Date: Sat, 3 May 2014 01:08:43 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Spitfire Summer Part 3

			  Spitfire summer part 3

A story about the experiences of a 13 year old boy during the summer of
1940, this in entirely a work of fiction

By Vintagespeedoboy.

The sights & sounds of the squadron of spitfires thrilled every single boy
scout on the camp site & for a few moments everything stopped as they gazed
at those aircraft but we all had camp work tasks to perform, there was a
fire to light, the evening meal to prepare & cook, the dining area to
erect, plates/mess tins & cutlery laid out, water to fetch which was made a
lot easier by having a stand pipe on the island, I took the scoutmaster to
one side & asked him.

"I need about an hour to go & bag a couple of bunnies for the pot," he
looked at me inquisitively asking.

"Holmes, I don't want to know how you're going to do it, just get out of
your uniform & sneak out of the camp, & you had better come up with the
goods!"

I changed out of my uniform, took my haversack, air cane, pump & tin of
shot from my kitbag, assembled the cane, walked to the jetty & signaled the
sea scout on the gig to come & fetch me, after the crossing I crept out
from the camp & walked along the road till I crossed a small brick built
bridge over a stream, turned right following the track for about a quarter
of a mile, reconnoitered the area, removed the handle & air chamber, pumped
as much air as my strength will allow, reassembled & loaded the air cane &
walked along the track looking for somewhere to cross the stream.



I must have walked at least a half mile before coming to a fallen tree
which fell across the stream, I carefully made my way along the tree &
sighted a lot of rabbits near to the fence some of which were close enough
for a shot, it took me some minutes to lay down, clear a field of view
before taking careful aim at one about 20 yards away.

I pressed the button & the gun erupted with a loud pop as I watched the
bunny drop down, all the others froze with their ears erect & a few hopped
away from the field although a large number still remained, I waited
several minutes before recharging the air chamber, reloading & taking aim
for another shot.



The next bunny presented itself at a longer range which was facing away
from me grazing, I needed the bunny erect for the shot & snapped my fingers
at which it immediately looked up with its ears erect, I took careful aim
at the base of the V formed by the rabbit's ears, fired & it too went down,
some more rabbits hopped away from the field & I could hear the thumps as
some of them drummed the ground with their hind legs, I became euphoric as
still more rabbits remained in the field totally oblivious to my shooting
them, recharged the air chamber & reloaded for a third shot.

The next one presented itself at about 40 yards away, I patiently waited
hoping it would come nearer for a closer shot but it didn't leaving me no
choice but to take the longer shot, I aimed dead centre & to the top of the
rabbit & fired.

It leapt into the air & ran around aimlessly like a headless chicken
uttering an ear spitting squealing, with the gun now spent I jumped down
from the tree & managed to catch it quickly putting an end to its life,
picked up the other two, crossed the stream by the tree & smartly made my
way back to camp making sure no one was following.



The same sea scout was waiting by the gig & as I boarded the boat his face
had a look of surprise when his gaze fell on the rabbits uttering. "Bloody
hell! Where did you get them from?"

I replied. "You keep your fucking trap shut & maybe I might let you have
one."

He sculled the gig to the island, tied up on the jetty, took me to a quiet
part on the island & said.

"Look mate, I'll take one from you & my lips are sealed, as long as I have
an invite for a cup of tea."

"If that's what you want, come & join us."



I had to quickly prepare two rabbits for the pot finally cutting them into
small diced cutlets before tossing them into the Dixie stirring its
contents which now had to cook for about 2 hours on a low fire with a
gentle simmer, I quickly skinned, gutted & cut into cutlets the third
rabbit & placed the meat into my mess tin for him to take to his troop
returning after a quarter of an hour with my mess tin & a small jar of his
mum's blackberry jam, we drank our teas making small talk, I sensed his
gaze falling on my crotch & saw his cock becoming hard in his school navy
blue PE shorts resulting in a huge tent as he wasn't wearing any underwear
when he whispered, "As I'm the duty ferry, my tent's over there," as he
pointed to a WW1 US army pup tent saying. "Meet you there tonight after
dark."



We had a filling meal of rabbit stew containing the extra portions of
rabbit with myself & the scoutmaster looking at each other with knowing
looks, all the boys were happy & some even commented saying. "There's more
meat in this stew than we've ever seen at school, with wartime food
rationing & our food stored in both stout wooden boxes & the meats in the
camp site's fridge not a single boy wasted any food, after which there was
the washing up to be done.





I met the sea scout at his tent & we both went inside lying on our sides
making small talk, he was a big strong lad for a 15 year old standing about
5ft 8 inches with dark hair, brown eyes, well suntanned olive skin which
showed off his Mediterranean features, he introduced himself as Kostas
saying that his parents are Greek, I introduced myself & we talked about
our schools, our troops &c before he asked me.

"Has anyone ever played with yours?" I replied. "There have been the few
boys at school but nothing more than that."

"Same here, I do wish a real man would do me, just to know what it's like,
have to be careful as I don't want my parents to find out."

"That might not be a good idea, I've heard some of them have really big
cocks & you could get hurt."

I stroked his hard cock through his shorts & immediately knew his was big,
he took down his shorts revealing a very skimpy pair of white silk swimming
trunks which were expertly made from parachute silk by a good seamstress
who kept quiet about her commission, I remarked saying. "They look really
nice on you."

"I didn't have them on earlier, just put them on specially for you, if I
get them wet they go totally see through which drives my cock wild," he
took them off revealing his hard 7 inch cock which was throbbing & pulsing
strongly to his heartbeat.



I slowly sucked on his cock as he let out a loud sigh & sucked it for a few
strokes before I lubed his cock, my hole, moved away his bedroll, got on
all fours & presented him with my bottom.

He pushed his cock slowly which told me that he has experience with younger
boys & as soon as he was balls deep inside me pounded into me like a
possessed rapist lasting only seconds before he flooded me with several
huge blasts of cum deep inside me, after pulling out I lit up 2 cigarettes
giving him one as we smoked making small talk, I left him enjoying his
afterglow knowing that Tim would be waiting in the tent with his rampant
cock for me.

I quietly entered the tent by the bell end buttoning it shut as the
opposite end was now closed with our gas capes, it was pitch black inside
which meant having to use a torch to see, as this is a military tent we
both knew that torch light does not penetrate through the canvas, I readied
myself for Tim's cock to enter my hole with our bedrolls moved aside on all
fours, again Tim took his time pushing his cock inside me & waited as both
his love & juices flowed deep inside me before taking long strokes with his
huge cock working its magic on my love button inside as I watched my juices
constantly flowing out & onto the groundsheet with the awesome sensations &
electricity between us.



