whereas normally we would have shot off our loads long ago. Ricky lubed up his 7.5 inches of man sized fat teen boy's cock and my hole yet it was my nine inch leaking monster together with my breasts which held his gaze. I swallowed two of those pills beforehand watered down with the soup thus priming my breasts which had filled up and began oozing their sweet creamy elixir of love just as I placed my ankles onto his shoulders when he pushed his cock slowly in to his balls giving me a lovely sensation of fullness which judging by the size of his cock, fitted perfectly although I detected a hint of jealousy having taken his title of the largest cock in the whole school. Ricky plowed slowly into my hole which felt awesome, especially as the head of his cock was doing wonderful things to my secret love button making my cock leak like a tap. I guided him on how to massage and pinch his shirt button sized puffy nipples topping his muscular slab like pectorals with his six pack washboard stomach below, this made his balls tingle with delight churning up his spunk and he began moaning quietly when several minutes later my cock erupted like a fire hose shooting several jets of spunk a few feet everywhere with my hole clamping onto his cock which triggered him to unload his spunk into the depths of my bowels. I certainly felt every one of his warm gushes flooding inside me, not only that, those wonderful feelings inside my breasts certainly told me they leaked out my creamy sweet elixir over my breasts and as soon as he pulled out he was licking them clean. I had to creep silently to the toilet and dump his spunk down the pan with an explosively loud fart before wiping off any which had collected on my stomach with the remaining after leakage from my cock before pulling the chain to flush the toilet and crept back into bed where we embraced each other before falling asleep. I woke up early the following morning finding Ricky's mum already up in the kitchen cooking me a full English breakfast which certainly filled me up before finally thanking her for a wonderful evening then riding back home to change bikes and do my paper round. Being a Saturday, this entailed knocking on doors and collecting money from the customers for which I kept a small notebook as it was a dead certainty that not everyone would be in and therefore I would have to call round on another day, usually on the Monday evening whereby any late monies collected was paid the following Saturday after finishing my round. Australia at that time was still on Sterling currency just like England until they introduced decimal currency in 1966 with dollars and cents with ten bob to a dollar initially; thankfully a lot of my customers gave me generous tips. Having finished my round I called into the post office to post my Christmas cards back to England with the last posting day on Monday as I wanted to be certain of my mail catching the last Christmas post flying boat leaving Melbourne. Unlike British Christmas cards I previously sent, these were printed onto a single sheet of lightweight airmail paper printed by a company called James Valentine & sons which required a separate air mail envelope with a one tenth of an ounce weight limit for an air mail letter otherwise you paid extra for the postage. Dylan and I left home to work our shift at the Brighton sea water pool on our bikes which we parked inside the facility and locked them up. We wore our tee shirts and shorts with our square cut silk swimsuits underneath and applied sun cream to any areas of exposed skin owing to the increased intensity of the sun compared to England (Melbourne is 38 degrees south of the equator whereas Southern England is 51 degrees north). Our lifeguard team consisted mainly of teenage male and female school students and a few women; there were no men of military age having been called up. Chaperoning us that day was Jack Duggan; a 50 year old Irishman nicknamed `Jack the bomb' who drove an old decrepit 30 year old left hand drive soft top Model T Ford equipped with acetylene lights which had to be started with a starting handle as the car wasn't equipped with an electric starter. Dylan remarked to Jack asking. "How on earth can you drive this old crate as the steering wheel's on the wrong side of the car?" which had us roaring with laughter when he replied. "I'll have you know this car was made in America." Between us we had our fair share of keeping recalcitrant boys in check thankful for our experiences gained at the open air pool back home. We alternated our duties of watching and supervising the pool with cleaning and tidying picking litter off the beach, cleaning and tidying the changing areas including toilets and showers which, like both the open air pool and the indoor pool at the back of the community centre, Dylan and I saw more than our fare share of cocks gracing bodies of all shapes, sizes and ages. There were a lot of families with young kids who mainly stayed around the shallow end. After lunch Olga came in and swam lengths wearing a one piece black silk swimsuit with an opaque pair of black briefs underneath which did a good