Date: Tue, 10 Nov 2020 11:20:04 +0000
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Summer of 69 1 (Revised)

Summer of 69 part 1.

In everyone's life, there's a summer of 69.

The summer of 1969 would go down as one of the all time iconic summers of
the previous century which saw the first flight of the Boeing 747 Jumbo
jet, the first spacecraft landing on the moon, the first 100 mph Isle of
Man production TT lap by Welshman Malcolm Uphill at 100.99 mph on a Triumph
Bonneville, the Sharon Tate murders, the war in Vietnam, the Woodstock pop
festival, the Isle of Wight pop festival, the visit by the Hell's angels to
the UK and a whole host of memorable events which shaped the year leaving a
youthful generation with a lifetime of treasured memories.

This story is entirely a work of fiction and all the named characters are
fictitious and any relation to actual persons living or dead is purely
unintentional and is not intended to reflect negatively on their
characters.

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Signed Vintagespeedoboy.

Summer of 69, I was there.

Spring, 50 years later.

My name's Tom Fullbrick although everyone calls me Fullprick, this name has
stuck with me since my schooldays for well over half a century. I'm sat in
the passenger seat of Vivian's 50 year old Highland green Ford Mustang
driving along the M4 at 50 mph owing to speed restrictions whilst the road
works are in progress which is certainly frustrating Vivian owing to his
car literally crawling along with that huge 390 cubic inch V8 engine barely
ticking over.

He's driving to Cox's the paint shop in Reading on an unusually warm early
spring day whilst I checked his satnav carrying his Harris Magnum frame
with its fuel tank and body panels &c with a set of Honda SOHC CB750 engine
castings for vapour blasting and powder coating a silver colour. Between us
we have totally stripped this machine down and he sold its Honda CB1100R
engine and alloy wheels etc to replace it with a SOHC CB750, 812cc engine
unit which I'm due to build it for him and the alloy rimmed wire wheels on
replica CR750 hubs are on order. This is Vivian's fourth SOHC Honda four
cylinder motorcycle project and between us we have always built truly
stunning machines.

Sat in the rear passenger seat with the fuel tank next to her is Dylan
Masters (See pornographer's laptop), a tall 6 foot shapely 18 year old
exceptionally gifted sixth form stunningly attractive blond haired
hermaphrodite she-male who's constantly plagued with wet dreams whilst
sleeping during the night sporting the longest hair we've ever seen to
grace the head of a teenage girl reaching well past her bottom and
reminiscent of the Lady Godiva paintings wearing round Harry Potter styled
spectacles giving her an almost geeky appearance with a lovely tooth braced
smile wearing heavily spunk and pussy juice stained see through black nylon
lycra Molly Philbin branded Teenys leggings showing off her sex fluid
stained full pink Molly Filbin nylon panties in their entirety through the
material along with her black sheer fully fashioned nylon stockings held up
with a 6 strap suspender belt showing her large package bulge packing a
hugely fat 10 inch throbbing leaking rock hard cock to good effect which
would certainly proudly grace any teenage jock and also showing a very
prominent camel toe at her crotch. She wore a black skin tight form fitting
see through mesh tee shirt showing every detail of her upper torso with her
matching pink see through uplift bra giving her D cup sized breasts an
obscene pointed uplift tented out by her nylon encased wine bottle cork
sized nipples sporting breast milk stains through both garments having
spent the previous night between us in Vivian's huge double bed with a
night of raunchy sex whilst pornographic DVDs played out on his ceiling
mounted TV screen above the bed and she has a voracious sexual appetite
capable of giving an incubus/succubus a session to remember.

It never ceases to amaze us that she can shoot huge loads of spunk from her
cock which gushes out like a fire hose as well as her pussy squirting
spectacularly during her orgasms. She has pumped both our man pussies
several times each filling us right up during the night with the added
blessing of her sex juices gushing out from her pussy under her balls
whereas at our age we just about managed to shoot two loads of spunk each,
one each into her pussy, with the other ones into her rear pussy leaving us
spent for the night to finally wake up the following morning with heavily
sex fluid stained silky nylon tricot bed sheets due in part to Dylan having
another one of her wet dreams gushing out huge loads of cum from both her
cock and her female pussy. However she did feed us our just desserts of her
delicious heavily hormone laced breast milk having suckled from each of
those huge nipples which certainly filled our mouths up like small cocks to
finally send us to sleep.

Vivian originally wanted to build a faithful replica of Ronnie Krause's
Yoshimura Honda CR750 to complete his stable until the Harris Magnum Honda
CB1100R came up and he decided to buy it seeing the bike's
potential. Understandably there's definitely a method to his way of
thinking in fitting a smaller capacity engine to the Harris magnum
especially a historic one knowing it will bolt straight in and start a lot
easier on the 10 ampere hour battery which just about squeezes into the
battery compartment.

He already owns a 1970 candy gold Honda CB750 K0, a road legal replica
Honda CR750 race bike in the 1960's red and silver factory racer colours
and a road legal Rob North framed 836cc CB750 in the 1978 Phil Read Honda
Britain race colours and therefore this machine when finished in the Ronnie
Krause Daytona yellow colour scheme of the Yoshimura Honda CR750 racer
would certainly make an ideal if a rather unusual stable mate even though
it will be sporting alloy rimmed wire wheels with a fearsome twin leading
shoe rear drum brake, a dual disc hydraulic front brake and all of his
machines have historic vehicle status.

We were talking about the old days reminiscing on the days at both the
Honda Dealership and the Suzuki shop which passed into history nearly 10
years ago after which we continued operating a scaled down operation from
his large triple garage when the Brian Adams song `Summer of 69' began
playing over the radio. I promptly turned up the volume and began bopping
to this song like a teenager when Vivian asked whilst his hand gently
caressed my left leg feeling my suspender belt clasps and straps through
the thin white sheer nylon trousers material triggering a huge erection in
my red Australian made Eyeline silky nylon swim briefs which do a marvelous
job of supporting my huge package unlike panties which shortly became wet
as gobs of pre-cum love juices flowed out of my huge cock forming an
enormous wet patch which he scooped up with his finger licking it clean and
then scooping a second helping which he fed to Dylan whose face beamed with
delight.

Vivian and I have known each other since that iconic summer of 1969 and
even during my years afterwards working for Honda in Australia, we wrote to
each other and my mate at the PMG illicitly connected us by phone until we
began using Skype which was a lot cheaper and removed the risk of him
getting caught?.

Ever since the day he rode his 1970 Honda CR750 replica race bike into the
Honda dealer's workshop for it's MOT test which passed with flying colours
even though I carried out the test and since then he, along with others
have feminized me feeding me various supplements with numerous sessions on
a Noogleberry breast, nipple and penis pump with ASMR massage sessions
whilst listening to binaural beats through high quality headphones which is
why I love wearing female lingerie under my clothes. My breasts have
developed to at least a size C or D cup size with formidable mounds
especially when complimented by wearing my see through red underwired bra
giving my breasts an obscene uplift which feels totally amazing whenever he
or anyone else caresses them. I have very sensitive huge nipples which are
now the size of wine bottle corks through which my breast milk has lovingly
flowed into countless mouths when he reached over cupping my left breast
and stroking my nipple scooping off a bead of my milk with his thumb just
as Dylan asked me the question.

"Weren't you around in 1969?"

"I certainly was, I was 17 that year having started as a motorcycle and car
cleaner the previous year at Quinn's Honda dealership in the Ascot Vale
district of Melbourne, Australia." (See motorcycle dealer 1)

Vivian knew my story off by heart having been best buddies and partners,
especially since arriving back in the UK but I sense this time she wanted
to know more about our youthful experiences during that year especially as
we were both there.

Having dropped off the parts at the paint shop with my written instructions
for Mr. Cox who took out his master paint colour book and his colour cards
to colour match the fuel tank and body panels, thankfully he already knew
which silver to paint the engine castings with. Vivian drove us back home
and on the way he stopped at the dogging site waiting for whoever turned up
when Dylan got out of the car and walked sexily around strutting her stuff
when moments later an effeminate looking long blond haired teenage lad
named Josh wearing a skin tight black silky nylon vest with tiny matching
high leg low rise split leg running shorts riding an old school mountain
bike stopped beside her and started talking which turned into a full blown
sex hook up.

They embraced each other exchanging tongue kisses, feeling up her breasts
when his hand grasped her huge nylon lycra encased throbbing leaking
cock. By now her pussy was copiously wetting her panties and her huge
nipples were already erect and started trickling breast milk when they
walked a short distance into the undergrowth where he dropped his shorts
revealing his black tiny silky nylon panties which quickly came down whilst
Dylan reached into her handbag for the tube of KY jelly as the heavenly
aroma of her leaking pussy wafted around them.

She dropped her leggings, unclasped her suspenders and dropped her panties
revealing her huge 10 inch throbbing leaking erect cock feeling those
lovely cravings for cock in both her pussy holes whilst her juices leaked
out of both her pussy and cock as Josh passed her the lube from his bum
bag, he bent over, spread his arse cheeks and she slowly pushed her huge
throbbing leaking pole straight in knowing immediately his arse had already
been taking large cocks previously by the ease which her cock just slid in.

