Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2019 12:28:09 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Pornographer's laptop, Dylan's rat bike 3.

This story is entirely a work of fiction and all the named characters are
fictitious and bear no relation to actual persons living or dead and is not
intended to reflect negatively on their characters. This story is based
around a scenario of a teenager finding an old decrepit discarded
motorcycle in a nearby English leafy country lane and the adventures or
issues which subsequently ensue.

Nifty is a free resource of stories for the LGBT community which has stood
the test of time. However, unlike an old lexicon book languishing somewhere
on a shelf and not costing anything to be there. Nifty is a website which
operates on public donations and therefore please have it in your heart to
send them a few greenbacks every once in a while and please don't forget to
look in their shop window for that irresistible bargain not seen on the
High Street or shopping mall and try and grab one of their shoulder bags
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Signed Vintagespeedoboy.

Pornographer's laptop, Dylan's rat bike 3.

This story continues from Pornographer's laptop.

Both Roberta and Dylanne arrived at `The Lynch' an island on the River
Thames during the night and moored waiting for them on the college's river
frontage was Rick with his 70 foot canal barge named `Countess of Clewer'
so named after a district in the town of Windsor in Berkshire where The
Queen has a house and as to who this title really belongs to remains a
mystery?  Dylanne arrived in her 1962 E type Jaguar wearing her British
airways uniform immediately after her flight landed whereas Roberta arrived
minutes later on her tuned Suzuki GSXR1300 Hyabusa sporting an Akropovic
race exhaust system with an exhaust bellow like a grand prix race car and
no doubt some of us heard the bike and woke up.  Rick berthed the Countess
at her usual spot tying up the mooring lines and everyone on board worked
as silently as possible with Rick fixing them both Batchelor's `Cup a
soups' in a mug each before both Roberta and Dylanne retired for the night
in Rick's double bed on board the vessel.  Meanwhile inside the group
shelter Jason was fast asleep with his rock hard cock buried inside Ellen's
snatch giving her the most satisfying sensations of fullness whilst Vicky
had her rock hard cock buried inside Dylan's snatch under his balls giving
him lovely sensations, both couples slept on top of their sleeping bags
covered with a blanket with only my single Uco nine hour candle lantern
burning a citronella candle to keep the bugs away hung from the centre of
the shelter as a night light in the event of someone wanting to use the
toilet during the night. This was a recent ebay purchase on the spur of the
moment which proved its worth with its pleasing light in the shelter with
me wishing I had bought it the first time round over 10 years ago when the
first group was here.

Jason was on the receiving end of Justin's huge cock pounding into his rear
pussy hole moaning like a bitch in pleasure unaware of the monstrous load
about to fill his bowels whereas both Vivian and I were shagging each
others rear holes and when Justin shot his huge hot load taking about five
minutes to gush inside him in long well spaced out gushes, his face lit up
at the excitement of taking the biggest load of his entire life as his
moans turned to loud sighs and moans of intense pleasure.  The session
ended with Ellen nursing both Jason and Vicky whilst Justin nursed Dylan
who in turn nursed Vivian and I from his smaller breasts before I grabbed
an old British army hand towel which has seen better days to mop up all the
fluids of sex before we all zipped ourselves into our sleeping bags.

Justin was the first to wake the following morning when his alarm clock
went off and the candle lantern was still alight when we finally all got
up.  Both Rick and Justin attended to the British army field kitchen
preparing and cooking our breakfasts whilst I lit the US M67 Puffing Billy
water heater for our stirrup pump showers. Ellen, Roberta and Dylanne wore
their skimpy bikinis whilst the rest of us wore swim briefs and see through
nylon vests with the exception of Dylan who wore his black nylon see
through underwired bra under his vest which certainly gave his breasts a
very nice uplift, much to Dylanne's approval as she cupped one of his
breasts.  We were all lined up holding our British army two piece mess tins
with our British Airways in-flight cutlery sets and our 1952 dated brown
British army enameled mugs having recently bought a case of them from a
military surplus dealer off ebay.

