Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2020 20:10:02 +0000
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Summer of 69 2.

Summer of 69 part 2.

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 Isle of Man
production TT 100 mph lap by Welshman Malcolm Uphill on a Triumph
Bonneville at 100.99 mph, the Sharon Tate murders, the war in Vietnam, the
Woodstock pop festival, the Isle of Wight pop festival, the visit by the
Hells angels to the UK and a whole host of memorable events which shaped
the year leaving a youthful generation with a lifetime of lasting 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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test of time, however it is entirely reliant on public donations to keep
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Signed Vintagespeedoboy.

Summer of 69, I was there.

50 years later.

Both Vivian and I spent the next few evenings at Ellen Masters house
showing them our old photos, newspaper clippings and DVD's with recordings
of top news stories of the time thanks to Vivian winning a teletape
recording machine for correctly guessing the Spangles mystery flavour which
was fruit cocktail whilst still a 13 year old schoolboy. It is thanks to
this machine which preceded video recorders from which he has built up his
archive of material which would have otherwise been lost for all time which
he has labouriously transferred onto DVD and sold to the media owing to his
family connections with the TV and film industry.  For both Vivian and I,
it was a look back to those nostalgic heady days when we were teenagers and
as for both Dylan and her mum, this was our history as neither of them was
even born back then.  Dylan's now 18 and her mum still breastfeeds her even
though she was born a male hermaphrodite, the previous 3 years have seen
her blossom into a stunningly beautiful girl thanks to adding various
supplements to her diet and aided by countless sessions with a Noogleberry
breast, nipple and penis pump with ASMR massage sessions whilst listening
to subliminal sounds and binaural beats through high quality stereo
headphones which is why we now describe him as her despite having a hugely
fat 10 inch (when hard) cock lurking in her panties with female organs
under her balls, both of which are fully functioning and she can make
herself pregnant with her own spunk.  She too produces breast milk from her
large D cup breasts topped with huge nipples the size of wine bottle corks
which she feeds to us and her lovers and she has a voracious appetite for
sex as well as her mum.  Since meeting Dylan when she was 15, Vivian and I
have spent countless nights of raunchy sex with them both in their beds
between their sex fluid stained nylon tricot bed sheets and whilst camping
at an island on the River Thames.

Dylan has passed both her car and motorcycle tests although she still has
nearly a year left before her 125cc motorcycle restriction ends and I was
glad to have been her driving instructor with Quickstart also giving her
motorcycle tuition for which she used another Honda CG125 rather than her
custom machine (Rat bike) which we built for her from a discarded machine
found in a nearby hedge which has a very healthy bark.  It was during those
evenings that Vivian told them his story.

Slough 1969.

My name's Vivian Rankin. Both Tom and I are both 17 year old teenage lads
although we both went to different schools and never saw each other? My
blond hair has now darkened. I first met Tom the day he ran out of petrol
near his Britwell home on his Honda 50cc C100 cub when I stopped to render
him assistance ending with the most amazing hook up in his bedroom. At the
time he was looking after his gran in her flat with the added problem of
hook ups in his bed being few and far between although I'm working on it?.
His face looks familiar although I can't place it as far as I know as he's
recently arrived from Australia although I do remember reading in the local
paper about a missing schoolboy. I may have seen him outside the Wentworth
Avenue shops, Baylis park swimming pool? Who knows?, I keep having thoughts
of getting back into his pants and I keep having wet dreams about him
waking up the following morning with my undies full of spunk but my story
starts before when I was 11 and about to enter secondary school in 1963.

My cock kept springing boners all the time and I am plagued with compulsive
urges to wank my cock only to be overcome by such highly intense sensations
forcing me to stop except one day during that summer the sensations were
different when I saw a fountain of clear liquid erupt from my cock which
certainly didn't smell or taste like piss. Enough of it had landed on my
tummy to scoop it up and taste it and, oh boy, it was like the nectar of
the gods.  I became driven by lust for this special liquid which during the
following year had changed to a sweet tasting white creamy liquid and I was
shooting loads of the stuff which flew out in squirts like a water pistol
and tasted even more amazing as well as seeing my cock grow to a whopping 6
inches with a hairy bush around my balls a year later at 12 years of age.

It was around this time that I found a red pair of girl's silky nylon
knickers in the ladies cubicles at the Baylis park pool having climbed over
the fence and sneaked in one night. Like most pools they used a basket
system whereby you handed your clothes over in a basket to receive a
numbered disc. Whilst I searched the basket storage area where they kept
their lost property baskets which I soon found yielded swimsuits, towels,
goggles and maybe the odd bag containing whatever which I searched through
treating each one like a lucky bag and I did strike lucky finding a bottle
green pair of girl's nylon netball knickers, some money inside a purse,
cigarettes which I sold to another kid at school, a white girl's bra and a
girl's leather satchel containing her school books, pens, pencils, geometry
instrument and a paperback copy of `The perfumed garden' by Sheik Nefzawi,
an erotic book similar to the Kama Sutra.  I took the satchel with its
entire contents then threw her school exercise books into a dustbin, the
satchel would come in handy for when I dressed as a schoolgirl and I began
using the geometry set at college.  I would read this book by torchlight
after I went to bed for the night ending up having a good wank before
finally wiping my spunk off with a small face towel I found in some kid's
bag at the pool.  Having washed the knickers by hand with a bar of carbolic
soap in the sink and dried them. I put them on and they felt so amazing on
my skin, they were miles better than boy's Y front underpants which all the
boys in my year group wore except the school had a very strictly enforced
rule that no boys were allowed to wear their underwear under their shorts
during PE or games sessions. Parents have complained many times about this
to the school and even wrote letters to the local paper and god knows who
else but the school never did change their policy although the older boys
were allowed to wear Litesome athletic supporters (jockstraps).