She certainly gave him a session to remember with her huge fuck stick
whilst he too wasn't small either wanking his hugely fat 8 inches of prime
teen schoolboy fuck stick shooting several squirts of spunk about 2 yards
onto the ground, it was his clenching boy pussy hole which finally took her
over the edge when she filled him up with the biggest load of hot spunk
he's taken in his entire life as he uttered loud gasps whilst her squirting
female cum cascaded out of her pussy onto both her panties and leggings.

Meanwhile Vivian had left his car to film them with his Go-pro whilst I
stood beside them slowly giving my rock hard cock a good wank before
finally spraying my huge load of spunk onto Josh's back which I scooped up
and fed to him.

The session finished with Dylan hiking up her tee shirt and feeding him her
delicious breast milk one breast at a time having lifted up each side of
her bra which saw Josh mewling in delight whilst drinking his tasty treat.

Finally they exchanged names and phone numbers and when she asked Josh his
age, he was 15.

I removed the wheels from his bike to stow it into the boot of Vivian's car
and he drove straight to his house so we could all shower together and
relax in Vivian's Jacuzzi whilst all our sex fluid stained clothes were put
in the wash and when finished Vivian cooked and served lamb hotpot for
lunch which we ate from trays whilst watching the Go-pro footage on his
computer through Bluetooth onto the large living room TV screen when Vivian
and I snuggled up sexily between them giving us their lovely caresses and
kisses before I finally drove them both home in my pick up truck.

Ascot Vale, Melbourne, Australia, January 1969.

I started at the Honda dealer shortly after arriving on a BOAC VC-10 flight
from London after leaving school having taken my exams and not collecting
my certificates. Fortunately my gran collected them and posted them out to
me as I have had enough of being constantly bullied by my parents that I
ran away and successfully stowed away on that flight, thankfully I wasn't
caught.

I exchanged letters with my gran using the Poste Restante facility at my
nearby post office and if I know her, she wouldn't even think of telling my
parents where I am. She's god's gift to me as she sends me money each week
and thankfully she's not short of a few bob either.

One of the shop's customers works for the PMG (Postmaster Generals
department) as a telecommunications technician. He, by whatever means known
only to him has connected me with gran on the telephone but he gave me
strict instructions to tell her that she was to wait beside a call box for
the call instead of receiving the call in her flat. She intuitively knew
straight away that this arrangement was definitely dodgy and happily sent
me a telegram with the phone number.

Using this arrangement I was on the phone to gran twice a week from the
service manager's office phone and I must say despite the distance between
us, the calls were so clear and yet there were times we both experienced
voice echo.

This morning I received from her in the mail, my first British provisional
driving licence (learners licence) for cars and motorcycles to start on my
17th birthday just one week away whereas here I was due to take out a state
of Victoria car learner's permit but I would have to wait another 9 months
before I could take out a motorcycle learner's permit which is why I rode
everywhere on an old crate of a bicycle which I built up from parts
scavenged from the dump at nearby Sunshine having learned this skill as a
schoolboy.

So, there's a wonderful crew here, although the shop's a Honda dealer, it's
a well set up operation. They still sell parts and repair other makes of
motorcycles for the public and there's also a British motorcycle section
with various British motorcycles on display in a sectioned off area of the
showroom. There's a 6 x 4 foot photo of the boss leaping a Manx Norton over
Ballaugh Bridge in the Isle of Man prominently displayed in the showroom.

There's Maurice who's the boss, Phillip the service manager, Carol who
works in spare parts who I later learned she's also a madam for a St Kilda
massage parlour during the odd weeknight evening. Joe who's a salesman from
Germany with Ivan, a 45 year old Russian who jumped ship 20 years ago, he
sometimes arrives to work with items of clothing missing, doubtless having
escaped from a massage parlour when it was being raided by the
cops. Richard, a 35 year old bearded foreman who's constantly rolling
smokes keeping a watchful eye on us ready to help out whenever problems
arise. Jack, a 63 year old talented engineer from Belfast, Northern Ireland
who works here 1 or 2 days a week working on the odd motorcycle as well as
making gaskets from a huge roll of Flexoid gasket material which must weigh
at least a ton mounted on the end of the cutting bench using their array of
templates which he's also made at the machine shop in his garage and
control cables, a useful trait considering spare parts for British,
American and continental machines have to come from half way round the
world and can take weeks to arrive.

He rides a BSA Gold star Manx Norton which used to be his race bike on the
road. John, who's the same age as me is due to start his apprenticeship in
February the following year. Although British, he was born on the Greek
island of Crete, he's a really good swimmer with a Bronze medallion and
we've both swam regularly at the nearby Queen's Park outdoor swimming pool
where he sometimes works part time as a lifeguard and between us we've had
regular sex in a cubicle.

 He arrived 2 years ago having stowed away on a Qantas flight after running
away from home when his drunken father beat the hell out of him sporting a
scar near his left eye resulting in him being charged for assault, His
father was later found dead in a ditch, doubtless hit by a drunk hit and
run driver whilst walking home drunk from the pub one night and thankfully
he's out of John's life altogether depriving the cops of his day in
court. Matthew's his younger brother who'll be 13 in April and lives with
his mum in the UK.

John was caught on arrival here and thankfully they let him go, probably on
account of the ensuing bad publicity of a major airline taking a schoolboy
to the cleaners although the story did make `The Age' Melbourne's newspaper
owing to an investigative reporter somehow finding out about him thereby
making him a tidy sum of money which also led to a TV interview.

John had to fly back home just before Christmas when his mum contracted the
Hong Kong flu and it was touch or go whether she lived or died, thankfully
she pulled through. His best mate Rob who's also the same age is also over
there, he's the police sergeant's 16 year old son who'll be 17 in March. He
was the cop who laughed at me when Richard exploded an acetylene balloon
bomb outside the toilet when I was taking a shit one morning.

John and Rob have become my sex partners having spent many nights together
between the sheets and it was John who introduced me to the delights of
wearing nylon Speedo swimming trunks, a fetish I still pursue to this day
half a century later although one's choices are now limited to either
Australian Eyeline or American Truwest 100% nylon swim briefs these days
and thankfully Molly Filbin's ebay shop in the UK does a cracking job of
catering for the likes of Vivian, myself and hoards of feminized men and
teenagers with her `Teenys' brand of erotic clothing.

January/February is the hottest time of the Australian summer with
temperatures pushing at or over 100 degrees Fahrenheit and fire bans being
declared by the state government owing to the risk of bush fires, something
which this country is well known for.

The biggest story to hit the news was the first flight of the Jumbo jet,
you could see on the newsreels that this aircraft truly was a leviathan; it
was so big that loads of people wondered how it would leave the ground
which it did with ease. Everyone knew it could seat 500 people and Boeing
was first at the post with Douglas and Lockheed following with their
tri-jets. I could envisage airlines with fleets of these huge aircraft
clamouring to fill the ensuing huge glut of empty seats which could only
serve to bring down ticket prices.

During hot weather, everyone's wearing their famous Stubbies shorts and
Exacto tops tee shirts screen printed with the shop's name and Honda winged
logo except the boss, the service manager and both salesmen who wear shirts
and red Honda ties with dress short trousers. By March, the days are
becoming cooler with the approach of the Australian autumn when I received
a telegram with the news that gran was in hospital having been hit by a car
and with no one to look after her I had to get over there as fast as
possible. Fortunately the boss granted me leave of absence without pay for
the duration having showed him the telegram.

I left my old crate of a bicycle in their store room and the following day
collected my open ticket from the BOAC office in Collins Street. I packed
my suitcase ready for the flight and the following morning I took a taxi to
nearby Essendon airport for the early morning Ansett Boeing 727 flight to
Sydney to connect with the BOAC brand new Boeing 707 flight to London
sporting a suntan like ancient bronze and so began the longest ever summer
of my life as I chased the summer half way round the world finally arriving
at gran's flat in Slough to open the door with the spare key she posted out
to me and crashed out in the spare bed with jet lag to sleep for 18 hours.

I woke around noon the following day chastising myself as I've always been
an early riser, this is what jet lag does to you wrecking your body's
internal clock and with time of the essence I raided the fridge for bacon,
eggs, milk &c to cook myself a proper full English breakfast washed down
with a cup of tea then take a bath as there's no shower in the flat but
first I had to light the coal fire to heat up the bath water.

Whilst the water was heating up, I looked in the outside shed seeing my old
bicycle was still there although both tyres were flat and I then remembered
I rode it to gran's on the day I ran away asking her to look after it for
me otherwise my father would have taken it to the dump just to spite me
having thrown out my possessions which I left behind. I pumped up the
tyres, checked the levers still worked, oiled the chain, rode it to the
local shops and bought a copy of the local paper (Slough Observer), rolling
tobacco, fag papers and matches and returned home. I rolled up a fag and
scoured the local rag when I saw a Honda 50 with a broken kickstart in the
motorcycle classified ads section..