Justin and Rick gave us sterling service in serving our proper full English
breakfasts of bacon, poached eggs, black pudding, baked beans, whole-meal
toast with Vintage marmalade made by the college and filled our mugs with
British airways coffee sweetened with honey and whitened with breast milk
and already the sun was warming the island up nicely.  Everyone changed
into tee shirts and shorts for the short ride in the Countess to the
college's river frontage seeing the Airkick already set up ready to go
intended for the weekend Bronze Medallion course which meant that all of us
would be treated to one go, Thankfully Justin had organized this with the
operators who briefed everyone to swim away as fast as possible on
surfacing.  First up was Jason and no sooner had he taken up position on
the seat, there was a thunderous blast of compressed air and water spray as
the hydro pneumatic rocket propelled the arm through its arc like a Roman
siege engine launching him into the river as he screamed out a whoo hoo
before executing a perfect dive and surfacing seconds later to get his
bearings and swim away just before Dylan was launched followed by Vicky,
Justin, myself, Vivian and lastly Ellen who uttered a loud scream as she
flew through the air before splashing into the water in a perfect dive to
the merriment of the students who had already arrived for their sessions on
the Airkick, now it was the teens turn to have their laughs whilst watching
the students being launched into the river.

After drying off, we all boarded the Countess to change back into tee
shirts and shorts still wearing wet swimsuits underneath which will soon
dry. Rick took the vessel to Reading and moored by Reading Bridge where we
spent the latter part of the morning and part of the afternoon browsing and
shopping. Rick gave everyone of us a choice either to return to the vessel
at lunchtime or to eat out which everyone unanimously chose with all the
teens having lunch at McDonalds leaving poor Rick manning the vessel.
Having brought my old school Raleigh urban assault mountain bike along, I
left it in the boot of the car with its wheels off and having re-assembled
it and loaded it onto the roof of the vessel, I rode through the streets of
Reading till I arrived at John's lock up shop in Hatherley road known as
Reading wreckers.  John and I fondly talked over the old days although my
original purpose here was to reduce the items left on the shopping list for
Dylan's motorcycle and bought enough bits and pieces to fill an A4 sized
cardboard box including a new 3-00 x 17 rear tyre and both inner tubes.
John let me have a BSA Bantam D1 front wheel from his pile saying.  "Here
you are mate, there's a start to that project you've always been on about."
That was 10 years ago and since then I scoured for the rest of it and it's
still not finished.

John actually had a log book for a 1950 D1 rigid framed Bantam which he
kindly let me have which was originally sold by Fortescue brothers in West
Street and registered in Reading which made for a bike with local history.
Sourcing a frame was the hard bit with prices right through the roof, even
if I was lucky enough to find a good one. It eventually came down to a
frame builder specializing in historic trials bikes who made a faithful
copy out of T45 aircraft tubing with bronze welded joints and having
already made several of these frames with a reputation for being stronger
than the originals capable of hard off road riding and taking jumps in
their stride I had one commissioned which although expensive, proved to be
a good buy.  Although the engine was fully rebuilt several years ago, the
bike's still parked in my garage under cover without its mudguards, saddle
and rear carrier so I decided to ask Dylan to give me a hand during the
summer holidays to finish it off.  I left John's shop in high spirits after
having scoured his basement for the one thing I wanted, a Wipac Geni-mag
flywheel which I hadn't managed to find in 10 years of searching ebay plus
a few other odds and sods which fitted into a large jiffy bag and returned
to the vessel thereby relieving Rick to go shopping.  Vivian's Iphone rang
whilst he's still in the town scouring secondhand bookshops with Ryan, the
17 year old lifeguard who Vivian met at Walton on Thames on the other end
having already packed his rucksack and wanting to join us. Vivian asked him
to take a train to Reading where one of us will meet him with his mountain
bike.  Dylan met him outside the station and gave him directions to Reading
Bridge which he easily understood and I watched him approaching the vessel
dressed as a raunchy teenage girl wearing his white see through blouse
showing off his red see through nylon uplift bra to good effect with a tiny
black see through micro skirt, sheer black stockings held up with a black
six strap suspender belt with his red cocksock briefs dangling halfway down
his thighs displaying evidence of his pre-cum leakage on the train in full
view of everyone wearing black regulation school trainers with his olive
green cadet backpack strapped onto his back with his British army basha kit
strapped onto the combination rear mudguard and carrier bolted onto the
seat post.