The cigarettes were at the ready to tame our wildly rampant cocks & we both
lit up so as to prolong the session using an old tin as an ashtray, after
the effects of the tobacco wore off those feelings rapidly built up to a
tremendous orgasm as a fusillade of huge cum blasts shot out from my cock
with my quivering chute setting Tim's cock off on its series of huge cum
blasts deep inside me.

Our afterglows were so awesome, I quickly cleaned the groundsheet before we
laid down embracing each other with feelings of pure love kissing each
other passionately before we threw our bedrolls over us still within our
embrace & fell asleep.



We didn't sleep for long as we got cold & I had to creep outside from the
tent to somewhere quiet & dump two loads of teenage spunk & chose the
vegetable patch before returning & tucking myself into the bedroll.

The following morning was like any other at camp, we rose, took the ferry
which now had another sea scout who's jumper bore both Red Cross & Royal
Life Saving Society badges sculling the huge boat & went to the ablutions
block for our morning wash, this facility was old with its well used
appearance & the one shower was cold, having no mirror boys had to rely on
others like myself who had pocket mirrors.

We prepared our breakfasts mainly of cereals with re constituted National
dried milk, each blue & white tin from the Ministry of food makes 7 pints
of milk & each boy is allowed only one teaspoon of sugar in his cereal, we
found that mixing biscuits with cereal made for a better breakfast which
was washed down with tea, washing up after breakfast is a lot easier than
that of a cooked meal.



We changed into our uniforms for our free morning in town, my first call
was the local gun shop for more ammunition & spare sealing washers
moistened with neatsfoot oil for the air cane, with it passing for a
walking stick I took it with me, it was just as well that I did, I had to
order the required amount of SSSG (Quarter inch) lead balls which required
the gun shop proprietor to cast them in house, a visit to the hardware shop
saw the proprietor punching out 2 spare pairs of washers from a sheet of
leather with hole punches, bought some cigarettes & went to the park beside
the river looking at the town's suspension bridge which we had earlier
crossed, sat down & smoked a cigarette before Kostas joined me at the
bench.



His sea scout uniform consisted of dark knee length short trousers, navy
blue knee high woolen socks with garter tags showing at the sides, navy
blue jumper embroidered with 'Sea scouts' on the front with a sailors 'lid'
hat, on his left sleeve were the Red Cross & Royal Life Saving Society
badges denoting his first aid & bronze medallion qualifications.

We made small talk for a while before the subject turned to sex with him
asking.

"Did you like the session last night?"

"Yes, I wish I could have stayed with you last night, you know how it is."

"Shall we do it again sometime? Only next time we'll have more time
together."

"That would be very nice; we could go into the woods, just means walking
past the camp."

"Hey! You know that footpath just before the camp; that leads to the
swimming area, at the end of the path is a green corrugated iron shed where
you get changed, if you walk along the river bank towards the town, there's
like a little beach, we could go swimming, I'm wearing those sexy white
trunks you saw last night."

"I'm wearing my black pair too, we could both go & swim, I'm just waiting
for the shop to cast me some shot."



After collecting the shot we followed the path to the swimming area before
walking along the river bank, stripped down to our trunks & waded into the
river, we both sprang boners looking at each others bodies, we waded out
till the water became chest deep before deciding to swim across & check out
the opposite side.

Both of us were very strong competent swimmers & swam a text book front
crawl stroke normally the preserve of competition swimmers arriving on the
far side, climbed out & entered the field out of view from prying eyes.

We embraced each other with hugs & kisses grinding our hard cocks into each
other whilst I stroked his nipples eliciting a sigh of enjoyment as Kostas
cock & balls tingled with my ministrations before we took off our trunks &
he lubed me up from the tin of Vaseline which he had in the back of his
trunks before I presented him with my boy pussy.

As Kostas slowly pushed in his cock & left it there I immediately knew that
he's experienced & pounded into me whilst stroking his nipples with the
palms of his hands, my juices flowed out from my cock dripping onto the
ground & within seconds a long thin jet of watery spunk squirted several
feet from my cock, he didn't last long as I felt his cock swell up before
blasting several huge squirts of spunk deep inside me.

We swapped over for my turn to pound my cock inside him as it massaged his
love button making his cock leak a watery white fluid which dripped onto
the ground when it suddenly shot out a huge squirt of fluid followed by
more huge blasts of cum without touching his cock & his hole grabbing &
pulsing on my cock triggering a deluge of huge cum blasts inside him & an
intensely shattering orgasm which almost made me scream.

We swam back across the river & when we got half way across I told him to
drop his trunks & we both dumped each others spunk in mid stream as I said
jokingly. "That'll feed a few fish," which had him chuckling.



After the return crossing we laid on the grass sunbathing, drying out in
the sun, making small talk & smoking cigarettes before putting on our
uniforms & returning to the camp site, I signaled the sea scout to scull
the boat over & saw that he looked stunning with his blond hair, bright
blue eyes & light fuzz on his legs, just as the boat was about to dock I
could see that the lad who looked about 14 & had a huge package inside his
tailored school PE shorts.

As I sat in the boat facing him, I asked him.

"Are you the duty ferryman today? & are you sleeping on the Island
tonight?"

"Yes I am, oh by the way Kostas has told me about you, good of you to get
us that rabbit & I'll see you later."

I knew straight away that I'll be unloading my spunk into this young lad,
meanwhile my thoughts went to bagging some more bunnies.



After we finished our evening meal, I charged up the air chamber,
reassembled & reloaded the air cane & walked to the far end of the island
with my ammunition & pump inside my haversack after hearing a pheasant
call, once I reached there I hid in a bush scanning the area for the
pheasant, there were quite a few bunnies about & resisted the temptation to
shoot one, I wanted that pheasant & tried to find it, after a while I could
just make out its head about 75-80 yards away just above the grass &
sometimes saw the tips of its tail feathers, after watching it for ages
hoping it would come nearer which it didn't, I rested the cane on a branch
aiming behind & to the level of its head & fired.

The gun erupted with a loud pop & all the rabbits scattered, I saw a few
feathers fly up & heard the sound as the shot ripped through the blades of
grass near the target but the pheasant didn't fly off, putting the gun down
& taking my clothes off I swam across the back water wearing only my
swimming trunks to the field on the opposite bank & went looking for the
bird roughly where I last saw it.