I rang the number finding it was still for sale and arranged to see it. I
had my bath and shave and dressed in warm clothes yet just two days ago I
was wearing a tee shirt and their iconic Stubbies shorts which are still
packed in my suitcase.

I rode my bike the two miles to Langley, found the house on a large council
estate and knocked on the door. I was led to the back by a retired
toolmaker old gent with thick lens spectacles resembling the Colonel Blink
character in the comics to see the bike parked in the back garden under a
canvas tarpaulin which he removed revealing a 1961 blue step thu Honda C100
cub with its 49cc OHV four stroke push rod engine. I cold see that the bike
was in reasonable condition save for a broken kickstart shaft when the old
guy asked.

"Sonny, is this going to be your first bike?."

"Yes, I've just got my provisional licence."

"I've had mine for over 50 years but these days my eyesight isn't what it
used to be. I drove all sorts of machinery and because of the last war a
lot of my generation won't touch a Japanese machine with a barge pole but
touch wood, she's never let me down or leaked oil, when the kickstart broke
I kept hearing that only a Honda mechanic could fix it and none of these
grease monkey rockers would touch it, don't know how to they said, others
told me you needed special tools and the engine has to be stripped hence
the labour charges at Sid Morams to fix it, but really, does she need to be
fixed when all it takes is a little push and she's away."

I had to wonder about his reasoning and he was right. I knew damn well
these things needed special tools and a complete strip and build to replace
a kickstart shaft. The main tools were an impact driver for the screws, a
flywheel extractor, circlip pliers, a 4 pronged tee handled castle nut
spanner for the clutch nut and a flywheel holding tool.

I saw loads of kids riding these things out in the bush or on waste ground
and most of them had broken kick starts but my education came by watching
Richard strip and rebuild these little motors so if push came to the shove
I could tackle it myself and then asked him.

"Sir, all I have on me's 15 quid and I'll need 5 of that to get through the
week."

"Sonny, I can see you're not a bad lad so we'll shake on a tenner, what say
you?"

I couldn't snatch it from him fast enough and shook on the deal, he went
inside and came out with the keys, manuals, service book, log book, 2
expired MOT certificates signed by P Webb of Sid Morams as was the tax disc
and an old army haversack containing the necessary tools which he made
himself then he started it up, sat on it and said.

"Come on sonny, I'll take you home."

The ride home was certainly hair raising to say the least as we weren't
even wearing crash helmets having nearly crashed twice and almost rear
ended a cyclist. I was sure this bloke was as blind as a bat and shouldn't
even be allowed on the road, even on a bicycle. Believe you me I really was
shitting hot conkers, something I never did even when riding pillion on the
back of kids riding through the Australian bush. The final straw came when
we nearly hit an old lady crossing Wentworth Avenue by the parade of shops
using a Zimmer frame and got stopped by a police panda car; heaven knows
how he got away with it that day.

The copper got out of his car addressing the old gent saying.

"Sir, do you know why I have stopped you?"

"Sorry constable, I am just taking this youngster home, here is my driving
licence," which he produced from his jacket pocket which the constable
studied.

"Sir, I realize that you have been driving a long time on the road and your
generation has seen war service, however I must add that you're riding
certainly looked very unsteady, I wouldn't be surprised if you frightened
the life out of your passenger, have you been drinking?"

"No constable."

The old guy was breathalized which proved negative and he sent us off on
our way. How he got away with that one god only knows as the bike wasn't
even taxed, it had no valid MOT test certificate, I doubt if he still had
insurance cover and his eyesight was that bad he would have definitely lost
his licence on medical grounds and yet he risked having the book thrown at
him just to take me home. From there he phoned a taxi from a call box.

Having parked the bike in the shed, I went inside, put on the kettle for a
mug of tea with a cheese sandwich, rolled a fag and studied the books. He
bought the bike new in 1961 from Sid Moram's and the service book was
stamped by them so I knew this bike had a full service history from the
same dealer with P Webb's signature on some of the entries and yet this
bike had a broken kickstart which was inside the haversack with the broken
piece of shaft. I needed to speak with P Webb and pump him for
information. I wheeled out the bicycle and rode over to Sid Moram's with
the documents and my wallet.

The shop still looked the same before my flight to Australia when I was one
of the kids who regularly stopped by to look at all the motorbikes and
their workshop was as busy as ever. I asked a mature gent with swept back
grey hair if I could speak to P Webb showing him the service book when he
called out.

"Pete, there's a lad wants to see you."

A young blond haired man of small build with a flattened nose in his 20's
stopped working on a new Honda CB450 Black bomber twin cylinder machine
came to me politely asking. "How may I help you?"

Showing him the documents I asked.

"Can you please make an appointment for this bike's MOT?"

"Just bring it here and I'll do it while you wait."

"Do you know where I can get insurance?"

Pointing towards the tee junction he said. "Turn right by the bank into the
High Street, its 50 yards on the right, I M.Tipsey & Associates, insurance
consultants, tell him Pete sent you."

After introductions at their counter, I produced the machine's documents
and my driving licence whereupon Mr. Tipsey looked through a large ledger
before saying.

"I can do your insurance for 3 pounds 10 shillings with the Motor Union
insurance company third party, fire and theft." I paid him the money
exchanging it for a cover note in a smart looking card wallet with a
receipt. I promptly walked back to the shop saying to Pete. "I'll be back
in an hour." Then I rode home to collect the bike.

That first ride was certainly an awesome experience with the sensation of
speed, the noises from the machine with its clunky gear changes from its
three speed gearbox even though the bike has a foot operated clutch with
the wind in my face and hair. I certainly felt more alive than ever despite
riding a machine which usually barely topped out at around 40mph. I parked
outside the shop, entered and let Pete know I arrived, moments later he
came out, saw the missing kickstart, asked me to push start the machine and
follow him into the workshop's MOT test bay and remain seated on the bike
facing a Salter motorcycle brake tester with the engine running. He
directed me to operate the lights whilst walking around observing their
operation then placed a Notek beam checker, a primitive looking device
consisting of a painted sheet steel plate with one end bent at a right
angle with a slot for the light to shine through mounted on an upright
steel tubular pole with a three pronged base. He adjusted the plate's
height looking at the beam shining along the plate whilst I operated the
dip switch; he operated the twist grip revving the engine hard momentarily
before switching off the ignition then directed me to dismount placing it
onto its stand.

He spun both wheels checking the tyres and hitting the spokes with a huge
screwdriver; he laid down on a mat looking along one side of the front
wheel checking its alignment with the rear. He went on to checking the
wheels, wheel bearings, swinging arm, bounced the bike checking the front
and rear suspension then the front suspension arms for play in the
bearings, checked the handlebars for movement then grabbed the bottom of
the forks to check the steering and finally strapped the handlebars to the
Salter tester's hand operated winch's steel cable and directed me to sit on
my machine.

He took up the tension with the winch directing me to apply one brake at a
time whilst I saw the needle on the scales move before the bike was dragged
along the floor with a locked brake whilst sliding along the floor with me
sat on it before releasing each brake, he released the bike from the strap
and told me to park outside.

I returned to his sectioned off office to see him writing on a pad
finishing it by rubber stamping it, he passed it to me saying.

"There you go lad, she's sailed through, that'll be a pound mate." I gladly
paid the pound having witnessed my first MOT test, albeit with trepidation
hoping it wouldn't fail which could be disastrous. I restarted the bike and
rode to the post office, collected the tax form, filled it out and sent it
off with the log book, MOT certificate, insurance cover note and a postal
order. That's when I forgot about the L plates. I quickly returned to the
shop, bought a pair, fitted them and rode home feeling pleased as punch
when, within yards of home the bike ran out of petrol.

A good looking youthful long blond haired lad riding an almost new Honda
CB250K less than a year old stopped and asked if I needed any help, he
escorted me wheeling his bike parking it outside whilst I put mine in the
shed. We entered the flat and I made our teas with 2 biscuits each. We sat
next to each other chatting for ages when he put a hand on my thigh, I saw
that he was fully hard in his jeans and my cock quickly got hard.

We hit it off straight away with passionate kissing and fondling, somehow
his really long flowing hair had me thinking I was kissing a girl and
before we knew it we took our clothes off when I was confronted with the
unbelievable sight of him wearing a white bra and white silky nylon panties
with light brown stockings held up with a suspender belt sporting a huge
rock hard cock the same as me. If there ever was such a thing as a
boy-girl, he was that girl, he had what looked to be girly breasts with
thimble sized nipples whereas in reality he had large well developed
pectorals, now shaped and held up by his bra. I felt certain that wherever
he went he would surely pass off as a girl when he went down on my cock
giving it a good licking whilst massaging my nipples when, because I was so
worked up I shot what must be my biggest load to date into his mouth with
sensations so intense I was screaming my head off when he put his hand hard
over my mouth to silence me and he swallowed every drop of spunk he could
get out of my cock.