I welcomed him on board the countess with a sensual hug and tongue kiss and
lifted his mountain bike onto the roof of the Countess. Feeling hungry he
took out a single ration pack chicken biryani pouch meal with a flameless
ration heater, popped it onto the ration heater's pouch, filled it with a
measure of water and left it at the stern of the vessel.  I was treated to
a display when the pouch initially boiled the water followed by a blast of
steam erupting from the pouch and was tempted to throw the damn thing
overboard for the vessel's safety when Ryan stopped me.  After about 10
minutes he took out the pouch meal, shook in a measure of salt and began
eating it with a large spork which comes with these new ration packs asking
me to put the coffee on which I obliged knowing Rick has loads of British
Airways coffee, breast milk and honey on board. After our coffees he rolled
up a joint and smoked it using a long cigarette holder stood at the stern
looking drop dead sexy like a teenage slut whilst I smoked one of my
Capstan full strength navy cut cigarettes with him.

Another hour passed by when everyone arrived at the vessel and no sooner
was the vessel under way, everyone changed into their swimsuits with Ellen
looking stunning in her sheer white bikini whilst the rest of us wore our
nylon swim briefs especially as it was a nice warm sunny day.  Seeing as
this was Ryan's first ever visit to the island, I introduced him to those
of us on board and what we're all about. He certainly looked drop dead
gorgeous with his long flowing blond hair reaching down past his bottom
sporting well developed pectorals capable of filling out a B cup bra on his
muscular body with large nipples the size of babies dummies wearing only
his bright red pair of Eyeline nylon swim briefs realizing that Vivian has
already supplied him with the rest of his raunchy clothes along with
emailing him our outdoor activities kit list after he proposed inviting
him.  Rick took the vessel past the island whilst Vivian pointed out places
of interest on that side of the island before Rick halted the vessel,
executed a three point turn in the main channel and entered the backwater
at a snail's pace out of habit in deference to any swimmers in the water
when he saw Justin stood next to the diving platform wearing only his red
Eyeline nylon swim briefs packing a huge cock and ball bulge and sporting
his firm breasts looking drop dead sexy just like the young topless
she-male he really is.  Ryan gazed in awe as the vessel slowly glided
around the island before finally berthing at her usual spot and there to
greet him off the vessel was Justin, wearing only his red nylon swim briefs
packing a huge cock and ball bulge with his long flowing blond hair
reaching past his bottom proudly displaying his firm ample breasts with
huge long nipples the size of wine bottle corks on large dark areolas, a
picture perfect she-male attractive enough to grace page three of The Sun
newspaper followed by Roberta's and Dylanne's greetings from where I walked
him over to our group shelter constructed mainly from British army basha
shelter sheets covered with a camouflage net with the roof suspended from
the trees with military jute twine. He crawled through the entrance,
organized his bed space, laid out his bedding, changed into his red nylon
Speedo swim briefs with lifeguard printed on the back then he walked along
the track, stepped up onto the diving platform and dived into the backwater
followed moments later by Dylan and Jason wearing their black Eyeline swim
briefs.

Both Dylan and Ryan paired up straight away and looked to be the ideal
couple who were definitely competent swimmers so I left them to it followed
by Dylanne a few moments later wearing only her see through bikini bottoms.
Meanwhile Justin, Rick and Ellen began preparing the evening meal of lamb
hotpot knowing this would be a slow cook over the fire pit having lit and
built up the fire whilst Roberta was on board the Countess working on her
laptop.  It was an idyllic warm summer's afternoon and after everyone had
left the and dried off Jason laid down on top of Dylan covered with a towel
on the grass and pushed his rock hard cock into Dylan's already leaking
snatch whilst Dylanne pushed her huge cock deep inside Ryan's teen boy rear
pussy hole and began thrusting into him sating his anal cravings for cock
despite her own leaking snatch craving a cock inside her which would come
later with Ryan's 10 inch monster filling out her snatch and unloading his
teen boy spunk.  Meanwhile Vicky was plowing her cock into Ellen's snatch
on board the Countess in Rick's double bed and drinking her breast milk,
after finally shooting her huge load inside her, she ate out Ellen's snatch
taking a good mouthful of their juices then sucked out some more breast
milk adding to the contents of his mouth and gave her a highly erotic
tongue kiss with a cocktail of their juices and swallowing what's left
leaving them in their afterglows of orgasmic bliss when Ellen asked.
"Vicky, seeing as you already have a nice pair of breasts, I think it's
only right that we start you into making milk enabling you to feed those
special people in your life, what say you?"  "I'm up for it, when can I
start the treatment?"  Ellen replied. "There are a number of supplements
which you must take together with daily sessions on a Noogleberry breast
and nipple pump as well as a programme of manual breast massage exercises
which I'll show you for now and after the weekend I'll let you have a copy
of `The breast book.'

