Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2017 23:19:29 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Mr Bridger part 2

			       Mr. Bridger 2

This is the continuation of the Mr. Bridger story loosely based around the
characters of the 1969 movie `The Italian job,' this is entirely a work of
fiction as indeed are the characters in the movie, Mr. Bridger is a multi
millionaire crime lord who runs his empire from the cell of a British
prison, yet he's allowed out to conduct his business affairs which net the
exchequer millions in the taxes which he pays, some of the characters for
this story have been changed.

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The whole of London's underworld was attending Roger Beckermann's funeral
at Highgate cemetery, Mr. Bridger was driven here straight from prison in
his Rolls Royce accompanied by Marcia & her 2 sons whilst the 3 of us
accompanied the Playland entourage consisting of the manager & loads of
identically dressed teenage boys, Mrs. Beckermann passed the original plans
for the heist in Italy to Charlie Croker & the priest asked Mr. Bridger to
say a few words whereby he delivers his famous speech ending with the
words.

"If you don't come back with the goods, Nellie here will jump right out of
her grave & kick your teeth in," to a resounding cheer from everyone, he
saw a man wearing a light coloured mackintosh & a beige check coloured flat
cap, he asked Charlie Croker who he is, signaled to two of his men & had
the man smartly brought before him, Mr. Bridger said politely but forcibly.

"Sir, you do realize it is not the done thing to be gate crashing a
funeral, you had better start by telling me who you are and if no one here
can verify your story, you are going to be attending your own funeral very
shortly."

"Sir, I am Sean Finn, I came as soon as I got word from Charlie here, I am
a South African Mercenary bush pilot," Mr. Bridger gazed at Charlie asking,
"How do you know this man? & did you invite him."

"Sorry Mr. Bridger, he is after all a very trusted friend from my mercenary
days during the African wars & one of the few I have left now, he can fly
any aeroplane you care to name, he's a good soldier & has many contacts
should you wish to start a war."

"It seems Mr. Finn, I was mistaken about you, perhaps you may care to
enlighten my planner here about any large transport aircraft you may have
at your disposal," he pulled a large wallet containing some photographs out
from his coat pocket, selected one & presented it to both Charlie &
Mr. Bridger saying.

"There, she's a Douglas C74 Globemaster, she's ex US Air force & quietly
parked at a bush airstrip near my home, I bought her shortly after she was
impounded, she's big enough to carry a huge truck or even a tank, I can
offer this aircraft with flight crew at your disposal." Charlie drew in his
breath with astonishment whilst Mr. Bridger said.

"You do pick them; you just look after this flyboy for me."

Charlie gazed intently at the photo of this large aircraft asking. "She's
definitely a nice looking bird, and you're sure she's ready to go if we
need her,"

"She is indeed, she'll just need a lick of paint if she flies into European
airspace though, you know how it is with aircraft, they have to at least
look respectable, you just can't go flying around in an old crate anymore."
Sean was rather economical with the truth on that point knowing the costs
of re-painting such a large aircraft are indeed astronomical. Mr. Bridger
said. "OK Charlie, keep in touch with this pilot as his plane could very
well come in handy."

The day Keith collected the Ariel Arrow motorcycle certainly proved to be a
highly exhilarating ride; this machine had the acceleration of a scalded
cat & almost touched 80 miles per hour along the A40 by the Polish war
memorial with the pair of us on the machine, this really was a fast bike
for its size, it handled well & stuck to the road like a leech on corners,
so much so that showers of sparks erupted as the centre stand ground the
tarmac as Keith took corners with the machine banked right over, they
arrived with the machine at Marcia's house & Kriss opened the front door
saying.

"Mum wants you to keep the bike parked in the garage."

They wheeled the machine into the garage & saw a British racing green Mini
Cooper S with Barry stood next to it talking to Marcia who was sat in the
driver's seat, we gazed over this little car when she got out saying.

"Right boys, Mr. Bridger wants you all to learn to drive this Mini Cooper,
we only have a few weeks in which all 3 of you must be able to drive this
car as good as a rally driver. Firstly, all 3 of you are flying out to Rome
on the Alitalia flight in the morning, your mission is to collect as much
information on `Enalotto' we are particularly interested in as much of the
draw history which you bring back as this is very important for Mr. Bridger
& please remember what he said about Aunt Nellie & don't for god's sake
come back empty handed."

She gave us maps & guide books of the city, the address where we're staying
& the name of our guide for the duration of our stay, we would be relying
on him a lot as none of us spoke Italian, sex with the Playland customers
was now on the back burner & from now on we only had each other, Marcia
obviously knew this & called us into her bedroom one at a time to not only
shag the pants off both her & the twins, they would also be thrusting their
cocks into our pussy holes.  We entered her bedroom & the twins stripped us
totally naked, all 3 of us laid on her huge bed & were straddled, Kriss
straddled Keith, Kelly straddled myself leaving their mum to straddle
Barry, just hearing the sounds of all our moans, mewling & dirty expletives
was sheer music to our ears, by now Barry had become used to the taste of
breast milk & there was certainly plenty of it flowing during that session,
Barry's cock was the first one to unload his spunk which only took him a
couple of minutes, now they changed positions with him bent over holding
onto the end of the bed whilst Marcia lubed him up & slowly fed her
monstrously huge cock inside his pussy hole.  Barry was squealing like a
pig as she slowly pushed inside him until she was balls inside him, she
took a long rest which fortunately paid off during which her love juices
squirted into him several times & her juices ran out of her pussy down her
legs. By now the entire room was smelling of sex, boy smells & cum, she
slowly thrust into him holding him by the hips uttering, "Go on boy, take
my spunk," she was building up to her simultaneous orgasms, breast milk was
running down her chest, her clitoris erupted with cum, her vaginal fluids
gushed out all over her legs & huge fire hose like blasts of hot spunk
hosed into Barry's chute & leaked back out past her cock, Both the twins
screamed as our spunk flooded inside their pussy holes, their engorged
breasts suddenly squirted some milk out like water pistols & their cocks
blasted spunk everywhere, we quickly changed positions & all our cocks
remained hard, the twins lubed us up, pushed their cocks inside us & thrust
into our pussy holes, we all lasted a bit longer this time but my orgasm
came on again like an express train blasting spunk everywhere, my wildly
clenching pussy hole tortured Kelly's cock & within seconds, all of his cum
& juices erupted at once as hot spunk gushed inside me whilst plastering
his legs with cum & vaginal fluids, he screamed his head off throughout his
highly intense orgasms which was soon followed by his twin brother
exploding with cum & juices as Keith's cock shot spunk everywhere.  It had
been a tremendously intense session, now we all had to take good long
showers & prepare for our impending flight & mission to Rome.

