Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 15:32:36 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: The Plane of My Dreams (Revised)

The Plane of my dreams AKA Child migrant.
This is a work of fiction by Vintagespeedoboy.

			       England 1955.

I am seated at a window seat overlooking the right wing of the 4 engined
airliner enjoying the view & wondering what the future has in store with
thoughts of England & my memories now passing by at 5 miles per minute with
the incessant steady roar of the engines as I look at them in constant
amazement through the propeller arcs & the blow torch intensity of the
exhaust flames emanating from the large diameter exhaust pipes when I see a
glow underneath the cooling flaps on the inboard right engine which gets
brighter & suddenly the engine's on fire, the propeller stops turning & the
fire goes out with a stream of white vapour blasting out from the cooling
flaps, within seconds the engine fire starts again with flames now trailing
back a considerable distance & a brilliant incandescent glow from the
engine when suddenly the wing folds up like a piece of paper as I look on
in horror as the aircraft suddenly begins its death spin to the ground & I
wake up screaming. "The plane's crashing!"

I'm in a bed at Feltham Borstal in the hospital wing for my safety having
had a cornea transplant at Moorfields eye hospital in London & now I'm
crying loudly as this dream has frightened the life out of me, Josh the 16
year old room orderly comes immediately to my aid, comforts & hugs me
before carefully washing out my eyes, placing on a fresh dressing & he also
administers the antibiotic eye drops regularly. I know he's gay as every
time he hugs me he has a hard on & right now there's a massive tent in his
pyjama bottoms, he's already felt my cock a few times & always tells me he
wants me to get better before he'll do any more stuff with me as I've been
told not to get into highly exciteable situations, I just wish he'll get on
with it as every time he touches me it's like jolts of electricity & he's
now the one true friend I have left in the world.

My names John, I'm 14 years old with dark hair standing 5ft 6" in my socks
of an athletic build gained by playing football & riding an old rickety
bike around the council estate. My journey here began when I went for a
ride in a car which some older kids had nicked & the cops chased us into a
road block, that's when I got out & ran for my life through some thick
woods not seeing the thorny bramble branch hanging down until it was too
late which ripped my face & my eye. Instead of the copper having to catch
me, he was now treating me as a casualty & had me taken straight to
hospital.

The case went to court & I was sentenced to Borstal for 6 months even
though it was a first offence, that magistrate must have had in for me, my
parents never came to see me & even though I've wrote to them, there's not
been a single reply to my letters.

After a few weeks I was summoned to the governor's office & underwent a
full medical examination by a doctor with a strange accent, I saw my file
on the table marked. 'RMS Southern Star' Melbourne, I knew that it stood
for Royal Mail Steamship having seen it in the school's dictionary &
questioned it but was not given an answer, there were other files with
boy's names on them & I wondered if they knew anything, another man came in
& took away the files leaving only mine on the desk, I overheard a
conversation between the doctor & the governor saying. "There's no way he
can travel on that ship, for a start the journey takes about 2 months, what
if he needs medical attention?, the sort he may need won't be on that ship,
no you can't risk it, if they want him they'll have to fly him out there!".

"OK, I'll phone them & let them know," after some minutes had passed I was
taken back to the hospital wing.

Over lunch I told Josh about the file & asked him why it had my name on it,
he knew a lot about the goings on here & said. "They're sending you out to
Australia, normally you would go by ship, they can't take that chance with
you so they'll either wait or if they want you badly enough they'll put you
on a plane."

Suddenly I became very frightened with a look of horror on my face, if
dreams do come true someone was sending me to my death, I had to think &
asked Josh. "Listen, can you see if there's a book in the library about
airliners?, I may be able to see what sort of plane I've dreamt about, the
immediate issue is who's behind this & why am I being sent out there?",
Josh returned with a copy of Jane's all the world's aircraft which I must
have spent hours studying & eventually I found it, it was the Lockheed
Super Constellation, I loved it every time I saw one flying & they were a
beautiful aircraft, what remained unanswered was why an engine fire could
have such devastating consequences, this is something that I would have to
find out for myself & perhaps Josh could help me find an answer.

I requested an appointment to see the governor which wasn't long in coming,
as I entered his office there was a man seated there who spoke with the
same accent as the doctor & he said a lot starting with. "John, you are
very perceptive in discovering your travel plans & you are now being given
the chance of a lifetime, how would you like to go to school on horseback?,
to swim in warm seas?, to eat oranges which grow in your garden?, to never
have to endure an icy winter?, to become a really good sportsman?, in
short, to realize your ambition, it's all out there & waiting for you."

"What about my eye, there's still stitches in it, who's going to take them
out?"

"I thought you might ask that, we have some of the best medical facilities
in the world, as your destination is Melbourne, you will be seen & treated
by a consultant at the Royal Eye & Ear Hospital in Gisborne Street, which
is why you're flying out there instead of traveling by sea."

"This is like manna from heaven, everything's too good to be true, when can
I go & can Josh come with me?"

"Your friend is shortly due for release, if he wants to go it'll cost him
?10, why don't you ask him & let the governor know, I'm sure we'll be happy
to accommodate him."

"You said about flying, who will I be flying with?"

"You'll be traveling with Qantas on one of their Lockheed Super
Constellations, they're quite a new aircraft, lovely to fly in & safe too,
I've traveled on them myself, sonny you'll be traveling in style."

"What about my parents, do they know anything about this?"

"Sonny, I'm sorry to have to tell you, your parents have completely
disowned you, they've even signed the piece of paper placing you into our
care."

Those words hit me like a thunderbolt; I felt anger & tears flooded my eyes
as I bawled out. "Why? Why? In Gods name why?"

It took a long time for me to calm down & the enormity of the situation to
sink in when this man said.

"Listen sonny, we're investing a lot of money in you to give you a
brilliant future, everything which I said will happen, we are sending you
out to a wonderful life, just think, in a few years time you'll have a
lovely house with your own family, a nice car & a really good job, if you
stay here your card's marked, you'll never be anything much better than a
labourer & that'll be your entire career for the next 50 years."

I left that office really looking forward to going but the dream weighed
heavily on the back of my mind & it was now panning out, within days I will
be boarding that aircraft, I had to speak to the chaplain right away, I
requested an appointment & met him in the prison chapel.

He was lost for words when I described the dream to him although he did
answer. "You may have had a premonition of some kind although what you've
experienced might happen to another aircraft altogether."

"If that's the case, how do I warn them?"

"How do you warn someone of an event that's about to happen when you don't
even know when, more to the point, who's going to believe you?"

His reply had me baffled; knowing that I was helpless in warning them
really screwed me up inside when I asked.

"Is there something which can be done?"

"I tell you what' let me hear your confession & afterwards I will perform a
blessing for a safe journey if that will make you feel better."

I went into the confessional, recited my sins & was told which prayers to
say after which he performed the blessing before I walked to the front of
the altar & knelt down, as I gazed up at the crucifix I could clearly see
that it was weeping. The chaplain said a prayer & splashed droplets of holy
water over me before I knelt at a pew to say the prescribed prayers after
which he directed me to light a candle, as I left the chapel I found that
experience to be very poignant.

Josh found out more about the Lockheed Super Constellation by asking a
warder who knew someone who worked at the airport, what surprised me was
being told that the aircraft's engines had a magnesium alloy crankcase, I
knew from school just how easy it was for magnesium to catch fire & when it
did, it burned with a brilliant white flare like flame, what shocked me &
answered my question was that of an engine fire taking only seconds to
destroy a wing in flight.

Josh was now doing stuff with me & wanked me off a lot, I always shot big
loads of cum out of my hard 6 inches spraying it over my chest which always
surprised Josh, not knowing when I was going gave him the urgency to fuck
me, no one had done this & he would be the one to pop my cherry, the first
time being in the showers.

Josh's cock was at least 7 inches & fat, he took his time entering me
waiting for the pain to subside after which I really enjoyed it, when he
came in me I lost count of his gushes of his cum as my cock sprayed cum
onto the shower wall, afterwards we both spent ages in the showers in the
afterglow of some really great sex.

We had more great sessions together although we had to sneak into a store
room with the ever present risk of being caught, it seemed to give more
excitement to these sessions especially when Josh let me fuck him, no
sooner had I put my cock into him I blasted loads of cum into him & within
seconds the orgasm was so intense he had to put his hand over my mouth to
quieten my screams & how anyone never heard us remains a miracle.

One morning after breakfast I was taken back to my bed to find a suitcase
with a full set of clothes together with sports kit, black nylon speedo
swimming trunks, a wash bag, shoe shine kit, a pair of black heavy duty
lace up shoes, army surplus rain cape, army mess tins, cutlery & an
enameled mug.

I picked up the trunks feeling how silky they were & when held up to the
light you could almost look through them, I've never had so many clothes in
all my life & my previous trunks were a well worn pair of school navy blue
cotton PE shorts, I gazed at all these clothes when the warder said. "Hurry
up sonny, you've got a plane to catch, better get that lot packed & you'll
be wearing your suit."

We were very smartly dressed when Josh & I were checked in for the flight &
escorted out to the aircraft, I couldn't help gazing all over in amazement
at its size wondering how it could get off the ground when suddenly I was
seized by panic when I saw a pool of oil underneath the right hand inboard
engine & smelled the high octane aviation gasoline fumes, I pointed to it
screaming. "There's something wrong with that engine!", as both my escorts
restrained me, they would have to drag me kicking & screaming onto that
plane when suddenly I felt a sharp jab in my thigh, one of them had stuck a
syringe in me & it wasn't long before I passed out.

I woke up in my bed in the hospital wing feeling slightly woozy with Josh
looking over me saying. "You caused one hell of a commotion at the airport
& the governor was going to give you six of the best, it's a good job you
did as the captain came out & looked at the pool of oil before having the
engineers called out, when they checked that engine over they had the plane
grounded & the flight postponed, I've just been told that they will have to
change that engine before we fly."

I felt a lot better when we did board the aircraft for a 9.30am departure
the following day as though a great weight had been lifted from my mind
having stopped the hand of fate in its tracks, we watched intently as each
one of those huge Wright R3350 18 cylinder double banked radial compound
turbo engines started up belching clouds of blue smoke & flames from the
exhausts engulfing the aircraft in a fog before a man with 2 bats marshaled
the aircraft which then taxied to the runway before the engines revved up
with a deafening roar as the aircraft accelerated down the runway with
flames blasting out from the exhausts like blowtorches & took off, the view
was awesome as the aircraft climbed before flying into the clouds & looked
even more awesome when we flew above them, the stewardess served us a snack
before I was summoned to the flight deck by the captain.