job of hiding her huge cock (I learned later that she tucked it under her crotch wearing a black male dance belt). For a woman, even though I secretly knew she was a hermaphrodite, she was indeed a very powerful swimmer, probably of Olympic standard who powered through the water with ease taking around half a minute for 50 yards. I was seeing another side of her altogether when the constant noise of the cacophony of human voices momentarily silenced as a Supermarine Seagull (Known as the Walrus) biplane flying boat flew overhead. That aircraft certainly caught my attention with its unusual appearance resembling a flying cabin cruiser pleasure boat consisting of a box section fuselage with its horizontal stabilizer mounted high on the vertical stabilizer with a rearward facing Bristol Pegasus radial engine turning a four bladed pusher propeller. I knew what this aircraft was having seen aircraft recognition charts back home. Olga came up to me and shook my hand reminding me that she was performing tonight at the Palais theatre. The rest of the day thankfully was uneventful when we finished our shift and rode home taking decent showers before our evening meal then changing into our suits and catching the tram. We entered the theatre to a packed house not knowing that I was being set up to go on stage, a theatre hand led me to the dressing room where I met Francisco and his act was to shoot me with a musket. I wanted to run out of the room frightened for my life when he said. "My act certainly won't kill you, what I am going to tell you must remain a secret otherwise you leave right now." . . . "OK," He said. "You keep this ball in your mouth keeping a straight face, when I fire at you with a blank charge, you put both hands across your mouth, make out you're hurt uttering loud moaning noises then bend down like you're sick, spit the ball into your hand then show it to the audience, you will see me load a ball into the gun, what you won't see is the ball coming back out of the gun stuck to the ramrod which is fitted with a magnet. I will be firing a half charge which is just enough to make a loud bang. Olga will come out to the audience to search for a volunteer and she will choose you." I now knew the secret of the famous catching the bullet with your teeth illusion and I really wanted to do this which will certainly get round the whole school. Having returned back to my seat the show started with clowns performing acrobatics which had the audience roaring with laughter when a finely dressed woman walked on stage asking. "My feet are hurting, can any of you please call a taxi," as soon as she spoke I knew it was Olga when one of the clowns replied. "Sure lady," then pinched her bottom, she screamed at him and started chasing him around the stage when her hat fell off, this became a `Pass the package game' amongst the clowns intending to deprive her of her hat with roars of laughter coming from the audience when a veteran styled car arrived on stage, a clown passed her hat to her whilst taking a bow saying. "Here's your taxi miss." I immediately knew this car was powered by electricity like a milk float, Olga sat in the back seat, the car moved off making a loud bang then the rear of the car tipped up casting her onto the stage, a flustered Olga got up, picked up her hat and screamed at the driver. "What the hell's wrong with your car?" . . . "Sorry miss, the garage must have left something out, get in." The car moved off when a fountain of water erupted from the radiator cap spraying both Olga and the driver when she shouted "Stop! She got out of the car shouting. "Look at me, I'm soaked, what sort of a taxi are you?" when another loud bang erupted from underneath the car whilst the audience was roaring with laughter, she got back into the car which drove off when the curtain fell. The curtain rose when they returned to bow to the audience and exiting the stage. Olga came out wearing a burlesque dancer's set which amazed me thinking. "How did she get changed so fast?" She walked down from the stage then announced she was looking for a volunteer to catch a bullet with his teeth. She walked up and down the aisles looking to choose someone then stopped outside my row of seats, looked thoughtfully at me then pointed saying. "You look like a nice young man, what's your name?" I replied "Thomas, Maam." "You'll do, please come with me." I knew this was my cue, I placed the ball bearing in my mouth sucking on it like a gob stopper whilst the others left their seats to make way for me, she walked me to the stage where I saw Francisco, smartly dressed wearing a tuxedo with his musket. Olga announced to the audience that Francisco was going to shoot me and I was to catch the bullet with my teeth then walked me to the side of the stage with Francisco on the opposite side. A drum roll commenced whilst he loaded the flintlock musket then showed the ball to the audience who watched it drop down the barrel, he held the musket by the end of the barrel and pushed the ramrod down the barrel, his hand shielding the ball which came out with the magnet and concealed it in his left hand, he pulled