I found a few feathers & followed its trail of disturbed grass before I
found it, it was still alive & couldn't fly as my shot had broken its wing,
I quickly dispatched the bird in a heightened state of euphoria before
swimming on my back holding the bird out of the water across the back water
onto the island with my kill, got dressed & sauntered back to camp laying
the pheasant on the table.

The scoutmaster looked at me with astonishment before his look became
serious asking in a very authoritative voice.

"Did anyone see you shoot that bird?"

"No, I bagged it from the top of the island & swam across to retrieve it."

"You had better hope for your sake that no one saw you, that's a game bird
& there could be a lot of trouble over that."

"Oh," I replied.

"Look Jim, I don't mind you bagging rabbits & the local farmer probably
wouldn't care either, bagging a pheasant is a serious issue, it is poaching
& that will land you up before a juvenile magistrate & you'll probably get
the birch, now! No more pheasants while we're here! Is that understood?"

I realized that I took my chances bagging my first pheasant & succeeded,
the thing to do now is to quickly pluck the bird & get rid of all the
feathers, I set about plucking the bird before stashing it in a dixie with
the lid closed putting the dixie inside my tent & burning the feathers in
the fire, for some minutes the smell of burning feathers wafted across the
camp site, the head & feet I threw into the river after dark.



I checked the shop receipt for the freshly cast shot which mentioned 100
pcs, opened the tin & counted each new one out putting to one side the shot
from the original purchase heaving a sigh of relief that 100 of the new
shot remained in the tin, I put the few original shot with the washers back
into the haversack with the dismantled cane & pump & the tin in my kitbag
not knowing why or what made me except for the vision in my mind's eye of
Bert, it seemed as though a thought of his was trying to tell me something.



I also kept thinking about the blond sea scout on the ferry which made my
cock go hard, he was sat in the boat which he'd moored on the island's
jetty looking bored, I walked up to the jetty asking him. "Are you busy
with that boat?"

"Oh hi, no it's as quiet as the grave; I haven't had anyone since I brought
you over."

"What about reading a book?"

"Haven't brought one," I had the first erotic book from the toilets inside
the haversack with the air cane, knowing the effect this book had on me I
decided to loan it to him knowing that lust will take over his thoughts &
said.

"I got one in my bag you could borrow; I'll just warn you that you might
want a good wank after reading it."

"His eyes lit up as the expression on his face changed as he
uttered. "Really! I do love a good read."

I fetched him the book & as he started reading it a look of astonishment
came over his face when he said.

"The boy in your book has the same name as me, what a coincidence; it's
Tommy Fullbrick & just as your book says all my mates call me fullprick."

"Mine's Jim Holmes, all my mates call me Sherlock because I'm always
wearing my gas cape whenever I ride my bike in the rain."



As we sat down on the grass with him reading my book, his cock became hard
inside his tailored PE shorts with shortened legs making his white silk
swimming trunks visible as I looked up his leg, his rampant cock was
dancing about wildly as it became erect leaking copious amounts of watery
white fluids making a huge wet patch on his shorts when suddenly a gush
flooded through the material onto the grass followed frequently by a few
more as his watery white juices trickled onto the grass when I said to
him. "It looks like that book's having an effect on your cock."

"It's always doing that whenever it gets hard, mine's 8 inches long & I'm
only 14, I keep getting such huge wet patches at school which runs down
onto the floor."

As he continued reading the book, I saw his bulge pulse wildly as he said.

"Oh my god, I'm cumming," as gush after gush of spunk flooded into both his
trunks & shorts in several huge gushes with his cock still pulsing after
his gushes had stopped when he asked.

"You don't mind looking after the boat for a minute, I just have to dive
into the river & wash this load out."

"OK, just don't forget to feed the fish," which elicited a chuckle as he
tore off his sea scout jumper & plimsolls, dived in & treaded water for
some minutes whilst washing his spunk out from both his trunks & shorts, he
exited the water, fetched his towel from the tent, took off his shorts &
wrung them out placing them over his tent to dry.



His muscular form with his six pack & huge pectorals gained through hours
of hard swimming training looked amazing in just his identical white silk
trunks to Kostas which became totally transparent exposing his huge blond
bush & a soft cock a lot larger than most boys erections & his skin
perfectly visible through the material, as he faced away from me I saw his
bottom in all its glory through his trunks as he toweled himself dry & put
on his sea scout jumper, the white colour of his trunks returned as the
warmth of his body soon dried them out, as he treated me to this display of
his perfectly sculptured youthful body, my cock was hard all the time
leaking my juices into both my trunks & shorts, the time spent waiting for
our night time foray inside his tent was torturing me as lustful thoughts
with this young lad played on my mind.



I needed to clear my head fast & went swimming, I walked to the far end of
the island, stripped down to my trunks & swam towards the mini beach
upstream of the public swimming area about 200 yards away, there was a
small group of lads there & one of about 12 took my fancy, as he was with
his friends I didn't make any move towards him, all we did was say hello &
that was about it, I saw a number of bicycles & their clothes about 100
yards away on the opposite bank so I knew that they've swam over from
there.

They said their goodbyes & as I watched them swimming across they had the
typical head movement from left to right which most boys have who haven't
been taught to swim properly on front crawl, this stroke may be good enough
to swim 25 yards in a pool, with the distances encountered in rivers &
lakes it's a sure fire recipe for disaster, my parents ensured that I
became a strong swimmer & fortunately our games master is an excellent
swimming teacher so I was taught properly & swimming long distances for me
is just like going for a walk.

The lads reached the half way point which is a good 50 yards away & I knew
they'll be out of breath when suddenly the drama unfolded as a pair of arms
thrashed wildly in the water, there was not a second to lose as I dived in
for the 50 yard swim which I knew would take me around 35-40 seconds to
reach him.

He had already gone under & his only hope of life now lay in my hands as I
surfaced dived into the water in the direction of the current with
visibility of probably about a couple of feet, whatever forces guided that
boy's life that day certainly guided me as I rammed into him with my head,
with the last remnants of the breath which I had taken I grabbed him hard &
brought him back up holding him up whilst I gulped more air into my lungs,
the boy I fancied was unconscious which made my rescue a lot easier as I
brought him back to my side of the river, pulled him out of the water &
started resuscitating him, my efforts had certainly not gone unnoticed when
I heard the frantic ringing of a bell from the camp site.