As I entered the flight deck, everywhere looked to be a mass of dials &
electrical equipment, there were 2 pilots, a flight engineer & a navigator,
it astounded me that it took 4 people to fly this plane, the captain
introduced himself & said. "Sonny, what you did yesterday saved the
aircraft from a possible disaster & I would like to thank you for doing so,
can I offer you a cigarette?"

"Yes please." I hadn't had one for weeks & as I took the first couple of
puffs I felt the head rush you get when you take a drag, I looked back at
the wing watching the wing flexions & some movement from the engines with
their 16 foot diameter propellers spinning with their yellow tips
describing an arc & thinking, 'Australia, here we come.'

A Qantas Lockheed Super Constellation flying from London to Sydney on the
Kangaroo route took almost 90 hours to complete the flight, calling at
Frankfurt, Rome, Beirut, Calcutta & Singapore with an overnight stay,
Djakarta, Darwin & Sydney.

We took a connecting flight from Sydney to Melbourne's Essendon airport
where we were met & taken to the Turana youth training centre for
processing, I was immediately taken to Gisborne street to have my eye
checked by a surgeon who was satisfied that it was healing nicely & given a
supply of eye drops, this was the last time I saw Josh even though we had
some great sex in a Singapore hotel, we were the best of mates &
practically in love with each other, I never saw him again & it was also
the last time I saw my suitcase full of clothes, I came to my allotted cell
to find my prison uniform with an old shirt, a pair of shorts & worn out
shoes on my bed, horrible thoughts ran through my mind that I had been
cheated, by a stroke of luck I had changed into my speedos instead of
underpants as they badly needed washing & therefore I managed to keep them,
I would not have wished this on my worst enemy, whoever the powers that be
were, this lot were certainly in charge & made sure you knew about it in no
uncertain terms, I spent my first night crying myself to sleep.

The following morning started with an hour in the gymnasium with a very
hard PE session combining circuit & interval training & those instructors
were hard mean bastards, even though we sweated buckets in the gym we were
chased out of the showers almost as soon as you turned the tap on, however
they did give us a good breakfast, I had a lot of questions to ask, a
letter to send home & demanded to see someone in charge, I didn't have to
wait long.

I was escorted to the governor's office & led in, told to stand to
attention & always to answer 'Sir', the governor stood up & inspected me,
took a sniff before bellowing out.

 "This boy smells, take him away & make sure he has a good scrub up before
you bring him back in here again!",

I was smartly marched out & taken to the shower block taking a good long
shower in the presence of both warders one of who was kind enough to pass
me some carbolic soap, flannel & a towel.

I returned to the office to see my file which had followed me out from
England on the desk, after being asked to take a seat, the governor said in
a stern voice. "I understand you have a number of questions to ask which I
will try & answer to the best of my ability," as he picked up the file &
glanced through it before putting it down.

"Firstly I would like to know where my clothes are sir."

"That isn't your concern, in any case if & when you do leave here they will
no longer fit you."

"I have 2 months of my sentence remaining, I'm sure I can wait those 2
months then I can go out to work sir," the governor picked up the file,
opened it & presented the page to me with his finger on a certain line
saying.

"It says here that you are detained during her majesty's pleasure, read it
for yourself, it means that we can keep you here for as long as we like, if
need be for the rest of your life."

"That's wrong, I was given 6 months, what is this?, I want to see a lawyer
& get this sorted out & I want to write a letter home to my mum & dad, this
is not fair!"

"You should have thought of that before you came," pointing to the picture
of the queen on the wall, he said.

 "It's up to her to decide when we can release you."

The enormity of the situation now began to sink in & I burst out crying &
was about to be led away to my cell when I blurted out between sobs. "May I
please have some writing paper & envelopes," he passed me a few saying. "A
letter to your mum will take 2 months to get there & don't seal the
envelope as it has to be censored."

That was the worst news for me, surely you can send a letter by air?, after
all the flight only took 4 days, after crying into my bed for what seemed
like ages, I had to compose myself & write that letter.

A month had passed with each day as monotonous as the next, I had no money
& all the jobs at Turana were taken, one day I saw a recruiting ad in The
Age for RAAF apprentices to learn engineering trades, this was the
military, the air force, I could learn how to fix planes & learn a trade
for life, I wrote out my letter & gave it unsealed for posting which didn't
need a stamp, days later I received a reply with joining instructions for
an interview in the city, this could be my ticket out of here, I requested
another appointment which I was granted promptly.

"I understand you wish to join the air force, why is that your wish?"

"Sir, I can't be a prisoner all my life, I have always wanted to work on
planes, the one I was supposed to come on had something wrong with one of
the engines & it was me who pointed this out to the captain, had it not
been fixed there would have been 100 people lost that day, I want to help
make flying safer, serve the queen & defend the country."

It seemed as though my words had an effect on him as he thought long & hard
before giving me a reply, before he could he sent me out of his office to
make a phone call which seemed to take ages before I was readmitted.

As I sat down, he had changed into a pleasant person altogether with the
way he spoke & said.

"Good news young man, I can release you to attend your interview although
you will be escorted, I have spoken to both the air force & the department,
you will have turned 15 by the time the apprentice engineering intake
starts, it is the air force, they will become your legal guardians &
responsible for you & if you want my advice you need to get fit, I can ask
one of my instructors to help you as you only have until the new year
before the course starts, you certainly have impressed me in that you
really do want to make a go of it."

"Thanks, I shan't let you down."

"We'll see how you get on, good luck with your interview."

After Lunch I now had a room mate who arrived on the Southern Star that
morning, Bernie was a few days younger than me with blonde hair, light blue
eyes, Nordic facial features & a wiry physique, coming from Feltham he was
surprised to see me, we hugged as we greeted each other before he
asked. "How's that eye of yours?"

"It's fine now, they'll be taking the stitches out in about 8 months time,
right now I can see out of it perfectly, how was your voyage?"

"It was fine until we sailed into the Indian Ocean & into a huge storm, the
boat was tossed around like a cork, all the portholes & hatches were shut,
everyone had to stay in their cabins & everyone must have been seasick,
I've never seen so much sick in all my life."

"Listen, there's some funny business going on here & don't tell anyone I
told you, promise!, they've changed all our files to tell them we're
detained at her majesty's pleasure, they've probably lied like fuck to our
parents as to where we are, have you tried writing to them? & got no reply,
they've also nicked our suitcases; all you've got is what you're standing
in."

"They can't do that, it's not right & it isn't fair! if what you're telling
me is true, we've been dumped out here miles away from home."

"Bernie, trust me on this one, they've already done it!" he looked at me &
tears flooded his eyes as he bawled out loudly sobbing out. "Oh god, why!,
why!, bastards every one of them, why can't we go home?" as he cried into
my bed.

"Because the fare costs a fortune, neither of us has any money, a letter
home costs a tanner & takes about 2 months to arrive, cheapest air letter
is 7 pence for an aerogramme from the post office which someone has to go &
get for you & you have to keep your letter to just one page the size of an
exercise book."

"How do you know all this, I bet you've already tried knowing you."

"I've tried to write to my mum from here & would have got a reply long
before now; I tell you they're stopping our letters."

"Bastards, they can't keep us here forever, I reckon they'll put us out
working somewhere."

"Bernie, there is a way out of here, but you really have to want to do it &
that's to join the air force as an apprentice, I reckon if you tell the
governor that you really want to do it, he'll pull a few strings & get you
joined up."

"I'm not so sure, besides I wasn't in the air cadets, I wouldn't know what
to say."

"Look, it's got to be better than slaving away on a farm or some factory or
whatever for sods all, besides the pay's good."

It wasn't long before Bernie was summoned to the office to be told the
rules & when he asked about joining the air force, he was given his letter
to write which was sent off without any questions being asked, he entered
the cell saying. "They've let me write to them & he's phoned them asking to
look out for my letter."

"See, I told you, we'll have an interview, a medical, take aptitude tests &
if we do well, we're in when the New Year comes."

The door flap opened & a voice spoke. "Come on Archer, time to get dressed
into your nice new uniform that's on your bed then pack all your belongings
into your suitcase," Bernie undressed to change into his uniform & when I
sneaked a look at his bottom the sight of those weal's is one which I will
remember for the rest of my days as he now stood in front of me.

"What the fuck happened to you?, whoever did this to you ought to be shot!"

"Long story, I absconded from an approved school & stowed away on a ship at
Liverpool which only went to the Isle of Man, I got a job as a deck chair
attendant which didn't last as I always came in late & got fired, I got by
stealing a few things & selling them on the beach, my luck ran out when I
took a radio from a shop & ran out with the shopkeeper chasing me, I
knocked some old lady over, a copper brought be down with a flying tackle,
took me to the police station & I had to go to court the following morning,
I was taken back to the mainland & handed over but before that I was
sentenced to 9 strokes of the birch, if you thought a caning hurts, that's
a hell of a lot worse & they ripped my bum apart doing it, to add insult to
injury they made me pay for another pair of underpants saying that I soiled
government property because of the blood on them."

"I didn't think they were allowed to do that anymore, they're bastards for
doing so, anyway, what happened when you got back?"

"I was taken straight to Feltham Borstal & sentenced to six of the best,
when the time came & the doctor examined me he had it postponed because my
bum was in a hell of a state & wouldn't be able to withstand a caning, then
this bloke in a suit comes telling me about a place where I could have
oranges for breakfast, ride horses to school, swim in warm seas, get a
proper education, learn a real trade & make loads of money, this sounded
like paradise as we wouldn't have a hope in England especially if you've
been in a Borstal, I wrote home asking if I could go & never got a reply,
they told me my parents died in a car crash, I know that's a lie as dad
hasn't even got a car, I was only told that after the ship sailed."

As Bernie packed his suitcase he left out his wash kit to freshen himself
up & looked in his pocket mirror which came in a khaki pouch, it had 2
holes, was made of highly polished metal & was marked with a broad arrow, I
asked him.

"May I see that?" as I took a close look at it saying. "Do you know what
this is?, it's called a heliograph, you can flash messages in Morse code
with this when the sun's out which can be seen miles away, you make sure
that you keep it."

"Bloody hell, dad let me have it; I thought it was just an ordinary mirror,
besides I don't know Morse code."

"I do, having learned it in the scouts, here, I'll show you how it works."