Marcia drove us to London's Heathrow airport where we boarded the Alitalia
Boeing 707 flight to Rome where we were met by Luigi, a 17 year old youth
who drove us to our flat in his little Fiat 600D Multipla & we just about
managed to cram our luggage into his tiny car, after getting changed into
our sheer white linen summer trousers which exposed our tiny nylon bikini
briefs with the shape & skin colour of our legs through the material in the
strong sunlight & sheer white nylon tee shirts showing our entire upper
torsos to perfection.  He took us to a small restaurant where we had pizzas
watered down with glasses of Chianti for lunch, then onto the city's
library where we studied the newspapers thankful that he was with us to
show us the relevant pages, after some hours, we managed to collate almost
a years worth of the draw history into our square ruled exercise books, but
we needed a lot more time than this, with the library now closing, he took
us to the Vatican city to St Peter's square, I felt that we really should
give him a treat in the best traditions of Australia, Luigi went & bought a
large bag of shrimps whilst we went scouring around peoples rubbish to find
the items to construct a barbecue from an old huge pan & a fine mesh grate
which was stood on top of a large empty cooking oil drum, a bag of charcoal
& a bottle of meths to light the charcoal, we now had our barbecue alight &
cooking shrimps right in the middle of St Peter's square, It was home from
home, those lovely cooking smells together with the burning charcoal
attracted quite a large crowd around us, as the shrimps cooked, we tucked
into them & gave a few to some kids who wanted more, this truly was a very
enjoyable meal which Luigi loved & gorged himself on shrimps. He brought
along a bottle of Lambrusco wine which we drank from the bottle, there was
a murmer from the tourists who took hold of their cameras ready to take
photos as the Pope & his entourage came out from St Peter's basilica
towards us, no doubt obviously attracted by the smells of the barbecue,
they stopped right in front of us, their noses taking in those lovely
heavenly scents of barbecued shrimps then he gesticulated his hand giving
us the sign of the cross whilst he spoke in Italian before they returned to
St Peters.

I said. "Looks like our stay in Rome is indeed a memorable one, especially
as the Pope has come out to give us the sign of the cross."

Luigi said. "It's not what you think, he says. `You! Take your barbecue,
and your mates and get the hell out of here before I call the cops," we
heard the sounds of police car sirens & Luigi panicked shouting. "Run, it's
the Carabinieri!"

We ran like rabbits losing ourselves in the crowd & finally made our way
back to his car leaving the local kids to finish off our shrimps & they
didn't even leave one for the Carabinieri sergeant; this was indeed a most
enjoyable meal in the best of Australian traditions with the added
excitement of a police chase.

Later that evening, Luigi took us to a favourite swimming spot on the River
Tiber at a sandy riverside beach at Ponte Sant' Angelo, with the hot
weather, the beach was packed with families & children although the water
didn't look very clean, nevertheless it was indeed refreshing to swim in
this river especially as this was the first time we swam in open water
since leaving Australia, the river has been a popular bathing spot since
Roman times & the Roman legions have swam here which really does beg the
question of how long have people been swimming?"  We certainly needed a
good long shower afterwards & I sat at a table to start preparing the
graphs which took me well into the night which even at that hour was still
hot & when we went to bed, we only had a single sheet covering us.  Luigi
cooked our breakfasts the following morning after which we worked on the
graphs till noon, he took us swimming at a nearby outdoor swimming pool &
we were glad to be swimming in the clear cooling waters of the pool. We all
wore our blue Boy's town speedos & met up with a blond haired American boy
called Brett from a US air force base who thought we were from the USA, he
became astounded when we told him we were from Sydney, Australia. He was
your typical American boy with blond crew cut hair of about the same size &
age as us wearing a pair of Ocean pacific swim briefs, he was of an
athletic muscular build gained by hours of swim team training & the one
thing which stood out was his large nipples & breast buds on his sun
bronzed body, he hit on Keith straight away when they started talking about
aircraft, especially to a mad about aeroplanes American youngster.  He
invited Keith to see his folks which turned out to be a ploy to separate
him from us which certainly proved to be an advantage when he said to him.

"I see that your swimsuit doesn't hide your cock very well," Keith looked
at him, then his bulge which was now fully hard & barely contained inside
his swimming trunks, he led Keith to a changing cubicle & once inside they
embraced each other grinding their bulges into each other as Keith started
voraciously sucking on his nipples, the youngster was moaning as sensations
coursed through his body, he untied Keith's trunks & gripped his huge cock,
the sight of which fuelled him into a frenzy of lust as Brett was sporting
a monstrously fat 9 inch cock, Keith bent him over the seat, spat on his
cock & slowly pushed his huge cock inside him which went straight in right
to his balls, this told him that this boy was indeed no stranger to taking
man sized cocks up him, especially as he was sporting one himself. He
started thrusting slowly until the boy quickly demanded he gave it to him
hard, Keith slammed into him rapidly & forcefully gave him the hardest fuck
he's ever given to anyone, he held him by the hips, massaged his nipples,
kneaded his balls & mercilessly slammed his cock into him, within seconds
Brett shot over a dozen powerful jets of spunk without touching his cock &
he still remained hard, a few minutes later he shot another load again,
this time with his hole clenching onto Keith's cock as he blasted such a
huge load into him, he gasped & sighed with every single hot gush flooding
into him, Keith had certainly filled him right up & they put their trunks
back on, they kissed each other passionately & he left the cubicle leaving
Keith sitting there in the huge afterglow of satisfaction whilst Brett, who
loves having his swimming trunks filled with spunk walked to the other side
of the pool with a satisfying tingle in his huge nipples & an ever
enlarging wet spot on the front of his trunks owing to the after leakage
from his cock & a huge wetness at the seat of his trunks where spunk was
running out from his pussy hole through the material of his swimming trunks
& dripping onto the pool surround with a smile of satisfaction on his face
happy in the knowledge of his sexual conquest & Keith rejoining the others
with a huge wet spot in his speedos with his cock still tingling from
having sex & leaking out his after leakage.  Before the week finished,
Brett spent every night with us in the flat & gave us the most raunchy sex
imaginable, during the day, he helped us out with the graphs & we didn't
have to tell him what they were for as he knew immediately & it truly was a
godsend having him with us, by the end of the week we had not only finished
the graphs, he also worked out the sequence of draws for the next three
months, this boy's brain was even more clever & devious than mine, we
exchanged names & addresses & he saw us off at the airport on our Alitalia
flight to London, little did we know that Mr. Bridger's private jet would
have to mount another rescue mission.

We returned to Gerrards Cross & showed Marcia the work we've done, I
explained the graphs to her & showed her Brett's prediction sequences, she
was indeed impressed that we have indeed cracked probably the world's most
difficult lottery simply owing to the fact that just one ball is drawn from
separate machines in each of six towns, what tends to happen is that the
same number could be drawn twice thereby ruling out any big wins but
instead rolling over and over until someone wins a huge fortune running
into possibly billions, a win like that would certainly be of considerably
interest to Mr. Bridger as he would be walking away from the Italians with
more money than even the Great train robbery of 1963 and there's nothing
they could do about it, we were told to go and buy tickets on our next
visit to Italy by Mr. Bridger himself during one of his phone calls.  It
now came down to driver training in the Mini Cooper, it truly astounded us
that this tiny car with its 1275cc BMC `A' series 4 cylinder transverse
mounted engine was so fast & maneuverable unlike cars which I have drove
previously, the ignition key only turned on the electrics, starting the
engine was by pressing a button on the floor, I was astounded by the leg
room in the front owing to the absence of a gearbox and propshaft tunnel up
front, the seating position was low to the ground which accentuated the
sensation of speed yet as I became more confident in driving this car, it
cornered well & stuck to the road like a leech, after a few days of driving
on the roads & us becoming proficient at driving this car, our attention
was turned to driving at a nearby disused airfield.  The perimeter track
was ideal as there were a couple of sharp bends with a chicane which could
be driven through at speed both ways, this time only one of us drove the
car with Mack, our instructor & a retired racing driver who now runs a
driving school, our driving progressed to trying for the quickest lap times
in both directions which we had to do both in the dry & on days when it was
pouring with rain, after 3 weeks, we were as good as we were ever going to
get at driving this car.

