Date: Fri, 16 May 2014 11:20:00 +0100 From: Vintage Speedoboy Subject: US Army Pup Tent US Army Pup Tent A tale of youthful experiences by Vintage speedoboy, this is entirely a work of fiction 1965. (1) My youthful experiences started during secondary school & the scouts, after my first summer camp I loved the freedom of camping out in the countryside & there were plenty of boys of about my age wanting to share those experiences with me which certainly was a lot better than sleepovers as no one ever disturbed us & we could normally put the tent up wherever we liked. My name's John, I'm 13 years old & was born on the Greek island of Crete, my family moved to England when I was 5 & we've been here ever since, I'm 5 foot 6 inches tall with a swimmers build owing to the amount of swimming I do which is free as mum works at the Windsor outdoor pool. I look like a Greek god with my long flowing dark hair past my shoulders, olive skin & latino features when I'm wearing my thin nylon red speedo swimming trunks fuelling my lifelong love of speedos & attracting lots of gazes with most of them staring at the huge bulge inside my trunks packing a meaty 6 inch cock which already can shoot a load of spunk nesting in a huge pubic bush visible above the waistband of my trunks. That first summer camp started my love of the outdoors although not having much money my first tent was a makeshift affair known as a hoochie or basha which is basically a large army poncho & with an army barracks nearby I found someone who sold buckshee kit & bought some, I found this to be a smashing bit of kit as it's also my cycling cape & 2 lads can sleep underneath if it's erected between bushes using twine or bungee cords & tent pegs, it wasn't long before I managed to scrounge another one, made some poles in woodwork, fitted the brass ferrules in metalwork & scrounged a groundsheet, all this fits perfectly on the rack of my bicycle which was built up from a wreck with parts I scavenged from the dump. With 2 ponchos snapped together, it makes a bivouac tent without its ends or a door 2.5 feet high at the apex with loads of room underneath which is normally my preferred method, 1 poncho either makes a lean to or a low flat shelter, again about 2.5 feet high although we have made it even lower, sometimes we camouflage it by covering it with leaves &c as well as covering the sides with vegetation making it hard to spot, we use this method when we camp out in the woods. My best mate's Bernie who's a boy in my class, he's the same size as me with long blond hair past his shoulders, his cock's the same size as mine & he can shoot his spunk as well, he's also in my troop & I love camping out with him, during our first night out he kept fondling his cock which led to us wanking each other off, we've been doing this every time we camp out until one day he sucked on my cock. The feelings were awesome & I blasted a big load of spunk within seconds all over him, the same thing happened when I sucked him only he screamed & writhed all over begging me to stop as his spunk blasted out of his cock everywhere with me thinking I'd done something wrong to him. We also learned how to fondle each other soon finding those spots which felt good, there's an old dilapidated wooden pavilion in a local park next to the football pitch where we go during our lunch breaks to have sex when we're at school & after scouts, every time we go there we have to bring our bikes inside with us into what used to be the changing room. I got my first speedos from mum when I started secondary school which was part of our school uniform in navy blue, mum has since managed to get me some more pairs by raiding the lost property bin including a white pair which go see through when wet, it's this pair which I sometimes wear when swimming in the river. I love wearing speedos instead of underpants as they feel so sexy & always giving me boners, the first time was when I wore them in class in readiness for the swimming period, I got so hard my foreskin peeled back by itself & with the awesome feelings I got with the head of my cock straining against the nylon, I blasted a load of spunk into my speedos in class. The same thing also happened in church, I was wearing a pair of ultra lightweight white linen trousers my auntie had sent me from Greece with my white speedos on underneath topped with a white shirt & tie, just as mass ended I got a huge boner where my foreskin peeled back by itself, with the speedos now rubbing against the head of my cock as I walked out of the church, the feelings became so intense that I was almost struggling to walk as my cock blasted a huge load of spunk into those speedos creating a huge wet patch with my cock head perfectly visible to whoever looked at it. (2) When I reached 13, I started an after school paper round, saved up some money & bought a US army pup tent which comes as two halves with 6 wooden poles, 2 guy ropes & pegs from the army surplus shop, this really was an amazing bit of kit which could be split in 2 lots & carried between us, it was made of a heavier canvas than the troop's hike tents & out of curiosity Bernie & I erected it in the back garden & we were as pleased as punch at this purchase, each half of this tent fitted onto our bike racks & when the weather warmed up we went camping with this tent. There are places along the river which are ideal for an overnight camp, during our first night out we found out just how dark it gets inside at night, we also went skinnydipping, the first few times we hardly stayed in the water at all & the more we went in the braver we got until one night someone came walking along the towpath, sat down & lit up a fag, we had to remain out of his sight beside a large bush treading water for as long as he sat there, luckily he soon walked off & we could get out. The pair of us treading water within a few yards of him was so sneaky we were thrilled for days, after drying ourselves off as we stood naked on the river bank we went into the tent for the night, we were so horny that we pounded our cocks into each others holes for the first time, it was awesome feeling the warmth of each others spunk as we blasted into each others holes. There was another night when we both swam naked for about a quarter of a mile, to do this we both walked along the towpath in the nude to a point upstream before entering the water & swimming back, after we swam about halfway we both saw the silhouette of someone walking along the towpath towards our starting point, we shall never know if he either heard our splashes or saw us in the water as he just kept on walking, we were so thrilled that as soon as we were inside the tent we had some really great sex. Our closest call came when we tried for our longest distance yet which was about half a mile, we were both in the nude during the walk up when we saw a bicycle light approaching, there was just no where to hide & even if we ran back, that cyclist would have caught up with us, luckily he turned off at a fork junction riding towards the village as we both breathed a huge sigh of relief, we entered the water at the path junction swimming downstream & were about 150 yards from our exit point when I saw a light in the water near Boveney weir & got Bernie's attention, we both sprinted those last few yards reaching our exit point as a large cabin cruiser passed us on the opposite side of the river creating a wash while we were still in the water & kept going, whoever was in that boat must have seen us, our sprinting that distance on front crawl certainly kicked up a lot of splashes & we were right out of breath when we arrived that we had to rest in the water just to get our breath back. After the escapade with the cabin cruiser we wore our trunks from then on, one night I cycled to that stretch of the river & swam late at night, this was an