Ellen bade Vicky to lie on her back while she opened the case containing
the Noogleberry selecting the largest suction cups, connecting them to the
vacuum pump and repeating the same task with their penis developer kit. She
applied lube around the rims of both cups and the tube, centralized the
cups on her breasts and began pumping whilst watching the vacuum draw out
her breasts to the marking scales on both cups followed by stroking her
cock to full hardness then sliding the larger penis developer tube from the
kit over her cock which expanded to a monstrous size in the vacuum after
pumping and very nearly filling out the whole tube.  Ellen certainly has a
lot of experience with the Noogleberry having used one both on herself and
her hermaphrodite son thereby developing both his breasts and cock as well
as bringing on his milk since the start of his puberty and helping him to
grow his hair out.  Having completed the breast vacuum session, Ellen
changed the breast cups to narrow nipple cups which are used for
lengthening the nipples as Vicky's nipples were already fat enough and she
preferred them to be longer so Ellen pumped them up then attended to the
penis developer by depressurizing and pumping it through several cycles and
by now Vicky's cock was coated with her pre-cum. Finally she removed the
penis developer and called Dylan then they both sucked and tongued her
nipples giving Vicky a spectacular hands free orgasm with spunk flying
everywhere leaving Ellen to finally clean and pack away the Noogleberry
whilst Dylan led a naked Vicky out of the vessel to a warm stirrup pump
shower and by the time she dried off and donned only her black nylon swim
briefs showing her package bulge to good effect proudly sporting her
temporary breast enlargement as we all lined up for our evening meals.

After our evening meals with the washing and drying up done, everyone
boarded the vessel to watch a movie and thankfully Rick lit the pot bellied
stove to warm the vessel's interior as everyone was totally naked which is
how we'll be spending the rest of the evening. We chose our partners to sit
next to kissing and caressing each other during the movie sometimes gently
stroking each others leaking cocks or fingering dripping female snatches,
of course Dylan, Roberta and Dylanne had the best of both worlds being
hermaphrodites whilst Ryan's rear pussy hole was tingling with delight
leaking his arse juices fuelling his lust for a cock to be plowed into him
and filling his bowels with spunk which wasn't long in coming when he took
Dylanne's monster cock up his hole ending with a nightcap of her warm sweet
creamy breast milk.  After the movie we walked across to the western side
of the island, lined up on the diving platform and dived in one after
another for our night time skinny dip swimming around the island finishing
with drying off and Rick's welcome mugs of hot chicken and vegetable soup
before we all finally crawled into our sleeping bags for the night when
Dylan had his feed from his mum's breasts whilst snuggling their naked
bodies up to each other in their mother and son embrace with his rock hard
cock buried in her leaking snatch.