The school had a strict uniform dress code whereby the entire first year
boys (Year 7) all wore short trousers with gartered socks but I'll get back
to those knickers which started me on my love of cross dressing or wearing
girls clothes aided by my having a dispensation to grow long hair thanks to
my family connections with the TV and film industry and subsequently aided
by photos and press articles of me wearing various costumes for various
parts whilst a film extra at Pinewood studios and whilst attending school
my hair was tied up with a band into a ponytail.  Wearing those knickers
felt so awesome against my skin, so much so that I kept popping boners many
times during the day although I wouldn't even dare think of wearing them on
days when we had PE or games lessons knowing that I would be constantly
ridiculed for ever and a day, but there was another issue, as my cock
developed into a spunker, it would also leak lots of my love juices wetting
my knickers every time I popped a boner and I had to wash them whenever I
got home from school and secretly put them out to dry before my parents
came home from work.

I became a compulsive satyr maniac cross dresser which led me to trawling
jumble sales, secondhand shops and the pool's lost property throw outs etc
for girls lingerie etc building up a secret wardrobe of girls school
uniform items, panties, nylon netball knickers, stockings, suspenders, high
heeled and girls school shoes, blouses, sports tops, mini skirts, tiny hot
pants shorts etc etc and I also became a compulsive washing line thief.
I've lost count of the number of times I was chased with my prize in my
hand, however, no one ever caught me as I was a very fast runner which I
put down to being a very fit lad owing to the amount of football training I
did and I became the first boy ever in the entire history of the school to
captain the school's football team throughout my entire time at school
until finally leaving in 1968 at 16 proudly seeing my name going on the
honours board each year plus being capped loads of times for my town's
youth football team.  As I grew I kept shaving my arms, legs and my
treasure trail until I found out that women used Immac hair removal cream
which I began to regularly use which entailed me taking a shower until one
day the bath's drain pipe became blocked resulting in the council's plumber
being called out.  I never used the hair removal cream on my pubic hair
whilst attending school even though I was tempted to and the men I hooked
up with insisted on it for that smooth look knowing if I did I would then
be ridiculed by the entire school.


By the time I was 14, I became highly attracted to men for sex and most
times I wore a girl's school uniform with the satchel slung over my
shoulder, during the summer I sometimes wore a girl's netball kit which
certainly got me loads of hook ups with my arse taking a pounding from
loads of cocks. Other times I just wore a tiny pair of black nylon hot
pants which were styled like boy's square cut swimming trunks with a form
fitting silky nylon sports vest. It was around this time my pectorals had
changed from slabs of muscle to a pert round feminine appearance with
thimble sized nipples adding to my girly appearance with my cock becoming
an 8 inch monster.  When the Family way movie came out, every cinema in the
country handed out round TFW stickers comprising the linked male and female
sex symbols with the letters TFW in yellow on a black background, it was
this sticker which I had paid a seamstress at Pinewood studios to
faithfully copy as an embroidered shield shaped school blazer badge which I
wore on my girl's school uniform blazer attracting loads of looks and
people asking me where I got it from. I could have made loads of money by
selling them had I the foresight to have a load made.

It was not only men and boys who wanted me for sex, I've had more than my
fare share of women and teenage schoolgirls, (I always wore a condom on my
prick every time I shagged one) If there's one girl I do remember, it was
Jane, she had enormous breasts which not only filled out her blouse, she
also made milk.  I knew mum fed me with the stuff as a baby but after 14
years I forgot what it tasted like until Jane fed me from her breasts. I
was in heaven drinking such a heavenly liquid which I swore boosted my
stamina becoming the fastest runner in the school with the tireless legs
mentioned in the Charles Atlas press adverts of the time.  Having seen
those adverts in girly magazines with Charles Atlas posing in black
swimming trunks which never failed to give my cock a raging boner. I sent a
letter to their Chitty Street, London W1 address and received a brochure by
return mail. A Charles Atlas course wasn't cheap either and dad forbade me
from sending off for it telling me that I'm wasting my time and money as he
knew damn well I was a very fit lad and he should know having been a
physical training instructor who trained commandos during the war and
sometimes watches over my training schedules. He also taught me unarmed
combat which quickly put the school bullies in their place, to swim
properly and made sure I took my Royal Life Saving Society bronze medallion
at the community centre pool for he knew this was the qualification of
lifeguards which at the time was valid for life enabling teenage schoolboys
and schoolgirls to earn extra money working part time at a swimming pool
which for a young lad was definitely was a good pull for the girls as well
as making sure I had an up to date swimming pass and it was at the
Community center pool I found and spirited away a blue pair of boys Speedo
swimming trunks in my size which lay on the floor into my bag, this led me
onto spiriting away more of those amazing silky nylon tricot Speedo swim
briefs which I love to wear as underwear.  Thanks to Joe, the pool
superintendent I began working there part time as one of his lifeguards and
soon became one of his boys as there's no shortage of men who use the pool
having boys for sex which is certainly a good earner.

I also became a boy scout at 11 and two years later the troop went on their
summer camp at Torquay in Devon by train and set up camp at the Boy Scouts
Easterfield Lane site. I soon cottoned on to the wonderful sight of teenage
boys wearing only swimming trunks walking along the cliff top path leading
to a steep drop down to Watcombe beach which is a beautiful cove. It was on
this path I met an equally hot large cocked boy from another troop in the
next town called John which quickly led to both of us having the most
amazing sex in the nearby woods up the hill. By the time camp was over we
had wanked and sucked each others cocks countless times, sucked each others
nipples and plunged our cocks into each others arses filling them with our
spunk to finally return to our troops with spunk leaking into both our
Speedos.  After camp was over, he rode over to my place on a red Viking
racing bike where we had many highly sexed sleepovers together;
unfortunately I couldn't have sleepovers at his place owing to his father
being an incurable alcoholic for fear of being beaten up. I really felt
sorry for John's predicament and cried my eyes out when I read in the paper
that he went missing. Next thing I know, he's sent me a letter from
Australia telling me that he's ran away and stowed away on a flight. I
cried my eyes out when I read his letter before writing to him in reply.