the cock back to half cock, primed the pan, pulled the cock back to full cock, took aim straight at my face and fired. The pan flashed just before the weapon fired with a loud bang when my hands went to my face and I doubled over uttering loud moans. I stood up then spat the ball into my hand and held it up for the audience to see to a standing clapping ovation when Francisco and I stood next to each other and bowed to the audience when the curtain came down. He congratulated me saying. "Thomas, you really are a natural, perhaps you should become an actor, I would like to use you again if that's all right with you," I gave my assent hoping for more sex, this time with Olga in her dressing room? Olga's dance act was the last performance of the evening and the top of the bill. By now the auditorium became thick with cigarette smoke during which Dylan and I certainly smoked a few. She came on stage smartly dressed wearing a suit when the music started, she danced around the stage when her jacket came apart falling apart on the stage followed by her trousers. Now the men were leering at her from their seats when her shirt fell in pieces on the stage revealing her black bra and brief knickers clearly showing her dangling huge cock encased in a flesh coloured sheath when she ran and hid behind the curtain to roars of laughter. She came back out moments later when her bra fell off followed by her black knickers falling off revealing a false pubic bush with her huge encased cock dangling through her flesh coloured knickers which I could barely see, doubtless that the make up team had done a wonderful job of blending her knickers into her skin including showing what appeared to be the gap between her buns whenever she turned round. Cat calls and leering erupted from the men watching as she faced the audience thrusting and twisting her hips making her sheathed cock swing and her breasts with glitter stars stuck to her nipples jiggle and bounce. I was the only person in the audience who knew that her cock was real, both Dylan and I got rock hard erections inside our silk briefs leaking our pre-cum and forming wet spots when we grasped each others cocks through our trousers. We really wanted to get our cocks out and have a good wank but as this was our first time in this theatre we settled for grasping thinking about the effect she had on us. I wondered how many men also became erect inside their pants with women's pussies also leaking their juices when she finally took a bow and the curtain fell to a loud standing ovation with clapping, jeers and cat calls from the audience and with the show finally over when Olga came out to us, gave me a small package and planted me with a tongue kiss. Dylan and I left the theatre in high spirits when we bought our hamburgers from a van parked nearby before catching the trams home. We finally went to bed naked with the night's performance leaving us feeling really horny that we spent the next two hours having the most amazing sex with each other. Both our cocks were so hard with heavy balls which brewed up huge amounts of spunk during Olga's performance and there was no doubting that she really was a class act. We must have fucked each others rear holes at least twice and sucked each other off the same amount as well. I felt on top of the world that night having nursed Dylan from my breasts which certainly leaked during sex when finally I must have given him a good measure from both breasts which sent him to sleep. We woke up the following morning to find Danny sleeping between us with Dylan's rock hard cock poking the entrance to his rear hole. He got out of bed and brought the lube out of his bedside cabinet then lubed up Danny's rear hole and his cock and pushed it right home to his balls, meanwhile I changed position to a 69 so both Danny and I had each others cocks in our mouths, whilst we sucked each other, Dylan plowed his cock into Danny's rear hole when my breasts began leaking just as I shot a huge load into his mouth followed by me changing position so he could nurse off my breasts, when he finally drained them he turned around and I pushed my huge cock inside his hole to blast a huge load of spunk inside him in seconds. After that performance It was time for our showers, Danny went first leaving a trail of spunk along the floor all the way to the shower when we heard a thunderously loud fart over the noise of the running water, there was no doubting that he dumped our spunk down the bath. Having been showered with our bodies reeking of the distinctive aroma of carbolic soap reminding us of the red soap tablets in the school's wash rooms back in England. I opened the package to find a male dance belt and jock strap for each of us with Olga's love letter. Dylan and I prepared, cooked and served breakfasts firstly serving uncle and auntie breakfast in bed on a Sunday morning then eating ours at the table with Horace the huntsman spider watching us intently from the far wall by the side window with its tiny beady black eyes. After breakfast and chores, Dylan and I flicked through Uncles latest copy of The Maidenhead Advertiser, our local