Date: Sat, 9 Aug 2014 12:20:49 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Motorcycle Dealer

			     Motorcycle Dealer

A story of some of my experiences as a motorcycle mechanic at a Honda
dealership by Vintagespeedoboy, this is entirely a work of fiction.

				   2005

I have been working in the motorcycle industry for 35 years & during that
time I've met a lot of very interesting people & worked on all sorts of
machines, my career started at a well known Honda dealership in Melbourne,
Australia in 1970 & like most teenagers at the time I underwent the usual
initiations which are a rite of passage for a teenager starting out
culminating with the workshop foreman placing an oxygen/acetylene balloon
bomb right outside the toilet when I was taking a shit one morning.

When the balloon exploded with a hugely loud bang, my ears was ringing for
at least a quarter of an hour, the door sounded like it had been hit by an
express train & the entire floor was just one brilliant flash of light,
this scared the living daylights out of me & when I finally came out of the
toilet, everyone was laughing at me including the boss, I had to go to the
tea room & make myself a cup of tea soon to be joined by everyone else
including a sergeant of the Victoria police who came in asking who was
responsible for the explosion, I knew straight away that he was in on the
gag & said.

"Come on sergeant, why don't you join us for a cup of tea?"

In some ways the adventure started 2 years before, I had left school at 16
having taken my exams despite a horrible home life, my father was always
drunk & I suffered constant beatings, I just simply had enough, took my
passport, packed my rucksack & headed for the oceanic terminal at London's
Heathrow airport, after a good ferret around finding someone's used BOAC
ticket folder & ticket in a bin, I sat down contemplating my thoughts when
the final call was announced for a BOAC VC-10 flight to Melbourne,
Australia.

I had sellotaped a used cabin baggage tag onto my rucksack, waited about a
few minutes then hurriedly walked to the departure gate flashing the
passport with the ticket folder saying.

"I'm on the BOAC Melbourne flight; sorry I'm late I had to have a shit at
the last minute."

The man at the gate looked surprised, looked at his watch & said.

"Here sonny, you better run like hell if you don't want to be left behind,"
the VC-10's over there," as he pointed at the aircraft.

I had to run like hell with the rucksack bouncing all over watching the
steps being taken back shouting at the top of my voice. "Wait for me!"

My shouts were obviously heard as the steps were replaced, I ran up them
showing my documents to a surprised stewardess who immediately guided me to
a seat at the rear of the aircraft where another one took my rucksack &
fastened my seat belt for me, I was now sat on board a VC-10 airliner bound
for Australia without a ticket.

They say that BOAC takes good care of you & they certainly took good care
of me during the flight, after almost a day in the air I became horrified
when another passenger said to me.

"We're about to land at the world's most dangerous airport, Hong Kong's Kai
Tak airport."

OMG, this event was really happening, I watched as the aircraft descended
low over a mountain & followed the slope down, suddenly it banked steeply
to the right as I watched a checkerboard with a red light whiz right under
the wing, the aircraft kept up the turn flying low over the buildings of
Kowloon probably taking off TV aerials in the process to finally land on
runway number 13 & became amazed that the aircraft didn't run off the end
of the runway into Victoria harbour even after a short field landing which
was really scary.

I did finally make it all the way to Melbourne & arrived with 20 quid in my
pocket to start a new life & more adventures.

I have now become what's known as a blue & red, a dual national, a holder
of both countries passports & the rest is history with loads of good
memories, now to the story.

Fast forward to the present, My name's Tom Fullbrick, everyone called me
full prick in my younger days & still do, I have recently returned to the
UK to sort out my parents affairs as a result of the death of my father &
now having to take care of my mother & working Saturdays for the local
Honda dealer.

I'm sat at my desk getting my head around the newly introduced MOT
computerization system & having motorcycle MOT tests rolling in one after
the other when the workshop door opened & a raucous sounding 4 cylinder
motorcycle entered the workshop with its rider wearing race leathers
wondering how on earth he entered here in the first place, he took off his
helmet & said.

"Hi Tom, I'm Vivian, your new service manager, I'll be upstairs in my
office when you're finished, I just have to get out of my leathers as it's
so hot today"

I replied. "Hold on a minute, aren't you going to show me around your
bike?" as I placed it onto a paddock stand.