The year 1967 was the summer of love, for me it was the summer of endless
sex. For some reason I grew large pointed breast buds topped with even
larger nipples onto my pert girly breasts which had also grown larger
resembling a decent pair of girl's breasts requiring me to start wearing a
bra. Dad took me to the doctor who told him I would grow out of it. Those
budding girly breasts certainly added to my girly appearance tenting out
blouses with huge nipple protrusions whenever I dressed as a girl, this is
when I started wearing a bra with pointed cups to enhance their
appearance. Other boys at school certainly started taking the Mickey about
my breasts which quickly stopped after I thumped a few.  I wore the pointed
bra under my schoolgirl blouse shirt having tried on a few until I found
one which not only fitted perfectly, it also gave my breasts a very
prominent uplift adding to the illusion that my breasts were indeed real
judging by having them felt up countless times and complimented on my hook
ups.  One day I visited London's Carnaby Street which was the centre of
London's fashion shops, it was here I bought a tiny mini skirt, tiny
shorts, see through white nylon tricot trousers, fully fashioned nylon
stockings, black suspender belt and my real prizes were known as No Bras,
they had see through cups made of nylon tricot and the shop's proprietress
kindly fitted them for me albeit with a wicked smile. I chose a white bra
to wear under my school uniform shirt which surprisingly was
undetectable. I just had to remember not to wear a bra on days when we had
PE and games lessons. I also bought the same bra in bright red and black to
match the colour of my Speedos and for the bottoms she directed me to a
sports shop for nylon tricot swim briefs where I bought a bright red and a
black pair of Australian made Eyeline swim briefs from the only shop in
London which stocked them as well as a girl's nylon tricot bikini swimsuit.

I was having lots of sex with men having sleepovers with them and getting
paid, but it was Joe at the pool who, having cottoned onto my being a good
arse fuck and becoming one of his boys, he arranged for me to take a train
up town for overnight stays in private gents clubs spending nights with men
in their beds, getting my arse pummeled with their cocks and filled with
their loads of spunk only to leak out onto the bed sheets whilst I
slept. Joe had given me some pills to take which enlarged my breasts even
more and started producing milk although he strictly told me to control the
dose thereby reducing the amounts of milk contained within my breasts
during the week to minimize leakages in class, aided by having Dylan
Jeggings, a boy in my form who's my best mate and fuck buddy drinking my
milk during break times in the school bogs.  I upped the dose for weekends
which really filled out my breasts giving men what they paid dearly for, it
was during these times my breasts sometimes leaked through both my bra and
blouse resulting in passengers on the train staring at my wet spots whilst
others were asking me if I was pregnant etc. It was the sight of those wet
spots and beads of milk which drew men to me like bees to a honey pot,
especially the ones about to bed me in the gents clubs. In all the times I
traveled on trains and walked along London's streets dressed as a girl, not
one person ever noticed that I was a boy.  There were times when I didn't
have any gent's club bookings and went to the Playland amusement arcade off
Piccadilly. Joe had to arrange this otherwise I would have been smartly
escorted away. After a few visits there, all I had to do was phone them and
let them know I was on my way.  This place had its fair share of teenage
boys who were their boy prostitutes whereas I being dressed as a girl was
something else which their boys found very kinky indeed plus I also had
sleepovers with a few of them.  One advantage of being escorted by one of
their boys through London streets was that no one even looked at us twice
despite them being known by the cops. They found in me a way of casually
walking the streets without being noticed and it was the money I earned up
town which paid for my new Honda CB250K from the Sid Morams Honda
dealership a year later although I would only ride it up town provided I
could park it on secure premises whereas at other times I rode there on an
old ex GPO 125cc telegrams boy BSA Bantam locking it up with a strong lock
and chain. There were other times whenever I was smartly dressed that I
took the train and tube instead.

It was this bike that Tom, I and a number of my mates passed their
motorcycle tests on as thankfully dad made sure it was insured for any
driver and both Robert and John would later take and pass their tests on
John's similar if older machine.  One day it suffered the malady of a
broken gear change spring and between dad and I, we took the engine out and
he took it to the local GPO workshops where the foreman's an old mate of
his who personally fixed it as well as replacing the main bearings,
crankshaft seals, new small end bush and re-machining the cylinder to its
first oversize with a new piston, all of which came from their parts stocks
as they still had a fleet of these telegram boy machines as well as a
number of crashed/dismantled machines from which to cannibalize spares.
That machine certainly proved to be dead reliable despite its age as it was
already 15 years old and it sailed through its MOT test at Sid Moram's with
Mr. Webb performing the test and signing the certificate. I daresay when
you've bought a new Honda from them, it opens up a number of privileges.

With Tom and Robert recently arrived from Australia and staying with John's
mum, we became friends for life but their flat was small and cramped
thereby limiting sleepovers. It was Patrick, a 45 year old Irishman who
lived on the same estate and is a friend of John's family who spent time
working on John's (now the new owner's) ex war department BSA M20. It took
them two solid weekends to clean up the old warhorse only to find it
wouldn't start owing to a faulty magdyo unit which he removed and took it
in his car to the local Lucas depot in St Paul's avenue for repair.  A guy
called Lew fixed it and Pat fitted it to the bike and set the timing. Pat
started the machine which began dropping bits of rust onto the path and
blowing coke out of the silencer and yet despite this she ran up fine with
the lights and horn working even though another battery was required
followed by its first MOT test at Sid Moram's with Pete uttering derogatory
comments about the machine even though he couldn't fault it on the test and
passed it. I soon saw the reason why this machine was prepared for the road
later on.

John had bought a 20 year old rigid framed 125cc BSA Bantam for a packet of
fags which he shared with Robert. It had laid in someone's back garden
undisturbed under a tarpaulin for many years and Pat got it going for them.
The Isle of Man TT races were looming and we all swore a pact to go. It was
John who rode to Dennis Heath's shop in Fourth Cross Road Twickenham (known
as The Graveyard) looking for parts one day when he saw it parked beside an
old apple tree in what was their back garden. It was an old 1939 600cc side
valve BSA M21 with a huge Busmar double adult sidecar all ready to ride
away for 10 quid, at that price the bike was a steal and became like a bus
to transport our camping gear with his toolbox.  He asked to use their
phone and phoned Pat who replied.  "If you have the money, pay him and come
and fetch me, I'll settle up with you."  John fortunately did have the
money to pay him and rode home to fetch Pat who later settled up with him
as he knew he wasn't going to hold the bike for anyone.