rag back home which was four months old and between us it seemed rather odd to be reading a newspaper we both already read back home during the peak of the summer holidays. It was that newspaper which brought on Dylan's sudden attack of homesickness, exacerbated by being orphaned with only his grandmother to look after him except his situation would become reversed as it would be he taking care of her. Thankfully the Catholic Church arranged for daily volunteer nurse visits with one of their scouts keeping her place clean and tidy on a rota basis, despite the support arranged for her it didn't stop him running into our bedroom and crying loudly into the bed, he was just totally inconsolable with overpowering emotions screaming for his passage back home on the first available liner, all I could do was watch over him whilst he cried his eyes out then make him a cup of tea with two Arnotts Tim tams biscuits and when he calmed down suggest we take the tram into the city and go to the cinema after dinner. We wore just tee shirts and shorts owing to the warm weather and finally entered the cinema to sit next to each other in the stalls. As the cinema filled up we had two RAAF lads sit either side of us. They looked about eighteen even though they looked about a similar age to the fifth year (Year eleven) boys at school wearing their jungle greens (Shirts and shorts) similar to Boy Scout uniforms when one of them asked if I would move two seats along so they could both sit between us, I saw them motion to each other obviously deciding who would sit next to who when the slightly shorter one sat next to Dylan with the taller one sat next to me. My gaydar was going off like alarm bells in my head and I suspect Dylan experienced the same, they both took out their Capstan navy cut cigarettes with each one offering us one and lighting us up. The one sat next to me took out a huge bar of chocolate and divided it up between the four of us, asked us for our names and ages. The small talk continued in a low tone when they began putting their hands on our thighs, My cock became erect in my black silk swim briefs as did Dylan's and began leaking shit loads of pre-cum seriously wetting our briefs, forming wet spots on our shorts with the smells of sex emanating around us albeit masked by the cigarette smoke and it wasn't long before both teenage airmen had their hands up our shorts grasping our cocks feeling the wet silk and both their cocks were seriously tenting out their shorts, a quick glance saw they both wore white cotton underwear like shorts with the hems below their uniform shorts so their cocks had plenty of room to move whenever they became erect. I was the first one to have my shorts unbuttoned and my cock taken out when he gasped at its sheer size, even in the light of the movie playing, the head of my cock was already coated with my juices and I haven't even shot my load yet when I felt my breasts filling up. Paul, the airman sat beside me slowly wanked my huge cock whilst Dave was doing the same to Dylan; it was his suggestion that we both took two of those damn pills which we did earlier as I suspect he wanted this to happen all along. It wasn't long before I felt my balls churning up a load of spunk and let Paul know when he very quickly had my cock in his mouth with his hand stroking it in small strokes when I became overcome by a highly intense shattering orgasm blasting a huge load into his mouth whilst I felt my tee shirt becoming wet with breast milk around my nipples. Paul uttered a sigh of satisfaction after finally swallowing my entire load when I lifted up my tee shirt and whispered to him. "I've got something else for you," he gazed in astonishment at my breasts when I asked. "Go on, have yourself a drink." He hesitated for a few moments whilst fondling my breasts trying to decide whether or not they were real when he planted his mouth over one and sucked getting a taste of my wonderful heavenly tasting hormone laced elixir, no sooner had he tasted my offering he drank it eagerly. Dylan's cock unloaded into Dave's mouth and he also offered whatever meager amount his breasts could produce which equated to about a teaspoonful, I beckoned both airmen to swap places enabling me to nurse Dave from my remaining breast and being a country lad he was less refined than his mate as I had to ask him to take things easy but OMG, he loved the taste so much he asked for our address and phone number which I gave him afterwards telling him that it was only ever to be both of them and no one else although I visualized hundreds of horny teenage airmen wherever they were stationed wanting raunchy sex every minute of their days. We had effectively swapped partners to wank and suck them off; they both had six inch cocks which I imagined our huge cocks may have made them jealous, particularly as we were a pair of schoolboys. With our raunchy session over just before the interlude, they bought us an ice cream, a bag of Butterkist toffee popcorn and a bottle of coke each to enjoy finishing with more cigarettes whilst watching the movie to the end and from there we arranged another hook