We rose the following morning taking our morning circumnavigation swim
around the island just like the old days on a brilliant sunny morning with
the last of the morning's wisps of mist on the water whilst Rick was
cooking our breakfasts joined by Justin as soon as he got out of the water
to cook our full English breakfasts, as we sat down to eat, Roberta's
Iphone rang with her boss on the other end saying.  "Hi Robs, there's been
another development in the Dick Holder case which I think you should know
about."  "Oh, I thought we were about to put this one to bed," "Not so,
I've checked and he's still in Feltham Young Offenders institution, the
problem is that some more stories naming Dylan have been uploaded onto
pornographic literature websites, only this time they're hitting the
bullseye every time with named locations," "Have you checked Richard's
phone and any other devices he has for traffic?"  "Yes and they're clean,
which proves he hasn't been using them, more to the point, I contacted
their governor to have him searched for contraband and had they found any
devices they would have been seized, as it happens they're were none
found."  "Damn, someone's playing the old hackers gag, try checking his
email and see if it's been used by spammers."  "We already have and you're
right. We've found loads of spam emails going out from his email account
which are also auto deleting the second they're sent. We've had to set up a
separate email account then add this email to his spam list rather like you
do with those emails from legitimate businesses which is the only way we
can catch them."  "So what you're saying is that every time he logs on to
check his emails, his email boxes are as clean as a whistle, as though
nothing's happened, that's how good their technology is now," "What about
having his email account shut down?"  "We could do that but it's best left
alone, what we don't want is him suddenly changing his password and locking
out the perpetrators, this way we monitor it and hopefully catch those who
are using it."  "He's about to be released this coming Friday, obviously
that's when all his devices will be returned to him and god knows what
he'll do next."  "That's where you come in; you will be present at his
release interview to let him know who you lot are and have been watching
him, that alone should put the frighteners on him but what we want him to
do is to cooperate, get him to use his email account as normal, have him
buying stuff off ebay &c. To all intents and purposes he's back out there,
what he mustn't do is change his password otherwise it blows the whole
thing up."  "There are bigger fish out there who we want to trash and
Richard is just a pawn on the board, he's just a little shit who just needs
pulling into line."

Feltham Young Offender's institution.

To Richard Holder, this was just another day at Feltham except he was glad
to see the back of the place, having taken a long shower and spent time
working on his shave and applying hair removal lotion to his skin, he
became pleased at the results of his pre-pubescent boy smoothness and dried
off, dressed and ate his breakfast seeing extra portions of bacon, hash
browns, black pudding, baked beans on toast and two eggs instead of
one. This was a particularly large breakfast which he finished completely
with a parting gift of a lunch pack containing a 1.5 litre bottle of Coke
owing to some departing inmates having long train journeys.  He changed
into a suit and was escorted to the governor's office for his release
interview, checked and sign for his possessions which were placed into a
strong cloth carrier bag like the Tesco bags for life then the governor
said.  "Richard. I would like you to meet Roberta Woodcock from GCHQ
Cheltenham; Ms Woodcock's department has come across a number of issues
regarding your communications which require your cooperation so she can
clear this up."  "Hello Richard, it's mainly your email account which
concerns us, if you take your Iphone out and log on, you will see that it
has remained dormant since the day you first came here."  He took his
Iphone out, switched it on fully expecting the battery to be flat and found
it to be fully charged, he logged onto his email finding only personal
emails and the normal advertising emails in his inbox which he would reply
to later saying. "Everything's in order."  That's when she produced a sheaf
of photocopies of spam emails including the uploads to pornographic
literature websites naming Dylan as the central character, he looked
through them in shock as she asked.  "Then how do you explain these? And
what's your connection with Dylan Masters?"  Richard was dumbfounded until
he noticed the dates and times on every copy proving they were sent during
his incarceration and replied.  "The times and dates prove I was here, my
possessions were locked away for the duration and as for Dylan Masters, he
was just a boy in a younger year at school."  "I put it to you that you
submitted a number of erotic stories naming Dylan which just happened to go
round the whole school before your incarceration; you do know that he's
attempted suicide, his life got so bad that he saw it as the only way out
and luckily for you there are people out there who stuck up for him which
saved his life, Richard, I have to know, did you submit these erotic works
naming Dylan?"  "Certainly not!"  "I have here an Acer laptop which was
recovered by a member of the public, go on, switch it on and look in my
documents, there you will see every erotic story which was uploaded and
furthermore it was this computer which browsed child pornography, you are
facing some very serious charges."  "That certainly wasn't me, who could
have done this?"  "That's what my department wants to find out, as you can
see, your computer has been hacked and we want to put a stop to these
bastards. I can promise you that if you cooperate with us, you will receive
your get out of prison card."  "So what do you want from me?"  "For the
time being, don't go changing your password until we tell you to."  "I can
live with that."  "You had better otherwise my department will ruin your
life, we'll be in touch, have a nice day."  This just left the governor to
complete his release forms and Roberta to give him a lift home in her BMW."