He went on to give my arse a good fucking although he was ever so gentle
even though my cock was already hard again and those feelings inside me
were so awesome as I felt jets of his hot spunk filling me right up inside,
it felt so good that my cock shot out another load all by itself when we
finished with a passionate kissing and cuddling session. This is how Vivian
and I first met and became friends and lifelong lovers together.

Vivian took me on the back of his motorcycle to the old gent's house for me
to reclaim my bicycle. This machine held many memories for me and still
displayed the TFW sticker on the frame's down tube. I used to do my evening
paper round on it and regularly rode it off road at the back of the Mars
factory on the trading estate which was also a good place for hook ups with
other boys, usually for a wank in the bushes and there was other places
around which were also good for hook ups.

Another one was the Baylis outdoor swimming pool at night where we climbed
over the fence and went skinny dipping in the pool which often led to gay
sex with other boys on the grass. I felt elated at bringing my old bicycle
home thinking about the others at Quinn's using the bike I left behind in
the store room to ride to the shops.

After tea and a biscuit, I rode the Honda to the hospital to see gran just
after lunch and boy was she glad to see me. She did her best to sit up on
the edge of the bed despite the plaster cast encasing her broken hip where
I helped her out of bed. She gave me a powerful hug planting me with kisses
despite crying tears of joy to see me.

We spent the entire 2 hours talking and using a borrowed pen and paper, she
dictated a long to do list.

I spoke to the consultant who asked me a very direct question after
realizing I was her grandson.

"Thomas, Your grandmother is fit to be discharged but there are two
choices. I was contemplating having her placed in a care home owing to her
living alone and now that you're here, would you be up to the task of
looking after her?"

I thought about this answering with a resolute yes. He then went on to say.

"Good, she would prefer it as it's her home. The council will arrange a
support package whereby she will have regular visits from the district
nurse with an assistant to wash and dress her daily. The council will
inspect the property to ensure it's safe for her to live in. The WVS will
also visit regularly bringing her books to read, records to play and ensure
she has both a radio and TV. I know it's a big ask for someone of your age
but I have no doubt's you'll be up to the task."

I thought. `Good god, what have I got myself into?' I gave her a final kiss
promising to return that evening which we spent in the TV room with a nurse
bringing me a mug of tea with an individually wrapped McVities fruit cake
and 2 McVities chocolate digestives.

The following morning the council's social worker arrived to check the
flat, had she lived in a house, a settee bed would have had to be brought
in so I was saved from that one. She checked the bathroom and toilet, hot
and cold water when it became apparent a sack of coal was required for the
coal bunker which I promptly ordered.

She checked the gas cooker, kettle, utensils, the fridge and larder whilst
taking notes then lastly checked the phone. I heaved a huge sigh of relief
that her flat passed the inspection declaring it fit for her to live in,
albeit assisted by myself and the visiting workers.

The coal arrived an hour later with the sack emptied into the bunker after
I paid the driver. I checked the larder and fridge against her list finding
there was very little to buy from the shops and with a free afternoon I
wheeled out the Honda from the shed and rode to the address John gave me
back in Australia in the next town.

Having asked for directions from a number of people (Street maps here
usually cover the one town) I arrived at John's flat only to find he was
out from his mum when she answered the door.

I introduced myself mentioning my time at Quinns the Honda dealer when her
face lit up with a smile saying.

"My John's told me a lot about you, his friend Robert's staying here as
well, they're both at work, they've both got jobs at the Slough Community
Centre's swimming pool as lifeguards, my John's now training him for his
Bronze Medallion as well as my Matthew, his younger brother who's 13,
Please come in for a cup of tea as Matthew will be home from school shortly
and I know he would like to meet you."

I sat on their settee talking about the old days when I saw my photo
wearing a Boy Scout uniform taken 4 years ago at a summer camp at Torquay
in Devon where we first met, initially on the cliff top path leading down
to Watcombe beach where both our troops swam daily in the cove. I was
amazed at the sight of teenage boy scouts walking along that path wearing
only swimming trunks carrying a towel in full view of whoever else happened
to be walking along that path. John and I had the most amazing sex together
regularly in the woods until both troops struck camp and parted our ways. I
had almost forgotten about him and yet he left me with wonderful memories
of our hookups together.

I heard a key operating the front door lock and Matthew entered wearing his
school uniform wheeling in a red Viking racing bicycle parking it in the
hallway. I saw he was the spitting image of his elder brother and a quick
glance at his crotch after he removed his blazer told me he too was packing
a large package for his age, just like his brother 4 years ago and now I'm
betting in my mind that he's already a spunker. I'm having lustful thoughts
about this young lad dearly wishing to get inside his pants wondering if he
will want to take my large 8 inches of prime teenage boy cock up his arse.

He sat right next to me telling me about himself with our thighs touching
hard against each other and his leg was definitely warm, doubtless owing to
the bike ride from school which I felt through both his school uniform
trousers and my jeans. I wanted this boy naked so I could give him a really
good time and those thoughts gave me a rock hard twitching cock forming a
prominent bulge in my jeans and feeling a large gob of pre-cum love juice
wetting my 100% nylon Australian made Speedo swimming briefs which he
certainly noticed but didn't make a move or made mention of it and yet he
too got rock hard forming a considerable tent in his school uniform
trousers which he promptly covered up with his tray. I knew there and then
this boy was really hot.

I asked him. "Do you have a spare bike so we could go for a ride and you
can show me around?"

"My old bike's in the shed, it used to be my brother's which he built and
used it for his paper round and now it's mine, come on, let's go," then
donned his blazer, led me out to his shed with the racer and wheeled out a
red stripped down bike with a 3 speed Sturmey Archer rear hub sporting cow
horn handlebars and a luggage rack mounted on the front, clearly a
newsboy's bike which I was to ride.

A well used bike it may be but I could tell that John, or someone certainly
took care of it despite re-starting its life as a collection of parts from
the dump about 5 years ago. I also saw something else which caught my eye
and peeked under the tarpaulin covering it revealing a Ex WD BSA M20, 500cc
side valve single cylinder motorcycle with both tyres flat and asked
Matthew.

"Whose bike is this?"

"It was dad's but it's never been anywhere for years, certainly for as long
as I can remember."

He shut the shed door and I followed him until we arrived in a thicket of
woods beside the railway line, he led me in to a place surrounded by thick
brush realizing no one would see us laying the bikes on the ground when he
came straight to the point saying.

"I know what it is you want," then he sexily embraced me with a hug humping
his groin into me then reaching up my jacket thumbing my nipples
wondering. `Who the hell's taught him that?'

He went straight for my jeans, unbuttoned them and dropped them down
revealing my swim briefs which he gasped in astonishment at the sight of,
he quickly untied the cord, pulled them down and the next thing I know was
he had my cock with its head coated with my leaking juices in his mouth and
the way he performed certainly told me he was no beginner.

I came inside his mouth in no time flat and he drank every drop of my
spunk, not only that, it was so intense I wanted to scream and fought hard
not to. Now it was my turn to return the favour and he quickly dropped his
trousers revealing a pair of white nylon girl's knickers tented out by his
really fat cock which must have been at least 6 inches if not more. I
quickly took it into my mouth giving him my best tongue treatment on the
head of his cock when I knew he was close and he said.

"Pull out and wank me." I did what he said straight away when the first
gush of brilliant white spunk shot out flying about 3 yards followed by the
second one probably about 10 seconds later, all in all he shot out at least
half a dozen well spaced out gushes ending with a dribble which truly was
an amazing sight and he wanted me to see it before stashing his deflating
still leaking cock back inside his knickers asking me not to lick it clean
as he wanted it to still continue leaking into his knickers. I knew right
away that he's definitely going home with a still leaking cock whereas he
cleaned mine right out.

I saw him back home watching him enter then started up the little Honda and
rode back home totally enchanted by young Matthew and now on a mission to
get this hot 13 year old large cocked schoolboy into bed with me.

Having arrived back home, I grabbed my towel and goggles and as I already
wore my Speedo swimming trunks, albeit stained with spunk stains under my
jeans, I rode to the Community Centre's indoor swimming pool hoping to
catch either John, Rob or both. I parked the little Honda outside the
entrance, locked it with a padlock and chain, entered the foyer, paid
Sandra the receptionist my money, got changed and entered the pool hall
sporting a beaming smile seeing them both sat on poolside with Joe the
superintendent stood beside Rob talking.

This swimming pool held many memories for me having learned to swim here
with the school, after that I came here regularly with my friends and got
to know Sandra the receptionist, a mature woman who's part of the furniture
here and when the summer came, we went to the Baylis outdoor pool which was
cheaper.

I also came to both pools with the scouts where we done our tests for our
swimmers badges and later on I took my lifesavers badge, Joe was both our
instructor and examiner and he remembered me straight away asking.

"How was things in Australia and what brings you back here".

I replied. "I came back as gran's had an accident and broke her hip,"
Pointing out John, I said.

"Both John and I worked at Quinns the Honda dealer in Melbourne."

"I'm sure they want to talk to you, do you mind waiting till they come off
and you can join them in their tea break, meanwhile just get in and swim at
your leisure."