The ferry gig had been scrambled, sea scouts ran to the jetty with their
oars as Tom brought the gig alongside & they boarded, I could hear Tom's
commands as he bellowed out the time with 'Pull' every few seconds, the
lads in that boat were like a well oiled machine who were quite capable of
competing against a similar boat in a race & put everything into it.

I continued resuscitating the boy when suddenly he coughed & belched out a
load of river water & looked at me with frightened eyes, I managed to calm
him down telling him to just lie there & relax.

Suddenly he vomited a huge load of foul smelling liquid mush & as I was
trained to do, I cleared his mouth out saying to him, "Hold on lad, there's
a boat coming, as the boat drew alongside with sweat pouring off the boys
Tom's voice rang out saying.

"I might have known it was you."

We transported him back to the camp site where an ambulance was waiting for
him & I recounted the story of the event to both my scoutmaster & the
warden of the camp, pride welled up through my body knowing that I had
become the hero of scout camp.



I met Tom at his tent after dark stroking his huge cock through his shorts
before we took off our clothes, hugged each other kissing passionately
grinding our cocks into each other before entering the tent, presented my
hole & passed him my tin of Vaseline, he certainly knew how to open up a
hole with his fingers, lubed us up & touched the entrance of my hole with
his throbbing leaking cock, as he started to slowly push it in I felt his
first gush of warm watery fluids flood into me, his cock pulsed & throbbed
strongly making mine so rampant I lit up 2 cigarettes passing him one which
tamed both our cocks as mine kept spewing watery white fluids onto the
groundsheet, I felt his balls against my bottom as he finished pushing it
in & rested for some minutes as I got used to him before he pumped with
slow long strokes as his hands stroked his nipples, kneaded my balls &
stroked my thighs telling me he's been fucked by very experienced elders.

My cock shot out a long squirt of watery fluids onto the groundsheet as I
felt his second squirt gush inside me before those feelings built up very
rapidly as my cock blasted out a huge load all by itself onto the
groundsheet as I gritted my teeth through the torturous orgasm with my cock
continuing to pulse after my spunk finished gushing out.

Tom's cock gushed out a huge load with a lot of powerful contractions as my
hole clamped & quivered on his cock giving him such an intense orgasm that
he was on the point of screaming & had to wait a long time for his cock to
deflate before pulling out.



Our immense afterglows & feelings of fulfillment lasted right up until we
both went to sleep, I had to dump Tom's huge load before entering our tent
to Tims waiting rampant cock which went in straight away, it too was
throbbing & pulsing wildly inside me spewing his love juices deep inside
with frequent squirts as he pumped with long slow strokes massaging my love
button resulting in my love juices flowing onto the groundsheet from my
cock, we both lit up cigarettes to tame our cocks & a more enjoyable longer
lasting session when Tim's suddenly swelled up blasting a huge load inside
me as mine too shot out another huge load onto the groundsheet.

I had just taken two 8 inch cocks in quick succession & had another load of
cum to dump which ran out from my boy pussy as I walked naked across the
island to finally squat down adding to Tom's load already there, & yet by
morning it's all gone having given the local bugs a huge feast.





We all took our 50 yard swimming tests before breakfast followed by an open
air church service which required us to wear our uniforms after which we
changed into our school PE kit for practical rowing tuition & experience in
the gig which was conducted by the sea scout master, this boat required 8
boys to row plus 1 for what's known as the lazy bow which is the eyes of
the boat & another for the coxswain, each team completed a circumnavigation
of the island before the next group received their tuition, although the
oars were fairly heavy everyone enjoyed the outing in the boat before the
oars were put away & the boat resumed its ferry duties.

After lunch which all the boys ate a small piece of the pheasant with their
meal we had a game of football against the sea scouts with them beating us
3 goals to our 2 after which we all went swimming, being a Bronze medallion
holder I had to do my stint as a lifeguard carrying a rolled up throwing
line which is like a large ball of string with a floating reel, after my
stint I passed the reel to Tim for his followed by the sea scouts doing
theirs as well, we all had an enjoyable day in the water.



The following day was our pioneering project with the sea scouts, for this
a thick heavy rope was placed between 2 trees across the backwater before
it was tightened up by winding a thick wooden pole, we now had a tightrope
for the single rope crossing which we all had to do in our swimming trunks.

Kostas demonstrated the single rope crossing as he laid on the rope with
one leg hanging down as a counterweight followed by a regain where he got
back onto the rope after hanging on one arm over the water, he made the
crossing both ways & now it was the boys turn to try.

It looked easy when he showed us, loads of laughter erupted from everyone
as boys fell off the rope like flies into the water, now it was my turn,
that rope felt very unsteady as I pulled my way across before Tom shook the
life out of the rope sending me into the drink, I bobbed up & blew a stream
of water out of my mouth just like I've everyone does at the pool which
made them laugh even more before uttering.

"You twits shook that rope with me on it, come on, I deserve another go."

Kostas replied. "Be our guest," as he beckoned me back onto the rope.

This time I was more determined to stay on as I inched my way along the
rope before hanging on with one arm, I grabbed the rope with the second
arm, pulled myself up & locked my elbows over the rope before swinging like
a pendulum placing my foot & then my knee over the rope leaving the other
leg hanging down, I became the first lad in my troop to successfully
execute a regain with hand clapping from everyone, I swam back across
exiting the water, put my thumbs in my ears wiggling my hands & poking my
tongue out at Tom when Kostas threw a bucket of water over me with more
laughter from everyone.



It had been a good day's activities which were thoroughly enjoyable, it
seemed as though the war was a million miles away even though we were
hearing planes all the time, this was our little bit of England which never
seemed to change, even the weather was nice, my euphoria changed when we
arrived at our encampment to see a policeman waiting for us.

My world fell apart when he addressed our troop saying.

"Gentlemen, I am here to investigate a report of someone taking a pheasant
from the field over there," as he pointed, we were all stunned that
something like this could happen, he went on to say that a boy scout had
purchased 100 rounds of quarter inch lead shot from the gun shop & there
was another sighting of a boy in black swimming trunks carrying a bird in
the direction of the river bank, I had to own up for purchasing the lead
shot, fetched the tin from my kitbag with the receipt whilst he sat at the
table & counted every one, before he looked at me saying.

"All your lead shot is there, why have you bought it?"

"I have an air gun at home which we use for shooting rats."

"Surely you could have bought this in your town & yet you've bought it
here."