I demonstrated the mirror thoroughly explaining its operation with him
looking on in total amazement, here was an instrument capable of
communicating with the outside world if only I could set up a receiving
station, on the other side of the coin would be the thorough searches which
would result were flashes to be seen coming from the building.

The interview took place in the city which must have taken all morning; we
had a thorough medical examination by a doctor who looked carefully at
Bernie's slowly healing scars & passed us both fit for service, then came
all the form filling & intelligence testing which was likened to a school
session & having to find clothes for us obviously didn't please the
prison's coffers although it's the price they had to pay for taking our
suitcases away, our escorts had a very mean demeanor all the time &
wouldn't speak to us, their plans called for us to be slaving away
somewhere & hadn't bargained on us taking the Queen's shilling with the air
force being a more powerful organization than most government departments,
it wasn't long before we received our letters confirming our successful
applications together with joining instructions & travel warrants for RAAF
Wagga Wagga in New South Wales.

The instructors did a fine job of training & coaching us although we could
only run around the grounds & it wasn't long before the staff got used to
us, it took some doing to allow us a dispensation to go swimming which was
accompanied by another instructor who worked us hard in the pool, we took
care not to lose this concession & were glad we hadn't, we were ready, or
thought we were at what the RAAF could throw at us, the friendship between
us grew stronger which also forged our doing stuff together making it
really enjoyable, we had now become the best of pals & about to become
brothers in arms,

The one thing we hadn't thought about was the Australian summer with its
fiery hot days pushing the thermometer over 100 degrees Fahrenheit together
with the flies & those damned mosquitoes, even when you're fast asleep that
high pitched buzzing of just one is enough to wake you & make you dive
under the covers, we were both living in fear of a tiny insect every night
which we knew when the buzzing stopped it had landed on your person &
bitten you, yet we had to keep the windows open to let in the night air
which cooled the cell down after a few hours, we were about to start our
careers right in the middle of a hot fiery Australian summer & boy were we
glad when our captors brought us mosquito nets & insect repellent, we were
told later that the air force didn't want us going down with a disease
caused by mosquito bites which we had not yet built up immunity to & their
inoculations would take care of that.

During the month of December we were granted more freedom which was spent
exploring the city, we went window shopping, ate our packed lunches in the
park, our escorts took us to the zoo & we even spent days at St Kilda beach
swimming in the sea which felt like a tropical lagoon compared to England,
it was whilst we were in the sea one day when we must have swam out a long
way when we sighted an unusual seaplane with a rearward facing propeller
behind the wing, it was a Republic RC3 Seabee, this was an aircraft which
neither of us had never seen before which flew low over us & our escort
then told us it was a shark spotter.

We both screamed in fright saying.

"Nobody's told us about sharks!, are you trying to get us both killed or
something?"

"It's not like that, if there's any sharks around that plane will see them
before we will, just you relax."

After that we felt very uneasy in the water & swam back to the beach, there
were still lots of people in the water so we decided to keep near to the
shore before we got out & laid on the beach basking in the sun.

Our instructor who took us swimming arranged for us to train for our Bronze
medallions, what swung it for us was the thought of being a lifeguard later
on; the qualification was a passport to earning some money either as a part
time job or on days off which appealed to us both.

The training was hard & we had to study our handbooks during the evening,
by now we were very strong swimmers capable of swimming long distances
which just a few months ago was beyond our wildest dreams, our thoughts
went back to the guy at Feltham who asked us if we would like to swim in
warm seas & here we were doing just that.

We both sailed through our Bronze medallion tests & celebrated by being
given a small measure of ice cold beer from a bottle which our instructor
bought whilst we sat in a park.

We were spending more evenings watching the television, reading newspapers,
magazines & listening to a radio which had been brought into our cell, our
captors weren't spying on us as much now & with Bernie's bottom healing
nicely from the weals when he was birched we could now have the most
amazing sex together.

Our bonds of love for each other grew stronger by the day & we both knew
each others intimate spots, it was sheer bliss when I finally pushed my
cock inside his boy pussy for the first time much as it was the same for
Bernie, the electricity just flowed between us together with our love for
each other which flowed out of both our cocks with our spunk together with
the most awesome & intense orgasms we've ever experienced in our young
lives even though we've both messed around with other school kids, it was
never as good as what we were now experiencing.

Christmas day saw us enjoying an Australian tradition of Christmas dinner
on St Kilda beach, something totally unheard of back home even though we
ate out of a pair of Australian army mess tins which we bought from
Mitchell's in Russell street, yes we were now being given pocket money & I
also bought a pocket heliograph shaving mirror & practiced sending morse
code.

Boxing Day saw us going to a barbecue with our instructor's family & boy
were we glad of having insect repellent, it seemed like the flies even
tried chasing the food into our mouths; we spent ages recounting both our
past stories with much interest from our hosts who were kind enough to give
us both a glass of ice cold beer to wash our meals down with.

Over the next few days we were given suitcases of clothes, both formal &
working, sports kit, wash & shave kits even though we hadn't started
shaving yet, we tried all our clothes on & everything fitted albeit on the
loose side to allow for our still growing bodies, the days now passed
quickly & we even saw in the new year before finally it came down to our
last night there followed by an early breakfast before being driven to
Spencer street station with a fiver in our wallets which was our release
money & saying our goodbyes as we were seen off on the train to Wagga Wagga
in New South Wales, it was now 'In for a penny, in for a pound,' we watched
the countryside passing by captivated by its beauty & at journey's end we
boarded a military truck parked outside the station together with others
who were also on the train for the 6 mile journey ending our lives as
civilian boys, our careers in the Royal Australian Air Force was about to
begin.





We were allocated into our flights, issued our uniforms, webbing & kit,
allocated our bed spaces with our names displayed above the bed in wooden
huts, given our inoculations & started our basic training which included
going back to school, our uniforms were khaki tropical dress consisting of
a bush shirt, shorts, knee high socks, a forage cap & shoes, every morning
started with PT, at first this was a run as a squad where the PTI's led us
around the camp & they were mean hard bastards followed by showers & a good
breakfast, the food here was very good.

OMG did we hate doing drill, we looked like a load of boy scouts in our
uniforms & the flight sergeant always screamed at anyone doing anything
wrong, I'm sure he could spot a fleck of dust on a boy's uniform at 100
paces & I reckon he was trying to weed out the weaklings, if so he was
doing a damn good job.

A short magazine Lee Enfield service rifle weighs in at around 9 pounds &
we had to learn how to handle it effectively starting with rifle arm
exercises (more commonly known as pokey drill), it amazed us how the
corporal with his tree trunk like arms could throw one around like a toy &
every one of us suffered from aching arms & was cursing like hell.

Then came the weapon training where we learned to strip & clean our rifles,
load & unload using inert rounds, learned all our firing positions,
immediate actions in the event of malfunctions & we had to learn everything
about the rifle off by heart before they tested each & every one of us so
we could fire it live on a 25 yard range with a Morrison tube .22"
conversion at a paper target.

The shoot was done as a competition with everyone putting a shilling in the
hat, to fire the rifle we had to re-cock it each time as it was a single
shot bolt action although you fed the rounds into the magazine, as these
rifles had their sight set for firing full bore on a range, we had to find
our aiming spot on the target for which you fired the first 5 rounds before
you went into the competition proper.

It was now my turn to fire & everyone found it very uncomfortable lying on
your front on a thick horsehair mat which seemed to dig in to any bare skin
which came in contact with, I had fired a very close group with those 5
rounds & knew where to aim, when we finished we had to lay the rifles down
with the bolt drawn back facing down the range whilst we went & collected
our targets, we all sat down on the floor whilst the instructors counted
our scores, finally the results were announced with the sergeant saying.

"Gentlemen, the winners of the competition is a tie between Airman
Wetherall & Airman Georgio, you two get to share the prize money which is
15 bob each, well done you two," this is the first time I had fired
anything & now I had 15 bob in my pocket, then the sergeant announced the
runner up.

"In second place is Airman Archer who gets 5 bob & third is Airman Foyle
who gets his shilling back," both lads walked down to collect their prizes,
this was just a prelude to the main competition when we would fire the
rifles full bore on a target range.

Our training progressed over the weeks with lots of ground school where we
learned safety in wild country, general service knowledge, &c, in between
all this we were cleaning our huts, ablutions, pressing our uniforms,
cleaning our kit, shining our shoes, making our beds, doing our homework &
then there was the rota of cookhouse fatigues where we had to wash up after
the evening meal, fire watch duty which was similar to sentry stag duty
except that you carried a pick helve to defend yourself & a whistle, it
would be a miracle if you found time for sex.

We all had a taste of the gas chamber where you had to enter a chamber full
of riot gas wearing your gas mask & gas cape, shut your eyes, pull off your
gas mask & recite your name & service number before a pair of burly arms
threw you out the door & you hoped to god there was a breeze blowing as any
moisture on your body which came into contact with the gas would be
smarting for ages & a few lads had to flush their eyes out under a running
tap.

We were all much fitter now than at any time in our lives, PT had graduated
to an indoor gymnasium where we were doing gymnastics, rope climbing &
playing team sports, Bernie & myself had to learn about Australian rules
football which is the national game & we went swimming, for a country which
is heavily into sports it surprised us how many lads couldn't even swim
which ended up with the best swimmers pairing up with a lad who couldn't
swim, here the PTI's were very professional at coaching us so we could
teach our partners, I was paired up with a lad called Johann Schweizer
who's family came from Germany, he had light blond hair, the most striking
blue eyes, of the same size & build as myself & he was the fastest runner
in our flight, I taught him with the patience of a saint & within 3
sessions he managed to swim his first 10 yards, after that I concentrated
on improving his stroke technique & he came along in leaps & bounds, not
only did he pass the RAAF swimming test, he was entered for the swimming
gala at the end of our basic training, I did managed to give him a few good
wanks in the cubicle & he returned the service every time, we both had to
make sure that we had a rag in our pockets whenever we went to the pool.



It was during our first free time when we went into town that I called into
the post office & bought an aerogramme air letter & wrote to mum, that
letter did arrive & she was in a shock when it did, my parents were told
that I had absconded from borstal & never been found & if I know my dad, he
kicked up a right stink, so much so that I was summoned before the base
commander & questioned as to what I wanted to do, offered a discharge as of
right & told to think about it, I returned after 2 days to give my answer,
I decided to stay, I was well advanced in basic training & had a good
career ahead of me as an aeronautical engineer, the officers were confident
that I would make the grade with distinction so I was not going to throw
that away, I wrote to mum later that evening explaining my reasons for not
coming home, little did I know that the mountain was coming to Mahomet.