Pat looked over the machine uttering cusses with his analytical engineer's
eye with John asking.  "What's up Pat, is there anything wrong?" just as he
started the machine up listening to the engine running and watching for any
smoke from its Burgess silencer.  He replied with his strong Irish
accent. "Oh no Johnny boy, she's still as good as the day she was made, In
fact I wouldn't mind using her myself to visit my family in Ireland.  "Then
why was she for sale?"  "She's outdated now, no one wants these old side
valves any more and with cheaper cars around, the days of motorcycle
combinations as family transport are numbered but I tell you this Johnny
boy, she'll get you to the ends of the earth and back."  John replied. "We
only want her to go to the Isle of Man."  "That's settled then, when we get
there, I must take you all to Fairy Bridge so you can all wave to the
fairies for good luck," as he maneuvered the machine ready to ride out of
the gate whilst John went out, started his BSA Bantam and followed Pat to
his house.

Summer came early that year over the Easter weekend which was far better
than the previous summer where we had more rain than sunshine despite a
short spell when the temperature went into the 90's Fahrenheit just before
the schools finished for the summer holidays which John and I missed
although I certainly heard about it afterwards from my old mates.  We saved
up as much as we could over the next few weeks when I came round telling
Tom about a Honda 250cc CB72 for sale for 15 quid. He suspected right away
there had to be a catch and ask me about this saying.  "Vivian, you just
don't get a 250 Honda for a song, what's the catch?"  "All I know is that
it's stuck in third gear."  "Surely someone can fix it?"  "You know how it
is, unless you're a Honda mechanic, it's a case of taking it to a shop and
he's told me it will cost an arm and a leg to fix it; besides I already
have a Honda and the old man will go bonkers if I bought another one which
is why I'm telling you about it."  "OK, I'll go and see it."  Tom went to
see Pete at Sid Moram's to ask him if he knew why a Honda CB72 should
suddenly be stuck in third gear. Bearing in mind that he's extremely busy
there as doubtless they really want their pound of flesh out of him. He
really felt he was imposing on him when he sent him upstairs to Richard in
the parts department.  He showed him a parts catalogue book opened at the
page showing the gear selector mechanism, pointing out with his pen he
said.  "Firstly you'll need a clutch cover gasket and a new gear shaft if
the spines are worn otherwise it may be the pawl bracket or either of these
two springs."  He took down notes into his pocket note book and left the
shop in a joyous frame of mind knowing this problem could easily be cracked
and with confidence he paid 15 quid for a 6 year old Honda CB72 and
struggled to ride it home in the one gear.

I had the surprise of my life whilst out riding my Honda CB250K along
Wentworth Avenue when a strange white motorcycle passed me by with a wail
like a banshee from its three silencers and pulled a power wheelie before
its rider flagged me down. Having stopped, he removed his crash helmet and
I was shocked to see it was Dylan Jeggings; my school days fuck buddy
riding that machine like someone possessed or did the machine possess him?
Dylan's still attending school as a 6th former with day release at the
local college, an effeminate lightly built lad with the longest dirty blond
hair I've seen in my life tied into a pony tail tucked inside the back of
his jacket wearing round lens national health spectacles typically worn by
school kids with a tooth braced smile which he hasn't yet grown out of them
wearing a black leather jacket sporting definite breast mounds and wearing
the tightest pair of skin tight fitting blue jeans I've seen to date which
does nothing to hide his huge package bulge especially when he was packing
10 inches at 14 and a quick glance showed he's now definitely packing a
monster to be proud of and if I'm not mistaken, his jeans are definitely
sporting spunk stains.  This was my first ever look at a new three cylinder
two stroke 1969 Kawasaki 500cc H1 mach III, Dylan had recently passed his
test having learned on a BSA C15 which he still uses to and from
college. He's only just finished running the Kawasaki in and when he told
me it does 120 mph and kicks out 60 brake horse power. I was in a state of
shock wondering why such a mild mannered 17 year old teenager would want to
own such an evil mannered machine judging by the press reports and I could
only plead with him to be bloody careful.  (Note to self, he never did
crash it and still owns it half a century later).  From there I followed
him to his parent's new house where we parked both bikes in their garage
and immediately embraced each other with passionate tongue kissing with him
saying.  "Just look at you! I can't believe my eyes as you look like any
blond girl I want to shag the arse off and you've got girl's breasts, how
on earth did you do that? You're giving me such a hard on and all we've
done is kissed."

Thankfully I learned that his parents had gone away for the weekend and he
begged me for a sleepover with him, I had to return to my parents for my
evening meal, do the dishes, vacuum the living room carpet and sit with mum
whilst watching the TV. Dylan understood my predicament and we spent an
hour together like a pair of lovers lovingly kissing and caressing each
other saving the sex for my return.  After mum went to bed (Thankfully she
always has an early night) I applied Immac hair removal cream, left it on
my skin to do its job, rinsed it off, washed and dried myself, combed my
hair, used a holding spray then dressed in a black suspender belt, red
Speedos and a red see through bra giving my growing breasts a nice uplift,
popped two of Joe's pills, carefully fitted a black pair of sheer fully
fashioned nylon stockings with black ankle socks to protect the feet and
fiddled with getting the clasps on right then my schoolgirl flat soled
shoes having polished them beforehand pulled up a tiny mini skirt, white
nylon American made nylon tricot tee shirt which certainly showed my red
bra underneath when I checked in a mirror, applied perfume then finally a
jacket.  I decided to drive mum's Volkswagen beetle to Dylan's so any local
kids wouldn't see me and cotton onto my secret, I parked in his drive and
rang the doorbell shortly followed by Dylan gasping in astonishment at the
sight of me dressed as a teenage slutty girl with hair reaching down to his
bottom and no sooner was I in the house, we fell into a passionate tongue
kissing embrace when his right hand went straight to my cock with all 8
inches becoming hugely erect inside my Speedos before giving my breasts a
good feel up and sucking my tits through my tee shirt .  All Dylan wore was
just a black pair of Speedos packing a hugely erect 10 inch fat cock
straining inside the nylon confines of his Speedos with a black bra which
lifted his breasts to a nice point tented out by his huge nipples and he
begged me to suck his nipples, the size of which surprised me as they had
to be the size of thimbles on pointed budding nicely rounded pert breasts
and no sooner had I latched onto one of those beauties he was mewling like
a kitten, what he didn't know was that he was about to receive a lovely
surprise when he sucked on mine as I certainly felt those lovely feelings
building up inside my breasts thanks to Joe's pills taking effect.