Each week, Marcia checked the Italian newspaper for the `Enalotto' results
& I was only managing to crunch either 3 or 4 numbers, their lottery
definitely was a real tough nut to crack compared to Tattslotto, there had
also been no big wins which appealed to Mr. Bridger especially as the top
prize was continually rolling over to astronomical amounts, he called
Marcia some time later who asked me to speak to him over the phone & he
simply said.

"I'm bringing in Professor Peach on this one, I want you to turn your
graphs over to him & give him every assistance possible, between the pair
of you, we should have this thing cracked, he will come and collect you
tomorrow morning at 8 am sharp."

This threw a new perspective on the graphs, they were all my own work, I
was truly proud of having cracked Tattslotto, but Mr. Bridger was the boss,
he's the best in the business, a multi millionaire with his own private
airliner & a chauffeur driven Rolls Royce whereas Professor Peach is his
computer expert, I would therefore have to trust him, we would have to
trust each other to get the job done, I needed to clear my head, asked
Keith for his crash helmet & took the Ariel Arrow motorcycle out for a
spin.  As I rode along the A40 towards Beaconsfield, I opened the throttle
& the bike accelerated like a rocket through third gear until it reached 70
mph when I changed it up into top, this bike was so precise, it went well,
cornered well & stopped well, I pulled into a lay by, parked the machine &
lit up a smoke whilst watching the traffic go by, there were some cars
which caught my eye but the one which stood out this day was a Ford MK1
Lotus Cortina, this 2 door car was white with the classic British racing
green tapered stripe along the sides, Lotus badges at the rear sides of the
car & the classic `Ban the bomb' tail lights, I have seen pictures of these
cars in magazines & now I was looking at one.  When I finished my smoke, I
restarted the bike & rode back to Marcia's house, threw off my clothes &
went in the pool for a swim soon to be joined by Barry as Keith rode away
on the motorcycle to post some air letters at the post office.  Both Kriss
& Kelly dived in & swam a few lengths then gave us our loving embraces,
untied the cords on all our speedos, took them off & threw them on the side
so now we were skinny dipping, we continued our embrace as they guided our
mouths onto their breasts to give us another drink of their delicious
tasting breast milk & pushing our rock hard cocks into their vaginas
underwater.  Having sex in a heated swimming pool is without doubt an
unbelievable experience & these 2 certainly gave both Barry & I an
unforgettable session followed by them pounding into our teen boy pussy
holes with their huge cocks making for a truly awesome experience when they
filled our chutes up with unbelievably huge amounts of hot teenage spunk
whilst we were both mouthing off filthy dirty expletives at our second
orgasms as more of our teenage spunk gushed into the water, but that wasn't
all what came out of them, we saw the clouded water around their vaginas,
milky white globs in the water & streaks which ran down their chests, they
both had vaginal eruptions underwater & breast milk running out of their
huge bullet like nipples.  We had the most amazing afterglows afterwards,
so much so that we just lay on our towels on the grass in our lovers
embraces kissing & cuddling, we thought we heard the motorcycle return but
didn't take any notice, as it turns out, Keith was naked in bed with Marcia
having the most unbelievable sex with her, the first we saw of him was when
he walked out naked to the pool with his cock dripping his after leakages
of spunk & leaving a trail of Marcia's spunk as he walked running out from
his boy pussy hole,

I had to have a shower, get changed with a change of clothes & overnight
bag, grab my newly bought calf leather briefcase embossed with my initials
in gold leaf containing the exercise books for the drive in Mr. Bridger's
chauffeur driven Rolls Royce to Professor Peache's residence in Norfolk
which entailed several hours driving during which I fell asleep in the back
of the car lulled by the smooth drive & the smells of the finest polished
leather & woodwork, the purr of its engine was barely noticeable, I felt
like a smartly dressed prince wearing a tailored Saville Row suit, a white
shirt made of the finest Japanese silk sporting a red tie with a black
shiny jet black spider emblem with the Japanese rising sun emblem on its
back, I would later become familiar with this logo from the world famous
`Tokyo Spider corporation', a Japanese computer, electronics &
telecommunications company headquartered in Tokyo.  Underneath the clothes
I wore the finest silk Japanese made skimpy white briefs with stockings &
suspenders plus a white Japanese silk garment resembling a girl's training
bra Marcia whispered into my ear saying.

"You will really get to like these, they're made of the finest Japanese
silk & they are normally worn by schoolgirls in Japan," OMG, it felt so
naughty to be wearing girlie underwear & my cock must have been rock hard
for most of the journey, especially the way the fine silk teased the head
of my cock when it pushed through the foreskin by itself which was
constantly twitching & leaking pre-cum into the silk briefs. The thoughtful
driver placed a box of tissues on the seat beside me & now I needed them
like there was no tomorrow as those feelings built up inside my balls, my
cock was the hardest its ever been in my life & the tip became so sensitive
added to which my erect nipples were straining against the silk teasing
amazing sensations in my balls & feeling like a chest orgasm, I quickly
unzipped the fly, got my cock out & grabbed a handful of tissues just as
huge jets of spunk started to blast out of my cock into the tissues, within
seconds, the smell of my spunk was wafting around the car followed by the
driver asking.

"Is everything all right there in the back? I was like a rabbit caught in
the headlights of a car with almost 8 inches of hugely fat teenage cock
which seemed to have grown in a recent growth spurt sticking out of my
trousers covered in tissues smelling of spunk, I said. "Stop the car so I
can clean this lot up," he looked at me with a smile on his face & the car
pulled into a layby.  I got out of the car, opened the boot & picked out
another pair of those white silk briefs & changed into them as the ones I
wore were soaked with pre-cum from my cock & the remaining after leakage, I
got back into the car & we drove until we finally arrived at Professor
Peache's residence, a fine Georgian mansion set in extensive grounds which
included a disused RAF airfield with the runway still kept
maintained. Parked nearby was a Japan Air Lines cargo Boeing 707 aircraft
near to the hanger, I seriously began to wonder about the size of
Mr. Bridger's organization & what else he was into.  I was led into the
house with my luggage taken to my bedroom by his Butler & OMG, I had a
historic 4 poster bed all to myself with the finest Japanese silk sheets, I
would also have to try & observe a rich person's living etiquette which
being a commoner, I knew nothing about, fortunately, Jones, the butler
would mentor myself with those skills.