upstream swim of about 200 yards before returning to the same point, I arrived to see someone sat on a bike waiting for me who was just as surprised as I was when I got out of the water wearing my swimming trunks, he was aged about 18 wearing just a tee shirt & shorts, he greeted me saying. "Hello, It's a lovely night for a swim, If I had my trunks, I'd join you, my name's Clive," as he shook my hand. "The water's lovely, you don't know what you're missing." We carried on talking & I started to get so cold I dried off taking my trunks off in front of him, even in the dark he gazed at my pubic bush & cock saying. "You've got a nice one," as he held my cock which got fully hard instantly, he slowly wanked it with his hand before dropping his shorts & guiding my cock into his hole, I let it settle & knew I wouldn't last as it was twitching wildly inside him with all the excitement before I pumped into him, this teenager wanted me to pound hard into him which I did & within seconds I must have blasted a dozen jets of my spunk into him as he blasted his spunk onto the grass after which he kissed & fondled me before riding off on his bike, after arriving home I was on a sexual high & wanked off my cock before getting into bed. We both met again at the pool & talked for ages before we arranged a sleepover in the tent, this time on the lawn in the grounds of a clubhouse on Baths island, this suited both of us as the following morning I would be escorting a swimmer paddling a kayak in the famous Windsor lock to lock race between Boveney & Romney locks over a distance of 2 miles & 572 yards, he was entered in the race & chose me to be his escort. To me this was a seriously long distance with a 6.30am start at the lock which meant an early night during which he returned the previous service lubing me up before a good pounding with his fat 7 inch cock taking his time as he pushed it in slowly all the way which hurt as it went into my hole. (3) He left it in there for ages with me feeling every single twitch of his cock as mine oozed pre cum which dripped onto the groundsheet, he massaged my nipples sending a lovely sensation to my balls making them tingle & shooting a single jet of spunk, I was now on a hair trigger on the point of blasting out a load of spunk with my cock the hardest it's ever been in my life & twitching wildly. He pumped his cock into me with a very gentle stroke & he too didn't last long as I felt his cock suddenly expand before erupting into me as I felt every single one of his blasts of warm spunk gushing into me together with an awesome fusillade of spunk blasting out from mine onto the groundsheet which resulted in my writhing & screaming at the intensity of the sensations, now I know what Bernie went through when I sucked him off. After cleaning up the groundsheet & replacing our sleeping bags we laid in each others arms slowly kissing & fondling each other in a hugely satisfying afterglow until our desire for a nightcap overtook us, I lit up the solid fuel hexamine stove & boiled up a mess tin of water from the tap outside the clubhouse which took about 10 minutes to boil using up an entire fuel tablet as the aroma of burning hexamine wafted through the grounds. I made us a mug of coffee each with sugar & powdered milk together with biscuits from an army ration pack & sat there looking at the river towards Windsor castle before he sucked off my cock swallowing my spunk in amazement. "You've just swallowed all of my spunk!, I didn't think anyone did that!" "You do now, tastes delicious, besides it'll give me more energy for the swim in the morning. After assembling at Boveney for the race which is a staggered start on a handicap basis, I watched both aged veterans start first, one had a flowing beard wearing huge blue Britmarine clipper goggles who's body rolled like a barrel in the water with each stroke, whilst the other veteran was more slimmer wearing black trunks tied high on his waist up near his belly button, this pair had to be in their 60's at least & I was to learn later that they both swam as boys in the first event in 1911, they were escorted by 2 persons in a large Victorian rowing skiff aptly named 'Lock to lock'. The timekeeper then barked. "Clive!, in the water," he performed some loosening up exercises wearing the slightly faded royal blue speedo swimming trunks of his club before diving into the lock cut to hold onto the gate as the seconds ticked away before his starting signal. Clive swam all the way using a very neat front crawl stroke with a very prominent bow wave from his head breathing in from his left through his mouth behind the wave which looked effortless whilst frequently looking up to check his position & course on the river whilst I paddled beside him in the kayak. Watching this perfectly formed muscular youth as he glided through the water was a beautiful art form in itself, his hands spearing into the water with a slight splash before the catch to stroke underneath the front of his body exiting at the hips, the slight splashes in the water from his feet as he flicked his legs using a two beat leg kick, his buttocks rocking slightly from side to side as he stroked which were perfectly exposed through the sheer thin blue nylon of his swimming trunks as the water flowed over his trunks which I found to be sexy to finally arrive at the lock gate in first place touching the gate with both hands after almost 2.5 miles in the water taking him just over an hour. I gazed at him as he climbed up the ladder for the boat ride back to the clubhouse with his shrunken package now just a small lump with no hint of the invader which entered me a few hours previously, I paddled the kayak back to the clubhouse to a full English breakfast cooked by the club assistants which in the tradition of the club is paid for by the swimmer who I have just escorted. Both Clive & myself tucked into our breakfasts before he shared a half pint bottle of beer with me as everyone waited for the results to be announced, Clive had won the handicap & came 8 th in the scratch race with the pleasant memories of this morning happily remaining in my mind for life. I had one more sleepover with Clive under canvas after that, this time he wanted to experience a night under a basha in the woods, an experience which he hadn't yet tried & proved to be educational for him as I erected a very low basha shelter with his assistance under my guidance before camouflaging it leaving a small entrance as I explained each step with lots of interest from him. I cooked a very nice chicken curry for us both boiling the rice with the opened tin in a mess tin of water serving it with a handful of raisins in each together with biscuits & coffee for our evening meal before retiring for the night during which we sucked each others cocks in a 69 position with both of us swallowing each others spunk before spending a nice quiet night together. (4) After the sleepover with Clive I went on scout camp to Torquay in Devon, I took my US Army pup tent so Bernie & I could sleep together & quietly play with each others cocks at night, we traveled there on the train & boy were we lucky, we changed at Reading for an express pulled by a steam locomotive & it wasn't just any locomotive either, it was number 4082, a Great Western 4075 Castle class named 'Windsor Castle' which despite being over 40 years old looked immaculate in its green livery with polished brass. The locomotive itself was full of life as it stood there hissing out steam & smelled of a mixture of coal, steam, oil & polish with no hint of its hugely immense power. Our kit was loaded onto our trek cart which we had to unload & dismantle it so as to negotiate the platform changes which entailed going up & down stairs a number of times which really tried our patience before dismantling it again as we loaded it into the guard's