Dylan set up an 8mm movie projector placing an old wooden Raybrite cine
screen in front of the TV using its folding feet to hang it from the top,
he aligned the projector and put on the first silent blue movie by Harrison
Marks titled `The Danish maid', this movie was on a 200 foot reel and ran
for about 12 minutes. He switched off the lights, drew the curtains,
switched on the projector and we sat next to each other lovingly caressing
each other interrupted by me taking off my tee shirt, mini-skirt and shoes
fuelling his lust to even greater heights at the sight of me wearing
stockings, suspenders, Speedos and a bra.  The movie was fuelling our lust
for each other when I felt my tits starting to leak their heavenly goods
and immediately guiding his head onto a breast, he initially sucked my tit
through my bra then moved the cup aside drawing a good mouthful, the
expression on his face said it all and he quickly replied.  "Your milk
tastes delicious; I must have more of this."  He continued drawing out my
heavenly liquid whilst my other breast leaked through soaking my bra cup as
I gently stroked his huge monster of a cock through the silky nylon of his
Speedos feeling it twitch in my hand soaking his Speedos with his love
juices whilst caressing his head like a child when his cock started jerking
powerfully flooding huge gushes of spunk through his Speedos.  Once he
drained my breast I licked off all his spunk from his Speedos then gave my
other tit a good squeeze squirting my milk into my hand, putting it into my
mouth mixing it with his spunk then gave him a good milk and spunk tongue
kiss which he momentarily savoured like a fine wine before swallowing it
and thanking me for the cocktail.

He passed me a tin of scented lube which I smeared all over my throbbing
leaking cock and his gaping rear pussy hole immediately knowing that he was
no stranger to taking large cocks up there. Holding him by the hips whilst
he supported himself off an armchair, I slowly pushed my throbbing leaking
cock into his hole in total amazement with the ease it slipped in whilst
his remaining spunk dripped onto the armchair as I plowed into him. I
certainly felt the insides of his rear pussy hole twitching onto my cock in
time with his twitches which built up to a powerful clenching as his huge
cock shot out more volleys of spunk hands free onto the back of the
armchair as I filled up his rear hole with volleys of my spunk then licked
out as much as I could to give him another milky tongue kiss.  He loaded
another blue movie into the projector with the opening shot taken at an
indoor swimming pool, there must have been at least 40 naked boys aged
about 14 or 15 swimming and frolicking there although a few were swimming
lengths in a roped off lane all wearing goggles coached by a naked young
man in his early 20's wearing a football referees whistle around his neck
sporting a huge rock hard cock so I rightly guessed these boys were a
swimming team.  I couldn't get my head around that an entire class of
schoolboys boys swam naked in a pool with a teacher who was also naked and
I saw from his gesticulations he was definitely coaching a team so I asked
him.  "Dylan, where on earth has this movie come from? How come an entire
class of boys is swimming in the nude with their teacher present?"  "Dad
brought this movie over from America and he tells me lots of schools over
there swim naked as well as all men and boys have to swim naked at YMCA
public pools."  "All we have at the pool is just a nudist club swimming
every Thursday evening from 8 till 9 which is a private club."  The pool
scene in the movie ended with the teacher blowing the whistle evacuating
the pool with boys obviously briskly walking to the showers except for one
long haired boy from the team who he called out. He sauntered casually over
to the teacher and that's when I saw this boy's ample girl's breasts topped
with huge nipples bouncing as he walked along the pool surround with his
monstrously long thick dangling cock flopping about as he walked up to him.
They fell into a kissing lover's embrace with the teacher gently stroking
his cock to a full erection whilst caressing him with his other hand before
they both walked arm in arm to his personal office.

Dylan said. "You just watch this next bit as I guarantee you'll never see
anyone like it in a blue movie".  I watched intently as the boy bent over
the teacher's desk spreading his legs apart and when he spread his bottom
cheeks apart, I saw he had a girl's pussy hole below his rear hole in
astonishment saying.  "What the hell is this? He's a bloody freak or
something."  "He or she is what's known as a hermaphrodite, a person of
both sexes, dad says he's starred in a lot of blue movies and he's older
than he looks, he's definitely bent the laws of nature, rather like the boy
Hermaphroditus in Greek mythology".  The swimming coach's cock was now at
full mast and leaking profusely when he held him by the hips and slowly
pushed his throbbing leaking pole into his already soaked second pussy
hole, meanwhile he was slowly wanking his huge foot long monster spewing
out its juices and dripping onto the desk as the lustful expression on his
face said it all.  The scene took several different short takes and when he
blew his load, it shot out like a fire hose in long powerful streaming
gushes and there was a lot of them before finally dribbling onto a huge
pool of spunk on the desk when the camera zoomed in on the coach as he
pulled out gushing spunk all over his back when the movie ended.  I
said. "Dylan, that movie's bloody awesome; I would like a copy if it's
possible?"  "That might be difficult especially as there's none like it and
dad say's its illegal which is why he keeps it in the floor safe under the
carpet".