Jones led me to the dining hall which wouldn't look out of place in a
palace; the hall resembled a medieval great hall with its gothic oak beams,
crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the long dining table was made
from a single plank of oak 4 centuries ago & was highly polished with the
finest silverware & cutlery gracing the table, I really had to watch my
table manners in this place.  Seated at the head of the table was
Mr. Bridger himself, to his right was Mr. Suzuki, an immaculately dressed
Japanese gentleman who happened to be the CEO of the Tokyo Spider
Corporation & also present were the airliner's flight crew, Professor Peach
himself, Charlie Croker, Mr. Bridger's right hand man & Sean Finn, the
mercenary pilot.  After introductions, Jones served the starter from a
trolley & I felt all eyes boring into me especially as I was only a
schoolboy. Mr. Bridger spoke to Mr. Suzuki who was fluent in English.

"Charles, my young man here, (I gave a nod) has collated a formula
regarding lotteries both in Australia & Italy, the purpose of our visits is
to feed this information into this fine gentleman's newly installed
computer system which will then produce a set of numbers based on
probabilities & sequences, he has actually managed to work out a
mathematical formula without the aid of any computer which has successfully
got excellent results with the lottery in Australia."

Professor Peach spoke. "I feel confident that with this new computer
system, we could very well crack the world's lotteries thereby rendering
the art of robbing banks a thing of the past," the entire table roared with
laughter.  After the meal was finished, Professor Peach led us to the
computer room, the computer itself was huge, a mass of electronics, wires,
transistors &c all built into a painted steel framework, a smaller room
housed a desk with a TV screen monitor, keyboard & a printer, this thing
was awesome to say the least, it hummed & made a variety of other noises &
the Tokyo Spider maker's plate was proudly displayed on the frame. I was
gazing in awe at the world's most modern computer, I handed my exercise
books to the professor who programmed it & loaded the Tattslotto
information into the machine, within seconds the numbers were printed off
for the forthcoming Saturday draw, he handed them to Mr. Suzuki who
immediately sent a telex to his offices in Melbourne instructing his
importer to go and buy a ticket.  The next item on the agenda was the
Italian Enalotto. Mr. Suzuki immediately saw that this lottery was more
difficult to crack; nevertheless, the professor loaded the information from
the exercise books which took marginally longer & printed off the numbers,
Mr. Suzuki said. "I will fly to Rome tomorrow to buy a ticket."

There was a Japanese schoolgirl sat at the dinner table throughout the meal
who remained quiet although she kept looking at me, her uniform somewhat
resembled a sailor suit, when I went to my room for the night, she was sat
on the queen sized double bed waiting for me, she got up & started kissing
& hugging me which made me very horny indeed, my cock became fully hard
inside my silk Japanese underwear & started leaking lots of pre-cum, so
much so, I felt a couple of squirts from my cock which soaked my
underwear. She ground into my cock & I was in for one hell of a surprise,
she too had one hell of an enormous cock nearly as big as Marcia's which
was tenting out her skirt & I smelled her scents from her leaking
pussy. OMG, this teenage girl was unbelievable, she took off all my clothes
& carefully put them aside all neatly folded, them stripped all her clothes
off. Her breasts were huge for a girl of her age, I unclipped her bra which
had pads inside the cups exposing her huge nipples which had white globs of
breast milk leaking out, her cock had to be almost a foot long with a small
pair of balls, I learned that she's what's known in Japan as a futanari,
she was indeed a hermaphrodite.  I ravenously drunk the milk from her
breasts which made her cock even harder & was sticking right out, she was
leaking fluids from both her cock & her pussy which trickled down her
legs. We got onto the bed & she straddled me in the cowgirl position
feeding my cock into her pussy & she rode me with a lovely rhythm which
done the most amazing things to my cock whilst hers waved up & down like a
wand leaking her juices onto my chest. She pinched & massaged my nipples
which stood out from large pointed breast buds & they were really sensitive
sending jolts to my balls which were brewing up a huge load of spunk to
fill her pussy with & it didn't take long either. My orgasm was so intense,
I was screaming & writhing on the bed as jet after jet of hot teenage spunk
flooded into her, I had shot what must be the biggest load in my entire
life & she was uttering loud sighs as each squirt went inside her, her cock
also squirted out huge hose like blasts hitting me in the face & leaving a
huge pool of exotic sweet tasting fluids on my chest. Never in my wildest
dreams have I ever seen a cock shoot so much spunk, I was literally
drenched in the stuff.  It wasn't over by a long chalk as she directed me
to lie across the bed whilst she stood beside the bed, placed my legs onto
her shoulders & slowly fed her soaking wet cock into my boy pussy hole
which had previously taken Marcia's monstrously huge cock, her cock was
slightly thinner than Marcia's & still huge by anyone's standards. She went
in smoothly even though she took the greatest of care not to hurt me, she
plowed in & out with a nice steady rhythm sometimes lying forward to stroke
my nipples with the palms of her hands which were sticking out erect whilst
I scooped her leaking breast milk with my hand.  Her cock was definitely
massaging a love button inside me, my cock was so hard, the head was
tingling like crazy & twitching powerfully, my balls were churning up
another load as my spunk was running out from her pussy together with her
juices down her legs, I felt another huge load brew up inside my balls &
shot several jets of spunk out like a fountain which went everywhere, she
tensed up as a huge gush of fluids erupted from her pussy & OMG, every
single one of her spunk blasts was so huge & hot, it was awesome, so much
so, the feelings of fullness were likened to busting for a big shit, her
cock just kept hosing into me & when there was no more room to take her
massive load, it just kept pouring out back past her cock, finally her cock
was drained & when she pulled out, shit loads of her cum ran out from my
hole & just kept coming, I had to go & sit on the toilet until it all came
out & even after that, the remainder of her spunk still leaked out of my
hole whilst I lay in bed with her that night drinking her breast milk from
her breasts.  For her to shoot a huge load like that must have really
drained the life force out of her, I came back to the bed to see her naked
form lying there sleepily, she got up & lit 2 cigarettes, passed me one
whilst she placed hers into her long cigarette holder, to watch her smoking
was very sexy indeed, when we finished our cigarettes, we got into the bed
cuddling each other under the bedclothes experiencing the sensual caress of
finest Japanese silk sheets on our bodies which also excited both our cocks
as they sensually brushed against the material leaking out more pre-cum
until we fell asleep.

Sean was due to fly back to South Africa shortly knowing that within weeks
his Douglas C74 Skymaster badly needs a paint job which costs a fortune, he
also required another person to operate the throttles knowing he would have
both hands on the yoke during take off, he quietly asked the professor to
run the Enalotto programme for the following Saturday, the programme was
run & the numbers printed off, his next question was to Mr. Bridger,
knowing he couldn't very well go asking him for another pilot, he asked
him.

"Do you know of any youngsters who are mad on aeroplanes who'll be free in
the holidays to give me a hand with some things on the aircraft for a South
African holiday into the bargain?"

"Now that you ask me, yes I do know a kid, highly adventurous too, has
compulsive wanderlust with a history of stowing away on aircraft, you
really ought to watch him as you may find him stowed away on yours one
day," Sean burst out laughing saying. "That'll be the day, he's welcome on
board anytime, I would hate to have to knock him out & throw him
overboard."

"I'll give him a call & have my driver collect him," he placed the call to
Marcia's residence, she took the call answering.

"Hi Mr. Bridger, what brings you to call at this late hour?