I loved the field exercised out in the bush, at first we were given
demonstrations of pyrotechnics, shown how to erect a hoochie by tying 2 gas
capes together as a low flat basha with a slant to allow rainwater to run
off the shelter, we soon cottoned on to buying green shower curtains for
our hoochies or you could send off to a shop in Sydney for a surplus
Australian army hooded poncho which loads of us did, they truly were a
wonderful piece of kit a lot bigger than a gas cape & ideal for riding a
bicycle in the rain, there were other tricks which we learned which made
our lives on bush camps better such as using a US army water bottle instead
of the felt covered one we were issued with which also came with a mug &
doubled as a cooking utensil, one snag with those mugs was you could burn
your lips if you drank hot liquids from it.

On the morning of our first bush camp, we had to parade for an inspection,
the previous day our instructors were the friendliest blokes on the planet,
they showed us everything, how to erect our hoochies by tying 2 gas capes
together forming a low flat shelter, our field rations & how to cook &
prepare them using hexamine cookers & loads of other tips.

That first evening was like being in the scouts, placing us into small
teams, each one had to perform a skit & then you either had the choice of
telling a joke or a ghost story before we had a game of flag which our
flight won.

That next morning must have been hell on earth, corporals screamed at us
for dirty boots, uniforms not brushed down, dirty mess tins & cutlery which
they threw into the bush & poor unfortunate lads had to retrieve them
followed by a run down a track & back before we were lectured about looking
after ourselves & our kit.

Later bush camps became more tactical with us armed with our rifles & blank
ammunition, it was great fun getting into skirmishes with all the loud
bangs from thunderflashes, our rifles & the Bren gun, all this training had
a purpose as each & every one of us may be called upon to defend our
airfield & protect commonwealth assets quite possibly in time of war.

We also went onto expedition training in mountainous country with 2 man
tents & carrying our kit in rucksacks, the summer started turning to autumn
& with us being up mostly around 2,000 to 3,000 feet, it certainly did get
cold, we all wore green anorak jackets & long trousers giving us the
appearance of either a school or a youth organization, one purpose of these
expeditions was to train us in navigation skills, teach us to respect our
environment & the interests of farmers & land owners.

Money was the one thing we all looked forward to, every week we had our pay
parade where we waited in single file before marching up to the desk
stating your name, rank & number, the pay clerk counted your money out in
front of you & you had to state if the pay was correct, what none of us
expected was that our food & accommodation charges were deducted from our
pay which initially made us feel as though we've been cheated although you
received your full amount during periods of declared field conditions & you
also received your pay slip.

You couldn't spend much of it anyway apart from the base shop, post office
& the tea van which came around mid morning & afternoon & was like a mini
tuck shop inside so I opened a post office savings account & saved up, for
what I as yet didn't know apart from the old saying of a rainy day.

Our basic training of 10 weeks had now come to an end & the highlight of
this is the passing out parade which is also where the prizes are awarded
for the champions with myself winning the champion shot at shooting, this
is a day when boys parents are in attendance to see us all dressed in our
blue uniforms, I saw both of mine & so did Bernie but we both had to hold
our composure despite our emotions being on a hair trigger, we had our end
of course & individual photos taken & with the parade over I hugged both my
parents who had flown out from the UK.

This was the proudest day of my young life & my emotions erupted like a
powder keg which poured out like a tap as I kept on crying, their hands
hugged my well conditioned muscular body & somehow the feel of dad's hands
sent jolts of electricity through me & I sprang a huge boner inside my
uniform, they certainly noticed my having grown a couple of inches, my body
filling out & yet I still had stitches in my eye which both my parents
studied very closely, they were due to come out & the RAAF arranged the
appointment with Gisborne street during my leave, I was now going home, not
to England but their recently bought & paid for house at South Caulfield,
Melbourne in dad's nice new car.



To think that a year ago both my parents were struggling to make ends meet
& somehow a miraculous change of fortune had occurred making me think that
dad had won the pools or something, it was partially like that, he had
created such a stink that they paid for his entire move & he was given 500
quid provided he signed a piece of paper stating that he wouldn't return &
apply for a council house, he also won 300 quid on the pools which was
somehow mysterious as he didn't do the pools leaving us wondering as to who
did buy the ticket?.

Dad's new job was an engineering supervisor at the Martin & King Pty ltd
Volkswagen CKD (knock down kit) factory at Clayton & the car I'm now sat in
the back of is a 1200cc Volkswagen beetle, we talked so much on the drive
down to Melbourne until we pulled up at our weatherboard house in a quiet
street off Gardenvale road, unloaded the car & placed my suitcase onto my
bed.

Like any boy, I explored the house & gardens, it wasn't long before I was
tasked with my boyhood errands of tidying the garden, the walk to the shops
&c &c, I was missing something very important, I needed a bicycle & a
glance through The Age found Bruce Small's advert for his shop in Elizabeth
Street, I took my RAAF ID & post office pass book, boarded the number 64
tram to the city & with assistance from the proprietor selected a Malvern
Star racing bicycle fitted with Derailleur gears & brakes, cashed some of
my savings at the GPO in Collins street which required them to make a phone
call & bought the bike together with a strong lock, chain & lights.

I was in a state of euphoria as I rode along the St Kilda road on a real
thoroughbred racer, I had dreamed of owning one as a boy & dad could never
afford to buy me one, I had paid for this bike pound notes cash from my own
money & parked it in the garage before entering the house with my own key,
tonight I will be sleeping in a nice comfortable bed.

Before that I helped mum prepare & cook our evening meal whilst dad set the
table, mum served the meal whilst dad said grace, lit a candle & said a
thank you prayer for my homecoming.

It was during our meal that I saw a huge battleship grey spider on the wall
which was as big as my hand, dad wanted to kill it but I stopped him, it
was a huntsman spider which is harmless & kids keep them as pets, having
that spider in the house would certainly reduce the number of flies so we
let it take up residence in our house & it repaid our hospitality by eating
flies for lunch.

After I washed up I took a long shower, I had to get my head round the
antiquated Metters bath heater which heated up the water with a lever
either sending it up to the overhead shower or down to the bath, I took a
good long shower & gave my cock which had grown to 6.5 inches a good wank,
it didn't take long before those lovely feelings built up especially with
the water playing on the tip of my cock when I shot out several squirts of
spunk hitting the far wall, I must have had about a weeks worth stored
inside my balls, once I finished I cleaned the bath & the spunk off the far
wall, dried myself up before sitting in the living room with a cup of tea
which I didn't finish as I fell asleep in the chair.

Mum got me up & I went straight to bed, it was so comfortable & I was so
tired I fell asleep straight away.

The following morning I was up at 6am, I had become used to waking up at
this early hour, both my parents were still fast asleep & dad wouldn't be
up for another hour, I took a shit & a piss, donned my sports kit, took my
key & left the house, it was a few yards downhill into Gardenvale road,
seeing the Brighton cemetery wall to my right, I turned left for my run
following the road, crossing the Nepean highway into Martin street
following it till I arrived at the beach, turned right until I arrived at
Elwood beach which is a sandy beach with golden sands, even though it was a
very nice early autumn morning, I gazed at my surroundings glad that our
house is just a short distance from the seaside & went for a swim in the
sea.

I ran back to the house & took a shower before cooking our breakfasts, dad
wanted to know where I've been & I explained to him as I was now in the
military I now had to keep myself fit having been out for a run & a swim in
the sea.

With the train station ideally placed I took the train to Flinders street,
it was a Saturday morning & I soon arrived at Elizabeth street, this street
has all the motorcycle shops in the same street which on a Saturday morning
looks like Douglas sea front during TT week on the Isle of Man, I have
never seen so many motorcycles in my life & gazed in awe at them, obviously
there was a police presence to make sure they behaved themselves, I went
exploring the city before returning on the train stopping off at the milk
bar on the corner in Kooyong road, ordering a chocolate malt thick shake,
buying a loaf of bread, butter & a jar of IXL marmalade.

After lunch I went for a ride on my bike meeting up with a group of
youngsters at the nearby Princes park on Hawthorn road, all their bikes
were absolute wrecks, none were fitted with brakes & being the only new
bike amongst this group certainly got me some jealous glances & questions
as to where the money came from to buy it, I told them it came out of my
air force pay & it seemed as though their whole mood changed, their first
questions was.

"Have you been up in a plane?", what's it like to fly?" & loads of other
questions.

They loved it when I re-counted my experiences of the flight in the
Lockheed Super Constellation, the sight of all their bicycles gave me an
idea which I gleaned from Patrick, a blond haired 14 year old in the group
who had built his bike which was scavenged as a wreck from the dump.

An old crate of a bicycle certainly would be ideal at Wagga Wagga, to start
with it's unlikely to be stolen & my racer would be safely stored in the
back room which is built as an extension to the house until whenever I came
home on leave, both Patrick & I checked out the dump, sneaked in through
the fence & picked one, this kid certainly had a keen eye for finding good
bicycle parts & with the tools he carried in an old oil stained haversack,
he set to work constructing one from the parts scattered all around him,
the finished bike was fitted with cable operated brakes at my insistence
for safety, a Sturmey Archer 3 speed hub, a Middlemore leather saddle & cow
horn type handlebars, I had to throw the bike over the fence, wheel both
bikes home & went for a ride with Patrick on my newly constructed wreck of
a bike calling in at a milk bar to buy him a coke & give him 10 bob for his
trouble.

This poor lad seemed as though he was always broke & giving him the money
certainly cemented a really good friendship with him in more ways than one,
as it got dark he took me to a secluded corner of a nearby park, parked our
bikes & surprised me when he embraced me with his 5 foot 6inch frame,
humped his shorts encased rock hard cock into mine pleading with me
with. "Please do me."

I became speechless at this lad who triggered primal lust in me, I held his
cock through the cotton material of his old navy blue school cotton PE
shorts identical to the pair in my air force kit & no doubt bought from
Mitchell's in Russell street, it felt really fat with a bulbous head &
there was a wet patch where some fluids obviously leaked out of his cock, I
guessed its length somewhere around 8 inches & said to him.

"You've got a really big one tucked in there."

"I'm proud of it, every day whenever I wank it off it feels so good &
squirts heaps."