"The air gun's a number 3 bore, our local shop didn't have any & I had to
order my purchase as the shopkeeper had to cast them for me,"

"I see, it just sounds a bit odd to me, however the shopkeeper confirms
your story, now go & fetch your swimming trunks & show them to me."

"There drying out on my tent," as I pointed to my tent which he could see
perfectly, fortunately Tim's trunks were also drying on the tent & other
boys also had black trunks as well when the scoutmaster said.

"It looks like your enquiry's reached a dead end constable."

"Yes quite, sorry to trouble you," as he wrote something in his pocket book
before boarding the ferry, briefly speaking to the warden before leaving on
his bicycle.

The scoutmaster said. "Jim that was a bloody close shave you've just had."

"I know."



Our next contest was the cross country race before breakfast which started
on the road before turning right & following the track through the woods &
back, a distance of a mile & a half, owing to the overnight rain the track
was muddy with the latter half going up & down hills making for a tough
course even though the distance is shorter than the school's course.

Once on the track it became anyone's race as we slipped & slided as well as
falling over, everyone became plastered in mud with some of it flying off
shoes & dropping off boys as we ran the home stretch along the road.

Tom finished way ahead of everyone & it was at least a couple of minutes
before Kostas crossed the line with me about a yard behind him after
battling him on the road trying to come second.



We were fortunate in having a large water tank for the ablution blocks plus
we could also draw water from a well on a farm about a mile away which the
locals say is a holy one & requires permission from the farmer to enter his
land, it is this water which the tank is filled with which enabled us to
wash ourselves & our kit, of course we would have to go with our trek carts
with as many water containers that we can muster after breakfast which is a
task set for both our troops.

The water run took all morning with 3 separate runs with our carts before
the tank was full & on the instructions from the farmer a patrol leader
said a prayer over the well which was nothing more than a clear water
stream coming out of a hole in the ground before we drew water from the
well.



After lunch Bill & I went into town with the main intention of buying
postcards & sending postcards & letters home, we sat on a park bench
writing our mail & I wanted to send one to Bert although I don't think
Bluebell woods is a proper address, nevertheless I gave it a try, I sent
the postcard to=Bert the poacher, Bluebell woods nr Benson's farm & told
him I was having a good time & would see him after camp, when I met up with
Bert, the postman actually delivered my postcard to him in the woods, such
was the reputation of Bert the poacher.

I like browsing through old second hand shops & sought out the local one,
there was a huge selection of books of which I bought one on bicycle
repair, I looked in their penny bucket & pulled out a rather familiar
looking aluminium forked shaped object, it was the frame to a 'Zip Zip
catapult, I had never even seen one before & as I placed it on the counter
the shop keeper looked at it saying.

"Hhhmm, my old catapult, it was supposed to go in with the aluminium scrap,
lucky for you it ended up here, these things come from America & I know for
a fact that the local poacher uses one," as he scratched his head.

"Poacher you say, our troop almost got the blame for someone bagging a
pheasant in the field next to the scout camp."

"The one around here's as crafty as a fox, I bet you he took the shot with
his catapult, course no one sees him, he's like a ghost."

"What about the elastic?"

"Never seen any, oh, hold on a minute, there's a box somewhere which this
came with, I'll see if I can find it," he went searching his shelves & went
through the shop before emptying out years of odds & ends under the counter
before he uttered. "Found it!"



He brought the box to the counter, opened it taking out a piece of paper
from the Automatic rubber company, Dep 87, Columbia S.C in the USA & costs
35 cents, it illustrated the catapult & a running rabbit, he passed me the
box & said. "One penny please sonny."

"It was like finding buried treasure & almost answered the question of
bagging pheasants quietly & put doubt in my mind as to who really shot the
pheasant & did I steal a poachers bird right from under his nose? Or was it
just me verbally covering my tracks? I paid for the items & left.

I met up with Bill in the park where we sat on a bench smoking cigarettes
whilst I showed him my penny catapult which he looked at with a lot of
interest saying. "You'll get the elastic for that easy peasy."

I replied. "Yeah, but I want a really strong one, that square stuff is next
to useless, I want this one to really give a pheasant enough of a clout
that should I bring one down it'll stay down, I bet old Bert can help me."



After the evening meal we had a wide game in the woods (Game of flag) where
we had to stalk our way into the opposing troops camp & stand by their
flag, putting into practice what Bert had taught me, both Bill & myself
were the first ones to reach the opposing flag, the following day we had an
overnight bivouac camp in the woods underneath our gas cape flat basha
shelters which the sea scouts enjoyed as we were the ones showing them how
to erect their shelters after which I gave them a demonstration of
camouflaging one of theirs, the following morning was the quarter mile
swimming race in the river which Tom won by a wide margin & I finished 5th,
the final event was the camp fire which was held in daytime owing to the
blackout, we sung 'Who do you think you are kidding Mr. Hitler' to a
rapturous applause whilst the sea scouts sung 'Shine up your buttons with
Brasso' which had everyone laughing their heads off, of course there were
the skits which too raised a few laughs, all too soon a highly memorable
scout camp was over & in the best tradition of scouting our scoutmaster
took some ashes from the fire before we went home.



For days afterwards I reveled in the afterglow of scout camp which took us
all away from the war, they had started mass bombing attacks, night time
bombing raids & now they were bombing the airfields, we kept getting loads
of air raid warnings when the sirens sounded & had to scurry into our
Anderson shelter, it was the sight of large numbers of German bombers which
struck the fear of god in us, fortunately not a single bomb fell on the
town right throughout the war, the sounds of masses of aircraft engines
high up in the sky was awesome as were the loads of vapour trails left by
aircraft & yet our lives went on.



I had my milk & paper round to do, they were harvesting the wheat at
Benson's farm which cut the wheat into an ever decreasing area, Bert showed
me how to use a shotgun & I was loaned a folding single barrel .410 & told
to shoot any bunny which bolted out from the wheat, I must have bagged at
least 2 dozen bunnies that day, it was wholesale slaughter of bunny rabbits
but it had to be done, they were eating our crops & bred in huge numbers,
with meats on ration, Mr. Benson trusted local butchers to ensure fair
distribution amongst the community & they even made sure that the poorest
didn't go without either.

He was what may be described as a farmer of more traditional methods, a
staunch believer of managing the countryside & of conservation giving a
fair wage to those he employed, he saw rabbits like most things, leave
enough of them around to breed sufficiently for the following year, like
leaving enough honey inside a hive to ensure the bees survival, he saw the
poaching gangs as ruthless villains who wreaked destruction on wildlife
wiping out whole areas with their methods in their quest for a few bob, the
annual rabbit shoot's numbers were severely down on the previous year & he
now went to war against the poaching gangs.