I was gazing in awe at a Honda CR750 race bike parked in the MOT bay, OMG,
this bike's the stuff of dreams, it looks like a brand new motorcycle taken
straight from the Daytona races of 1970 yet it was fitted with lights &
those tiny direction indicators, its fuel tank was made of aluminium, the
rear hub was made of magnesium alloy with a fearsome twin leading shoe rear
brake, I saw that the machine had the proper Keihin smoothbore CR
carburetturs with mesh bellmouths, the front wheel had twin discs fitted
with the correct Honda brake calipers, both wheels were on flanged alloy
rims, it even had the correctly shaped 4 into 4 exhaust system fitted with
baffles for the road, everything about this bike was pukka which must have
cost him a fortune, I was drooling & dreaming, bikes like this are only
normally seen in photos or on youtube & this one was certainly the real
deal.

I entered its details into the computer & thought, 'Oh shit,' DVLA doesn't
have the machine on the system & yet the machine has a correct H
registration suffix letter for 1969/1970, oh well I'll just have to do this
by hand, I've always been a stickler for correct details after all the
documentation is also the provenance of the machine which in this instance
is a historic vehicle which is exempt from annual vehicle road tax although
it requires an MOT test certificate each year.

Just to hear this bike run when I started it up made my cock go really
hard, it was truly an awesome machine, when a machine of this standard is
presented for a test it would be a very rare event to find anything wrong
with it resulting in a failure, I needed to record the machine's details
into my pocket note book, Registration & VIN numbers, weight & roller brake
test results, next time all I would need is the speedometer reading.

What was most upsetting especially to bosses during those early days of MOT
computerization was that a test was supposed to take 40 minutes, I
completed the test in 10 minutes & spent the next half hour working on a
customers machine returning to the computer to fill in the test results,
with the pass certificate printed off & placed into a plastic wallet, I
took the document to the office & knocked on the door hearing him
say. "Come right in."

I entered the office to find him wearing erotic woman's underwear, OMG, he
was wearing black sheer stockings & suspenders, tiny black nylon panties
with a matching black nylon athletic type crop top, I became totally
speechless & in a state of shock & surprise, my cock which isn't exactly
small became as hard as a rod of iron & started leaking a watery white
liquid into my shorts, his bulge certainly didn't conceal his cock inside
those panties & there was a huge wet patch on the front.

The sight of him triggered primal lust within me just like when I was a
teenager, he hugged me straight away feeling my cock through my shorts &
massaging my nipples through my tee shirt as over 30 years of inhibitions
faded away together with the fond memories of teenage sex with young lads
returning with a vengeance.

He opened up my rear pussy hole & massaged some KY jelly inside before
presenting his fat cock at my hole which went straight in to his balls as I
bent over his desk, just him leaving it in there felt awesome, his cock
kept jerking with very powerful jerks doing the most wonderful things to my
love button inside especially when a squirt of his warm white watery liquid
gushed deep inside me.

I became so worked up with the constant tingling of the head of my cock &
that lovely feeling inside my balls that like a teenager I didn't last at
all when those feelings built up to such an intensity as jet after jet of
spunk fired out of my cock landing on the desk without me touching it, I
was almost screaming my head off writhing all over the place seeing stars
when he held a powerful hand over my mouth to silence me, my pussy hole was
clamping like mad onto his cock triggering his huge gushes of warm spunk
right inside me, we both experienced such a huge afterglow I had to roll up
a joint & smoke it, the aroma of that burning weed must have wafted right
through the building when he said to me in a very authoritative voice.

"Hurry up you dirty bastard & clean that lot up."

I returned to the workshop to commence another MOT test on a Norton
Commando, as I worked through the test, spunk was leaking out of my hole
into my shorts, I quickly had to excuse myself from the customer & slink
into the toilet dumping the remnants of a huge load down the pan hoping to
god the customer didn't see the wet patch at the rear of my shorts,
thankfully he didn't, but his 16 year old son certainly did & quietly
slipped a piece of paper into my hand with his mobile phone number saying
very quietly.