Two weeks later.

Dylan and Ellen got a surprise visit from Roberta when she entered the
house then explained recent events to both.  "Dylan, I have some news for
you, the bad news is that Richard Holder will be walking out from his trial
at Reading crown court, I know it's not what you wanted to hear, however he
is cooperating fully with us in closing down the real perpetrators who are
the much bigger fish we're after and he certainly won't be troubling you
again. I think that a long prison sentence and being placed on the sex
offenders register afterwards for at least 10 years is enough to stop
him. We have tracked down the hackers and I have returned your old Acer
(Pornographer's) laptop, if you load this USB flash drive, watch it and
have a laugh as this is what we've sent them."  The movie showed a girl of
about 12 being shagged by a large cocked schoolboy of similar age when the
girl's face was zoomed into filling out the screen when suddenly her hair
changed into snakes, her face changed into a skull and her eyes lit up with
piercing bright red lights followed by the screen going black except for a
laughing skull in the middle which exploded in a brilliant flash when
Roberta said.  "This is the Medusa virus which only takes seconds to watch,
whoever receives this one will find both their computers and servers
bricked, all you've watched is just the harmless video, trust me, this
one's definitely shut down the hackers and whoever's uploaded those
stories, this calls for a coffee whilst I give Richard a call to change his
password."

Roberta called him using her Iphone without concealing her number enabling
him to know whose calling and after his time at Feltham, there are other
inmates in there who have tried googling him to no avail as to all intents
and purposes he was now truly off the grid, thanks to Roberta's efforts.
Richard answered his Iphone which now has a new phone number asking.  "What
news do you have for me today?"  "Just to change all your passwords and
seeing as you've kept to your side of the bargain I have something for you
but firstly I want you to go out and buy a ticket in tonight's lotto
entering the numbers I will text you."  "I've not heard of that one, what's
the catch?"  "There isn't, trust me, this will change your life and get
your mum the care she deserves."  "OK, if this fails, you owe me the money
for a lottery ticket as I'm not exactly rich."  "Not yet, you're not, just
pop round to your local shop then back home where you'll be picked up by a
blond haired British Airways hostess driving a red E type Jaguar, her
name's Dylanne so get yourself ready with some leisure clothes, tee shirt,
shorts, swimming trunks and a sleeping bag as you've been invited to spend
the weekend on a River Thames island."  "Oh wow, I used to be in the cadets
and come to think of it, I still have my rucksack in my bedroom."  "So
you're used to spending nights under canvas then."  "Sure am and I've got
my D of E."  "She'll pick you up in about an hour," then the call ended.

Dylanne arrived with Richard in her E type and when he got out he certainly
had the appearance of a handsome teenager apart from his dark blond hair
being shorn into a number one buzz cut as per prison regulations with a
lottery ticket in his wallet and very little else.  The meeting at Ellen's
house thankfully was quite informal and very pleasant with the air of a
reunion and thankfully the few years age difference between him and Dylan
just melted away fuelling memories of their pleasant raunchy sleepovers
together.  I arrived shortly with my outdoor gear ready and Ellen ran the
Video of our groups previous times on the island which when it finished
certainly broke any remaining ice between ourselves and him. I saw that he
was really fired up and eager to go when we heard the sound of Vivian's
1968 Highland green Ford Mustang pull up shortly followed by the doorbell
before we set off to the island.

After parking by the college's boathouse and grabbing our rucksacks, we
walked across the college's river frontage which had the grass cut by their
grounds man that day seeing the venerable Countess of Clewer moored waiting
for us and to welcome us aboard was both Vicky and Ryan leaving Justin, our
chief cook and bottle washer on the island preparing our evening meal of
lamb hotpot which he's about to slow cook on the fire pit.  No sooner had
the vessel got under way with the putt putt exhaust note emanating from her
single cylinder Petters diesel engine, there was no doubting that Richard
fell in love with her and certainly liked her interior décor which
partially resembled the 1900 house as the furnishings were really old
school.