I entered the lane at the 3 foot shallow end at the steps, donned my
goggles and went into a half mile distance swim thankful that John's
coaching has tidied up my front crawl stroke when, within 2 lengths I felt
myself warming up with my stroke becoming more fluid, I also sensed both
their gazes on my body knowing I was the centre of their sexual desires and
it would be a matter of time before we would be having a gay sex threesome
together (foursome if John's brother joined in).

I couldn't get thoughts of Matthew out of my head and before long I was
swimming with a rock hard cock inside my Speedos, it got so hard that the
foreskin retracted itself with the wet silky nylon playing havoc with the
sensitive head of my cock, so much so otherwise I would be having a hands
free ejaculation inside my Speedos and stopped at the deep end.

Rob came up to me saying as he pointed Joe out.

"Joe would like to see you when you've finished."

After showering and drying, John led me through into the office which was
stacked out with antiques and grandfather clocks and out through the side
door where we sat on chairs outside. Joe brought out the teas and biscuits
and we conferred talking about our times back in Oz.

The conversation went onto swimming and I sensed that Joe, having seen me
in the water had a proposition for me when he asked John.

"Seeing as you're already training your mate for his Bronze Medallion,
would you mind training Tom up as well as I can see we have the makings of
a good team together."

I was blown away by Joe's proposal having wondered what I would be doing
for work to earn some money, I couldn't thank my mates fast enough as
they've obviously put a good word in for me but I was also in a predicament
of having to look after gran and explained this to Joe not knowing that he
was good at pulling strings.

Joe also had teenage schoolgirls working for him who also wanted to earn a
few bob extra from the council's coffers and had them already lined up to
take my place looking after gran in my absence, I soon realized that Joe's
one hell of a crafty git and so began my time working at the pool with both
my mates.

They brought Gran back the next day when she proudly showed me her post
surgery X ray photo having begged them like crazy for a print, looking at
the photo I saw that she was put back together with a serious amount of
hardware looking like they raided a hardware store. I later learned from
Vivian, who has a keen interest in photography that this is done by the
contact print method which he explained to me is done by placing the X ray
plate in a frame housing a sheet of photographic paper in a darkroom and
exposing it to a bright light for X amount of time.

The one blessing was it gave her some mobility enabling her to use the
toilet unaided. I may be her grandson but I daresay she would kick up one
hell of a fuss at having a man assist her at going to the bogs so
thankfully our blushes are spared on that one.

She sat in her favourite chair facing the TV which she didn't want turned
on; instead she switched on the radiogram which is tuned in to Radio One on
247 metres medium wave, the BBC's answer to the pop pirate radio stations
after they went off the air. a trait she inherited from her mother who was
a Suffragette. She loved listening to the pop pirate radio stations as well
as I along with my schoolmates on hand held transistor radios we bought by
saving up our paper round money (Gran bought me a Sobell, a locally made
leather covered transistor radio) until they went off the air owing to the
Marine Broadcasting bill becoming law.

After a few days, gran and I settled into a routine punctuated by visits
from her helpers and Joe had me working evening shifts at the pool but with
John training up Robert and I for our Bronze medallions, we got there for 7
am which gave us an hour in the pool followed by showers and Joe rustling
up a proper breakfast using a twin burner Swedish Optimus petrol stove,
doubtless one of his jumble sale/ barn find/house clearance trophies.

I left the pool after collecting my bike from the plant room, as I rode out
along the path; I was hailed by a bespectacled effeminate looking long
haired schoolboy of about 15 or 16 wearing the uniform of the grammar
school across the road stood under a sycamore tree with his back to the
next building's back door. I stopped when he asked me with a cigarette in
his hand.

"You wouldn't by any chance happen to have a light?"

I fished into my rucksack for the tobacco tin, rolled one up and lit both
together. He said.

"You're a really kind lad." I replied. "Aren't you a bit close to your
school to be having a puff?"

"The teachers can't be bothered to drive past here; they always enter off
the main road."

We exchanged names, addresses and phone numbers especially as I wanted to
get into 15 year old Dylan's pants and knew he traded looks at various porn
magazines with other boys, some of which were downright illegal and a well
known naturist magazine always had photos of naked children along with
their parents so I said.

"I bet you've got a naughty magazine in your duffle bag?"

Sure enough he pulled out a glossy coloured magazine and he flicked through
the pages, I noticed he held pages of young naked teenage boys open for
longer and with a quick glance, I saw his cock was certainly tenting out
his school uniform trousers and sporting definite spunk stains which told
me he was wanking a lot.

I felt his cock giving it a good squeeze feeling its twitches asking.

"Is there anywhere we can go?"

He led me through a gate to the side of the building, past an old
dilapidated shed and through the gap between the shed and a pre fabricated
concrete garage to stand between the side of the garage and a chain link
fence with a dense privet hedge obscuring the view from nearby houses, he
certainly found a good spot.

He unbuttoned his blazer when we embraced giving each other tongue kisses
asking me to feel up his breasts and caress his nipples through his
shirt. I judged his breasts were certainly on the large side for a boy
which felt like I was feeling up a girl and his nipples were the size of
thimbles, a closer look revealed their pointed shape tenting out his shirt
topped with definite thimble sized protrusions and stroking his nipples
certainly had him moaning with pleasure.

I undone his school tie and unbuttoned his shirt revealing his bare chest
with his pointed budding girly breasts, I drew in my breath at this
wonderful sight of this boy's small but firm boobs which would certainly
grace the chest of most 12 or 13 year old girls and asked him.

"Shouldn't you be wearing a bra?'

"I do but not to school otherwise everyone would see it through my shirt, I
know as I love seeing the girls bras through their blouses, just that alone
is enough for me to ask the teacher for a toilet break to go and have a
good wank."

Just feeling up his lovely breasts up fuelled me into a frenzy of lust. My
cock was not only rock hard, it was twitching inside my Speedos and I felt
a single gush of my juices wet both my Speedos and shorts when I began
sucking on a nipple. Meanwhile he undid his flies taking out his hugely fat
cock which I guessed to be a good 9 inches over the waistband of his red
nylon Speedo swimming trunks and began slowly wanking it.

Dylan certainly deserved more than a good wank so I went down on my knees
and gave him a good sucking off whilst also massaging his nipples driving
him crazy with lust. The head of his cock was coated with slimy juices
where his rock hard cock had obviously leaked into his Speedos and just
sucking it had him moaning like a bitch taking him just seconds to shoot a
huge load down my throat.

He quickly tucked his still leaking cock back into his trunks, zipped up
his flies and buttoned up his shirt finally putting his tie back on and
left. This boy was so hot I had shot a huge load in my Speedos whilst
sucking him and rode my little Honda home with a huge pool of spunk which
had also wet my shorts. For the rest of the day I just couldn't get him out
of my head thinking how a lightly built long haired effeminate boy could
have amazing girly breasts with a monstrously huge prick that would easily
pass for a schoolgirl just by changing his trousers for a skirt and wearing
either regulation knee high gartered socks or black tights.

I really wanted to see him wearing a bra next time and fathomed that having
lit up his fag this morning, its 10 bob to a pinch of shit he's going to be
there at lunchtime. I also knew he's going to be there with his friends, I
had to scheme a way of passing him that note. Inside my cabin bag I had a
wad of Australian 10 cent pre-paid aerogramme letter forms some of which
bore Quinn's rubber stamp with my name above in the senders name and
address, an arrangement I had with Quinns to receive any urgent mail then
it struck me. As I already have his name and address I wrote the note on
the air letter addressing it to him.

Come lunchtime I served gran's lunch and asked her if she wanted anything
from the shops which was better this way rather than suddenly dropping it
on her that I was going out, I knew we were getting short of tea and sugar,
threw on my backpack with my wallet, wheeled out the Honda, rode it to the
pool and sure enough he was there with his mates.

I took out the air letter form passing it to him saying.

"This came through my letter box this morning from Australia." All his
mates eyes lit up in astonishment and one asked. "Who's it from?"

Dylan pocketed it saying. "Thanks mister," One lad asked. "What's it say?"

He replied. "None of your business you nosey parker, it's private mail,"
and the rest of his friends burst out laughing.

I picked up the tea and sugar on my way home with a bonus, the grocer had 7
pint tins of National dried milk going for a song and bought one off him.

I arrived on my little Honda parking it in the plant room to start my shift
at the pool that evening when Sandra, the receptionist passed me an
envelope bearing my name, it contained Dylan's air letter form and below my
message he wrote.

`My Darling Tom, I will wear a lovely bra just for you along with the rest
of my girl's clothes. I'll be waiting for you outside when you finish, love
Dylan Jeggings XXXXXX.

Sandra asked. "Is she your girlfriend?"  .  .  .  "She sure is."

"You're telling me, she's a real dish, you're lucky to get her."

That's when I twigged, Dylan gave her that note dressed as a schoolgirl and
fooled Sandra.