He partially dropped his shorts & underwear which was heavily stained with
urine & the juices which flowed out from his cock whenever he becomes
sexually excited & gets a hard on, I wanked it for a few strokes then put
it inside my mouth giving it both a good sucking & tongue lashing whilst
massaging his nipples exactly how Josh taught me in England.

Patrick went into sensual overdrive at my ministrations bucking & heaving
as his 14 year old cock jerked heavily & spewed out his love juices
sometimes with a thin squirt into my mouth, he didn't take long at all when
he blasted out a huge load of spunk bigger than any which I've seen from
the lads at the air base with him screaming his head off.

He went into a huge lengthy afterglow whereby we both had to sit down on a
bench where he snuggled up to me almost like a sleeping lover in a total
state of relaxation, his cock still kept jerking for a long time afterwards
leaking out whatever spunk still remained inside his balls until it finally
went soft.

As he became more awaked from his partial slumber, he lit up a cigarette &
smoked it whilst talking, he now had a peaceful smiling expression on his
face when he planted a huge kiss on me saying.

"That was awesome mate, no one's ever done me like you & I will want it
again."

"The next time I do, I am going to show you a really good time, how about
it sport?"

"That'll be a real beauty mate, fancy a ride to Elwood."

We arrived at the deserted beach in the dark, the sea was still warm for
the time of year & I locked both bikes up with the lock & chain, Patrick
pointed to a platform about 200 yards from the shore saying.

"Let's swim out to that."

"I don't have my swimming trunks."

"Neither do I, it's a real beauty to swim in the nude."

"We call that skinnydipping back home; it's just that I've never done it
before."

"Come on sport, you'll really like it," we both took off our clothes & left
them on the beach, waded into the water & swam out to the platform, climbed
onto it & sat down admiring all the lights around us & looking at the city
skyline, it was a lovely night with a warm breeze blowing from the land, we
laid down on the wooden surface gradually drying off before we both ended
up in a lovers embrace with rock hard cocks, Patrick knelt on all fours
presenting me with his boy pussy hole saying. "I really want you to give me
a thoroughly good rooting," I quickly guessed what he meant as Australians
use different words for the same meaning, something which I was gradually
getting accustomed to.

We didn't have anything to lube with which didn't really pose a problem as
lust towards this boy seized hold of me as I gave my rock hard cock a few
good strokes with my hand before my love juices leaked out, I pushed it up
to his boy pussy & it went straight in, I started to pound him slowly
whilst I held his hips which didn't satisfy him at all, with lust running
riot through him, his voice speaking with grunts I pounded into him hell
for leather which is how he likes it.

Within minutes his spunk flew out of his cock without ever touching it, his
boy pussy clenching onto my cock tipped me over the edge with those
feelings building up so fast as gush after gush of spunk flooded deep
inside him with feelings so powerful I screamed my head off & swore we
could have been heard from anyone on the beach, we laid there with my cock
still jerking inside him remaining as hard as a rod of iron, when it
finally deflated, spunk ran out from his hole as we locked into another
lovers embrace with Patrick peacefully half asleep on top of me.

When he did arouse from his partial dream like slumber his next request was
for a sleepover, my bed was only a single sized bed & I would have to ask
my parents as they haven't even met him yet, we rode to my house, put our
bikes in the garage, went in & introduced Patrick, with him having built my
bike to take to the air base, all the sex we've had plus skinnydipping in
the sea, I didn't have his address & got a surprise when he told us, he was
the boy next door.

He went into his house & returned with a tin of Milo for our nightcaps
before we finally retired into my bed in another lovers embrace & quickly
fell fast asleep.

It was a beautiful Sunday morning when we both woke up from our dream like
state with our usual rock hard cocks, Patrick's head was leant into my
shoulder with his breath playing onto my bare chest, we talked quietly for
ages before we both got out of bed, this was the first Sunday lie in I had
in over 6 months & I treasured every moment until we both showered, dressed
& I helped mum cook breakfast.

Patrick was the first person to enter our living room to take his place at
our table when an unearthly scream erupted from him with a frightened look
on his face, he encountered our huntsman spider in the room which
frightened the life out of him, he was scared of spiders & was about to
stamp on it when I suddenly shouted in a loud voice. "Patrick!, leave that
spider alone, it's a huntsman & it won't harm you."

As we ate our breakfasts his gaze fixed on the spider throughout his meal
without ever taking his eyes off, during later visits he became used to its
presence in the room & eventually his parents thanked him for not killing
it.

We went out for a good long ride on the bikes with Patrick giving me a
guided tour of the area, but had to be home in time for Sunday dinner, with
the invite from Patrick's parents we pooled our resources into the meal
which we ate slowly, I helped with the washing & drying up before we sat
down in their living room to listen to the radio, television was in its
infancy in Australia having only just been introduced.

That evening we drove to a drive in movie in both our cars to watch 'The
dam busters'.

The following day Patrick had to return to school whilst I took the tram
into the city to shop at Mitchell's, I wanted some camping kit for our
sleepovers either in the back garden or out in the bush, I bought another
Australian army hooded poncho as my first one was still at the air base, a
mosquito net, a MK V groundsheet, German flat pocket torch, a bedroll,
enameled mug, solid fuel Tommy cooker & a rucksack, all Patrick would
require is a bedroll, plate, mug & cutlery, when I returned home I showed
him my kit & the thought of a sleepover under canvas thrilled him to bits,
I had already camped out in the field with the air force during training, I
would have to take some of the kit back with me for more exercises out in
the field even though I would be returning to start my trade training.

The following morning I went to my appointment in Gisborne Street to have
the stitches taken out of my eye, after breakfast I took the tram to the
city right to the northern end of Swanston Street, from there it was a
short walk to the eye hospital, I presented my RAAF I.D to the receptionist
who checked the appointments book & beckoned me to a seat.

Fear & uncertainty gripped me as I sat in the waiting room, it seemed as
though time had almost slowed to a stop, thoughts of someone poking things
into my eye horrified me to the point of running out of the room, I had
come this far & this was one demon I would have to face & square up to if
need be, I was never a person who backed down from a fight & drew on this
inner strength as my name was called & a nurse escorted me into surgery.

I laid on the operating table having a wonderful conversation with the
surgeon dressed in an operating gown with only my underwear on underneath,
we talked about my flight over & lots about the air force & planes in
general when I suddenly felt a sharp prick on my hand followed by passing
out.

That jab probably only lasted a couple of minutes or so as my eye felt
totally numb as it constantly looked up at the bright light, whatever the
surgeon was doing I certainly couldn't feel it, I just laid there perfectly
still at peace with myself in the knowledge that I was in excellent hands &
the demons weren't even there in the first place, within a matter of
minutes it was all over, I felt as though I had won the day even though I
had a numb eye which felt like I had been clouted with a boxing glove, I
was given a very nice cup of tea made with condensed milk with Tim tams
biscuits, 'OMG I love those biscuits to bits,' afterwards I was given an
eye patch to wear, some eye drops with prescriptions for more, It was at
this point when I realized that dad hadn't yet registered with a family
doctor resulting in my treatment notes & prescription being sent to the
medical centre at RAAF Wagga Wagga.

I must have been in some sort of a daze on the tram ride back home; it
always seemed to jolt whenever it moved off & whenever it slowed down using
its brakes a cloud of dust always blew inside the tram & there was this god
awful clattering racket whenever its compressor which operated the air
brakes ran, I emptied our outside mail box which had a letter for me,
entered an empty house with my key, made a cup of tea with a slice of cake,
laid on top of my bed with the radio on & slept.

All too soon my week's leave was over, I would be returning with my
bicycle, freshly laundered uniform &c, I took the train from Spencer Street
cashing in my warrant for the train ticket, on arrival my bike & rucksack
was taken aboard the military truck before I clambered in, I felt really
good having a bike here as it gave me more mobility, having the Malvern
star here would probably see it being stolen, most likely from the nearby
town, at least my bike looked like a wreck with its missing mudguards,
patina &c &c, it was what I really wanted, we called these track bikes back
in the UK, loads of kids rode them & I had very fond memories of those
times on my Raleigh, it was a different bike parked in the bike racks, a
Ricardo, picked & reconstructed by Patrick, it gave a really good ride &
has already been off road albeit only in the local parks back home, during
my week's home leave I was still a boy in a boy's world, Patrick was the
catalyst for my being there, we had done so many things which boys do, here
I was a boy in a man's world, we all were, trade training would be likened
to going to school & college where we would have to knuckle down & study,
the air force is the military, we would also be doing regular PT & sports
sessions as well as continuing with our military training, as they say,
'You're a soldier first & a technician afterwards.'

It seemed as though those PTI's really meant business when our first days
PT session was a run around the airfield which truly was a serious
distance, the cross country course at my old school was nowhere as far as
this & running on an airfield just seems to drag on & on even though we was
told it was only 3 miles, I crossed the line in 5th position to watch all
the tail end charlies cop a beasting from those ruthless PTI's, a PTI
corporal came up to me with a concerned voice asking to check my eye out &
whether or not I was in distress with it heaving a huge sigh of relief when
he had a look & I told him I was OK.

Our first parade on the parade ground saw us hearing about those few who
had dropped out, I had a good friend with Matt helping him along & now he
was gone like the rest of them when the base warrant officer bellowed out.

"Gentlemen, those who have left us are all losers; I don't want to see any
more of you ending up like them because if you do, you will go through life
a loser, probably ending up as a homeless bludger, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!"

That guy's thunder shook all of us to the core reiterating a possible
eventual outcome of failures of which there will be more to come even right
at the final stage of trade training, failures normally were sent for
training as airfield defence guards & if they weren't fit enough, it was
the end of the road with an ignominious return to civilian life which in
some respects seemed cruel, there were the guys who smoked at every
opportunity they could grab, those who drank & always seemed to get away
with it & on the other side of the coin are those who would gain a pound in
weight simply by eating a hamburger, it was at that parade that morning I
was told to report to the medical centre at 4.30 pm.

The first phase of trade training covered the use of hand tools & a series
of bench fitting exercises which entailed sawing with a hacksaw, filing,
cutting with tin snips; chiseling, drilling & tapping threads, learning to
read engineering drawings, technical drawing, learning to use precision
measuring instruments & making pieces accurately to drawings by hand which
entailed inspection with precision measuring instruments, our dress during
these practical sessions required us to wear overalls & steel toe capped
safety boots, PT was daily in the mornings as during trade training most of
our time was spent working, billet & kit inspections were now weekly,
lights out was 10pm.