"One of my team members wants a youngster to help him with a few things on
his aircraft for which he would have a nice holiday & get to do some real
flying." I thought of Keith as it would be right up his street. "Can you
please bring him to the phone? She went to fetch him from the double bed he
was sharing with Kriss totally naked with his rock hard cock buried inside
Kriss's female pussy, she knocked on the door & opened it slightly saying.

"Keith, hurry up & get out of bed, Mr. Bridger's on the phone wanting to
speak to you, come as you are." He came out of the room totally naked with
his huge cock fully hard dripping his love juices; she took his cock into
her mouth cleaning off the leaking liquids saying. "I won't have you
leaking your cock onto my nice clean carpets," he picked up the receiver
saying whilst Marcia was slowly wanking his cock keeping it nice & hard
ready to plant back into Kriss's vagina.

"Hi Mr. Bridger, what news do you have for me tonight?"

"How would you like a flying holiday in South Africa, all expenses paid?"

"Oooh ripper, that would be great, when can I go?"

"My car will collect you tomorrow & you will fly out with Mr. Finn the
pilot, have your passport & suitcase ready."

"I'll do that right away, will that be all?"

"My driver will collect you around lunchtime," then the call ended, Keith
returned to the bedroom & resumed shagging Kriss with his rock hard cock
thankful that his mum kept it hard for him, he had very little sleep that
night as most of it was spent having sex with Kriss. By morning, the whole
bedroom reeked of boy smells, cigarette smoke & sex, he lost count of how
many times they shot their loads off during the night not to mention how
many times Kriss's vagina gushed out in torrents, the sheets were soaked
with their fluids & reeked to high heaven, they were so tired that they
just turned over in bed until Marcia burst into the room & dragged him out
of bed shouting. "Hurry up, have your quick shower & get dressed now,
Mr. Finn is waiting for you downstairs."

I thought I would have a lovely night's sleep with the Japanese
hermaphrodite schoolgirl, she insisted we both slept naked & what should
have been a blissful night's sleep turned into an all night orgy of
sex. Not even some of the Bondi lifeguards were anywhere near this bitch in
terms of endurance, her body was almost muscled like a well developed boy,
no doubt owing to the amounts of whatever training she does which must be
somewhere near that of an Olympic athlete & yet, we both blew off our loads
into each other & she certainly quenched my thirst with her breast milk.  I
spent the following morning going over the exercise books with Professor
Peach & Mr. Suzuki his Japanese computer rep, who initiated me into the
pleasures of Sake, a traditional alcoholic beverage made from rice or more
commonly known as rice wine. This stuff was certainly very strong by wine
standards yet it certainly had a unique exotic flavour, within minutes I
felt the warm alcohol coursing through my body even though it was only a
small measure, I daren't ask for another glass as judging by the
Professor's gaze, he certainly didn't want me drunk.  After lunch we went
to the computer room & the Professor loaded the prepared punch cards into
the machine which made all sorts of noises amidst its background humming
noise, it then printed out a roll of paper which he gazed over before
writing out a series of numbers and gave them to me, I was driven back to
Marcia's house, quickly packed, taken to London's Heathrow airport to catch
the Alitalia flight to Rome where I was met by Luigi who took me to a
nearby shop & bought an Enalotto ticket, I remained in Rome for the weekend
for the Saturday draw & Luigi would check the winning numbers when they
were published in the newspapers. True to form that ticket won the big one
& Luigi drove me in his little Fiat 600D Multipla to cash it in. What
should have been a simple affair turned out to be nothing short of an
inquisition, their security manager checked my passport, driving licence,
birth certificate & had them photographed, finally the manager came to me
all apologetic, passed over the banker's cheque & shook my hand
congratulating me for the win.  On reflection, when they're giving you a
cheque which exceeds the amount stolen during the Great train robbery of
1963, one can understand the verification processes which comes with such a
huge win, it's not every day a British schoolboy walks out with almost 10
million quid in his pocket.  The next phase was the flight to Geneva on the
Monday to deposit the cheque into Mr. Bridger's Swiss bank account together
with his letter of instruction to express transfer some of that money into
Mr. Finn's aviation business account in South Africa, as soon as his
bankers notify him that the funds are there, work could begin on the
Douglas C74 Globemaster.

Keith arrived at Cape Town with Mr. Finn; waiting outside the airport was a
Humber super snipe car with his driver who drove them to his beach front
house where he slept for a day. The following morning they flew in his
private twin engined Beech 18 to the airfield where the Globemaster is
parked, it certainly looked weather beaten and the US air force livery
certainly was faded, Keith's immediate thoughts were. `Is this old crate
safe to fly?'  Mechanics were still working on the aircraft when they
arrived & had it ready for the flight to Cape Town for its paint job, there
was no doubting that this was indeed a huge plane. They entered the
aircraft & climbed up into the flight deck which looked about 3 storeys off
the ground, there were dials, levers, knobs & instruments everywhere, there
was no doubting that a full crew would be required on the flight deck,
right now there was just the pair of them until a Land Rover pulled up
beside the plane & a man old enough to be Keith's grandfather wearing his
old RAF tropical bush shirt & shorts entered with his flight bag & finally
sat at the flight engineer's station who introduced himself as Sandy Young.

The aircraft now came to life with lights, dials &c working as electricity
flowed through the miles of wiring which made up its circuits whilst both
Sandy & Mr. Finn called out a whole host of checks between them as he spoke
over the radio which gave him the clearance to start the engines &
taxi. The left inboard engine started first after the propeller rotated
through several revolutions before the huge Pratt & Whitney R4360 Wasp
major `Corn cob' engine fired up belching out huge clouds of blue smoke
from its 28 cylinders. It seemed as though it took forever & a day for the
other 3 engines to start & with all 4 running, the whole aircraft was
momentarily engulfed in fog like clouds of blue smoke which soon
cleared. Sandy said. "It's been 7 years since we last flew this old crate,
those were the days, especially keeping out of the sight of those migs,
between you & me, I never thought I would see her take to the skies again,
you must have landed one hell of a lucrative contract."

"It's certainly a good one, it's a job in Italy which will certainly pay
well, the old girl's going to need a few gallons of paint to look
respectable over there which is a shame as it's probably her last job, oh
it'll be nothing like the scrapes she's got us out of, after all she's only
going to be a flying truck albeit with a rather valuable cargo."

"What about you lad, aren't you a bit young to be sitting in the first
officer's seat, you must be about 15, what's your part in all this?"

"I'll be just a driver; we've been practicing driving mini coopers." The
aircraft taxied to the runway & lined up, Sean put the engines through the
power checks whilst Sandy watched the flight engineer's panel with hawk
like eyes then he finally said. "We're good to go." Sean pushed the
throttles slowly forward & the huge aircraft started rolling then he
firewalled the throttles where Keith had to take over & watch the 4
tachometers at the same time & make any corrections to any differences by
moving whatever throttle lever would raise or lower an engine's RPM. Sean
called this `Balancing the throttles,' it took all of Keith's concentration
to do this with all 4 engines bellowing out a loud roar whilst the huge
aircraft accelerated down the runway with the whole plane literally shaking
itself apart with all the vibration & sounding like an earthquake at the
same time as well as kicking up huge clouds of dust. The aircraft gently
lifted off the runway & went into a gentle climb with a smooth flight, a
few minutes later, Sandy passed out the mugs of tea just as the aircraft
turned & banked for the flight to the paint shop.  The flight to Cape Town
was uneventful & in many ways Keith fell in love with this grand old lady
of the skies which could easily see out its final days just flying cargo
all over the country, instead it was being prepared for the adventure of a
lifetime flying what must amount to tons of ill gotten loot from under the
noses of the Italians. Sean was the man to do it, the aircraft was
definitely right for the job & with it back down on the ground, Keith's
stay in South Africa was coming to an end as he was booked on the morning
South African Airways flight to London, but not before having a brilliant
raunchy last night in Cape Town with Sean's servant boys.