He was certainly impressed at the sight of the island as the vessel slowly
entered the backwater seeing Justin stood beside the diving platform, a
perfect example of a young she-male wearing only his black Eyeline nylon
swim briefs who gave him a wave as the vessel slowly passed the diving
platform before rounding the southern tip of the island and berthing at her
usual spot.

I was pleasantly surprised that he really was aware how our group shelter
consisting of British army basha shelter sheets was put together and
erected which told me he's had experience of this before and I daresay
there's likely to have experiences which in due course he will impart to
our group.  I spoke with him on board the Countess when he suddenly erupted
into loud crying and poured his heart out as those few months in Feltham
where the laws of human decency and humanity don't even exist were hell on
earth for him, especially as he was being branded a nonce, targeted and set
upon by whoever could get at him but it was the loneliness which did it,
kept in solitary for his own safety, deprived of human contact, forbidden
from association periods, deprived of his electronic devices which were his
link to the world outside except for a small TV in his cell, an old pocket
transistor radio, books, magazines and newspapers which were all outdated.
Richard was certainly damaged goods having even reached such a low point
that the will to live was now gone. It would take the best brains in the
medical profession to sort him out even if they could and he's a very
talented youngster.

Having brought him to the island, thankfully its pleasant surroundings will
be beneficial to him as its in a nice rural location surrounded by
beautiful countryside, the group shelter was shaded by trees, the grass on
the south green was kept nicely trimmed, the paths and tracks were now well
maintained thanks to the volunteer students from the college who also
maintained the beehives and the Garden of Eden fruit tree had now grown to
the size of a large bush although the old hands like myself, Vivian,
Roberta and Justin from a decade ago lament the passing of the swimming
hole tree and they've erected the diving platform in its place.

I decided to load the video taken of that time whereby he saw just how
carefree we were living swimsuit optional or totally naked and swimming or
skinnydipping in both the backwater and the river. I had seen both Rick and
Justin preparing and cooking our meals when, unaware of the passing time,
Justin alerted us that our evening meals were about to be served when I
went with Richard into the group shelter to retrieve our British Army mess
tins, cutlery and mugs.  It had taken over an hour to cook the hotpot on
the fire pit burning lump charcoal, something which Rick wanted to try
after cooking at numerous barbecues, the fire pit certainly produced a lot
of heat and yet there was no flames, the fire burned so clean it was a
blessing that the large cooking pot was hardly blackened but the down side
is charcoal costs money whereas the wood on the island is free.  They
certainly cooked a nice meal followed by fruit cocktail and British Airways
coffee sweetened with honey and whitened with breast milk. Rick had so much
of their coffee stored on the vessel and Jane still had tons of the stuff
at her house so we're unlikely to run out of the stuff for several years.

I left Richard alone with Roberta on the vessel as she had a number of
things to discuss followed by them joining us for a swim in the
backwater. We had an unwritten rule that anyone either visiting or joining
our group had to perform a swimming competency test which I usually watched
over. Richard certainly looked out of place wearing a black pair of Speedo
endurance aqua short trunks resembling booty shorts or square cut trunks
which he packed out with a large package bulge owing to everyone else
wearing swim briefs which he certainly noticed. I briefed him on the
swimming test before he stepped onto the board, took a short run and
performed a double somersault ending with a dive into the water, he
surfaced and swam a powerful front crawl past the bend in the backwater and
returned using breast stroke, side stroke, back stroke, some of which he
sculled then surfaced dived and came back up with a handful from the bottom
to prove he made it down there which I hadn't asked him to do so there's no
safety concerns with him in the water.  I must say he looked stunning with
his `Tom Daley' like physique with large puffy nipples on his slab like
pectorals and he would certainly look a lot better wearing swim briefs and
asked Vivian to see if he's brought any with him but all he did have in the
boot of his Ford Mustang was a few pairs of bottle green nylon tricot
regulation school netball knickers. Now there's a thought having seen Dylan
out walking their Old English sheepdog wearing just a pair of those netball
knickers with a sports polo shirt along the lane and through the woods with
his mum.