Before we went upstairs to bed, Dylan grilled 2 slices of cheese on toast
with mugs of sweet thick Horlicks, a powdered malted milk drink which has
been made in this town for ages as their factory, a large red brick
building is located at Stoke Poges Lane and I know from Joe at the pool
that loads of it finds its way out their back door and he seems to have
boxes of the stuff in his office along with other dodgy gear including
grandfather clocks and other antiques as well as a number of his boys who
work there.  Dylan was not only my best mate, I could trust him to the
gates of hell and back, I knew that he sometimes had photographers modeling
assignments as he certainly had the body for it and has been photographed
naked and in erotic poses so no sooner had we snuggled up together in his
luxurious double bed I proposed to him that he should become one of Joe's
boys to which he quickly agreed.  We snuggled up passionately between the
luxuriously silky nylon tricot bed sheets of his double bed lovingly
kissing and caressing each other but it was those sheets which did it for
me on my hairless smooth baby bottom like skin.  I asked him why he has a
double bed all to himself and he replied.  "I sleep with my younger brother
whenever he's home from boarding school".  "I didn't know you had a
brother, how is he?"  "Josh is 14 and hates sleeping alone, he kept having
nightmares and seeing ghosts at our old house but whenever we slept
together it all stopped, he's now grown accustomed to the added security of
sleeping together with me and he wouldn't want it any other way plus he has
an insatiable appetite for sex."  "But surely those same things happened to
him at boarding school as he would surely sleep in a single bed?"
"Apparently not, I suppose a room full of boys gave him peace and
security."  Dylan threw back the covers and straddled me facing my head,
his huge monster of a cock fully hard leaking his juices onto my stomach,
he then guided my rock hard cock inside his sopping wet hole when I got the
surprise of my life and I thought I smelled a girl's pussy, my cock slipped
straight in when I knew right away it wasn't his rear hole, my cock was
right inside being worked on by his girl's pussy.  His secret was out now,
one which I never even knew about; in fact no one at the school did as he
quietly said.  "I'm a hermaphrodite and you're the first one to know, the
only other cock which has been inside me is Josh's and he's already the
same size as you, I'm going to give you the best shag of your life."  He
rode me cowgirl fashion as his pussy done the most amazing things to my
cock, this was without doubt the strongest pussy I've ever encountered and
his breasts was bouncing in time with his motions, there was no holding
back now as my cock rapidly built up to a shattering orgasm flooding his
pussy with spunk, I thought my orgasm was intense but Dylan's was many
times more powerful and he was screaming the house down, his pussy was
clamping furiously onto my cock as female cum poured out past my cock, his
pussy must have sprayed gallons of clear liquid followed by volleys of
spunk flying all over the place including onto me, never in my life had I
seen someone having an orgasm of such tremendous power when he finally
collapsed on top of me crying before entering a sleepy afterglow.  All I
could do was hold and caress him whilst he cried his eyes out when his
mouth latched onto a breast drawing out some of my precious elixir of love
from each breast which comforted him like a baby before falling soundly
asleep.  Meanwhile I was getting my head around at what happened, was this
meant to be his pleasure or was it a curse he's going to have to live with?
I knew from school that Hermaphroditus only lived till he was 15, I loved
Dylan and yet I questioned myself as to whether I would love him enough to
understand when I faded into sound sleep.

We awoke to sex fluid stained bedclothes which needed washing into a
passionate lover's tongue kissing embrace as though the events of the
previous night never happened yet they were certainly real and the whole
room reeked of sex. With my breasts having recharged during the night, it
was my turn to take Dylan's huge monster up my rear hole, normally he would
stretch out his lover's hole before plowing into him whereas there was no
need for him to do this with me having had loads of large cocks up there
since I was 12.  There was no doubting that he was indeed a highly skilled
very passionate lover who wanted his partners to enjoy their experiences
with him which he certainly gave me.  Having such a long shaft enabled me
to effectively straddle and ride him like a cowgirl which oddly enough
really was the best position so far and my well built strong muscular legs
enabled me to ride him for a long time. It also was the best position for
his cock to do awesome things with my secret love button inside with my
cock spewing out my love juices onto his stomach before firing off several
volleys of spunk hands free and breast milk trickling down my stomach.  I
was rotating both hands having cupped my breasts exciting my nipples and
licking my milk off the palms whilst he was scooping it from my stomach
with his fingers. I really knew in my heart just how much he would be in
demand for sex especially if his cat ever got out of the bag.  Dylan went
on to explain. "Physically I am both male and female which means that I
have 2 orgasms, both male and female, I cum both as a male and female and
its when they both happen simultaneously it's like a bomb hitting my
nervous system including seeing lightning flashes inside my head."  We
showered together at his insistence in a lover's embrace soaping, sponging
and washing each other down, once dried, he insisted that we both only wore
our Speedos and bras and he asked me to cook breakfast.  Mum had certainly
done a good job of teaching me as her motive was for me to be self reliant
in the world so I decided to cook us both proper English breakfasts before
I got dressed.  We parted with passionate hugging promising to hook up
again and drove to the pool to see Joe about having Dylan join our little
team then off home to get changed and borrow dad's toolbox then off to
Tom's to help him with his Honda CB72.

Thankfully he bought a Floyd Clymer manual which covered a lot of Hondas
including both his C100 cub and the CB72. Having already cut the side of a
one gallon oil can for a drain tray he drained the oil into the can which
came out as black as sin and therefore needed changing and the filter
cleaning.  Between us and following the instructions step by step, we
thanked our lucky stars for having the impact screwdriver thereby undoing
the clutch casing screws in a jiffy, tapping it with dad's mallet and
removing it to see this wonder of Japanese precision engineering. I became
surprised at just how much knowledge Tom had picked up during his time at
the Honda dealer in Melbourne and despite his youth he certainly was
confident in the task he was tackling, after undoing the clutch spring
bolts and removing the pressure plate he found the primary drive chain had
a master link which he removed when he commented.  "Someone's fitted this
as they're supposed to be endless which makes the job a lot easier."  He
struggled with dad's circlip pliers which weren't the right tool for the
job and managed to get it off followed by removing the clutch and exposing
the gear shift then beamed in delight.  "There you go, it's a bloody broken
spring, those guys at the shop were right all along, now it's time to pack
it all away and order the bits tomorrow."  I said. "Tom, if you can work on
a Japanese bike, you can just about fix anything, look mate, you can make
money fixing bikes for other people, especially with what shop labour
charges are like."  He replied. "You need a damn good toolkit to start with
and not one your old man's passed down to you, we're lucky it's turned out
to be a simple job but you really need to know what you're doing with this
stuff."  At this stage Tom made a note of the parts required, wheeled the
bike back into the shed then planned to pop into Moram's to buy/order the
parts the following day.