up. This time Paul dearly wanted to bring along a third airman. I thought about this and decided for Danny to join us in those lovely experiences they gave us. It was there we watched the newsreels of the Battle of Britain with our RAF spitfires and hurricanes battling the Germans in the skies and when he saw the newsreels of their bombing raids on London, he came away from there with a determination on his face wanting to do his bit and from there we both decided to join the school's cadet force. That evening, Dylan, Danny and I rode to the doctor's house after phoning him that afternoon having decided between us that he really should broaden his experiences, especially having performed so well in bed with us knowing that both the doctor and especially Olga would certainly be giving him the time of his life, this would be Danny's first real crack of the whip and a real learning curve for him, one which would certainly stand him in good stead. Olga answered the door wearing a very short skirt sun dress whereas we wore our ultra short tailored cotton shorts with generously cut side slits exposing the sides of our black silk swim briefs underneath with skin tight silk vests getting glances of approval from her, as she let us in she felt our cocks and squeezed a butt cheek before hugging and tongue kissing us. By now Danny was fully hard and certainly got quite a lengthy feel up of his nice thirteen year old cock. She served each one of us a glass of coke with ice with a serving of ice cream then served coffee to the doctor followed by Danny introducing himself and after some small talk Olga led us to the master bedroom. She became overcome with lust as she stripped the thirteen year old boy totally naked, especially seeing his fat six inches of early teen boy's cock, a size which wouldn't look out of place on even a fifth or sixth former with a decent pair of balls contained in his sack amidst a glossy pubic bush with the start of his treasure trail. Owing to all the sports he played at the school, Danny's form certainly had a muscular definition with large puffy nipples the size of thimbles on his pointed breast buds topping his well developed pectorals resembling small girly breasts with his nipples obscenely poking out his school shirt, especially whenever they became enlarged and erect also being a good indicator that his cock was also rock hard. Olga stripped herself naked saying with lust in her voice. "Danny, what you are about to see is a very special person indeed, I too have a cock and balls like yourself which as you see is now fully hard and leaking my love juices," she lifted her balls to reveal her well developed female organs with her large clitoris pushing out between her folds of skin, she parted the folds revealing the entrance as her leaking vaginal fluids dripped onto the carpet saying. "This hole is where your cock fits inside, you pump it in and out until you shoot your spunk right inside me although I expect you already know this from being taught biology at school." She straddled him on the bed and rode him with a slow pleasing motion using her vaginal muscles knowing full well that a thirteen year old could shoot his load within seconds. Danny's cock certainly became his hardest yet whilst oozing pre-cum inside her, meanwhile it was Dylan who took the Doctor's cock up his rear hole first bent over the bed with his cock dripping pre-cum onto the cover and surprisingly he took his entire twelve inches right to his balls as he took his time easing his monster cock inside the boy who was squealing with delight, thankful that his rear hole was already well broken in and when the doctor finally began pistoning in and out of him, his breasts jiggled and bounced with a pleasing motion for a few minutes when they began leaking his breast milk from his thimble sized nipples which trickled down his chest. The same thing was also happening to Olga having previously taken those pills and drank a thick chocolate milk shake with two scoops of chocolate ice cream with honey added which not only packed her with loads of energy, both her breast milk and spunk would taste delicious and having a large pair of jugs with nipples the size of wine bottle corks could certainly deliver a lot of milk whilst her huge cock hoses out spunk like a fire hose. Whilst the doctor was pistoning into Dylan, I done a contortionist act to get my mouth around one of his huge nipples to drink his heavenly tasting milk whilst his other breast leaked all over my hand which was caressing and gently pinching his other nipple as he uttered sighs of pleasure in between talking dirty talk to my friend and begging me to drink his offering. Unlike Olga's breast milk which was thick and creamy, I found the doctor's milk more watery with a sweet fruity taste which flowed into my mouth in squirts and no sooner had Olga finished with Danny, it was my turn to take her monstrously huge cock up my rear hole and she used a lube on me which had my hole tingling with delight and wondering how on earth she got hold of the stuff? Despite the huge size of her cock, she really took things nice and gentle, probably