Marcia drove me in her Jaguar leaving me at a public car park with the
rucksack containing the poncho hoochie basha kit with kit for an overnight
camp out, instructions on where to set up the hoochie basha hide about a
half mile from the prison & to flash a morse code message after dark. I
walked along the track drawn out on a map with an Ordnance Survey map to
refer to, once there, I scanned the area looking at the prison, then
entered the woods to set up my hide for the night, I had certainly done an
excellent job of camouflaging it, a lot better than outside the Boys Town
school. One end was up against a fallen tree, the entrance was covered with
a camouflage net & the whole hide was covered in leaves, it was that good,
someone could easily walk into it, the groundsheet & sleeping bag were laid
out inside, a battery powered alarm clock was set to go off at a quarter to
midnight, I had Keith's watch with me & I would flash the message at
midnight, I just lay there listening to a pocket transistor radio through
an earpiece until I dozed off.  The piercing noise of the alarm clock woke
me up although my mind took a few moments for the fog to clear when it
became clear that I had a message to send. I crept out from my shelter hide
basha, crept to the edge of the woods & lay down watching the buildings
through a telescope.  The luminous markings on Keith's Waltham A11
navigator hack watch shone clearly through the darkness reinforcing my
decision to hopefully track one down from a military surplus dealer, as the
hands approached the bewitching hour of midnight, my gaze on the buildings
became more focused through the telescope when a light suddenly shone, it
wasn't much, just someone striking a match & holding it down at an angle
whilst lighting a fag to extract the brightest light from the match before
it burned his fingers.  My instructions were to flash V E 4 times & wait
for a second match to be lit, I flashed the letters & waited for the second
lighting of a match & sure enough it came, seeing a lighted match at that
distance would have been difficult without the aid of the telescope, I
flashed the arranged message & waited. I could just about make out the glow
when whoever it was took a good long pull on his fag as I could barely make
out the glow which was the signal that the message was received, I couldn't
get into my hide fast enough & zipped up inside my sleeping bag hoping to
god my signaling wasn't spotted or the entire woods would soon be crawling
with coppers. I must have spent the next hour at least with my ears pricked
up to the slightest sound hoping to god there were wasn't the sound of
someone disturbing the leaves as he walked through the woods. Keith had
demonstrated the `Ghost walk' back at Boys Town as we crept through the
trees to make our shelter, it was simply someone's outer edge of his foot
contacting the ground first, then rolling onto the rest of the sole of his
foot, the worrying factor would be an ex forces copper creeping through the
woods unheard unless he was unlucky enough to crack a twig.  I dozed off to
a totally undisturbed night & slept right through until the alarm sounded
at 8am, throughout the night it had been pitch black inside the shelter
hide, now some light came in through the camouflage netting & it was time
to get up, strike camp & cook my breakfast on a British Army hexamine
cooker, I lit the fuel tablet & emptied a small tin of baked beans & pork
sausages into the larger of the 2 British army mess tins whilst the smaller
one contained the water for my cup of tea made with a teabag, powdered milk
& sugar from a sachet. The aroma of the burning fuel tablet was wafting all
around, this was the second time I was smelling hexamine & it never ceased
to amaze me how the priests never caught a wiff of it the first time from
under the trees at Boys Town when we made a mug of hot soup in the middle
of the night.  With my breakfast inside me, it was time to make my way to
the car park to Marcia's waiting Jaguar & I became highly relieved to
finally sit inside her car for the drive home having spent quite an
enjoyable night camped out in a British wood.  Mr. Bridger had a note
passed to him concealed underneath the plate containing his breakfast, he
read the note & a huge smile came to his face, it simply read, `The eggs
are in the basket.'

Marcia's Jaguar pulled into the drive & stopped by the front door, she let
us in & saw the note on the telephone, Kriss took the message that morning
which read. `Please call me at 6 pm your time giving an Italian phone
number, urgent, Brett.' Marcia asked, "Any of you boys know anything about
this?" Keith replied. We met up with Brett during our visit to Rome & he
helped us with collating the information regarding the Italian lottery, he
drew up the graphs & worked out the predictions of draws for the next 3
months; that kid is a lot cleverer than Charlie."  "If he's as good as you
say he is, we really need him working with Professor Peach on this one, I
have to assume he's going to require an urgent flight here, I'll call the
flight crew & have them on standby," she made a number of calls and
said. "I'll have to go without the boss on this one as it's too soon after
the last job & I'll need Keith to come with us."  The phone rang about 2
hours later with the pilot on the phone telling Marcia the Comet would be
ready for the flight around 8 pm & said to me. "Charlie, I want you to
remain in the house with the boys till I return & one of you must stay
within earshot of the phone at all times, I must get ready," she gave each
one of us a long kiss & a hug with a good feel up of our cocks through our
trousers into the bargain & she was rock hard with wet panties.  Brett
called at 6 on the dot asking to be collected from Celone San Nicola
disused airfield, she relayed that information to the pilot who wanted
fires lit to guide the aircraft in & called Brett back, fortunately Luigi
was with him & they would be busy looking for rags & kerosene for the fires
when the pilot called back telling her that the main runway was only 6,000
feet. It was definitely a go for the rescue flight & Marcia asked for my
BVP which Brett will need to enter the UK not knowing that a blank one with
a postal franking stamp was in the aircraft's safe.