One of our instructors during this phase was a civilian whose close to
retiring age, he was a laugh a minute with his jokes which kept us all in
good spirits, this was likened to metalwork classes at school where we also
made some items which were required out in the field from drawings, he
supplied us with the materials for our 3 piece basha/hoochie poles made out
of broom handles with steel tubing sleeves which had a slot in them for the
stop screw & wire tent pegs from one quarter inch steel rod 6 inches in
length, both items we had to pay for, our corporal bought loads of rolls of
jute twine for our bashas which again we had to pay for, all these items
enabled us to be more comfortable out in the field, it was at the end of
the day's classes that I reported to the medical centre.

I arrived in good time for my appointment which was mainly to have my eye
checked & an eyesight test, the doctor was happy with the results, gave me
my prescription eye drops, an eye patch to wear whilst sleeping & a pair of
clear flat lens glasses to wear for eye protection, as I walked into the
cookhouse for a late pre-booked evening meal the lads on my flight all
started giggling saying things like. "Look whose got glasses," or "Four
eyes," Goggle eyes," &c &c, of course the jokes soon wore thin as everyone
certainly knew about my eye operation & the story behind it.

I ate a light meal knowing that it would have barely one hour to go down
before Australian rules football training on the sports oval, I had been
picked by the PTI's & the purpose of this section is to select the team,
the coaching was done by the sergeant in charge of all the PTI's & his
demeanor was a lot more professional & instilled into us excellent team
spirits, we really had a good session as he coached us through the rules,
tactics, player positions &c &c of the game, during short breaks he showed
us photos of players in action thoroughly explaining each one, at the end
of the session every one of us was given a little booklet by Viscount
cigarettes which had the laws of the game to study, my first day back was
certainly a very interesting exciting day, now it was back to the grind of
boot polishing & ironing our kit for the morning, followed by a visit to
the NAAFI canteen.

It was in there that I overheard a conversation between 2 corporals about
an old man in India who cut keys from a roadside stall in Bombay, this
person had the uncanny knack of looking at a key, he would then set to work
using nothing more than a set of warding files & cut the key correctly,
every time.

The air base certainly wasn't a place to be having sex with another airman,
although there were whispers of it going on, those caught faced jail & an
ignominious dishonorable discharge, the bicycle enabled myself to ride some
distance off camp & meet up with Bernie or another partner, the key was
about to change all that, during one of my duties I became entrusted with a
bunch of keys which is always kept in the guardroom, I knew which key
fitted the store rooms & one day I compared the cuts on my house key to the
store room key as a guide, I traced out the profile of the key & during
workshop time I actually managed to cut a key from a blank obtained from a
hardware store, cross referencing the different cuts on my house key using
the school's warding files, later that night I tried the key in a store
room's lock & it opened it straight away, my mind was in euphoric bliss,
everything felt good around me, I had solved a problem which had to remain
a closely guarded secret, I had become the key maker.

I had also solved another problem, that of carrying a friend on my bike, I
saw a kid standing on a pair of right angled brackets bolted to the rear
wheel nuts, I explained what I wanted to one of the engineering instructors
over a NAAFI break, a week later he had them already made for me, he had
turned up a pair of steel threaded spigoted collars, turned up some heavy
gauge steel tubing, bronze welded them in place, machined a knurl which
acted as a grip for the soles of my passenger's feet & drilled holes in
them for a tommy bar which is required to screw or unscrew them which he
also supplied, stamped L & R onto each one & lightened my wallet by 2 quid.

I undone the gear cable, removed each nut one at a time & fitted the foot
peg tubes in their place, he had stamped which tube goes on which side of
the wheel owing to the Sturmey Archer wheel nut having a left hand thread,
it did mean leaving the toggle chain disconnected with the bike stuck in
third gear, I took Bernie for a ride around the camp with him stood on the
foot pegs holding onto my sides & were thoroughly enjoying ourselves when a
voice suddenly bellowed out.

"You two, get off that bike right now!" it was the base security police,
they took both our names & our flight details, told him to walk & luckily
we heard no more about it.

Using the key I made Bernie & I sneaked into a store room, once we were in
I checked to see if the key would lock the door from the inside before
closing it which it did before locking the door from the inside as I knew
the base security police do check all the door handles, we daren't switch
any lights on & stripped off naked hugging, kissing & making the most
passionate love to each other grinding our hard cocks into each other
before I lubed him up, stretched his pussy hole with my fingers & slowly
pushed my cock inside him, we hadn't done this for a while & my cock was
now resting in a very tight pussy hole which felt awesome, it was jerking
powerfully inside him when I pounded slowly into him, I was so worked up I
shot a huge load of spunk inside my friend within a couple of minutes with
such a hugely powerful orgasm I had to clench my teeth hard so as not to
scream.

Bernie too repeated the same with me & he too didn't last long at all as he
unloaded his spunk inside me & almost screamed with his orgasm, we cleaned
ourselves off with a rag which I bought with me by torchlight with my hand
held over the beam head cutting out most of the light before putting our
clothes back on, I checked that there was nothing left on the floor, slowly
unlocked the door, made our exits & locked the door.

We were both on euphoric highs as we walked back to our billet knowing that
what we've done was very sneaky, highly exhilarating & remained our secret
right throughout our training, once in our billet we had to dump each
others spunk down the toilet.

We found a really good swimming spot on the Murrumbidgee River, it has a
large sandy beach & there were rocks about 600 yards upstream of the beach,
Wagga beach is a beautiful swimming hole which becomes crowded in the
summer & there's even people there late at night which rules out
skinnydipping at that spot, there are other places we could go if only we
didn't have to be back before lights out.

The City baths is an Olympic sized outdoor swimming pool with diving boards
up to 10 metres & is where we go most of the time, either for PT or on our
sports afternoon, Bernie & I have been picked for the swimming team & are
being trained there during some mornings, we're taken there & brought back
in an RAAF bus, as apprentices we can get in with a pass, children normally
pay sixpence for admission & adults two bob, everyone's swimming trunks
have deep sides to them which is the normal style, even for Speedos which
are now coming onto the market & a lot of lads at the base now wear them,
they're even saying that they're like the Model T Ford car, you can wear
any colour as long as it's black, the real beauty of these lightweight
nylon swimsuits is that they are very quick drying, they also feel very
sexy on the body making the sight of erect cocks in swimsuits very common,
some of us have even worn them instead of our underwear especially during
PT sessions.

Our coach PTI didn't waste any time in entering us for our first
competition, it seemed as though our bronze medallions which were presented
to us on parade in some respects made us out to be better than we really
were, Bernie was entered in the 50 metres breast stroke & won two of his
heats making it to the semi finals, I was entered for the 100 metres, 200
metres, 400 metres & the one mile freestyle races, I came second in the
100, fifth in the 400, won both the 200 & the mile, that race consisted
mainly of final year apprentices with every one of them packing a physique
like Charles Atlas & they were all aged 18, here was I, a 15 year old first
year of a lighter build than them thinking I was unfairly entered &
upsetting the apple cart, it was indeed a very hard race, there was all
this noise as though the sky was about to cave in on the last two lengths,
it was everyone cheering, they were cheering for me, I was so whacked out I
blacked out as I tried to exit the pool, the next face I saw above me was a
doctor & all he said was. "He'll be right," winning that race saw my
photograph taken holding the trophy & mentioned in the sports pages of the
local paper.

Coach was certainly worried enough that he had me checked out at the
medical centre, the doctor ran all sorts of tests on me in the presence of
the coach culminating with performing rapid step ups for ages & listening
to my heartbeat only to find nothing, finally it came down to a fast one
mile run on the track with myself putting everything into the last lap,
towards the end my pace was faltering as I began to expire from the effort
& as soon as I crossed the line the doctor listened with his stethoscope, I
was having to gulp down breaths & my heart was beating like a machine gun,
still he found nothing wrong with me, there was no more tests he could run,
all he could say to assure me was that I was one really fit youngster.

It was in the shower when coach said. "There is one more test I would like
to perform," I was right in the middle of taking a long shower & asked
him. "Can it wait?".

He was now naked & joined me in the shower; I was in seventh heaven
enjoying the cascade of water when he suddenly took hold of my cock which
got rock hard immediately as he said.

"It's this & your functions which need testing, it's a very nice one for a
first year," he stroked my cock & those feelings quickly built up as I
said. "I'm about to shoot," when he suddenly took it in his mouth & sucked
like there's no tomorrow, when I came, it was so intense, those feelings
had me thrashing around all over the shower, I was literally seeing stars,
I couldn't feel each & every contraction as my spunk flooded into his
mouth, as soon as I was spent he kissed me pushing his spunk coated tongue
into my mouth & for the first time ever I got a taste of my own spunk
thinking I was going to taste something horrible, I found it to be nice
when he then said to me.

"You check out really fine plus it has to remain our secret."

We walked to his car, an old American 1936 Ford Mercury coupe which is
powered by a V8 221 cubic inch flathead engine sporting Edelbrock cylinder
heads, this really was a seriously looking bad ass of a car & yet the
comfort of this vehicle was unbelievable, he took me for a two hour drive
in it, that huge engine really had a serious amount of grunt as the car
accelerated & the headlights lit the road ahead with a brilliant light, I
really felt safe in this car even though it was 20 years old, if had the
very nice aroma of leather upholstery & fine polish, the car's interior was
spotless & the radio worked, I searched through the dial trying out all the
radio stations & we finally arrived at a roadhouse right out in the country
with a lot of trucks parked outside & went inside for a coffee plus a meal
of steak, egg & chips to replace the one I missed out on at the cookhouse
which he kindly paid for.

We arrived back at camp just before lights out, the lads in my billet
certainly weren't happy with my absence what with having to iron my kit &
polish my shoes, I had to think on my feet fast & said.

"Coach took me to a specialist for some more tests which they couldn't do
here, I'm sorry, I should have told someone."

"That's OK, it's why we're a team & you're playing footy this Saturday.

I thought OMG, it's the Easter weekend, we're all going on leave on
Thursday at lunchtime, oh shit, that means remaining behind on the base for
2 more days of the holiday when I saw the wry smile on the room senior's
face as he said whilst pointing at me. "Ha ha ha, had you!"

The sense of relief which came over me was overpowering to say the least, I
was going home to my family, to my beloved Patrick, my Malvern star racer,
to a boy's world with an old beat up Ricardo bicycle fitted with passenger
foot peg tubes which certainly will make me popular with the youngsters
back home as I give each & every one of them a cabby on my bike, inside my
rucksack is the trophy I won at swimming, when my parents see that they
will be proud.