compartment. The troop acquired this cart about the time I joined & when I first saw it, it was rotten to the core, over the two years it was totally dismantled & remade piece by piece by the boys in their school woodwork lessons after having drawings of each part to work to, somewhere along the way we were told it was a relic of the Boer war which gave it an interesting history which suited our purpose as we could spread a rumour that it was at the siege of Mafeking with Baden Powell so we painted it in army green paint from the local army surplus shop who had gallons of the stuff going cheap. We watch the signalman blow his whistle & wave his green flag before an ear splitting loud blast issued from the Windsor Castle's whistle followed by the locomotive becoming engulfed in a huge cloud of steam & a thunderously loud booming puff blasting out from its funnel, then another one followed with a jolt & a succession of loud booming puffs as the train pulled gracefully out of Reading station. The train sped through the countryside & even from 6 carriages back we could hear the steady beat of the Windsor Castle together with the clickety clack noise from the rails & on the bends in open country it was an awesome sight watching the locomotive in full steam. Bernie & I had the compartment to ourselves & it wasn't long before both our cocks got rock hard so I pulled down the shutters, locked the door to the corridor & we both dropped our khaki scout uniform shorts & underwear which for me is a pair of black thin nylon speedo swimming trunks which I love wearing instead of underpants as they feel so sexy & my cock always keeps getting boners whenever I wear them. With mum working at the local outdoor pool in the summer, she had arranged for me to take & pass my Bronze medallion as well as raiding the lost property basket from which I've got 4 pairs of speedos, 2 pairs of navy blue school PE shorts & 3 thin nylon running vests which feel really good especially when I stroke my nipples through the material which are now in my rucksack. With Bernie bent over the seat, I lubed us up with the tin of Vaseline from my wash kit & slowly pushed my throbbing leaking cock into him, he'd taken the precaution of putting some newspaper on the seat & when I started slowly pumping into him his cock dripped pre cum onto the newspaper, I unbuttoned my scout shirt so I could massage my nipples through the thin nylon of the vest underneath sending those lovely feelings to my cock & balls followed a few minutes later when my cock got really hard & squirted at least half a dozen jets of my spunk inside him. We changed over & now Bernie was pounding his cock into my boy pussy which felt so awesome as it massaged my love button inside me making my cock drip onto the newspaper with the sensations bordering on shooting spunk which reached such a climax I shot another load of spunk & Bernie shot his deep inside me as my boy pussy clamped onto his cock with every one of my squirts, we cleaned each others cocks with an old tee shirt I took from lost property for that purpose, got dressed again & sat on our seats with my cock still kept leaking spunk into my speedos long after it deflated. It was hard work getting the trek cart out of Torquay station & to the camp site at Easterfield lane in the Watcombe district which meant climbing up & down hills, the lane itself is long & unsurfaced leading to a meadow which runs down a hill, we quickly erected our tents near the top of the meadow, set up the dining shelter, lit the fire, prepared our evening meal, laid out our groundsheets & sleeping bags & got settled in. There was only six of us which makes a patrol sized unit plus Andrew, a 17 year old rover scout & our scoutmaster, they both had a patrol tent between them giving them loads of room. After dinner we went to Watcombe beach which is a small sheltered cove about 10 minutes walk along wooded paths which descends steeply to the cove itself & went swimming in the sea, this for me was a great adventure as it was my first time at the seaside. (5) We got on with the business of taking our 50 yard swimming tests & swimmer badges for the younger ones before just messing around in the sea & playing games on the sandy beach. The climb back up the steep part of the path certainly was character building & became easier as we neared the camp site, along this path is a watch tower, a remnant of days long since passed when our shores were watched day & night. The traveling with the day itself had taken its toll on our young bodies & we all retired early for the night & slept like dead men. Sunday morning came with bright sunny weather with a cooling breeze blowing in from the sea & the air having a definite salt tang to it in even though the camp site was at least 200 feet above the sea, Andrew turned on his Bush TR82 portable radio searching through the stations when a voice came over saying. "There's a beautiful ship on Ramsey bay, Hey! What do you know? It's Radio Caroline & went on to play 'Caroline' by the fortunes which is the radio station's signature record followed by more pop records, this radio station's really great as the BBC isn't anything like this, all the kids at school love Radio Caroline & some of them own pocket transistor radios, I wish I had one!" Sunday mornings on camp means going to church, it's something all scouts have to do irrespective of religion or whatever part of the world they come from, our troop's a catholic troop & supposed to observe the strictures of that religion, weekly church attendance, no meat on Fridays &c, not that its ever curbed our boyish desires which our priest calls 'Sins of the flesh', I bet he's had his fare share of young cocks in his younger days, If I'm giving & receiving cock at 13, surely it must be one of life's rites of passage. After church we went swimming down at the cove, with the other troops on this popular camp site the sight of youngsters walking to & fro along the path in just swimming trunks with or without either a vest or tee shirt is a common one & I'm sure passing boys gazed at the bulge in my swimming trunks as we passed each other on the path & I saw a few which I wanted to have sex with. That afternoon I went to the Odeon cinema in the town's Abbey road to watch 'Operation Crossbow' which is a war film starring George Peppard & Anthony Quayle about the operation during WW2 to destroy Hitler's doodlebugs & V2 rockets, whenever we go into town we have to wear our uniforms. I sat in the back row enjoying the movie which I've seen before when a young lad of about 18 came & sat next to me & lit up a cigarette, it wasn't long before his leg touched mine followed by him flexing his thigh muscles, I knew immediately that this was no accidental touch & asked him quietly. "Is there something you want from me?" He rested his hand on my knee & with his thumb & forefinger as a pincer he tickled me making me giggle, he then stroked my bare thigh gently & my cock got so hard inside my trunks it was throbbing & pulsing with very strong jerks spewing out those watery white fluids which I call my love juices soaking my trunks. He had a massive bulge inside his jeans which he unzipped taking out his huge leaking cock which must be at least 9 inches, as he stroked it a thin jet of watery white fluid squirted out landing in the row in front, his hand went all the way up my leg inside my uniform shorts feeling the wetness & massaging the piss slit which made my cock tingle with delight & him quietly commenting. "I love whatever it is you're wearing under your shorts, what are they?" "They're Speedo swimming trunks." "I love seeing young lads like you in swimming trunks, makes my cock come in my undies." I sucked on that huge cock to be rewarded with his offering of a huge load of spunk before he unbuttoned my shorts, untied the cord taking my cock out