Marcia drove with Keith to Gatwick where the Comet was waiting with the
ground power unit already connected, they cleared immigration & boarded the
waiting aircraft which started up & taxied to the runway awaiting take off
clearance for the 3 hour flight to Italy, meanwhile in South Africa the C74
Globemaster was receiving a nice white & red paint job whilst engineers
worked on her engines & systems.  The aircraft finally descended to circle
the airfield looking out for Luigi's torch signal then he lit the fires,
the pilot was working off an old world war 2 airfield guide page & brought
the Comet in for a short field landing with the engines roaring out every
ounce of power on reverse thrust stopping momentarily at the end of the
runway whilst Marcia opened the door & Luigi gave him a boost up to get him
on board. She quickly shut the door; the aircraft turned around & took off
bound for Gatwick.  As soon as the aircraft flew into smooth air at
altitude, Keith stripped Brett totally naked, stroked his cock fully hard,
stretched & lubed his hole ready to take Marcia's monstrously huge cock in
the back of the aircraft, she placed blankets on the floor & laid down,
then talked Brett into how to kneel down & straddle her in the cowgirl
position, despite being opened up his hole really was a tight fit for
Marcia's cock, nevertheless she patiently talked him into riding her slowly
until the pain subsided & he could then ride her hell for leather whilst
Keith massaged her breasts, squeezed her nipples then crept around to give
her a sensuous foot massage. His fingers glided deftly over the soles of
her feet & with Marcia now working on her breasts & nipples & all the
sensations coursing through her body to her pussy & balls, she probably had
the most powerful orgasm in a long time as her vaginal fluids gushed out of
her, breast milk ran out of her tits & her cock pumped Brett's pussy hole
with a big load of spunk which flooded inside him with over a dozen huge
gushes as her screams were heard right through the aircraft followed by
Brett pounding his monstrous 9 inch cock into Marcia's vagina giving her a
most deeply satisfying fuck & filling her with the biggest load ever to
come out of a 15 year old lad.  There is a hidden floor safe in the rear
the aircraft concealed under a carpet, inside was a blank British Visitor's
passport & an excellent copy of RAF Akrotiri's post office franking stamp
courtesy of Mr. Bridger's forgers, it only remained for Brett's photo to be
taken with a Polaroid, trimmed, glued on & franked with the stamp. Marcia
worked on his BVP which Brett would need to get into the country & once the
aircraft landed; Marcia was given strict instructions from Mr. Bridger to
drive him direct to Professor Peach's residence whilst they both had the
most amazing sex with each other on the back seat of her jaguar.

No sooner had Marcia arrived at her house, it was all hands to the pump;
our days were spent honing our driving skills in the mini coopers & doing
evening stints at Playland. Owing to the hot summer nights we wore a
totally different set of clothes leaving nothing to the imagination & the
clothes we wore were so raunchy, we would probably get nicked just wearing
them & they certainly attracted lots of gazes & more clients to have sex
with.  The clothes we wore were white nylon see through trousers & shirts,
underneath we wore bright red nylon speedo swimming trunks as underwear
with black suspender belts, black nylon stockings & see through black bras
under our shirts, our lingerie under our clothes could be seen from a long
way off & our wearing them had one effect on us which we didn't know about
& were glad we did, just wearing them made us horny all the time, our cocks
were constantly hard & it wasn't long before our trousers & speedos became
wet from all the pre-cum which seemed to constantly leak out of our
cocks. This made us realize why so many want to wear women's lingerie under
their clothes instead of old fashioned Y fronts or in our case, similar
undies made by Bonds back home in Australia.  The sensual gliding of our
stockinged legs in those nylon trousers was unbelievable & it wasn't long
before the 3 of us shot our loads into our speedos adding to our already
wet pre-cum spots which soaked through our trousers, it's a good thing that
us teens can shoot repeat loads of spunk otherwise we'd all be spent before
the night is over, just in our first week alone we've satisfied more cocks
than most people do in their lifetimes.  A week later, Marcia wanted just
me to dress up differently, I still wore the lingerie changing the red
speedos for black & wore a see through ultra short pleated black nylon mini
skirt topped off with a school tie & blazer with regulation girl's shoes
wearing a long haired blond wig carrying a satchel & I had to smoke my fags
using a long cigarette holder. My being dressed up as a slutty schoolgirl
really had me excited & got me felt up so many times I lost count, just
having someone's hand gently gliding & caressing over my nylon clad bottom
felt like electricity, especially if someone tried pushing their finger
into my hole at the same time.  Having my stockinged legs stroked felt so
awesome; I very nearly shot my load into my speedos. It was that first
night at Playland which was the first time I pulled a woman who believe it
or not was a schoolteacher (They're not supposed to have sex with students,
try telling that to the priests at Boys Town). This woman saw right through
my attire & thoughts of having a schoolgirl plunging a large cock into her
pussy really got her all fired up, she must have been at least twice as old
as me & no sooner were we in the room set aside for us, she laid me on the
bed, pulled her panties & my speedos down & mounted me like a cowgirl, I
must have set a record for the fastest time my cock disappeared into a
hole.  The way she rode me with her pussy squeezing onto my cock was
unbelievable & she was moaning like a bitch, she was one hell of a fit
woman who didn't take long to have her first orgasm either, OMG, she
screamed the place down & gushed her girl cum all over my groin just as I
shot what must be a huge load of spunk into her pussy. Thankfully the sex I
had with both Kriss & Kelly has certainly given me a good grounding for sex
with this woman.

She lit up a fag & smoked it with her long gold plated cigarette holder,
this was no ordinary fag as it had a scent not unlike that of incense which
we shared whilst she kept massaging my cock with her pussy, I later learned
it was a joint which had a nice effect on me. After finishing her joint,
she resumed riding my cock hell for leather before I blasted more spunk
into her & she squirted another load of her cum all over my groin & my
belly.  I saw that her tits were leaking profusely through both her bra &
blouse soaking them & dripping her breast milk onto me, I had to try a
taste & it was gorgeous with a fruity taste, they say that you are what you
eat so she must eat a lot of fruit for her milk to taste like that whereas
Marcia's tastes of cum, when she finally got off me, she sat me on her lap,
unbuttoned her blouse, moved her bra aside & offered me her leaking breast,
I had to have more of her sweet tit milk as it was so delicious & her
nipples were so huge it was like sucking a young boy's cock. I sucked
ravenously guzzling down her warm milk like a baby & my thoughts about
breast feeding teenagers went right out the window thinking whoever says it
was taboo really ought to try it, either way I wouldn't have to grab a
snack later that evening as she certainly ended up giving me a nice belly
full before we finished for the evening taking a shower together & after I
got dressed, I found her card in my pocket.

We were making serious amounts of money here at Playland & when you
consider a 16 year old teenager's wage in 1968 was about 5 pounds a week &
some evenings we must have made at least 10 times that amount. I thought of
some of the lads back home at Boys Town who couldn't afford a pair of
bathers unless they saved up for them.  The evenings finished by Marcia
collecting us in her Jaguar & by now she trusted me to drive her car
home. I really enjoyed driving this car which really was fast &
exhilarating to drive. I have heard that these cars were favoured by
villains & it was no wonder as the police certainly had a hard job to catch
one, especially if it was powered by the 3.8 litre engine & driven by a
really good driver. Our times spent driving the mini cooper had certainly
honed our driving skills & it seemed as though I was on the road to
becoming her personal chauffeur & yet I really wanted to drive
Mr. Bridger's Rolls Royce (if he'd let me).  After breakfast the following
morning, Marcia passed me a 3 day return ticket with an envelope. I packed
my rucksack with my camping gear & she escorted me out to her garage,
parked inside was what all the kids called a track bike, this was a
stripped down bicycle sporting a pair of motocross type cow horn
handlebars, the usual 26 x 1 3/8" wheels with a Sturmey Archer 3 speed rear
hub, cable operated Weinmann brakes, a Brooks leather saddle & fitted with
lights. The frame's top tube sported a black sticker with yellow
interlocked male & female symbols with the letters TFW, I knew about these
stickers as they were given out by cinema cashiers when the 1966 movie `The
family way' was showing. I made some adjustments to this bike, hefted my
rucksack, rode to the station, bought my ticket & took the London bound
train, caught the tube for the connecting train & sat in a compartment all
by myself.