in fear of ripping out my insides and asked me to ride her like a cowboy by straddling her on the bed when, as an afterthought she smeared my nipples with her special lube and after a few moments they were tingling all over right inside my breasts and also in my balls just as Dylan changed positions with the doctor and began plowing into his hole. Riding Olga was certainly an unforgettable experience especially when she groped my breasts, pinched and massaged my nipples whilst my cock began leaking like a tap onto her chest with every up and down movement on her making her leaking breasts bounce with a pleasing motion whilst scooping up and licking her delicious milk with my fingers. Of note, we were probably receiving the best possible education about sex in the bedroom which on reflection certainly stood us in good stead later on in our lives. This time those feelings inside my balls and the head of my cock overwhelmed me when I shot out long streaming jets of spunk all over the head of the bed and Olga's face followed by the satisfying sensations of her filling up my insides with her lovingly warm jets of spunk flooding into me and filling me right up whilst her breast milk gushed out drenching both her breasts. After coming down from our highs, showering and dumping spunk from our holes with thunderously loud farts, every one of us remained naked as we retired to the living room when the doctor rolled up our cannabis laced cigarettes. This was our first time we tried it which let us feeling sleepy with a nice peaceful sensation thereby welcoming their offer of a sleepover seeing as we were in no condition to refuse and this time we all went out like lights. We rose early the following morning taking quick showers whilst Olga cooked breakfast followed by frantically riding home, changing into our school uniforms, sorting out our satchels and backpacks ready to start another week of school followed by joining the cadet force the next day. Our first drill evening saw us being issued with our uniforms, webbing, mess tins, pocket books &c, (There were two drill nights each week on Tuesdays and Thursdays), over the ensuing first weeks we were drilled, done PT, lectured on the Lee Enfield rifle, practiced fieldcraft, polishing our boots, learned about the cadet force, keeping our uniforms clean, tidy and pressed to quickly sail through our recruit phase in what was tantamount to a crash course thankful of our experience as Boy Scouts standing us in good stead by the time the school broke up for the summer holidays when we went on our first camp in January, but I digress. The weeks just flew by when before we knew it, the Christmas summer holidays started and we were overjoyed to finally break up for school and not return until the first week of February. That week, uncle's mailbox was flooded with letters and Christmas cards but there was also sadness to the occasion when all Dylan received was just a single letter from his grandmother and when he read it, he became inconsolable and cried loudly into the bed. None of us could go anywhere near him and when he finally did show me his letter, I just wished there was some way I could take away his hurt as his letter stated that by the time he received it, his grandmother would have passed away. This truly was his last letter from her and I really felt for him, now all alone in the world without any family left. At least he have our little brood even though we were far from home where London was being bombed every night by the Germans who had also bombed other cities as well in what became known as `The Blitz'. I sat down at the table and quickly wrote my letter to John explaining Dylan's letter just in case he wasn't aware then jumped on my bike and rode to the post office catching them before it closed hoping it will catch the last flying boat of the year only to suffer the indignation of paying extra for an overweight letter. I gladly paid it knowing the importance of its contents which I felt was truly priceless and would happily paid a lot more just to send it. As it turned out, our letters crossed when John's letter arrived a couple of days later confirming that Dylan's grandmother had died. He too had paid extra for a registered overweight letter in its own secure envelope which as it turned out; a collection was taken for Dylan by both the school and the church the bulk of which came from both an anonymous benefactor and both our old scout troops who chipped in as a syndicate and won the pools. The letter from John contained Dylan's cheque for one thousand pounds and when I passed him John's letter, he went wild with excitement thereby cementing the trust of a scout's honour. Dylan, in many ways is a lot cleverer than we took him for; I sensed this as he became top of his school year in maths, the science subjects, English &c. In many ways I sensed he was gifted when he said. "I already know the secret of how this was done. You see, what they've done as a group of boys is to scour the past editions of newspapers going back say two or three years at the library collating all the results week by week into their exercise