After we exited the water, Richard palled up with Dylan and it soon became
apparent that old flames had been re-ignited as I watched them walk hand in
hand to the south green still wearing only their swimming trunks with
Richard carrying his rolled up Russian Plash Palatka tarp in his hand, a
veteran of his numerous wild camping nights spent out with his mountain
bike. I later learned from Roberta that he hasn't even yet applied for his
driving licence(s), something which I will soon have to get to the bottom
of although I very much suspect it's to do with his finances.  Richard laid
the tarp on the grass followed by them laying down and falling into a
lover's embrace, Richard sensually ran his fingers through Dylan's long
flowing blond locks before lovingly caressing him all over and both their
cocks was as hard as nails spewing out their pre-cum love juices into their
swimsuits. Dylan felt those lovely feelings inside his breasts as his let
down took hold when beads of his breast milk appeared at both his nipples,
Richard saw this and cupped a breast exciting some breast milk to leak onto
his hand which he licked clean savouring its sweet creamy taste for he knew
that this truly was the elixir of love even though it was heavily laced
with gender altering hormones.  To Richard, the fruits from Dylan's breasts
were truly the elixir of love with its nectar of the gods like taste which
the innermost workings of his mind uncannily programmed his breasts to
deliver a liquid not only to correctly nourish him but to also rebalance
his own hormones to start to give him the body he so much desires having
decided to leave his old life behind from the day he walked out of Feltham
and what perfect way to avoid any criminal tasked with ending his life now
that he's already been googled is to morph into a woman when in a few hours
time that ticket which he bought would also be life changing.

Richard smelled those heady scents emanating from Dylan's pussy under his
balls which was leaking profusely into the gusset of his swim briefs
thoroughly soaking them with a huge wet patch and permeating through the
nylon onto his inner thighs when his own rear pussy hole began twitching
and leaking his arse juices as his lust and withdrawal symptoms for a cock
pounding into him took hold with his almost nine inches of red bull can
sized teen boy cock forming a huge log like tent into his nylon lycra
Speedo aqua shorts with a huge wetness owing to his copiously leaking
pre-cum love juices added to by a few gobs which leaked out as his huge
cock twitched when he lowered his aqua shorts whilst Dylan took off his
swim briefs eagerly waiting for his cock to sink into his tight fitting
pussy under his balls when the last time his cock was in there was when he
was 12 during a sleepover when he broke his hymen over three years ago and
even as a 12 year old, Dylan was already shooting good loads of white
spunk. This was when he knew his secret that he was a male hermaphrodite
which he's kept to himself and Dylan uttered a loud sigh as Richard's cock
finally entered him as he started thrusting with a pleasing motion
satisfied at the tight fit and his vaginal muscles working their magic on
his cock giving him the most intense sensations whilst he also drank the
heavenly elixir from his breasts giving him a tremendous crashing
simultaneous orgasm with his squirting fluids plastering his balls and
pubic bush whilst his cock shot spunk like a fire hose and now overcome by
his own orgasm which built up rapidly and flooded Dylan's snatch with a
monster load of spunk after which they lay in their lover's embrace in
deeply satisfying afterglows.

Sensing their impending liaison, Rick filled the US M67 Puffing Billy's
dustbin with water and lit the dripping petrol so by the time they were
finished and walked back naked arm in arm like a pair of lovers carrying
their swimsuits in their hands he was ready to give them their stirrup pump
showers. Meanwhile I was on my Tokyo Spider laptop on board the Countess
ordering Dylan's wiring loom from Thailand and completed another order for
some coloured wire, some of which had a tracer in the Honda colours ready
for when I would be fitting the electrics to Dylan's rat bike Honda.  This
was our last term time visit to the island before the school holidays so
our future visits here would be far more exciting.  They both hand washed
their swimsuits whilst taking their stirrup pump showers and were sat
together on a large log beside the warmth of the charcoal fire which was
also drying off their swimsuits as Justin placed a Billycan of water on the
fire's steel grate to boil and make their cups of British airways honey and
breast milk coffees and now dried off they donned their swimsuits and
boarded the countess just before the lottery was about to be drawn
live. Richard had his ticket ready with a pen and marked each number as it
was drawn when everyone heard the commotion on board the vessel as he
screamed with delight at having won the big one when Dylan embraced him in
a passionate hug planting him with loads of kisses.

The adventures continue.