Bernie & I sat on the platform waiting for our train for the first leg to
Melbourne, the railways in New South Wales operated on Standard gauge
whilst the railways in Victoria operated on a wide gauge necessitating a
change of trains owing to the differing gauges in both states at Albury,
the first train stopped & we both burst out laughing when we saw the
nameplate on the Victorian railways diesel-electric locomotive which was
taking us to Melbourne, it was B60, Harold W Clapp.

We were checked in taking our seats for the ride to Melbourne placing the
bike into the guard's compartment, the bike has now become a regular
traveling companion, after our arrival at Spencer Street, we walked to
Flinders Street station for the suburban train (more commonly known as red
rattlers) to Gardenvale station as Bernie was spending the night with our
family.

We were both tired after our journey & still aching from all the sports &
PT sessions of the week, the immediate things were to load the washing
machine, cook a late light meal with a nightcap, snuggle up to each other
in my bed & just went out like a pair of lights.

We both woke up early the following morning as we were now used to early
rising in the air force, we just laid there talking until we got fed up of
the bed, showered & cooked breakfasts before waking dad up, I hung my
washing out on the external rotary drying frame in the back garden & loaded
Bernie's clothes in the washing machine, the doorbell rang with Patrick at
the door, as soon as he entered he gave me such a huge hug & planted loads
of kisses before grinding his hardening cock into mine.

Bernie liked our house which certainly was bigger than the old Victorian
council two up two down slum he lived at in the UK, to him our house was
like a palace & it was in a nice quiet street with a few eucalyptus trees
lining the street along grass borders, we had a large lemon tree growing in
our back garden which had Bernie gazing at it in amazement, it was the
first lemon tree he's seen & he's just eaten some of mum's home made lemon
marmalade on his toast.

His father came to collect him, his washing would be collected later, our
chance meetings, firstly at Feltham & later at Turana became the catalyst
for bonding our families together & both working for the same employer in
good jobs.

Both my parents gazed in awe at both the trophy & the bronze medallion,
pride welled up in both of them knowing that this wouldn't have happened
had we remained in the UK, all this had started with just a simple ride in
a car, now the sight of a blue hammerite paint finished box in the garage
sowed the seeds of an instrument of making small amounts of money, the
label on it read 'Bollhoff helicoil fur Volkswagen' dad had borrowed it
from his employers after signing a pass out, a teenage apprentice car
mechanic knocked on the door with a cylinder head from his Volkswagen
beetle, I watched him drill out the remaining damaged threads, re-tapped a
new thread & using a special pre-winder tool fitted the insert thus
repairing the head, the job only took a matter of minutes & he gave dad
three quid, I learned a new phrase today, it was back yarder, it's the
practice of a home mechanic repairing other peoples cars.

It was only a short walk to his house, dad asked me to go with him & watch
saying that I might learn something, although still a teenager, he
competently re-fitted the cylinder head to his car showing & explaining to
me in loving detail at every stage, I learned about push rods, valves,
gaskets, carburettor &c &c, all words I would come to know later on.

When he finished, he thoroughly washed his hands, jumped into the car,
turned the key & the engine started straight away ticking over with it's
characteristic dub dub note, he looked upon it as a funny looking German
car, his parents bought it for him at a bargain price from a nearby used
car yard known as 'Jack the bomb' a bomb being an Australian slang name for
an old decrepit car, despite its high mileage the car proved very reliable
& was liked by his girlfriend, being a teenager he was still of the age
whereby he was undergoing the transition from sex with boys to sex with
girls, he wanted the best of both worlds & now he wanted me!.

We both ended up on his bed naked, he wanted me to do him in a certain way
which was to kneel down facing his head & lower my young boy pussy onto his
cock which was the same size as mine after he lubed up & opened out my hole
with his fingers, his cock just slid right in & started jerking inside my
hole immediately, mine started leaking out a watery white liquid onto his
chest, as instructed I rode up & down on his cock whilst massaging my
nipples with the palms of my hands, it was the first time I've had sex by
this method & I really enjoyed it.

As I rode his teenage pole, there was a highly intense pleasurable feeling
in both my cock & balls, my nipples had become both erect & sensitive to my
ministrations, this really was an education for me having this lovely
experience passed onto me by an older teenager when suddenly his cock just
grew in size & I felt several warm gushes of his spunk flood deep inside
me, it felt so awesome with my pussy hole clenching onto his cock as jet
after jet of spunk shot out several feet from my cock with such intense
feelings I began writing & screaming my head off when suddenly the door
opened & a boy looked in with a look of surprise, it was his 14 year old
younger brother.

I expected all hell to break loose, I was in the air force, if this got out
I was facing a dishonourable discharge & a return to Turana whilst they
decided what to do with me, fear racked through my brain, I had been caught
on the job; it was such a huge relief when he came up & said.

"I like what I saw, my brother's always doing it; will you please do me,
please, please?"

This young teen was begging & pleading loudly with me to have sex with him,
I had only just shot a huge load of spunk & my balls were spent even though
my cock was still jerking & the remnants of my spunk still kept on leaking
out, I wanted to finish this quickly, took his cock out & slowly started
stroking it with my hand whilst I watched it grow into a monster sized cock
for a 14 year old.

I continued stroking his cock which must be at least 8 inches if not more
with a shaft as big as a golf ball & a huge ball shaped head with a long
slit, it just kept on leaking loads of watery white fluids sometimes
spraying a long thin jet several feet, I took it in my mouth sucking for
all I was worth & massaging his small nipples with my thumbs, OMG when he
came, I gagged on his huge load of watery spunk as there was so much of it,
I must have counted at least 15 huge squirts blasting out from his cock &
he was screaming & thrashing around on the bed pleading with me to stop,
his screams were so loud I thought he would bring the house down.

I cleaned him off whilst he laid there in a huge afterglow when he suddenly
fell asleep, the peaceful looking smile on his boyish face said it all, his
brother looked at me & quietly said.

"Thanks mate for satisfying him, it's the best he's had in a long time &
you doing him has given me a break, catch you later."

I came away from there wondering why a boy would have such an insatiable
lust for sex that he has to plead & beg for it, perhaps it is one of life's
mysteries, maybe whatever entities control our lives put people like this
into the world, it is temptation beyond belief, I could only wonder what
the rest of his life is going to be like?, I would later learn the word
which describes the boy's insatiable sexual desires, he was a 'satyr
maniac' & I would be seeing a lot more of him.

One morning I sat at the living room table doing my homework assignments
when the doorbell rang, I opened it hoping for young Patrick to be at the
door, OMG it was the 14 year old satyr maniac lad, that boy seriously needs
help & he was begging & pleading for more sex, I thought 'Right, I'm going
to give your ass such a pounding with my cock' which was now fully hard
inside my underwear, I placed a large towel over my bed, stroked & sucked
on his huge cock, lubed & opened out his hole & pushed my cock right the
way to my balls pounding into him like a possessed rapist,

I thought to myself. 'Who the hell can satisfy this kid?, he was loving
every minute of it as he cooed & grunted though the fierce pounding I gave
him, his cock just kept on spewing out white watery juices onto the towel &
spraying thin jets out, it amazed me to think just how much was coming out
of him & all the time he was in a state of euphoria when his cock started
blasting out his spunk, each blast was huge & a long time between each one,
his boy pussy hole kept on clenching onto my cock which now blasted a load
of spunk deep inside him with a torturous orgasm making me almost scream my
head off when the doorbell rang.

Oh shit, I pulled my jeans up & answered the door, thank god it was Bernie,
I said to him quietly.

"Get your cock nice & hard then go into my bedroom, stick yours up that
kid's arse & fuck the living daylights out of him, I'll tell you about him
later."

"Bernie looked puzzled but our friendship was of one of the strongest bonds
known to mankind, we trusted each other totally & he went in & pounded his
cock violently into the kid, more liquids spewed out from his cock
heralding another fusillade of spunk blasting everywhere from his cock
triggering Bernie to unload more spunk deep inside him.

That kid was in such a huge afterglow he fell asleep on my bed with his
juices wetting his clothes, now was the time to sneak next door to Patrick,
this was a huge favour I wanted from him & asked him.

"Pat, I really need a huge favour, can you come to the door in 5 minutes
wearing your dad's mackintosh & trilby hat, stand as close to the glass
front & press the doorbell like hell. I'll explain later."

The doorbell was ringing like crazy, the mackintosh & hat gave Pat a good
silhouette of a man, I rushed into my room frantically shook the youngster
to wake him & bellowed. "For god's sake get your clothes on & hurry up out
through the back door, Dad's just come home & he'll go mad if he sees you
here!"

The lad frantically got dressed, he quickly looked at the silhouette
through the glass & quickly made his way to the back door, I bellowed
out. "You'll have to go over the gardens as he rapidly ran across my back
garden, Pat now stood beside me & pulled a trick I wasn't expecting, he ran
across the garden shaking his fist at the lad bellowing out in a beautiful
rendition of an old man's voice. "Just you wait till I get my hands on
you."

We went back inside laughing our heads off, I recounted the story of the
lad joking about sending him packing with shit loads of spunk leaking into
his underwear on his way home, I would of course spin a yarn should any
neighbour ask about the lad seen shinning over their garden fences, that
could be dealt with later.

I took out a cold bottle of cloudy ginger beer from the fridge & poured a
glass for each of us happy that the kid was now gone, I closed my homework,
locked the front door, took the bikes from the garage, sent Pat for his &
we went out for a nice bike ride together.

Our first port of call was Princes park, there were a lot of youngsters
there some of which Pat knew, I gave them each a cabby on my bike with them
standing on my back footpegs holding onto my waist, this certainly was a
lot of fun & a new experience for these lads with every one of them
giggling on the ride, I became the most popular person in the park that day
with every one of them badgering me for a second ride as well as asking
where I got the footpegs from, I had something very much in demand although
it wasn't an over the counter accessory, I would have to ask the instructor
about having some more made which entailed one pair for geared hub bikes &
another for single speed bikes, at this stage all I could do is take their
names & the type of bikes they rode.

After our ride we had lunch & took the tram into the city, we had a good
look in Mitchell's who had loads of US army 2 man pup tents for sale at a
very cheap price, some of these were the earlier pattern which was open at
one end & bay ended at the other, most people bought these as a garden tent
for their kids, the proprietor showed me a later pattern which had a bay
end at both ends, these were more expensive but I snapped it up, we liked
the way it came as 2 halves which buttoned together & would certainly
protect us from bad weather, if we hiked with our kit in rucksacks we
simply split the tent between us or if we rode our bikes we just simply
strapped half of it onto the rack, we only had a few days of leave left &
settled for trying the tent out in an overnight camp out in my back garden.