I popped into the pool and saw Joe sat at his desk reading a Sunday
newspaper and checking the pools results only to find that his entry hasn't
won anything, Tom was already out on poolside with Vicky keeping the kids
in check, I asked Joe about bringing Dylan into his group and when I
described him as a very effeminate teenager with extra long hair it
certainly got his attention. I asked to call him and placed the call from
his desk.  "I said. "Dylan, I'm at the pool now and Joe the superintendent
would like to see you, when can you pop over?"  "Give me an hour and I'll
be there."  Joe said. "Ask him to bring his trunks as I would like to give
him a pool test."  "Can you bring your trunks as Joe wants you to undergo a
pool test?"  He put his mouth over the receiver saying. "Shit, may I speak
with Vivian?"  "Vivian here, what's up?"  "It's just that I look like a
girl whose packing a huge cock with boobs and I don't have a bikini."  I
pondered his predicament for a few moments having promised him not to let
his cat out of the bag thinking how I should ask Joe; I had to think fast
on my feet asking.  "Joe, would you by any chance happen to have a one
piece girl's swimsuit in lost property for someone my size?"  "Go and take
a look, you know where it is," as he handed me the plant room key, I said
to Dylan.  "I'll call you back in a few moments."  I rooted through the
lost property basket finding all manner of swimsuits, having sorted through
all the girl's one piece swimsuits I came across a bottle green size 38"
girls nylon tricot Speedo swimsuit and decided on that, it will help
disguise him owing to his long hair and breasts but hiding a huge sausage
package stashed inside knowing he's going to swim in a public session
became another problem which may be solved by him wearing a pair of shorts,
another look through the basket revealed a pair of nylon tricot running
shorts with a tie cord and inner brief in my size and grabbed them, problem
sorted.  I called him back saying.  "Dylan, I've sorted your little
problem, just come down."

He arrived on his BSA C15 where I met him outside, I said to him.  "You'll
be wearing a one piece girl's swimsuit with a pair of shorts in there so
just do as he says when he puts you through your paces."  We changed in the
office, I wearing a black pair of Speedos and Dylan wore the one piece
swimsuit with shorts and walked onto poolside seeing the lane rope already
set up. Joe directed us to swim a few lengths to warm up. I knew that Dylan
was a good swimmer at 14 and thankfully I saw the same old person swimming
confidently, having finished our lengths Joe asked him.  "Have you done any
lifesaving before?"  "Yes, I took a bronze medallion for my Duke of
Edinburgh's award at school."  "OK, I want to see you tow your mate 2
lengths of the pool, Vivian, watch for my hand signal."  He towed me the
first length using an extended arm tow and changed over to a cross chest
tow on the return length, he now had his arm positioned over my exposed
girly breasts with his hand just above my hip when Joe gave the signal for
me to struggle, there was no catching him out as with lightning fast
reflexes he had me restrained in the water, the next part came the brick
recovery from the 7 foot 6 inch deep end which he performed confidently and
lastly came the timed test of a 50 yard by 50 swim and tow which he passed
with flying colours and lastly a practical resuscitation simulation
demonstration followed by a short interview when Joe added him onto the
team asking him to bring his medallion, he also asked him.  "Are you a boy
or a girl? It's just that I noticed something about you."  He blushed with
embarrassment when I said to him.  "Dylan, it's all right, he already knows
without having to ask you so you can tell him."  "It's just that I'm both,
a freak of nature."  Joe looked at him with a beaming smile and put his arm
around him saying.  "You have a rare gift, welcome to our little group; I
have high hopes for you."


Both Tom's and Vicky's shifts finished at lunchtime with both John and
Derek starting theirs but before we left we had our teas and biscuits which
Sandra kindly brewed up for us and sharing a smoke with Joe.  Tom popped
into the local Tesco supermarket on his way home for a few items before
returning to his gran's flat checking with her that her carer's visit was
satisfactory and being a Sunday he put his energies into cooking a roast
chicken dinner knowing this was going to take a while and would certainly
uplift her spirits, what he hadn't bargained on was her putting her oar in
supervising him throughout and he wasn't going to upset her by telling her
to be quiet and just let her get on with it thereby respecting the kitchen
as her domain. She certainly knew every trick regarding her vintage GEC
magnet electric cooker which despite being almost 40 years old having
undergone several switch and hot plate replacements in its lifetime. It
truly was a solidly built unit which certainly looked like standing the
test of time and she knew how to get the best out of it. The oven door had
a glass thermometer containing a red liquid to measure the temperature
which was manually controlled by the oven switch being left in the correct
position for the task in hand.