This particular evening was private hire, the first 2 hours was the local
swimming club comprising kids up to 14 for the first hour followed by 15 to
18's the second with myself and Joe sharing watches in half hours after
which I took a tea break during their final quarter of an hour where I
rolled up a smoke.

The next hour I was shocked. Here I was, a horny as fuck 17 year old
lifeguarding the local naturist club, yes I was lifeguarding a pool full of
nudists of all shapes and sizes. I saw that they were mostly families yet
the sight of a stunningly attractive well suntanned 13 year old dark blond
haired girl entering the pool hall with her equally attractive mum had my
cock quickly rising to full mast and leaking gobs of my juices into my
Speedos and wetting my shorts. They entered the pool swimming lengths in
the lane and having just watched teenage competitive swimmers, this pair
was equally as good as them.

The last hour was the local swimming club's senior's session which was
watched by their coach as well as he coaching them, most of these swimmers
also held Bronze medallions so in one respect it was a pool full of
lifeguards, many of which were the equal of the Australians who guard their
beaches and are the elite of the elite. It was during this session that Joe
and I cleaned the changing rooms with final checks after they left. This
group of swimmers was very conscientious and ensured the changing rooms
were clean and tidy, just like they would expect to find them.

I left the pool at the end of my shift to see a stunningly attractive
bespectacled girl sat open legged on the bench sexily dressed in a mini
skirt showing her bright red panties wearing a skin tight black sheer nylon
vest with sheer black stockings held up with a suspender belt wearing high
heeled shoes with her handbag to her side sexily smoking a cigarette from a
long cigarette holder. Her tits certainly were bigger, obviously held out
by a bra which I spotted through her vest with the bra straps, she looked
at me with a very saucy looking smile and yet I saw her expression of lust
in her face.

We fell into a lovers embrace passionately tongue kissing whilst humping
both our erect nylon clad cocks into each other and feeling up her lovely
firm breasts.

By now Joe had left for home leaving us alone with the spare key to the
plant room so I led Dylan inside finding one of the large foam floats laid
out for us on the floor, all Dylan had to do was drop his panties and
crouch down on all fours whilst I gave his intensely craving arse a good
fucking and boy, he was really gagging for it.

From his handbag he took out the Vaseline to lube up my hugely fat 8 inch
teenage fuck stick then give his arse a good dose of Vaseline, not that I
needed to especially when I saw the huge gaping hole presented before me
when he took off his vest, I unclipped his bra then pushed it fully home in
one.

Holding him by the hips I pistoned into him hard which is how he likes it
pleasantly surprised to find it a loose fit inside his teenage fuck hole,
being of a small build allowed me to feel his breasts, massage and squeeze
his nipples and give his enormously huge cock which was certainly bigger
than mine having guessed it to be at least 10 inches which certainly filled
up my hand as I gave it a good stroking.

Dylan certainly was squealing with pleasure and despite taking a slow pace
later on to last longer, I wasn't able to hold back the flood of spunk
which gushed into him shortly followed by his blasting out onto the foam
mat.

Having cleaned the mat with a lost property towel, we laid down together
facing each other sensually fondling and kissing each other before I began
to suck on each of his nipples which certainly felt like small cocks inside
my mouth dearly wishing they would produce milk when he asked.

"Is it possible to arrange for me to swim naked?"

I was taken back by this direct request and I visualized in my mind seeing
this beauty naked in the water, setting it up would be another matter,
after all said and done some of the pool staff came in the morning. I
couldn't give him an answer right away and said. "Leave it with me."

The hour was late when we left and I watched him walk sexily along the path
away from me illuminated by the little Honda's headlight with his bottom
certainly giving me a sexy wiggle before riding home.

Having checked gran was OK and fast asleep, I made a cup of coffee with a
slice of buttered toast spread with marmalade before setting my alarm clock
and retiring for the night only to wake up in the small hours with an earth
shattering wet dream which I remembered very distinctly. Dylan was feeding
me his wonderful elixir of Eros which he loves to call his milk, it had a
wonderful creamy sweet taste similar to a luxury ice cream and yet after
washing my package and hand washing the Speedos I wore that day, I slept
the rest of the night naked with the taste of Dylan's milk somehow
pleasantly lingering in my mouth.

The first week of training passed by like a dose of salts as I awoke to the
alarm and a fine sunny morning, I donned my Speedos, tee shirt, shorts and
plimsolls knowing it was the final day of training and rode to the pool on
the little Honda meeting everyone outside. John had done a brilliant job of
training us for our Bronze Medallions with the exam the following day.

Training consisted mainly of revision and even Matthew was certainly up to
par as despite being both the lightest and youngest person there, he
certainly proved himself in the water towing older heavier built teenagers
including his elder brother and completing the timed swim well inside the
time limit.

Everyone oozed confidence, particularly Matthew as we were about to take an
arduous qualification as well as a question and answer session and a
practical resuscitation exam.

After the session finished, I toweled myself down to get home quickly and
there was Dylan with his blazer folded over his forearm and once again he
hailed me for a light. I promptly rolled one up, lit both fags and passed
him his one when he took a good drag and blew smoke into my face ending
with a wicked smile and it didn't take me long to see why.

I could see Dylan's white bra under his white school shirt which certainly
lifted his breasts to a very prominent point which I found to be very sexy
indeed adding immensely to his appearance as a young girl and once again I
felt my cock erecting to full mast inside my still wet Speedos with the
intense sensation of a gush of my juice further wetting my Speedos which
had now warmed to the temperature of my warm skin and no longer felt cold.

We embraced into passionate tongue kissing gently humping our groins into
each other and giving his breasts a good feel up with nipple stroking and
sucking them through his shirt when I said to him.

"Dylan my love, I've had a lovely highly intense wet dream last night, I
dreamt we were having the most passionate sex together when you fed me the
most delicious milk from your breasts."

"Oh Tom, that's so awesome, kinky too, I too keep having the same dream of
feeding milk to a lover in my wet dreams, it's as though I'm a girl not a
boy, as if I'm a girl in a boy's body."

I had to leave him as time was passing by to get home and fix gran's
breakfast, he understood this and I promised to see him again leaving him
with a passionate hug and kiss.

Gran was already up wearing her dressing gown when I arrived having just
gone to the toilet. I quickly started cooking our breakfasts whilst she sat
on the settee listening to the radio; she had only just finished the last
of the breakfast, a slice of buttered toast with marmalade and was about to
drink her tea when the doorbell rang heralding the visit of her morning
carer.

It soon became apparent that gran was slowly gaining her mobility and began
asserting herself more; she had put on her dressing gown herself and I was
still dressed in my pool uniform of tee shirt, shorts and plimsolls even
though my Speedos had fully dried on my person and just sat in the living
room having retuned the radio to BBC Radio one only to turn it off in
disgust with the recent memories of the pop pirate radio stations and my
favourite Melbourne radio stations 3KZ and 3XY muttering to myself.

"When's this damn country going to have a decent radio station?"

Whilst gran's morning carer was washing her followed by trimming her
toenails and filing them smooth to avoid laddering her stockings I read
through the latest copy of the local rag (Slough Observer) looking through
the jobs section. I saw an advert for `The British Internal Combustion
Engine Research Institute' advertising for engine technicians. The very
name of the company had a prestige air to it, the sort of name which would
certainly look impressive on a CV so I called them and arranged an
interview for the afternoon.

After the carer left, I went out and stocked up on the shopping from the
local shop, returned only to learn that Gran had an appointment at the
hospital. I cursed the system wondering how on earth I was going to take
her there when she said.

"You can drive me there in my car."

"What about your car, I'm not insured to drive it, if we get stopped,
they'll take my licence away and heaven forbid if there's an accident."

"Tom, you worry too much, besides, when I knew you were flying back, I
called the insurance broker who's added your name to the policy so all you
have to do is take me there."

"Yes, what about the L plates?"

"Give a kid on a bike a few bob and he'll go and fetch them for me."

I gave her a kiss saying. "Gran, you think of everything."

I led her out to her lock up aided by 2 walking sticks which she opened
revealing a green coloured Morris Minor traveler estate car with polished
woodwork, she got in, started it up and reversed out, locked the doors,
passed me the L plates from her handbag which I stuck on then got in the
driver's seat whilst she sat next to me.

Fortunately my previous driving experience was with a bunch of kids driving
an old clapped out sit up and beg Ford Popular at the back of Mars 3 years
ago and felt confident driving her there thankful that she was guiding me.

I felt nervous at first as this was my first time on the road and yet she
kept me reassured at all times, in many ways she was as good as any driving
instructor and it is thanks to her I later passed my driving test first
time in her car but for now she would have to sit next to me every time I
drove as she held a full driving licence having taken her licence out
before the days of the driving test having previously drove trucks and
motorcycles as she was a dispatch rider during the war.

I was pleased to learn from her consultant that she was on the mend having
taken further X rays who was amazed at the speed of her recovery so far and
started her on physiotherapy. He thanked me for being with her at her time
of need and having left the hospital in fine sunny weather, I decided to
pop into the shop for some food &c and drove her to the river for a picnic
lunch directing me to park by the scout hut at Eton Wick from where she led
me using both her walking sticks to a small beach beside a stream entering
the water where we sat down on a low stone wall.