After the rabbit shoot I spent hours there shooting rats with an old BSA
Lincoln Jefferies air rifle, his cats saw to the mice, I showed Bert the
catapult which he sorted out the correct rubber & leather patch & had me
practicing using musket balls, I needed a projectile with enough weight &
shocking power behind it to bring down a bird & became quite a good shot.



 The air war continued in the skies over southern England when one day an
ME110 came down near the farm, all the farm hands went out to it finding
that their crew had ran off, we pumped out almost 80 gallons of aviation
fuel before the home guard turned up to guard the downed aircraft, it was
Bert who found them & fearing the wrath of English law didn't want any
trouble with civilians & even drank a cup of tea with him, it was just like
a Sunday walk, he never needed to point his rifle at them as they walked to
the farm & turned themselves in to the RAF, he even enjoyed a good
conversation with them on the way.

A large formation of Bombers passed by close to the town high up when the
hurricanes attacked them, one burst into flames & plunged to the ground, I
think I saw 2 or 3 parachutes, another one fired a long burst back at the
attacking hurricanes before it erupted into a fireball, seconds later
bullets rained down from the sky hitting roofs, the street, a parked car &
everyone took cover inside shops &c, fortunately no one was hurt apart from
the damage caused to property.

After that Barrage balloons went up around the town which posed a hazard to
all low flying aircraft, both to ours as well as theirs, still the huge
armadas of enemy aircraft came over sometimes 3 or 4 times or more in a
day, it became a battle for our very survival as aircraft on both sides
were shot down either by anti aircraft fire or aircraft shooting at each
other, there were crashed aircraft all over the countryside which ended up
in scrap yards for recycling, we must have seen loads of parachutes with
airmen who've bailed out most of who were the lucky ones, ours got to fly
another day whilst theirs went to POW camps & still the bombers kept
coming, it was on the 20th that Churchill gave his famous speech to
parliament.

"Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so
few."



The parents of the boy I saved sent for me & paid for my train fare getting
me a weekend away & took my bicycle, I met them at the station & the lad
introduced himself as Pete, hugged me smothering me with kisses & humped
into my cock with his hard nail giving me a taste of what's to come, I
brought with me a large jar of Mr. Benson's honey, some eggs, fresh rabbit
meat which filled my mess tins & a water bottle of fresh milk, they lived
in a small Victorian 2 bedroom terraced house which was very cramped inside
& both Pete & myself would share a bed during my stay with them.

They cooked a very nice rabbit & vegetable stew washed down with tea
sweetened with the honey after which we recounted the events of that day
before going out with him on a bicycle ride with his friends stopping at
the public swimming area, I had become this groups hero & once again
recounted those events, there was a few youngsters there mostly sat on the
river bank & I saw no scout troops on camp making the site look deserted,
my catapult was in my pocket with some musket balls & whispered to my new
friend. "Psst, shall we try & bag a bunny for the pot?"

His eyes lit up as I gave him a silence signal, we left the swimming area &
followed the track along the woods till we came to the tree, parked our
bikes & told him to be very quiet & watch.



My Zip Zip was a lot more powerful than the British Milbro thanks to Bert &
certainly capable of bagging a rabbit, Bert christened the catapult by
bagging one giving it to me for the pot; I slowly crept along the fallen
tree trying not to alarm any bunnies & waited patiently for one to come
within range, took aim & fired.

The musket ball hit the bunny with a loud thump knocking it down &
scattering the others, I quickly fetched my kill, crossed the stream to see
Pete's face lit up with a huge smile, he wanted to give me a huge hug but I
told him we had to get out of there fast.

We entered Pete's house with me holding up the bunny as his mum put her
hands over her face in shock & Pete saying with pride. "Mum, Jim's shot it
with a catapult."

"Jim lives in the country & they do things like that, thank you Jim," as
she planted me with kisses.

After we retired I told Pete to be very quiet so I could give him a night
time treat, his 5 inch cock became as hard as a nail as I slowly played
with it with my hand, I went on to sucking it & within seconds he shot a
single squirt of watery spunk in my mouth, I told him to keep it a secret
before we embraced ourselves in each others arms & fell asleep.

The following morning our cocks were rock hard & I sucked Pete's off for
another offering of his spunk, I had to go to their outside toilet to have
a piss & badly needed a wank, I slowly stroked my rock hard cock thinking
about the glory hole, those two books & young Pete when those feelings
built up in seconds as I blasted out a series of huge squirts of spunk
which hit the door before the last dregs just dribbled out, taking a finger
I scooped some off my cock & licked it clean, before I left I had to clean
the evidence of my lust off the door & the floor.



After breakfast I took Pete swimming, the obvious choice was the public
swimming area although the mini beach was far better as there was a more
gentle slope to the bottom, this became more of a session of conquering his
demons, his love for me certainly helped with those processes as I taught
him how to swim front crawl properly, how to time his breaths with the
stroke & how to use a two beat leg kick for distance, I was amazed at how
this lad learned so fast as though somehow I had unlocked his hidden
primeval talents, I knew that a confident river crossing would finally lay
those demons to rest & we readied ourselves for the first crossing.



As we went I alternated to breast stroke so as I could watch him, his style
was so neat with just a small splash from his feet, he swam creating a
prominent bow wave & when he arrived he wasn't even out of breath & gave me
such a huge hug I felt his strength for the first time as he beamed a huge
smile, I just wished distance didn't separate true friends.

We agreed to race each other across for the return crossing giving
ourselves a count of 3 before we tore off from the river bank, his hands
worked their magic as he stroked through the water with his lithe young
body with a totally unexpected result, he beat me on the return crossing &
this was no fixed race, I had unlocked a hidden talent in this lad, he was
a true swim kid & with proper coaching would certainly hold his own with a
competitive club, I saw in him a smaller version of Tom the sea scout who
won the quarter mile race that day.



I went onto teaching him breast stroke & surface dives before we finally
laid on the grass basking in the sun becoming exhilarated as we watched a
Wellington bomber fly overhead, love flowed between us & those feelings of
contentment arose in both of us, we wanted to kiss, fondle & make love all
day long but this wasn't the place for it.

We rode to his house for lunch followed by a walk around town; I called
into the gun shop & bought some more musket balls for my catapult before
exploring the town with him.

After exploring the town we sat down on a park bench beside the river &
asked him.