After Sunday dinner, I dressed as a mini skirted teenage girl for my next
assignment wearing red Speedos with the tie cord tucked in, red see through
bra under a white sheer blouse, black stockings held up with a 6 strap
suspender belt with high heeled black shoes and a crocodile skin handbag
slung over my shoulder.  I studied Joe's route card and my London A to Z
before driving mum's Volkswagen beetle along the M4 leaving at Chiswick
roundabout, along Chiswick high road, along Acton lane turning right at the
top of the street to turn round and finally pull up behind a 66 MKIII ford
Zodiac displaying V6 badges outside a photographer's studio, pressed a
doorbell and spoke into a microphone asking for Don.  I was led into a
furnished area with an array of cameras set up where he directed me into a
number of erotic poses and photographed me whilst still clothed with some
positions taken revealing my red Speedos, stocking tops and suspenders and
when he finished with the stills, he set up the movie equipment which is
where I met Jenny, a busty teenage girl who I would be filmed with wearing
a school uniform.  Don briefed us the sequence we were to take followed by
a brief rehearsal before filming.  Jenny's first take showed her walking
along the street before standing at a bus stop and lighting a cigarette,
when she finished her next take showed her stopping outside the door and
entering with her key.  The filming started with me greeting her as she
entered the bedroom passionately embracing, caressing and kissing each
other before sitting beside each other on the bed. From there we both
stripped down to bras and underwear with our stocking and suspenders still
in place, by now I was fully hard inside my Speedos whilst caressing each
others breasts when, on cue her hand went straight to my cock with an
expression of surprise on her face.  The next shot saw us unclipping our
suspender belts and dropping our underwear when she bent over the bed,
meanwhile I was slowly wanking my hugely erect cock before pushing it home
into her sopping wet pussy. She was definitely a good shag and I really
wanted to fill her with spunk which wasn't my brief which was to pull an
ecstatic face when I was close, pull out and shoot my load all over her
back which was to be my first cum shot followed by lying on the bed
sensually kissing and caressing each other before releasing a breast from
the confines of my bra which had already started leaking thanks to a good
dose of Joe's pills on the way over and squeezing my breast squirting my
elixir of love into her face which she licked with her tongue before
latching onto my breast and drawing out a good mouthful when the filming
stopped.

There was no doubt in my mind that she really loved the taste of my
heavenly offering, meanwhile I felt as though my breasts were about to
burst as they were so full so we both stripped naked and slipped into bed
for the next scene.  An old fashioned copper double bell alarm clock which
was already in place on the bedside cabinet was set to ring very shortly
with the hands set at 7 whilst we posed as being fast asleep facing each
other. Here was I wishing things would hurry up so she can relieve my
breasts of their contents and the cue to start filming was the alarm going
off.  No sooner had it sounded we both feigned yawning when I reached over
to shut the alarm off, pulled back the covers exposing our naked bodies as
we started kissing and caressing each other before offering her a breast
and thank god she latched on quickly and began ravenously drinking some of
its contents and doing the same to the other breast which had already
dribbled some of its contents onto the sheet but what came next totally
surprised me.  She left the bed and returned with a glass jug, beckoned me
to sit up and began squeezing my heavenly elixir of love into the jug, left
to place it in the fridge and returned to drink the rest ending that scene.
The following scene saw her firstly wanking my already hard cock then
straddling me pushing my cock into her sopping wet pussy and just like
Dylan, she rode me hell for leather whilst we both massaged our nipples
circling them with the palms of our hands and like the previous shot I
contorted my face in ecstacy when close which was the cue for her to pull
off for the next cum shot spraying her with long streaming gushes of spunk.
We showered together which was a first for me sharing a shower with a girl
then dried ourselves and got dressed ready for the final scene.  This scene
saw both of us entering the dining room wearing school uniforms for
breakfast, Don's housekeeper had cooked full English breakfasts for us
which I was glad to get as I really felt hungry. Don took a shot of us
eating our breakfasts followed by the housekeeper bringing out a teapot
covered with a tea caddy with the jug of milk; we downed our cups and left
the room when Jenny said.  "This tea tastes different, much better than the
last time, what about you?"  "I agree, whatever it is, it's certainly not
dishwater, I rather liked it, wait a minute, isn't that the jug containing
my milk?"  Jenny looked at me with a devilish smile replying.  "It most
certainly is and as you've rightly guessed that I love drinking tit milk."

Jenny and I spent the night together having the most amazing sleepover in
Don's double bed having the most amazing sex for at least half the
night. Between us we must have tried out loads of different positions and I
lost count how many times I shot off my load whereas Jenny loved showing me
her squirting pussy plus she taught me how to make a girl squirt as well as
draining my breasts of their entire contents before falling asleep like the
dead with my cock buried inside her pussy and her mouth latched onto a
breast.  The following morning I left Don's place to drive Jenny home where
we kissed and caressed each other soaking her panties and pre-cum love
juices flooding out of my cock into my Speedos.  I became highly euphoric
having starred in my first ever blue movie with my wallet bulging with
pound notes with Jenny's address and phone number thinking about adding my
own tit milk to my next cup of tea and getting Dylan onto our photo shoot
team to become a blue movie actor, a role which I know he will perform well
at.  A week later, I received a recorded delivery package with a PO Box
return address which I signed for at the door. I opened it revealing a 400
foot film canister with a note from Don which simply read.

To Vivian, I enclose a copy of your first (blue movie) which has been added
to my mail order catalogue. Both Jenny and the rest of my models have
watched it and they all gave their seal of approval at having produced an
excellent movie. As for you, you have the very qualities required and I
look forward to making more movies with us.  Kind regards-Don.

I had originally planned to show the movie to Dylan when he had a brainwave
suggesting that he brought along his 8mm cine projector and screen and show
it in Joe's office after the evening shift finished on Thursday which
turned out to be a great idea, especially as some of Joe's boys are also in
the swimming club which has their session after the naturists. Joe showed
both this and the American naked boys in the pool movies together to a
packed room with requests for the showing of more blue movies in future. As
for me, everyone knew by now that I became a blue movie actor who played my
parts well.

50 years later, both movies are on DVD's and I loaded them into Ellen
Masters DVD machine for Tom and myself to watch them again with Ellen and
her hermaphrodite daughter Dylan. Both are from completely different
generations unused to watching silent movies as time has seemed to just
flown by and now both Vivian and I are pensioners.  The evening finished
with Vivian getting into bed for a night of full blown sex with Ellen and
myself bedding Dylan who certainly performed right throughout the night
leaving me shattered the next morning and crashing out in my bed as soon as
I arrived home.  In some ways the Boy Scout in me has never left and thanks
to Rick who's vessel is moored at a River Thames island known as The Lynch,
this idyllic island has been the ideal camp site for Vivian, myself and
loads of teens sharing our wonderful experiences over the years and with
the weather getting warmer, Both Ellen and Dylan are looking forward to
spending another year of summer breaks on this island when my Iphone rang
and I saw John's number calling my from Australia letting me know his
flight details.

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