She said. "Tom, I used to swim here as a young girl, the stream flowing
into the river here warms it up during hot weather, at the time the Eton
college boys also swam here but further down and the local swimming club at
Windsor held river races, their mile swim always started from the same
place as the Eton college boys but it was their longer race which started
from the lock further upstream ending some distance past Windsor Bridge,
about 2 ½ miles downstream. We came out on those mornings to cheer
them on."

"That's a hell of a distance for anyone to swim."

"I agree, even youngsters have swam that race, I think the youngest was 12,
you have to remember that when you swim in the river, it's a concession,
not a right, you are swimming in a body of water which has been here for
thousands of years which can kill you in a heartbeat and yet during the
summer cycle when the water's more pleasant you are at one with nature and
I mean that because kids have swam here in the nude."

"Why? Isn't that illegal?"

Yes it is, you have to remember that many families couldn't afford to buy
their kids swimming costumes back then which is why they swam naked and
nobody even bothered them, as for the Eton college boys, they had a rule
whereby whenever a boat with a woman on board passed by, if they were on
the river bank, they either had to cover up or go behind a screen whereas
the boys in the water had to stay there."

I took off my tee shirt, shorts, plimsolls and socks and waded into the
water wearing my Speedos onto fine sand underwater which felt luxurious on
my feet just like walking on a sandy beach and yet I had walked
precariously through gravel. Gran saw me grimacing at the cold water when
she said.

"Just stay there until you feel comfortable," I did as she asked for a few
minutes before swimming to the opposite bank on front crawl stroke. I
changed to breast stroke so as to see my position in the water swimming
upstream when I entered the area of warmer water. Here I lay on my back
using a gentle combination of arm sculling with a lifesaving leg kick. I
was in my element having entered her secret area of water becoming euphoric
at just relaxing here when gran called me out to dry off and have a picnic
lunch.

She proudly said to me. "I see that you are indeed a very strong swimmer,
I'm proud of you especially as you're just like the son I never had, you
should pass your Bronze medallion with flying colours."

Even though I was still wet she gave me a powerful hug with a tongue kiss
which surprised me a lot thinking.

`She's my gran, why would she do that?' I could only think of her seeing me
as a handsome suntanned well sculptured teenage boy sporting a decent bulge
in Speedos giving her lustful thoughts, perhaps she may have wet her
panties with her juices at the sight of me?. I wasn't the one to ask.

After lunch I drove her home and garaged the car, changed into smart casual
clothes and rode the little Honda to my interview. I entered a large
building on the trading estate into a plush foyer seeing a large plaque on
the wall bearing the names of companies comprising the British Internal
Combustion Research Institute and these were indeed prestige companies
rather like reading a who's who. Top of the list was Sir W G Armstrong
Whitworth ltd, Shell GB, Rolls Royce, G A Vandervell &c. I knew right away
that I walked into a company at the upper echelons of engineering to be met
by a Mr. Bridger.

He gave me a guided tour of the facility; here I saw various engines
ranging from car engines to heavy diesels all mounted on test beds with
dynamometers hooked up to instruments with a technician in attendance.

There were some engines there which weren't running which were either in
the process of being stripped down for inspection or being rebuilt and I
was stunned to learn that Spitfire, Hurricane and other aircraft engines
were being run up and tested here during the war.

I was led to a small room to fill out an application form for Mr. Bridger
to read. He looked through it asking me about my time at Quinns when I
showed him their key fob with my little Honda's key.

In summing up he said.

"Thomas, I find that you are rather young to be applying for one of our
positions here, however I will keep your name on file to contact you at the
start of the academic year in September to commence an apprenticeship.

I do happen to know that the Japanese Honda company has one of the world's
best apprentice schemes and therefore I see a bright future ahead for you."

We shook hands saying our goodbyes. I left the building thinking about what
he said about Honda mechanics, all the grease monkeys knew they were indeed
a special breed and yet. Mr. Quinn told me that a bike's a bike, whoever
made it, they all work the same burning a compressed mixture of petrol
inside a cylinder turning a crankshaft driving through a transmission to
the back wheel.

My next port of call was Bob Wilkerson's shop in Woodland Avenue. He was
the local Royal Enfield agent which isn't made in England any more. I
entered the shop which only had a couple of Lambretta scooters, a Honda 50
like mine with electric start and a BSA Bantam and yes, he did have a 3
year old 250cc Royal Enfield Continental GT in the showroom displaying a
145 quid price tag. This machine is styled on a racing bike and almost
looked like new. All the aluminium parts of the machine were highly
polished; they included the engine cases, fork sliders, instrument housing,
wheel hubs and front hub outer discs. Here was a machine I could ride on a
learner's licence and I could take gran on the back.

I read through the machine's specifications and saw this bike had a large
bore clear tubing breather pipe fitted from the top of the crankcase to the
rear sub frame out past the number plate, a 6 spring clutch conversion and
has a 5 speed gearbox, I almost fell in love with this machine having seen
other lads riding either these, the Super 5 or Crusader sports machines and
they certainly have a healthy bark and then I saw it. There was a small
pool of oil under the machine and having heard from other lads that they're
known for oil leaks.

I asked him about the machine which he agreed to start. He kindly let me
take it for a test ride and although the bike had a loud bark, it handled
perfectly but there was one instance where I missed a gear change. I
returned to the shop in euphoric spirits having rode what is supposed to be
a thoroughbred machine despite the oil leak weighing heavily on my mind. I
knew that to secure this machine I would have to trade in my little Honda.

I asked him about the oil leak and he replied.

"It's only a minor one sir, they all do that, apparently the engine
castings are porous, I could have them sent away to have the internal
surfaces blast cleaned and painted with epoxy paint."

I thought. `This is tantamount to fixing the leak with Araldite, said in so
many words'

"O K, can you do this on finance and how much will you give for my little
Honda?.

"I can allow you 5 quid on your Honda seeing that the kick start's missing
and the shaft's broken but you will require a guarantor on account of your
age."

I immediately saw this deal stalling as there's no way I would even think
of asking my grandmother to be my guarantor let alone my own mother after
what my parents have done to me and left the shop. Perhaps it's all for the
best as I own my Honda outright and once I've repaired the kickstart it
will certainly be worth a tidy sum and rode home to study my Royal Life
Saving Society handbook before taking my exam that evening.

Having cooked gran and I our evening meals, I rode to the pool for the 8pm
test and parked the Honda in the plant room. John was there with a mature
woman wearing a track suit with a large Acme Thunderer referee's whistle
hung around her neck with a cord who I guessed was a school teacher judging
by her air of authority who's also the examiner. Also present was Matthew,
Robert and Derek a dark blond haired Sea Scout patrol leader wearing his
uniform which surprised me. He was the same size as Matthew apart from
being a year older.

We entered Joe's office to sit on chairs; John introduced us by name and
age which the examiner wrote down on her form. She introduced herself and
commenced the exam with a question and answer session on water safety
followed by the practical resuscitation demonstration. It was here that
Matthew was paired with Derek the Sea Scout.

Having entered the pool for the water test, I saw Derek wore navy blue
Speedos which resembled girl's netball knickers as did all our Speedos; we
entered the pool for our warm up swim when I saw Derek truly was a young
whippersnapper in the water as he was the fastest swimmer there.

We donned tee shirts, sorts and plimsolls for the 50 yards x 50 yards timed
swim and tow then swam the rest of our tests in our swimming trunks
finishing with retrieving a rubber brick from the 7 foot 6 inch deep end
and finally the struggling casualty restraint. After showering and drying,
we dressed and re-entered Joe's office for our final debrief with Joe
present, she gave each one of us a verbal run down on how we performed
throughout before finally telling each one that we all passed and
congratulating John for his excellent tuition skills having trained us. She
went on to tell Derek to thank his school's PE and games teacher for
training him. All that remained was to wait for our medallions when Joe
brought in mugs of tea with individually wrapped slices of McVities fruit
cakes to end our evenings with leaving in the dark.

I had thoughts about seducing Derek knowing I could secretly spirit his
address from Joe's records. Everyone had left to go home leaving me to get
my Honda from the plant room and locking the door. I sat on the bench and
rolled one up when I saw a cigarette glowing momentarily by the sycamore
tree before a girl started walking towards me wearing her high heeded shoes
which gave off distinctly loud footsteps, she wore her tiny mini skirt with
nothing underneath and black sheer stockings held up with a suspender belt
topped with a white blouse, as she approached I saw it was Dylan and his
cock and balls were totally visible below her mini skirt as he had his
panties inside his handbag.

We fell into a passionate tongue kissing lover's embrace followed by
quickly unbuttoning his blouse to lovingly caress his breasts and suck on
his huge nipples through his bra whilst stroking his huge rock hard leaking
cock with my hand.

He was so overcome with lust quickly taking the Vaseline from his handbag,
lubing his cock whilst I dropped my shorts and still wet Speedos then bent
over the bench ready to take his huge invading log of a cock up my already
lubed arse.