saying. "That's a very nice one for a lad of your age," he sucked on it with his tongue doing wonderful things to its head when those feelings suddenly built up & I shot several huge squirts into his eager mouth as I very nearly bucked & screamed in my seat, he gave me some tissues to clean up with & left. (6) The following day was a hike to Stokinteignhead along the cliff top paths returning by way of Cockington village, this is a quaint English village with thatched roofs which looks as though time has stood still & is the stuff of picture postcards, the weather during the day was cloudy & although it didn't rain, the fresh breeze kept us nice & cool throughout the walk. We arrived back at the camp site & went swimming down at the cove, I changed into my red Speedo swimming trunks & walked to the cove wearing nothing else, they certainly caught the eye of a boy from another troop who also wore only a pair of blue swimming trunks, he ran up behind me, tapped me on the shoulder & when our gazes met he looked puzzled & said. "Oh, I thought you were someone else." I replied. "No problems, we're both going to the same place anyway, why not walk along with me?" "Good idea, my name's Tom Fullbrick, I hate that name because everyone calls me full prick." "John Georgio," we shook hands & then he hugged & kissed me on the path & touched my crotch with his which no doubt packed a huge cock inside his swimming trunks & I said to him. "We shouldn't be doing this here; shouldn't we be going somewhere a lot quieter?" This stunning young lad had flowing long blond shoulder length hair, a Greek god like deep bronze suntan, muscular physique standing the same height as me with bright blue eyes & a cheeky smile. He led me up a steep hill through the woods until we came to a small clearing & then kissed & hugged me, I asked him. "What gives you the idea that you can do me?" His reply took me by surprise when he said. "I've seen you at the pool at Windsor a few times; doesn't your mum work there? I know that you do it & in any case I quite fancy you." I saw his huge bulge in his trunks with a large wet spot & when I saw his cock twitch & some white watery liquid gush through the material & run down his leg in a trickle, it fuelled my lust for Tom & we ground our hard bulges into each other, this boy was so hot that I too shot a large squirt of white watery liquid into my trunks. We took our trunks off & were now totally naked, Tom's cock must be at least 8 inches long & hugely fat leaking his juices copiously & dripping onto the ground, I was now about to take the largest cock in my life up my boy pussy & Tom is only the same age as me. He certainly knew how to prepare a boy's pussy to receive his huge cock which felt good as he touched the entrance & shot a squirt of his love juices into me which lubed us up, he took his time slowly pushing his huge cock inside me which throbbed & twitched like mad doing wonderful things to my love button inside triggering my cock to squirt out some love juices until I felt his balls rest against my bottom. Holding me by the hips he slowly pumped into me with long strokes which felt really good when he stopped for a while & lit up a cigarette from the packet he carried inside his duffle bag, this seemed to tame his rampant cock somewhat & he let me have a couple of puffs which gave me an awesome head rush, when he finished his cigarette he resumed pounding into me massaging my nipples which made my balls & the head of my cock tingle when those lovely feelings built up so quickly I suddenly shot out several huge jets of spunk several feet onto the grass. I felt my boy pussy pulsing onto his cock which suddenly grew even larger & blasted his huge warm load inside me with several squirts & his cock still kept pulsing powerfully long after his offering of teenage spunk was spent, we both laid down on the grass embracing each other in a hugely satisfying afterglow when he whispered into my ear. "John, I really love you now & you really are special, you've just given me the best fuck in my life." "I now feel the same way about you, we must do this again & next time it's my turn." We exchanged addresses & became pleasantly surprised that he lives 3 miles away in the next town, somehow I thought I had seen him before & this session not only jogged my memory, it became the start of more wonderful times together & we both walked down to the cove for a good swimming session together just messing around in the water as young lads do, I recounted my experiences of camping by the river & skinny dipping which aroused huge amounts of interest from Tom & we both arranged to sneak away after dark & go skinny dipping in the cove. (7) It was a late hour when I crept out from my tent & walked down hill to the bottom of the camp site where Tom stood waiting for me smoking a cigarette, all we both wore was our vests & swimming trunks, the fond memories of skinny dipping in the river were still fresh in my mind & I asked Tom. "Let's make this night really special & walk there in the nude". "Brilliant idea, I've always wanted to do that," we took off our vests & trunks & walked arm in arm along the path like 2 lovers stopping to kiss each other in the light of a full moon which made our bodies glow with both our cocks rock hard & oozing our juices, we were just 2 youngsters almost in the prime of our lives walking along an ancient primeval landscape which has witnessed eons & our time spent there was just a brief instant of time. The water was as smooth as a millpond with just a hint of waves at the water's edge with a bright sheen reflected from the moon which cast a soft glow of light all around us & onto the red Devonian cliffs nearby, we waded in until it came up to our necks & floated on our backs in the water which was heated by the sand on the bottom during the day from the sun making it almost like a tropical lagoon, all our cares just simply vanished as the night became timeless & we lived for these precious moments together. Our skin seemed to reflect the moonlight & our forms looked beautiful in the water with our pubic bushes enhanced against our skin, this wasn't just a night for swimming it was for us to enjoy the concession which the sea has granted us as it was one of the most powerful forces of nature & the giver & taker of life itself reinforcing our need to say grace before each meal for the bounty which both the earth & the sea has provided to sustain us with the living creatures who had ceased their lives to become our food at mealtimes. We exited the sea & stood at the water's edge, on my suggestion we both said a prayer for the grant of the concession it gave us on this very special night of our bonding, we then kissed, hugged & fondled each others wet bodies with our cocks slowly becoming hard when we wanked each other to full hardness before making our way to the wall where Tom presented me with his boy pussy, I lubed us both up, prepared his hole & slowly pushed my rampant leaking cock inside him. Lust ran through both our bodies with my cock throbbing & jerking powerfully inside him spewing my juices deep inside him whilst his spewed out onto the sand as I massaged his nipples, stroked his thighs & cupped his balls, I pumped into him with long slow strokes wanting these special moments to last together with the juices & love which flowed out of my cock all the time with those feelings building up in intensity to a highly intensive climax as I blasted several jets of spunk deep inside him with such a powerful orgasm I was almost screaming & writhing as my spunk unloaded into him which also triggered several huge blast of spunk from Tom which flew out several feet onto the sand with him too experiencing a very intensive orgasm. We just sat on the wall looking out to sea in a hugely satisfying afterglow & feelings of love for each other, Tom lit a