books which they would have had bought from Smiths. From there, graphs were drawn up looking for the numbers which came up the most together with any likely sequences with each football team's statistics. This is definitely a huge undertaking which isn't likely to get results straight away as what you're dealing with is pure chance at the end of the day although it is certainly a good method of trying to crack the big one." Our first Christmas in Australia certainly was a memorable one, especially to be having our Christmas dinner at Elwood beach, this was cooked by uncle and aunt then drove there in his van whilst we rode on ahead on our bikes, locked them up and stripped down to our swimsuits. The beach was packed and although both Dylan and I were roped in as lifeguards that day we had a lovely traditional roast turkey dinner amongst the hoards of people who were doing the same. This was an Australian tradition we liked which we remembered fondly for the rest of our lives. We patrolled the beach that day with pride, looked upon by those who were there, other times we crewed their surf boat and kept the youngsters in check. Like the open air pool back home, there were no shortage of girls who adored us and I wore my red bathing suit with pride even though our cock and ball bulges were very noticeable attracting lots of gazes from both sexes. One lad of sixteen even came up to me asking. "Weren't you the one who caught a bullet with your teeth at the Palais Theatre?" I was well and truly busted when he asked me. "Please tell me how you did it as I do know that gun at that range would certainly have blown your head off?" "All right, but you mustn't tell anyone as this is a magician's secret," I recounted the method used and how I carried a ball bearing in my mouth as a gob stopper simply because I didn't want him trying it on his own with a rifle," we exchanged names and addresses and before we knew it I was enjoying a really raunchy sleepover with him which took place the very next night. The following morning, the three of us was up with the lark and we packed our swimming kit into our haversacks whilst auntie cooked a can of creamy chicken soup and served each one of us a small teacup full which was just enough to take away our hunger pangs and give us our shot of energy as we were entered by the school in the annual Boxing day one mile swim in the sea off Brighton beach and rode there on our bikes. The morning broke with a cloudless sky over a flat calm sea and there were swimmers of all ages here, I did hear there was one chap who was in his eighties. The triangular course was marked out with rowing boats anchored at each point displaying a red flag. We were shepherded through registration and given our numbers which were marked on our upper arms with black ink which took days to wear off afterwards. Ricky kept all the boys from the swimming team together who hadn't gone away for Christmas with the intention of registering the entire group together. Swimming in the sea is a totally different experience to Dylan and I who are used to swimming in fresh water. I found that if there was a swimmer ahead of you swimming the same speed as yourself, you kept your sights on him which kept you on the course otherwise you could easily end up swimming round in a circle because one arm is stronger than the other if you were swimming on front crawl which the fastest swimmers were, it was the breast stroke swimmers who made up the bulk of the veterans who swam a straight course simply because they were looking where they're going. Doubtless it was Ricky who led the field and won the under 16's race with Danny snapping at his heels whereas Dylan came in fifth with myself eighth which I put down to my rack creating drag in the water even though I swam topless. One thing I certainly noticed were the number of adult male swimmers who shaved their entire bodies in the belief that they swam faster (or was it because it felt really good under their silk underclothes?). After the swim we lined up for our breakfasts which part of our entry fees paid for which certainly was what a breakfast should be as there was the choice of Porridge or breakfast cereal or a full English breakfast, everyone got a mug of either pure orange juice, tea, coffee, soup or hot chocolate. In many ways I sensed that even though we were half way round the world, many of our English customs &c have came out since the days of the pioneering settlers which gave us a homely feeling. I spoke to the octogenarian who doubtless came last bringing up the rear and what struck me was that despite his age he was indeed a bright eyed very sprightly character who's swam since he was a small boy in the days when nude swimming in rivers, lakes and the sea was perfectly legal and he was quick to blame the laws which enforced the compulsory wearing of bathing suits to blame for the sexual hang ups of the younger generations. There was no doubting that he was indeed a very interesting character who invited the three of us to his house and gave us his address. I thanked him thinking. "That's very trusting of him." The adventures continue.