"Has any boys played with your cock?"

He was quite open with his exploits telling me of the numbers which enjoyed
him; I really wanted a good session with him & asked. "Do you know any
really good places we could go to?"

"Yeah, there's an old run down hut inside the woods, it's a long way inside
& it's a steep climb up the hill, I'll show you."

We rode there on the bikes along the same track where we ran our cross
country race till we came to a track junction at the top of the hill on the
course, followed the track uphill to a triple forked junction taking the
right hand track up another steep hill to the top where it became flat for
about a quarter of a mile & came to an overgrown track which was just about
passable & at times we lifted the bikes above our heads through an
overgrown thicket till we finally came to the hut itself.



It was an old disused woodsman's hut, its timbers blackened with age & moss
growing on the roof, we entered the hut which surprisingly was still in
good condition inside and using the bicycle lamp I found a candle stump on
the floor which could still provide light for about 2 hours, placed it on
an old table & lit it which gave off a pleasing light to see by in the
darkness of the hut, I fondled, kissed & made love to him before we
stripped naked, he had a few hairs above his cock which became hard as I
massaged his nipples making him sigh.

My cock copiously flowed with a white watery fluid which dripped onto the
floor, I explained that I wanted to fuck him before lubing him & my cock
with Vaseline & placing the head of my rampant leaking cock at his hole
when a huge jet of my love juices gushed out at his hole making him think
I've pissed at him, putting some on my finger I showed him & offered him a
lick, as he tasted it he replied.

"That doesn't taste bad at all; in fact it's quite nice."



I slowly pushed my cock inside him taking the utmost care not to hurt him
until I was finally balls deep inside him, lit up a cigarette & waited as
my rampant cock which had already gushed out 3 loads of my love juices into
him subsided from its rapid twitching & pulsing massaging his love button &
making his cock gush out a squirt of watery spunk by itself.

I pumped into him with long slow strokes as I massaged my nipples with the
palms of my hands knowing that he may only last seconds, his cock became
even larger with its head now a cherry red colour, small drips of clear
fluid dripped from his cock which pulsed wildly as he said, "OMG, that
feels so good like I've never felt before, it's going to shoot!" as 4
squirts of his cum flew out of his cock as his tight hole pulsed & grabbed
mine triggering it to flood him with a succession of huge jets of my spunk
inside him with an orgasm so intense & torturous I screamed my head off.

My cock remained as hard as a rod of iron & I lit another cigarette hoping
it would go down enough to pull it out of him; instead it still kept on
twitching & pulsing wildly before flooding him with another series of cum
blasts inside him by itself, after a few minutes it deflated just enough to
pull it out as a load of cum gushed out from the boy's hole.

I told him to squat down & push the cum out of him just like taking a shit,
as he did this I was surprised at the size of the pool of cum he dumped
onto the floor, as we finally cleaned up I said to him.

"This must be our secret."

"You were amazing, you're so gentle & loving, not like the last boy who did
me."

"That's because he doesn't love you, I love you & do it so you enjoy it and
he did it out of pure lust."

I blew out the candle as we left, closed the door & as I looked around I
could just make out someone about 100 yards away in a ghillie suit watching
from the bushes, I loaded my catapult with one of my SSSG shots & fired so
the shot would pass by a few yards to his side & shouted to him saying. "I
need to talk to you!"



He broke cover & walked towards me, as he approached, I asked him.

"Are you the poacher?"

"I am indeed; you must have really good eyes to have seen me & that was a
good shot you took there, how can I assist?"

"I just wanted to meet you before I go back home."

"Well now you have, now I'll ask you a question, I've been watching you
when you was at the scout camp, you took a very good shot with that cane of
yours & bagged that pheasant, you also bagged 3 rabbits with it as well
from the tree & you bagged one with a catapult, now someone really good has
trained you, would you like to tell me who it is."

"Bert Hoskins, he's now in the home guard."

He took his ghillie head gear off, I saw that he was about the same age as
Bert & an expression of surprise came to his face with a big beaming smile
as he uttered. "Thank god."

"You obviously know him then."

"I'm Lou Henderson, we served together during the Boer war in South Africa,
he married & had a lovely boy, then they went to America together on the
Titanic, I've never seen or heard of them since so I believed they went
down with her."

"They've both survived, unfortunately their son didn't & in fact his wife
is now my mum."

"Gawd bleeding heck, I never forget a face & now I look at you, you're the
exact spitting image of his boy."

"Why don't you come back with me? He'd love to meet you."

"Sonny, I would love to, trouble is I don't have the train fare."

"I'm sure Captain Seddon can post you a warrant, he'd have you there inside
of a few hours, I can phone him if you want."

"Let's all have a cup of tea first, shall we?"



He lit a small fire & hung the large pot of his D shaped mess tin from a
stick, I talked about Bert, the town, scouts, Bluebell woods, Benson's
farm, & loads of other things about my life, we all drank from his mess
tin's top lid, walked to the nearest phone box wheeling our bikes & rang St
Josephs church asking to be put through to Captain Seddon.

Corporal Hoskins took the call which I passed it to Lou who asked.

"Do you remember shooting a large crocodile that was sneaking up on my
section whilst we were crossing a river?"

A look of astonishment came over Bert's face & for a moment he was
speechless before he came back on the line & said.

"Those were the days; can you get yourself down here so we can talk
further?"

"Can do, look, can you please put Captain Seddon on, there's a small matter
of a rail ticket."

The officer came on the line saying. "My corporal speaks highly of you, if
you don't mind joining our bunch I'll have a warrant sent out to you by
dispatch rider immediately, can you put the lad on please?"

I replied. "Look, to save your rider time we'll be waiting on the town's
bridge for him."

After the phone call we walked to the Bridge & whilst on route to the
bridge we saw some rabbits nearby in the field near the holy well, readied
our catapults, selected our targets & fired almost simultaneously with both
bunnies dropping down, we gave them both to Pete sending him home telling
his parents that I'll be home late for dinner.



We heard the motorcycle approaching long before we saw the RAF BSA M20 from
Benson's farm with my brother riding the machine, he wore a DR coat, helmet
& gauntlets carrying a Lee Enfield service rifle, he took out the document
wallet & passed me the brown envelope before stopping the engine, taking a
swig of tea from his Aladdin Stanley vacuum flask before passing it to us
for a swig each, lighting up 3 cigarettes which we smoked whilst chatting
for ages & just before we were about to go a lone Dornier DO17 came in low
over the river towards the bridge, within an instant my brother fired 5
rounds at it in rapid succession as it approached before it suddenly lost
height, caught fire & ditched into the weir.