cigarette for both of us which gave me a hugely awesome head rush as I haven't had one since before the train ride, as we sat there, Tom emptied my spunk out of him onto the wall before we walked back to the camp site still totally naked having experienced a freedom like no other & put our clothes on when we arrived at the site, I slowly crept back into my tent & fell soundly asleep. During the night I had the most pleasant of dreams fuelled by the memories of those times on the beach with myself all alone in the sea when a beautiful sea creature came alongside me, it was half youth & half fish which spoke to me in a clear youthful voice with an accent of the ancients, it had a beautiful Adonis like upper torso with a skin colour of ancient bronze, long flowing light brown hair which flowed past its hips which went into a tapering slender form with snake like scales & a huge tail fin which could move its sides independently, it had a beautiful boyish face with the most striking green eyes & the most beautiful set of white teeth with vampire like canines, it supported me in the water whilst it sucked on my cock with a smooth motion & a powerful suction, my love juices were being sucked out of me with such a powerful tingling that I came with so many huge blasts of spunk with such a powerful orgasm I was writing & screaming begging for this creature to stop & woke up to find Bernie sucking on my cock, it was the most fantastic blow job of my life. (8) Although I had a good night's sleep I somehow felt drained as though the life force itself had been sucked right out of me & hadn't woken up with my usual morning hard cock, even a full breakfast didn't seem to recharge my energy & fortunately Andrew had a solution, he made me a mug full of thick gloopy hot chocolate with condensed milk sweetened with honey, the liquid was so thick it was like drinking melted chocolate, it was so sweet & delicious that as I drank it I felt my energy returning & having finished the mug I asked him. "Where did you get the idea of making such a drink? It's fantastic." "I've made it a few times for long distance swimmers & it always works magic on them, it looks like it has on you to," as he gave me a very knowing look with a wry smile as if to say. "I know what you were doing last night." We had a free morning & I went swimming with Andrew, he looked strikingly beautiful with his Adonis like muscular physique wearing red speedo swimming trunks with the word 'lifeguard' printed in yellow across the back wearing a yellow thin nylon vest which was almost see through showing his whole upper torso through the material & a red & yellow quartered cap of the type worn by Australian lifeguards, his dark blond shoulder length hair flowed neatly & moved in the breeze, he had the most striking blue eyes, a Nordic face, packed a large package in his trunks & walked along the path with an air of confidence carrying his duffle bag, I knew that he too was a powerful swimmer having seen him swim at the outdoor pool & he was Clive's younger brother. We practiced lifesaving swim & tows together honing those very skills which stood me in good stead for later life together with surface diving to the bottom of the cove & bringing up large pebbles, we practiced under the watchful gaze of the mature lifeguard on duty before we swam out together about a half mile into the open sea & stopped there floating & treading water just chatting when he asked me. "You're the best swimmer in the troop & seeing that you've just taken your Bronze medallion, why don't you ask your mum about joining our club?" "I'd love to do that, how much does it cost & where do you lot train?" "We can only train during the summer at the outdoor pool & for the rest of the year we train at the back of the Slough community centre on Sunday evenings & your membership is just a couple of quid for the year." "I can do that, have to use my bike though." "I'm sure one of us can give you a lift there." "Great, I'll do that as soon as we get back from camp." Once again we were enjoying ourselves in a flat calm sea when an RAF Avro Vulcan V bomber flew low overhead, the roar from its 4 Rolls Royce Olympus engines was thunderously loud with an ethereal wailing howl emanating from the huge aircraft, seeing this aircraft was a fantastic sight which I'll never forget, We swam back to the beach & as we exited from the water, the lifeguard gave us a beckoning signal asking. "Do you lads fancy a nice cup of tea?" "Oh yes please," replied Andrew. We joined him for a very nice cup of tea made from a proper teapot with condensed milk & chatted about our troop, the town of Windsor & when Andrew mentioned about the famous Lock to lock race in the River Thames I said to him. "I want to do that next year." "So you should, I reckon you're certainly good enough to give it a go." We had a very interesting long conversation with the lifeguard before we left for the climb back up the path to the camp site; we stopped at the watch tower looking at it with the remnants of its floor long since rotted & fallen to the bottom when Andrew took me totally by surprise with what he said next. "My brother told me about the good times you gave him in the tent at the clubhouse & in the woods, I would like you to do the same with me but it has to always remain a secret." (9) For a long time I secretly harboured a wish to have sex with Andrew, he usually wore beige colored close fitting slacks with his uniform which always showed off his prominently huge bulge & sometimes he would get erections whilst wearing them, whenever this happened he always had a wet spot appear on the front of his slacks which fuelled my lust for him, he was a rover scout & wore the triple tapes of a troop leader, with his responsibilities he had to be extra careful who he played around with & now my wishes were about to come true as we walked uphill into the woods. We came to the same small clearing which could only mean that he knows this place, we hugged, kissed & fondled each other with rock hard rampant leaking cocks inside our trunks & Andrew's definitely was huge together with a constant flow of watery white juices oozing through his trunks & starting to trickle down his leg, my cock too was oozing together with occasional squirts of my juices inside my trunks & our scents were both wafting around us, our lust for each other took hold as he untied the cord & took my trunks down whilst I took off my vest, he did the same & we were both naked in broad daylight. He laid down on the grass on his towel after lubing up & opening my hole then I knelt down facing his head straddling him which is how he likes it, as I lowered my boy pussy so he could push his huge fat 8 inch cock into me, I rode his pole as he instructed me with this being my first time with him using this method which I really enjoyed doing him by. It felt so awesome as I rode his rampant cock whilst massaging my nipples with the palms of my hand, my cock constantly leaking my juices onto his six pack tummy with an occasional thin squirt of my juices flying out of my cock & his doing its wonderful magic to my love button inside me making both my cock & balls tingle with excitement as lust coursed through my body. He quietly said to me. "I've wanted you for a long time, you're so tight inside, you have such a nice cock for a lad of your age & it's so wild." Those lovely tingling feelings built up to such a tremendous climax as a huge gush of my juices preceded a fusillade of huge blasts of spunk flying out of my cock by itself several feet as my cock waved strongly with each huge jet with some landing on his face with such a powerful orgasm I almost screamed with delight & at the same time Andrew's huge cock swelled up & flooded my insides with several huge gushes of spunk which were spaced out by at least 10 to 20 seconds between each one