I had to be back in time for my appointment with the family doctor, my
parents were already registered with a practice in nearby Brighton, my
appointment was for a medical check & a meeting with the doctor so he would
get to know me, most of the examination was performed by a really beautiful
looking nurse, with myself stripped down to my underpants she performed all
the normal checks of height, weight, eyesight, hearing, listened to my
chest & heart, reflexes &c &c, she kept making comments like. "You
certainly are a very fit strong lad for your age, do you play any sports?"

"I'm in the air force studying for an apprenticeship & yes, we play a lot
of sports all the time."

"I see; it looks like we won't be seeing much of you then."

"Only whenever I come home on leave."

"I just have one more test to perform which is the prostate exam which you
may find it strange especially if no one has performed one on you before, I
just need you to take your underpants down & you will feel a cold substance
in your bottom."

"I felt very uneasy especially as I'm now naked in front of a woman even
though she's a medical professional, as requested I laid down on the
examination table almost in a foetal position, I felt her applying
something cold inside my bottom & a rubber gloved finger being inserted,
she massaged my love button & my cock got rock hard instantly, it felt so
awesome with her ministrations that within seconds those feelings rapidly
built up & several huge blasts of spunk flew out from my cock without me
touching it, she dipped a finger into my spunk & licked it clean uttering a
sigh, I was given a cleaning cloth to wipe all the spunk off me & a tissue
to place over my cock to catch any after leakage inside my underpants, she
looked at me with a smirk saying.

"You're a nice healthy youngster, that's between us & the doctor will see
you now."

I waited for my name to be called & entered the doctor's surgery, I sat
down in a chair opposite him as he read through the notes, after a while he
said.

"I just need to have a look at your eye; apparently you've had quite recent
surgery on it."

"That's right; the operation was done in London & all the follow up
appointments were at Gisborne Street."

"Were you flown out after surgery?"

"Yes I was, the flight was really good and it was about 2 months after the
operation."

"Tut tut tut, I see, perhaps they could have waited a bit longer before
flying you over here."

He checked my eye with a magnifying glass which also shone a light as he
hummed a tune then said,

"Absolutely first class, a very nice job indeed, your surgeon's done a
wonderful job on your eye, think yourself lucky young man."

He sat back down in his chair & finally said.

"You're a very fit & healthy young man, well developed muscle tone, a very
slow heart beat I might add, I've only ever seen that in young athletes,
I'm told you're in the air force; is that right?"

"Yes it is & I'm doing really well now."

"They'll certainly take good care of you in there," we shook hands & bade
each other goodbye & I rode home on the bike, as I entered the house mum
asked me.

"How did it go at the doctor's today?"

"Fine, he just gave me a check up & said I was a good strong healthy boy,"
she then gave me a good long hug & a kiss.

Patrick & I teamed up to wash, polish & vacuum dad's car, then I helped mum
prepare & cook our evening meal, with our meal finished & the dishes done,
Patrick & I erected the pup tent in my back garden underneath the lemon
tree, laid out our groundsheets & bedding &c, at this stage Patrick was
impressed with the tent & really liked it, the memories of my last camp out
in my back garden in England came flooding back even though it was a
rickety old tent which had a few holes in it & leaked during the night's
rain, undeterred & in search of more adventure I joined the scouts.

My first summer camp with the troop was on a small island on the River
Thames at a place called Shiplake, the local church is on top of the hill &
we were told that Tennyson was married there, we had to descend a steep
hill down to the river with our trek cart loaded to the gunwales with the
troop's kit which was a real challenge, the cart was so overloaded that
boys kitbags & other kit kept falling off, once we reached the river it was
a half mile to the island.

The island had loads of trees on it & a really huge one right on the bank
opposite to where we stood which must have been at least 100 feet high, the
grounds on the island were obviously maintained by someone & waiting for us
was our ferry which was an old ship's lifeboat which was sculled across by
an older boy using a single oar, both ourselves & our kit were brought over
in 2 crossings.

We slept in ex US army 2 man tents without their doors on with 2 boys to
each tent, most boys had ex army rain capes which were used as
groundsheets, our bedding was just blankets held together by huge safety
pins, water was brought to the island daily by boat from a nearby lock, we
had a really good camp what with swimming, wide games, camp fires, skits,
ghost stories, pioneering projects & hiking.

I slept with a boy from my class at primary school & during the night was
when he fondled my cock which went as hard as a nail & felt really good
with feelings inside my tummy, it was during one of these sessions that a
small jet of clear liquid sprayed out like a fountain & he told me I pissed
myself, I kept wondering what happened to me that day & found the answer
when I discovered the joys of having a wank, I had shot my first load on
scout camp almost 4 years ago & now I was about to have some really amazing
sex with Patrick, my friend from next door.

The inside of the tent was pitch black, the only thing we could see was the
luminous face of my alarm clock which sounded like a metronome inside the
tent with its loud ticking, we gave each other a really good wank wiping
the spunk off with our rags before I lit up the hexamine cooker to boil a
mess tin of water for our nightcap of chicken soup as I wanted to show my
friend how we cook & eat whilst camping, soon the aroma of burning hexamine
wafted around the gardens when suddenly dad stormed out demanding to
know. "What in god's name is that bloody smell?"

"Dad, it's just a military solid fuel cooker, it's what we use out in the
field & I wanted to show Patrick & cook some soup."

"Right, first thing tomorrow morning you're going into the city & you will
buy a proper camping stove!"

We both had a good night's sleep & I woke up finding Patrick snuggled up to
me like a lover; we struck our camp, hung our gas capes & tent onto the
drying frame, showered & had breakfast.

I took the tram into the city & headed straight for Mitchell's asking for a
camping stove, I was shown an old 2 pint Primus stove, I looked at it
saying. "Haven't you got anything smaller?"

"Sorry sonny, that's all we have, Try T W Sands in Elizabeth Street by the
meat market."

I entered into a very fascinating old world shop festooned with all sorts
of kerosene lamps, heaters, stoves &c, this shop looked as if it had been
brought here in H G Well's time machine, I gazed in awe at all the items on
display inside this shop when the proprietor asked me. "May I help you
sonny?"

"Certainly, I'm looking for a small camping stove which will fit inside the
pocket of a rucksack."

"I know what it is you want, we have plenty of these in stock," he brought
out what looked like a light blue tea tin with a red border on the bottom,
flipped up the lid, dropped the front flap & said.

"This will be what you want, this one's an Optimus 80, we sell a lot of
these to the Australian army."

I gazed at the bright brass miniature primus pressure stove contained
within the tin, this truly was a thing of beauty & a joy to hold in my
hands, I had an almost hypnotic fascination for this stove which was what I
truly wanted & replied.

"I'll buy one off you," he brought me one out in a sealed box & placed a
container & a tiny funnel beside it saying.

"You will need some 'Shellite' for this stove which is the proper fuel and
you must be aware that this is a gasoline stove."

"I doubt if I will make any mistakes with it, I'm in the air force & have
already been on loads of bush camps."

He rang up the till & I left the shop in a very happy frame of mind, I now
had a good tent, a decent stove, groundsheet, bed roll, mess tins, mug,
cutlery &c &c, I was well kitted out for a sleepover & camp out with
whoever I chose to be with in my portable den of iniquity, the promise of
great camp outs & brilliant sex lay ahead & having seen the rest of the
flight discard their ration pack leftovers I made a mental note to collect
them all enabling me to feed some to my guests, all too soon my leave was
over & I returned on the train to Wagga Wagga with my bike for more trade
training, bench fitting exercises, sports, PT, military training, bush
camps & sex.

The weekend was one of the highlights of our apprenticeship course, air
experience flights, this is what we've all dreamed about & now it was
happening, we were all going to be taken up in DeHavilland Tiger Moth
biplanes, the weather was cool with high clouds & a gentle breeze blowing,
we could see the bright orange disc of the sun silhouetted in the clouds,
we were all in high spirits especially having been told that it's a perfect
day for flying.

We were all suited up in flying suits, hat & gloves having been warned that
it was cold up there,

I was sat in the cockpit in front of the pilot who made sure I was strapped
in, the aircraft taxied from the flight line to the runway & went into its
take off roll, the Gypsy Major engine screamed as the aircraft gently
accelerated down the runway & after a short roll rose into the air like a
fly, as it climbed gently the slipstream through the wires & struts made a
humming noise, the whole aircraft seemed to flex as it flew through some
bumps, we turned in a south easterly direction which will take us over the
town which we flew over at 2,000 feet, I recognized some of the buildings
in the town, the swimming pool, the railway station with the railway lines
going to the horizon, we flew to the right of the Sturt highway seeing a
number of semi trailer trucks traveling in both directions.

These trucks were the true knights of the road transporting the nation's
goods & their name plates sounded like royalty, names like Kenworth, White,
Mack, Peterbilt & a whole host of others, every one of them powered by a
huge diesel engine, every prime mover capable of hauling the huge loads
required by their operators & driving the long distances required for
interstate deliveries, their drivers all family men holding endorsed
licences as testament to their professional driving skills, some drivers
are accompanied by a jockey, usually a teenage lad whose job is to navigate
the vehicle through cities, prioritize the order of deliveries to the
route, assist with loading & unloading &c, it is these youths who are the
drivers of the future.

All too soon the pilot throttled the engine back taking the aircraft into a
slow descent, I saw the airfield in the distance looming ever larger until
we joined the circuit & banked hard over for the final turn & landing on
the runway to finally taxi to the flight line & park with the engine
stopped & disembarking from the aircraft.

I was so exhilarated by the flight I was on a high for the rest of the day,
it was just fantastic, it had to be a lot better than a roller coaster
ride, it was even miles better than the flight in the Lockheed Super
Constellation, this really was true flying, half a century had passed since
the Wright brothers & now the jet age was here albeit tainted by the
DeHavilland Comet crashes & yet in the USA, Tex Johnson test flew the
Boeing 367-80 (dash 80) performing a barrel roll in flight, an exhausting
test programme & FAA Certiication would see the Boeing 707 jet airliner
coming into service 5 years later & shrinking the world, within a few years
these grand propeller driven airliners would be consigned to the history
books, even though I was still a boy at 15 years of age I had now become a
part of that world.

			     To be continued.