With the aircraft floating in the river we watched as the crew rapidly
exited the aircraft onto a rubber dinghy with the pilot leaving last &
shouting obscenities at us whilst shaking his fist as the aircraft sank.

Bells were going off all over the town & the police turned up in force with
an inspector exiting the car shouting angrily at John saying. "Did you just
shoot down that plane?"

John replied. "Yes, I fired on it, it's an enemy aircraft which came in low
over the river & might have strafed us with its guns."

"If you had left it alone the RAF would have dealt with it! Now you've gone
& ruined our weekend, I want a report on my desk Monday morning."

"My CO will send it to you sir," The police left to arrest the aircrew & we
all burst out laughing as John giggled out.

"First blood to Ladysmith Company."



The following day we traveled together on the train back with Lou carrying
his old Lee Enfield service rifle wrapped in sacking, I watched with pride
as he handed the rifle over to the armoury sergeant who answered.

"Thank you, we could do with a few more of these," As he thoroughly
inspected it, recorded its serial number & placed it in the armoury inside
the church crypt, he was duly sworn in becoming Corporal Henderson of
Ladysmith Company aged 61 years, he walked smartly into town to the barbers
returning with a haircut & clean shaven to be issued his uniform, equipment
& allotted a billet whilst John wrote out his report on the Dornier handing
it to Captain Seddon.



That evening Ladysmith Company with the RAF had a mission, intelligence
supplied by Sergeant Hargis's informer had the intended target for the
poaching gang, the company was briefed on the operation with both corporals
wearing their ghillie suits as well as my brother having recently made his
who would be using the RAF's Bren gun with his mate carrying the ammunition
box & everyone carried blank ammunition only, as the incident unfolded with
all the gunfire around them, those poachers got the fright of their lives &
couldn't get into Sergeant Hargis's jail fast enough, the sounds of all
that gunfire, thunder flashes & parachute flares woke up the whole town
giving us an awesome fireworks display.



I met them both the following day at our bivouac site laughing & joking
with Mr. Benson as a mess tin of water heated up over a small fire to make
the tea when Mr. Benson smiled at me saying.

"Young Jimmy, our boys did a wonderful job last night of catching those
poachers, by all accounts everyone of them pooped into their underpants,"
as he laughed.

"You're standing right beside a right pair of poachers yourself," I
laughed.

"Quite, these two have always respected the countryside & they'll only take
what's needed, I made that lot see sense & because I am also a properly
licensed dealer in game for my sins we've come to a working arrangement
giving them reserved occupation status which they can't refuse, everything
goes through proper channels & is ministry inspected, the community pays an
affordable price at the shops which in the end benefits everyone including
our boys, they have the use of Mr. Shaw's Crossley & if they keep to their
side of the bargain they get to own his transport company, he's made his
money & wants to retire."

Suddenly tea with honey & fresh milk never tasted so good.



Whilst shooting rats at the farm I saw a familiar face from 2 summers ago
wearing a pair of overalls with a white flash & PW on his back climbing
into the tractor after he finished working on it, it was Frank, then a 16
year old German boy scout who's troop had to become a Hitler Youth group
who came & stayed with us for that summer, our gazes met in astonishment as
I blurted out, "How did you get here?"

"On the Heinkel which put down on the runway, it's the luckiest break I've
had in my life & glad of it too."

"Why, I remember you telling me that you were born here."

"That's correct, after my parents died in a car crash I was sent to my
grandparents in Germany, being a typical young lad I hated every minute of
it there & had to knuckle down to their wishes, anyway our boss here sussed
me out & got his legal eagle onto it, caused a right blooming flap with the
men in suits, they couldn't refuse my request to take my exams which I did
& I got the results just yesterday, I got all 'A,s' in the GCE's and I also
passed the entrance exams for the RAF."

"That's wonderful news, when do you go in?"

"At the beginning of the month & after my training I'll be posted back here
working in communications, hey, do you still play with that mirror of
yours?"

"Yes, why?"

"It was me who read your message asking the CO for his camera, I ran into
his office & told them, got a jolly good pat on the back for that
afterwards."

A memory of those happy times flashing messages to each other with mirrors,
torches & coming with us on my very first scout camp flooded back together
with the times he played with my cock & him being the one who's hand became
bathed in my very first offering of clear boy spunk which gushed out like a
fountain from my 11 year old cock, my cock began stirring inside twitching
as it became hard & my love juices flowed into my trunks, I wanted Frank's
18 year old cock inside me as lust racked throughout my body & love juices
gushed into my trunks trickling down my leg.



Frank saw this & lust took hold of this handsome blond haired young man as
his cock quivered inside his overalls, he jumped back down from the
tractor, led me to his tent tying up the entrance before we both stripped
naked, he lubed us both up with my love juices & slowly pushed his thick 8
inch cock inside me which went straight in with its twitching & pulsing
working its magic on my love button & a huge gush of my watery love juices
squirting out of my cock.

"Oh my, you do have a very nice one there Jimmy & it's so wild."

He pounded into me with slow strokes as we smoked cigarettes before those
wonderful memories & desires from then & the sight of my cock now fuelled
his rampant cock to blast his offerings of spunk inside me in several huge
gushes triggering mine to blast out a huge load all by itself, we had
managed to keep quiet enough during our orgasms leaving us in a highly
contented afterglow when he noticed the pool of my spunk on the groundsheet
in astonishment & gasped saying. "I would never have thought in a month of
Sundays that a boy of your age could shoot so much, I'm 5 years older than
you & even I can't match that."

"I replied. "You do have a wonderful cock though."



We both walked to the tea van & had just been served when the air raid
sirens went off & we scurried like rabbits into the shelters just as a
group of Heinkels came over, this time they were dropping bombs onto the
airfield & I have never been so frightened in all my life as the ground
shook with the explosions, dust dropped onto us from the shelter's roof, &
something hit the entrance, anti aircraft batteries were firing at them
before a squadron of hurricanes came along shooting some of them down, when
the all clear sounded there were a few bomb craters scattered around the
airfield although neither spitfire was damaged, as I walked along the
runway I saw a jagged piece of sheet metal sticking out of the ground & a
neat hole, I called the RAF over to look at it & was told to get the hell
away from there, they called it a UXB, it was an unexploded bomb.

That's when I realized that I had shit inside my trunks filling them up
inside with Frank's spunk.



To be continued.