with very powerful contractions, even he was almost screaming, writhing, kicking & thrashing his arms around as his orgasm was so intense. We must have laid there for ages in a hugely satisfying afterglow in a naked embrace with his spunk running out of my hole & both our bodies partially covered in my spunk, the smells of which were almost overpowering together with the smells of musk from our holes, we just kept on making dirty talk which finished with him saying. "I would never have thought that you of all people could give me such a wonderful fuck; that was so bloody awesome, we must do it again sometime." That afternoon after a light lunch, Andrew was booked by his club to take his open water lifeguard standard exam & chose me for his body as none of the remaining scouts from my troop were capable of swimming that sort of distance although they all sat & watched as the grueling test unfolded. His examiner was a club captain from another club a few miles away, a man of muscular build in his 40's wearing shorts & a lifeguard sweat shirt, after the formalities with him handing over his forms the test began with the practical resuscitation & the water tests the first of which was the short distance rescue with the fireman's lift from the water followed by the reel & line where Andrew swam out to me with a line attached to a belt culminating in the quarter mile swim & rescue where I swam out to a boat which marked the spot & waved my arms. Andrew ran across the sand into the water starting his swim with a shallow dive swimming a powerful front crawl just like his elder brother as he kept his eyes trimmed just above the surface of the water, it took him just over 6 minutes to reach me where he simulated deep water resuscitation before commencing the tow back to the beach to a waiting party which put me into a stretcher before taking me out of the water & onto the beach. (10) The only part remaining was the question & answer session which he sailed through to finally pass his exam, he came to us whooping for joy with a huge smile on his face, he had passed one of his life's tests making this one of the proudest days of his young life, he could work on any beach anywhere in the world if he wanted to, another test faced him on his return from scout camp, it was his driving test. We had our camp work tasks to do to prepare for our evening meal, Andrew began chopping large chunks of wood with a felling axe which was an awesome sight watching this Greek god like sun bronzed teenager proficiently swinging the axe down onto the wood in the late afternoon sun wearing only a pair of his old school navy blue PE shorts with beads of sweat trickling down from his forehead & his upper torso to glisten in the sun, his powerful strokes of the axe breaking up the wood like match wood after which it remained my task to further reduce the wood down further for the fire with a hand axe, which is one of a scouts second class tests=the hand axe & knife. This was followed by peeling & cutting potatoes, cutting & dicing vegetables for our chicken stew washed down with sweet tea which took about a couple of hours to cook with a gentle simmer over a controlled open fire with the Dixie on a grate over the fire & being stirred thoroughly, Tom walked into our camp for a brief chat with me during which I recounted Andrew's lifeguard exam which interested him. His troop had been to the Tudor cinema in Fore Street, St Marychurch to watch the Beatles film 'Help', as he recounted the movie lovingly describing the hilarious scenes saying that it was such a good movie I wanted to go & watch it except that I was leaving in the morning to do my 14 mile overnight hike which is one of the tests for the first class section, I had originally been teamed with Bernie although Andrew didn't think he was up to the task yet, as we discussed this I asked him. "What if I were to pair up with someone from another troop who's also camped on this site?" He looked at me thoughtfully & asked Tom to go & fetch his scoutmaster, he returned with him; they shook hands & talked about it over a cup of tea & after a few minutes conversation Andrew said. "You two are going on your 14 mile hike tomorrow, John here has the map & the intended route, now a word of warning, your task is to visit Greenway house at Galmpton, it's a Georgian mansion on the banks of the River Dart & the lady who lives there is a very famous person & she's expecting you, it's Agatha Christie the famous crime writer so be on your best behaviour!" We looked at each other with looks of astonishment before Tom said. "She's written loads of books, some of them about Hercule Poirot & Miss Marple, most of them are murder mysteries which should make for a very interesting visit." My mind flooded with the enormity of this impending visit of this person who is described as a quaint old lady who must have a very devious mind especially to be writing about murders & those who commit them, all sorts of scenarios ran through my mind as to what I should be asking her, this is something I will have to sleep on. I returned to my tent to start sorting out some of the kit which I'll be taking deciding to take my army poncho & groundsheet, ticked off some of the items & walked with Tom to his tent so as to check his kit finding too that he also has a poncho & the same kit as me, it seems as though we have like minds plus we'll also be saving some weight carrying basha kits instead of a tent. Both our troops were enjoying their free time so we both grabbed our swimming kit & walked to the cove once again in just our vests & trunks carrying both our towels in my duffle bag which also contained the Vaseline, we walked along the path hand in hand kissing each other like a pair of lovers with our cocks rock hard & leaking into our trunks before climbing through the woods to the clearing where we embraced each other grinding our nylon clad packages into each other before kissing, fondling & making love to each other in the nude. I asked Tom to lay on his back on a towel as I explained to him how I wanted to do him which sparked lots of interest further fuelling our lust, he lubed up his cock & prepared my hole before I knelt down facing his head with him guiding my cock slowly into his hole, he lit up 2 cigarettes & passed me one which we smoked whilst waiting for his cock to settle before I rode him whilst stroking my nipples with the palms of my hands with my cock constantly leaking my juices onto his tummy. (11) As I rode him, 3 thin jets of my juices shot out of my cock over the few minutes that I rode his pole with him too massaging his nipples when his cock suddenly expanded blasting several huge jets of his warm spunk deep inside my boy pussy triggering my cock to blast out a huge load all over him with both of us experiencing hugely powerful orgasms, dipping fingers into my spunk & licking them. We must have laid there for ages in our afterglows in our naked embrace & almost falling asleep before we decided to continue our visit to the cove for a quick dip in the sea to wash the spunk off ourselves & with it being almost dark we walked back along the path in the nude putting on our vests & trunks just before entering the camp site & bedding down for an early night. After our breakfasts we packed our rucksacks for the hike most of which followed the cliff top paths which although hard going we were cooled by the breeze coming off the sea, our route took us through Babbacombe, Torquay, Preston, Paignton, Goodrington & Galmpton taking the route to Down Copse finally arriving at Greenway house itself, a large Georgian house in impressive gardens surrounded by woodland sloping down to the River Dart. We were met at the front gate by the head gardener & given a guided tour of the house & grounds which were very impressive with the well kept gardens neatly landscaped into