A younger boy wearing a scout uniform knocked on the window begging to be
let in, I let him in & he quickly said. "Please quickly shut the blinds &
lock the door, I just need to hide from the others," within seconds the
blinds were drawn & the door locked, I asked him. "What's this all about?"
"I have to hide from the others as they keep picking on me," "You're safe
enough with me, you can stay here as long as you like," "Thanks, I owe you
one."  He sat opposite me & I could see he wore bright red underwear
through the leg of his shorts although I couldn't see if he wore a vest
under his khaki coloured scout shirt, seeing his red underwear I said to
him. "I thought boys always wore white undies," he blushed then
asked. "Where are you from as your accent sounds like the kids in Skippy
the bush kangaroo?"  "You're right about that one, I came from Australia,"
"Wow, a true blue aussie, I've watched loads of newsreels & can't help
noticing all the seaside scenes, you lot have got it lucky especially to go
swimming every day, every time I want to go I have to ask mum for a tanner
to get in our local outdoor pool."  This rosy cheeked lad looked about 13
with dark blond hair & blue eyes of a fairly large build for his age & my
gaydar skills honed to perfection back home had this lad sized up & it was
ten bob to a pinch of shit he could shoot spunk & the longer I thought
about him the harder my cock got & he certainly noticed when he
said. "You've got the horn on."  I knew there & then I had him where I
wanted him & said. "You know your red underwear, it's so sexy I bet you're
wearing swimming trunks," he blushed again & replied. "You're right, I just
love wearing them, my cock's always on the horn plus they don't keep
falling down, not like undies with worn elastic."  "Let's have a look
then," "You show me yours first."

The sight of my blue speedos with the Boys Town logo on the back made him
gasp, now it was his turn, he dropped his shorts revealing a bright red
pair of skin tight nylon speedos tented out by a 6.5 inch rock hard fat
cock with a huge pre-cum wet spot, it seemed as though the act of dropping
his boy scout shorts unleashed his cock's scented aroma, there was no
doubting that this 13 year old was definitely packing a whopper for his age
& I was drooling with lust hoping that his teenage balls would deliver a
decent load of spunk.  Within seconds we were both naked & I saw why the
others picked on him as once he removed his red thin nylon tricot athletic
vest revealing his white nylon girl's training bra, his chest sprouted a
lovely pair of girly breasts similar to a 12 year old girl with huge
pointed breast buds with large bullet like nipples on 3 inch diameter dark
brown areolas which my mouth zoomed in & latched onto one right away hoping
for a taste of breast milk & I certainly wasn't disappointed having drunk
about a small cupful of moorishly sweet milk from each breast.  He kept
uttering loud sighs as his milk flowed out into my eager mouth especially
with his balls tingling with his nipples hard wired by his nerves to his
package when his cock blasted out his first load of spunk by itself added
to with orgasmic sensations inside his chute as well as having a breast
orgasm & now he was demanding my cock inside his rear pussy hole, OMG this
young lad was so hot.  I managed to scoop up some of his spunk to use as
lube & licked some off my fingers, OMG, if there was such a thing as boy
honey, this lad's spunk would certainly fit that description, I knew there
& then he'd be in lots of demand at Playland.  My cock went straight into
his hole without any effort & I knew straight away that he's had shit loads
of big cocks up there, he laid down on the seat with his legs on my
shoulders & I pummeled into him & he kept demanding for me to give it to
him really hard, I reckon someone taught him how to clench his arse muscles
onto my cock as he was really shit hot at it, his cock remained hard all
the time & within minutes spunk hosed out of his cock & flew everywhere
hitting his face & leaving loads on his chest, it was his powerfully
clenching arse muscles which triggered my cock to unload what must have
been a huge load inside him & he gasped as each blast went in, I had such a
tremendous orgasm I had to stifle my screams it was that intense, we
quickly had to get dressed as I felt the train starting to slow down which
was my stop, we gave each other a goodbye kiss & a hug, exchanged phone
numbers & I saw the huge wet patch on the back of his boy scout khaki
shorts as he walked along the corridor to his troop.  I made my way to the
guard's compartment to collect my bike & rucksack, left the station & rode
several miles to the woods, set up my poncho hoochie shelter against the
same tree trunk, laid out my groundsheet & sleeping bag, set my travel
alarm clock, camouflaged the hoochie with vegetation & leaves, covered the
bike with brushwood then crawled inside & listened to my transistor radio
through the earpiece.  I was glad to be wearing Keith's Waltham A11
navigator hack watch to keep track of time & around 6 o clock I cooked a
tin of baked beans & sausages on a hexamine cooker having cleaned off the
label & stood it in a mess tin of water which would boil & make a cup of
tea thankful that Keith told me about this having learned it from Sandy,
the flight engineer.  It was after 10 pm that I crawled out of my shelter,
lit the hexamine cooker & boiled up some water for a mug of hot soup just
like the last time amongst the trees near Boys town & boy was I glad to get
that hot soup inside my belly, I crawled back inside my shelter, zipped
myself into my sleeping bag & fell asleep.  It seemed like only fleeting
moments have passed when the travel alarm went off at a quarter to
midnight, this gave me some time to collect my thoughts, memorize the
message & leave the warmth of my sleeping bag to the edge of the woods,
look through the telescope & wait for the signal.  Sure enough I saw the
match being struck & lighting a fag, sent V E, 3 times & watched for the
glow of a fag being drawn, this was my prompt to send the message, I
flashed the message & waited for the fag to light up again & was highly
relieved to see it meaning that my message was received & understood, now
the welcome warmth of my sleeping bag awaited & once inside with my travel
alarm set I went out like a light.  I woke the following morning when the
travel alarm went off, cooked my breakfast with a mug of coffee, struck
camp & loaded up my kit & cycled to the railway station to catch the London
train. Meanwhile that morning a note was passed to Mr. Bridger, it simply
said. `Preparations are now complete.' He had a huge beaming smile on his
face.

Now it was all hands to the pump as the plan called for Sean to be landing
the C74 Globemaster at Southend where the 4 mini coopers whereby our green
car would be the reserve car & all 4 would be loaded with their drivers
along with Professor Peach's magic boxes of tricks to be left beside
traffic lights & he would also change the traffic controller's computer
tape. The smuggled explosives are to blow the doors off the security van,
only this time the explosives expert had better not blow up the whole van
like last time. Meanwhile the converted coach had already left on the ferry
with the football supporter's minibus & Charlie Croker in his Bentley to
supervise the heist.  Mr. Bridger's private jet would be flying me & Barry
to meet the car at Turin & it would remain there whilst Barry & I loaded
the boot full of gold onto the aircraft. Keith would be co- piloting the
C74 with Sean & Sandy as the flight engineer who both felt up to the task
plus it will give Keith plenty of valuable experience flying a large 4
engine transport aircraft. The plan was coming together nicely which would
really stick 2 fingers up to the Mafia, somewhere along the line I had to
find the time to pop into a shop to buy the Enalotto ticket with the
numbers picked by Professor Peach's computer, drive to Luigi's in Rome,
wait for the draw & cash in the ticket, once done, drive to Zurich to
deposit the cheque into Mr. Bridger's Swiss bank account, load the mini
cooper onto the aircraft & back to Blighty. The plan looked foolproof & all
we had to do was pull it off.

End of part two.