He pushed it in slowly until it was balls deep; thankfully my arse had
already been stretched out by having large cocks up there thanks to the
massage parlour's clientele with Carol, their madam watching me render my
services which I was well paid for. For one so young, she certainly had
loads of experience judging by his gentle thrusts and when he bent his body
to grasp my cock I felt his breasts pushing onto my back wishing we were
both naked so I cold feel them properly and wishing to feel them leak their
warm precious elixir of Eros onto my bare back even though we were both
still clothed

I felt his huge pole doing wonderful things to my secret love button inside
building up to a shattering orgasm when my cock shot out in huge gushes of
spunk, some of which flew several feet over the bench into the hedge whilst
others hit the back of the bench when I felt his cock gushing his heavenly
hot huge hot load deep inside me but he wasn't finished yet.

He sucked out any remaining spunk from my cock to give me his first spunk
laden tongue kiss followed by sucking as much of my spunk out of my arse
for his second spunk laden tongue kiss to finally sit on the bench
passionately kissing and caressing each other when he asked.

"Can you please take me to the cinema?"

"Of course my love, permit me to escort you home and please put your
panties back on."

I initially wanted to walk him home but he pleaded with me to take him on
the back which I knew was a bad idea, especially if a cop stopped us as he
doesn't hold a full licence, I said.

"I really shouldn't be doing this, if we're stopped I'll cop a fine and an
endorsement, look, I'll put the bike away and escort you home."

I became highly relieved that he saw sense and allowed me to escort him
home. Having entered Baylis park, he led me to a dark quiet spot to lie
down on the grass and continued our lovemaking cuddling and caressing his
breasts as he did mine and this time he undid his blouse allowing me to
unclip his bra to give both his nipples a good sucking, light pinching,
tweaking and rubbing them gently with my hands and even though we've just
had sex outside the pool, both our cocks were rock hard again and this time
he went on all fours whilst I hiked up her mini skirt, pulled down his
panties, lubed up his rear pussy hole and my cock, pushed it in fully home
and this time I fucked her hard which is apparently how he likes it despite
me packing 8 solid fat inches of prime teenage boy cock.

I took longer to shoot another load inside him and when I did, he uttered
loud gasps at every gush which flooded deep inside his bowels. I licked a
mouthful of my own spunk from him finishing with a spunk laden tongue kiss
and finally helping him to dress and walk him hand in hand to his house for
a last hug and kiss for the night. I felt euphoric having had the most
amazing sex with him having shown him a good time whilst he walked to his
home with me with my spunk leaking out of his gaping rear hole filling his
panties.

The following morning after breakfast and letting gran's carer into the
flat, I rode to the pool on the little Honda for a morning shift till
lunchtime. Sandra was on reception that day and she's part of the furniture
having worked here since the pool opened in 1936, a mature bespectacled
blond haired woman in her 50's who keeps her haired dyed otherwise she
would be really showing her age owing to her graying hair.

She was a woman you could ask her anything and she kept your secrets so I
picked my time to ask her.

"Is there anything I can give a girl so she could make milk?."

She thought for a few moments then replied.

"There was a boy who worked here about 16 years ago and he was a real dish,
just like the one I saw you with a few days ago. He also worked on blue
movies, a male prostitute and escort up town who would definitely pass for
a girl if he wore girl's clothes. I remember Joe getting his prescriptions
for him at the time and sending them to his boarding school in Scotland. He
was definitely making milk so I know it can be done, I think he may still
have some in the safe, leave it to me to ask him."

"Thanks Sandra, you're a real gem.

I took my mid morning tea break at 10.30 am during which I rolled one up
whilst Sandra made the teas, over our cigarette break, Sandra asked Joe.

"Do you still have those pills for the RAF kid in the safe?"

He looked perplexed for a moment replying. "I don't know as I can't place
him."

"Oh sure you do, we had both the cops and the RAF police here about his
bicycle which was apparently stolen."

"I remember now, yes, they gave the poor kid a rough time over that bike,
they must have made his life hell as they kept stopping him on it and
raiding his grandmother's house. What strikes me is that they don't usually
go to that sort of trouble over a bike; anyway, they finally sorted it out
in the end. It's a good story to tell in a bar though."

I asked. "So, how did the story end?"

Joe replied. "The lad stole a Carlton racer belonging to the station
commander's son who was bullying him. He brought it back to England with
him on a RAF flight and when the RAF police went looking for it, I hid it
up in the plant room's roof until they eventually found it. He, like most
kids around here built a bike from the dump which they kept stopping him on
and checking the serial number. In the end it turned out that the station
commander's son stole the Carlton from the lad's father."

"That's a hell of a story,"

Joe looked in the safe and after taking out some files he produced an
unopened bottle saying."

"Here they are, Tom, why would you be wanting with these?" as he passed
them to me.

"There for my elder sister, thanks."

"Here's another one, just let me know whenever you want some more as I have
a whole box of them."

"Thanks Joe, I'll keep it in mind."

With two bottles of those pills, I had more than enough to bring on Dylan's
milk supply and decided to give him one tonight at the cinema asking him to
start taking them right away.

That evening I took him to the Ambassador cinema on the Farnham road, the
rear of which was used as a film set for the movie `The Family Way (1966)'
starring Hywel Bennett as Arthur and Hayley Mills as Jenny Fitton. As a
pair of newlyweds who want nothing more than to get their marriage onto the
right foot.

Every cinema in the country gave out round stickers displaying the linked
male and female symbols with the letters TFW in yellow on a black
background. These stickers ended up on our bikes, saddlebags, car window
and bumper stickers etc and the school teachers were demanding to remove
them and yet, as fast as one was removed, another one took its place.

I originally planned to take him to the Adelphi, but there's no way he
wanted to go near the place and it didn't take long to reason why, so we
quickly settled for the Ambassador.

With the Easter weekend approaching, the weather was unusually warm like
English summer days in April. I wore a pair of sheer light blue nylon
summer trousers with a red pair of Speedos underneath topped with a sheer
light blue short sleeve shirt and tie. He wore her mini skirt with a short
sleeve blouse, bright red nylon panties with matching bra which gave her
breasts a really sexy pointed uplift with her sheer tan coloured stockings
held up with a suspender belt openly displaying its clasps and straps below
the mini skirt's hem line. He carried his handbag gracefully but this time
he didn't wear high heeled shoes electing to wear a pair of girl's school
shoes knowing we would both be walking from the pool's car park.

We entered the cinema to sit in the back row where I quickly noticed that
it wasn't packed anywhere near like the Adelphi and seeing that the movie
was one which neither of us wanted to watch in the first place we began to
passionately make love to each other after the movie started.

I unbuttoned his blouse to give his breasts sensual caresses gripping each
one with my hand and stroking each nipple in turn through his bra making
him elicit hums before moving a bra cup aside showing his breast in all
their glory with a hugely erect nipple when I started tonguing and sucking
on it then repeating the same with his other breast. By now he hiked back
his mini skirt, dropped the waistband of his panties and was slowly wanking
his huge cock which looked monstrous for his small petite size especially
as neither of us could even get our hands round it, its head glistened in
the poor light with a gaping piss slit when he started bucking in his seat
uttering grunts as I watched her spunk fly out like a fire hose in well
spaced out gushes which flew over the seats in front to land on the floor
with satisfying splats leaving me to finally suck out any remaining spunk
from his cock and give him a spunk laden tongue kiss before finally tucking
it back into his panties to continue leaking its final after leakage
leaving him with a huge wet spot.

He unbuttoned my trousers, untied the cord of my Speedos gently taking my
rock hard cock out which had already leaked my love juices into the silky
nylon leaving its head coated with my juices when he expertly licked clean
before finally sucking me off and swallowing every single drop of spunk out
of my cock taking care not to have me screaming my head off whilst being
assaulted by a highly intense orgasm and having to run out of the cinema.

During the intermission, I bought us both tubs of ice cream and orange
drinks from the lady stood in front of the screen which we tucked into
before I rolled up 2 cigarettes passing her one then lit up both even
though he had a packet of fags with a long cigarette holder in his handbag
and looks drop dead sexy smoking one with the cigarette holder, perhaps
it's just his style?. I began to reason that being such a hot blooded
insatiable sex maniac driven by lust must be the reason he won't go
anywhere near the Adelphi?.

Before we finally left, I said to him.

"My love, I have something especially for you," as I passed him the bottle
of pills bearing a prescription label saying. "There's 200 pills in here,
continue taking the dose stated on the label which will bring on your milk
supply, be careful not to overdo it otherwise you may be producing too much
milk and we can't have that otherwise you'll be having milk leaking out of
your tits and soaking your blouse."

He looked at the label saying in astonishment.

"These are for Dylan Masters whose name's on the label, who was he? And
thank you."

"They were originally for him, he worked at the pool as a young lad before
joining the RAF, they've been in their safe for the last 16 years and
there's plenty more where they came from.

To be continued with Vivian telling his part of the story.