the surrounding woodlands before sitting on a bench placed in front of the house where our clotted cream teas with biscuits were brought out on a silver service platter by the housekeeper who said. "Mrs. Christie will join you shortly." She came out wearing a thick woolen shawl & for a woman of 75 years of age she was still very sprightly, I introduced ourselves & she said to us. "It's so lovely having 2 boy scouts here, you're such wonderful lads & always helpful to others, do either of you boys read?" "I replied. "I love to read wartime spy & escape stories as well as aviation." "Both subjects dear to my heart & no doubt very interesting, you should read John Buchanan's 'The 39 steps if you love a good spy story, regarding aeroplanes, when I was a young girl they were flimsy things built out of wood & cloth which flew at a speed similar to a motor car driving down a road, when the Great War came they got much better, they flew faster & higher & became our defence against the zeppelins which dropped bombs on London," she paused for a sip of tea. "Nowadays you have the big jets which reach America in about 8 hours & the Vickers VC10 is such a wonderful aeroplane it must have been designed by an artist rather like the spitfire in the last war." Tom said. "I'm just the same as John & also read about sport." "Ah yes, healthy mind in a healthy body, John, I see a blue badge on your left sleeve with a lifebuoy & oars, I take it you like boats." "I do, but that particular badge is a Royal Life Saving Society badge which indicates that I have passed my Bronze medallion lifesaving qualification, the one next to it is the St John's Ambulance badge for first aid." "Ah, swimming, it's such wonderful exercise for a person, you obviously must like it." "Very much so, I must come to the reason why we're here & our task is to ask you a question which is, 'Who stayed here during the war & may I please have your autograph?" "The answer to that is the American coastguard," she signed my notebook & we thanked Mrs. Christie for such a wonderful visit, refilled our water bottles & left following the long copse along the River Dart till we came to its end by a bay on the riverbank which was our allotted camp site for the night, we erected our bivouac by buttoning both out ponchos together to form a tent without doors inside the copse with the ridge line strung between 2 trees, laid out our bedding & cooked our evening meal using a solid fuel hexamine cooker. Once again the smell of cooking & burning hexamine wafted all around our site on a lovely sunny evening with the sun shining through the trees, we had made a good filling meal washed down with tea & laid on top of our sleeping bags waiting for it to get dark, we went skinny dipping in the Dart taking care not to go too far out from the bay knowing that this stretch is tidal before drying ourselves & having another fantastic session of love & sex before finally retiring for the night. (12) During the small hours we were woken up by the sound of rain beating down on our shelter as a thunderstorm moved in together with brilliant flashes of lightning all around us with loud rumbles of thunder, I mentally counted the flash to bang times in my head noting the shortest time at the count of three which put the closest lightning strike at just over half a mile away, we moved our kit into the centre of the bivouac & curled ourselves up into balls, we were fearing a lightning strike into a nearby tree which fortunately didn't happen & in some ways we felt that the trees, although not very tall would more likely protect us from a lightning strike as opposed to our being camped on open ground. The morning brought us a nice cooling breeze for the return journey & we had stayed dry during the storm, we went for a quick dip in the Dart before cooking our breakfasts, leaving us enough food for our lunch, struck camp & walked across country on a compass bearing towards Galmpton, the weather was ideal for the hike as we kept cool throughout the day which proved to be a blessing in disguise on account of the hills & it seemed as though we were making better time than the previous day, we took a long rest at lunchtime as our legs were now starting to ache & luckily Tom had a small bottle of sports liniment to massage our aching legs with which gave us some relief but had a very strong smell which both of us were reeking to high heaven from, we finally arrived at our camp site, stripped down to our swimming trunks taking a well earned rest lying in the late afternoon sun with towels covering our faces. All too soon our summer camp was over bringing with it our return train journey to Windsor with its attendant wrestling our trek cart & kit on & off trains & platform changes, Tom's troop also traveled with us whom we made friends with, they call it the world wide brotherhood of scouting, I had returned to a town which hadn't changed & didn't (yet) have 'Mothers pride' bread in the shops which is the brand we had all week, the pool was still open, the river nice & warm to swim in, I felt glad to be back amongst my old friends again & went swimming with them in the pool, somehow my inner lusts kept guiding me for another sleepover with Tom & luckily he came to the pool the following day, I got mum to let him in for free & we arranged another sleepover under a basha beside the river. We buttoned both our ponchos together to make a tent minus its doors with 2 US army pup tent pole sections at each end giving it a ridge height of 2.5 feet which certainly is low for a tent before camouflaging it up, setting out our bedding & enjoying the evening listening to Radio Caroline on a small pocket radio, I took Tom back a short distance to inspect our handiwork which he thought was really good, we cooked our meal late in the evening & when it got dark we went skinny dipping. The water was lovely & warm although it looked as black as sin in the night even though we could clearly see our entire forms in the water which were deeply bronzed by the sun, once again this had become our special night on home territory as we swam leisurely in this ancient watercourse of an age measured in eons which too like the sea was also the giver & taker of life & granted us the concession of its pleasurable use in the quietness of its summer cycle even though the summer itself was on the wane with the nights drawing in & the irrecoverable water temperature drop less than a month away heralding the start of the river's winter cycle & in less than a year I'll be challenging both the river & my body to swim the 2 miles & 572 yards of the famous Windsor Lock to lock race probably as its youngest ever competitor. Our time had come for some more amazing sex between us in the nude as we dried ourselves off, Tom laid on a towel, lubed us both up & I straddled him again as he guided his huge cock into my boy pussy, waited for it to settle as Tom lit up 2 cigarettes so as to tame both our rampant throbbing leaking cocks. Once again I rode his huge pole whilst we both massaged our nipples with our hands with every single twitch of my cock making my hole contract onto Tom's pole heightening his pleasure bringing him closer to another hugely intensive orgasm & his pole massaging my love button deep inside me also bringing me closer to that wonderful event of the perfect bonding of a pair of youthful male lovers & sure enough it came on like an express train, our orgasms were so powerful we screamed our heads of at their extreme intensity as both our cocks flooded out their loads of spunk, mine all over Tom & his deep inside me to finish lying in a lovers embrace in our satisfying afterglows before finally retiring for another lovely night together under a bivouac. (13) Next day I dressed in my white linen summer trousers, sheer shirt & tie wearing my white speedo trunks underneath knowing that my entire body could clearly be seen through the sheer garments in the bright sunshine & went into the public toilets opposite the pool in the car park, since going to scout camp a glory hole had now been cut into the dividing wall between two cubicles which excited me tremendously becoming another challenge & a gateway to more sex with my cock which somehow seemed bigger than before the start of summer making a very noticeable bulge in my summer trousers. I entered the building & took a piss, the excitement of being in here fuelled my lust & my cock became rock hard & started leaking my juices which dripped into the urinal, it wasn't long before a man in his late 20's came in & stood next to me, he was smartly dressed in a pair of off white sheer cricket trousers, a white sheer oxford shirt & tie wearing a dark jacket with an RAF badge, he took a piss & kept looking at my cock, nudged up to me & asked. "You look like a nice lad, how old are you?" "13," I replied. "You have a very nice looking cock for a lad of your age, would you like me to show you a good time? I have a boat moored nearby," he put his hand on my rampant cock, gave it a couple of strokes, dipped his finger into my leaking juices, licked it clean & sighed." I walked with him to his narrow boat moored nearby & entered inside into a beautifully furnished interior; he locked the door behind him, drew the curtains, switched on the lights, beckoned me to a seat & lit 2 cigarettes passing me one, he took a magazine from an under seat box passing it to me saying. "This will interest you." I looked at the magazine which had pictures of naked young men & teenagers some of who were wearing the skimpiest swimming trunks I've seen in my life with sides no wider than my thumb in all sorts of erotic poses & some of their cocks were huge monsters, looking at this magazine gave me the hardest cock I've ever had in my life which became so rampant pushing the head out through the foreskin it was tingling with pleasure & squirting my juices several times into my white speedos making such a huge wet patch the entire head became visible & the man said. "It looks like it needs some attention rather urgently." He stripped off totally naked revealing a hugely fat cock not much bigger than mine, laid on his bed taking a tin of Vaseline from his bedside cabinet & lubed us up; I got onto the bed & knelt down straddling him asking. "You want me to ride your cock?" . . . "Uh, uh," was his reply. He guided his cock inside me as I lowered myself onto him & rode him for all he's worth, his hugely fat cock was really tight inside me & felt really good as it massaged my love button I had to stop myself otherwise I would have blasted out a huge load of spunk in seconds & all the time his cock was powerfully twitching inside my hole & mine kept leaking onto his tummy. He stopped me & asked me to lie down on the bed before sucking me off to such a tremendously intensive orgasm I was screaming my head off writhing & kicking all over the bed begging him to stop this torture as he drank every drop of my teenage offering. I resumed riding on his cock with mine becoming hard straight away as he kept grunting & saying dirty talk calling me slut, fag, queer boy & whatever else he could think of when his cock suddenly got really huge & I felt every one of his huge hot jets flood into me. We must have laid on that bed for ages just fondling each other in such bliss before he got up & served me with a delicious fruit pie with coffee which we ate whilst still naked, he turned on his radio & tuned in to Radio Caroline which pleased me immensely as I ate his pie & drank his coffee before I finally got dressed into the clothes which I had sprayed my love juices into which still had a huge wet patch, he counted out 5 one pound notes, gave them to me & I walked back to the toilet block & sat in the cubicle waiting. It wasn't long before an older teenage boy sat in the next cubicle, I beckoned him with my hand & his cock came through the hole which I sucked off & swallowed his offering of teenage spunk giving him such a tremendous orgasm he screamed his head off calling me all sorts of names, left & ran off. (14) Bernie & I spent our last weekend night of the holidays in the US Army pup tent camped at our usual spot beside the river skinny dipping & more sex between us, for our meals we used up the remainder of our field rations for both the evening meal & breakfast for which we bought some bacon grill, brought along an egg each & some cereal in a small plastic container. For our evening meal we opened a tin of chicken curry heating it up in the water which cooked the rice in a large mess tin on a hexamine cooker which we ate with a generous sprinkling of raisins washed down with coffee while it was still light whilst listening to Radio Caroline & chatting about our imminent return to school for our third year (Year 9), my impending sessions with the swimming club at the indoor pool at nearby Slough training right throughout the winter & honing my life saving skills. After dark Bernie laid down on a towel with both of us totally naked after I explained how I wanted to ride his cock which is a new method for him & certainly got his interest as well as our teenage lust for each other taking hold of us, I lubed us up & owing to the number of cocks which had pounded into my boy pussy in recent days his just went straight in & his cock too had also increased in size & girth as well as both of us having grown a little more in our growth spurts together with our hair becoming even longer which now made us both look like girls . His cock was also more rampant & twitched more powerfully than before as well as leaking more of his juices into me which massaged my love button making both my cock & balls tingle with the added excitement adding to the heightened feelings of pleasure, I wanted this session to last & to be the best so I kept stopping as I rode his teenage pole whenever those feelings built up so as to prolong the moment when we both came, all the time my love juices had kept leaking onto his tummy as well as shooting out a couple of thin watery squirts. As I rode my friend's pole the sensations were awesome with my hair tickling me in a nice way & having given him such a good fucking session I went for it feeling his cock hugely expand inside me & squirting several powerful jets of warm spunk flooding my insides triggering my cock to blast out several huge jets of spunk all over him as well as flying out several feet making my boy pussy clamp onto his cock with each contraction giving us both such tremendous orgasms that we both screamed our heads off, We just laid there for ages in our hugely satisfying afterglows in a lovers embrace kissing & fondling each other with my spunk on both our bodies & his leaking out of my boy pussy before we entered the water totally naked for a long relaxing skinny dip which was most exhilarating in the still warm water of the river owing to the good summer we had, this was our special night on the river which we enjoyed to the full washing the spunk off our bodies, our cocks & my dumping the last remnants of my friends spunk giving some opportunist fish a good mouthful, we looked at each others forms in the water which was likened to a work of art with both our pubic bushes enhanced against our sun bronzed skin & our soft cocks flailing about whenever we swam on our backs. We finally exited the water probably some time around midnight, dried ourselves off to enter the blackness of my tent & with the light of my torch I buttoned up the entrance & kept it turned on so we could finally enter the comfort of our sleeping bags in its light before we both were comfortable in our beds for this night & switching the torch off instantly plunged us both into total darkness for a good quiet nights sleep. To be continued?