"Ring me tonight when you finish."

After finishing at the motorcycle shop for the day, I went home, threw my
clothes into the washing machine, took a shower, had my evening meal & rang
the number on the piece of paper, the youngster answered it & I asked him.

"What are your plans for the evening?"

"I'm getting dressed ready to go out, may I come over to your place?"

"Yes, that's fine, I take it you want to talk about bikes & maybe watch
some of my DVDs, I'll come & collect you & maybe we could have a drink
together, whereabouts do you live?"

"Pick me up from the car park outside the Windsor Leisure centre."

I had those feelings when you know that a person wants sex & put on a black
pair of nylon Speedo swimming trunks, a souvenir from my swimming days &
one of many which I kept in my underwear drawer with a close fitting black
nylon Players vest, a combination of underclothes which I love to wear
owing to their lovely erotic feel from the silky nylon material followed by
a sheer pair of white linen summer trousers & a sheer white shirt both of
which showed my underclothes & body through the material.

I drove over to Windsor in the bike shop's pick up knowing that he will
recognize the vehicle, I entered the car park to see a beautiful looking
shoulder blade length dark blond haired teenage girl wearing lipstick, high
heeled shoes, black stockings with suspenders, an ultra short black mini
skirt which showed the crotch of the black nylon panties, a black close
fitting nylon crop top holding a hand bag & smoking a cigarette from a
cigarette holder.

She opened the passenger door when I said to her.

"Sorry miss, you're getting into the wrong vehicle, I'm here to collect
someone else."

"You're Tom the bike MOT man, looks like my clothes have fooled you and I'm
Patrick,"

OMG, it really was the 16 year old lad dressed as a girl, the clothes he
wore were highly erotic & triggered primal lust in me, my cock instantly
became hard just like the old days; it was twitching wildly inside my
speedos & leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, I couldn't resist running my
hand along his stockinged thigh & before long my hand went up his mini
skirt feeling the silky smoothness of his nylon panties & the form of his
huge rampant leaking cock & large nylon encased balls which had made a
sizeable wet patch soaking the front of his panties with his watery white
love juices.

The scents of his love juices were now wafting around the inside of the
pick up, my hand was almost soaked having felt the wetness & licked it all
off loving its sweet taste, I arrived at my house, let in my guest for the
night, made us both a coffee before rolling up & sharing a joint.

We were hugging & kissing like real lovers & he pushed his tongue inside my
mouth, not having experienced this for a long time I was clearly not used
to it, I started fondling his breasts massaging his nipples when I suddenly
realized that he had false breasts underneath his crop top, to all intents
& purposes this was a beautiful teenage girl I was making love to but
underneath the clothing was a teenage boy with a huge cock about 9 inches
long & as fat as a golf ball.

We had plenty of time so I put on a few pornographic DVDs, fortunately I
had quite a good selection with gay, she-male, transsexual &c, the first
one I put on was a group of long haired Japanese teenage schoolboys all
dressed as schoolgirls followed by a teenage gay movie filmed in a nudist
camp after which I used the wireless keyboard & mouse to switch on the
computer which used the large flat screen TV as its monitor & selected the
Nifty archive site to read some of the stories on there.

Patrick loved reading these stories & both of us were sitting there with
our cocks fully hard, it wasn't long before we went into my bedroom to have
the most amazing sex together.

It started with us passionately kissing, hugging, making love & humping our
nylon encased cocks into each other, his panties could barely contain his
huge package, I went into my drawer & fished out a pair of size 32 inch
black nylon speedo bikini brief style swimming trunks still in the packet
with its tag, they were brand new & have been inside my drawer for over 20
years, I gave them to him & his eyes lit up with a huge smile as he said
with a very excited voice.

"OMG, thank you very much, I've always wanted a pair of these but you just
can't get them any more," he kissed the packet, put them inside his handbag
& we both stripped naked

I lubed up my cock & his boy pussy hole, opened him up & laid on the bed,
he knelt down straddling me facing my head & gently lowered himself onto my
cock which went straight in, he was obviously no stranger to having man
sized cocks up there & his huge cock dwarfed mine.

He rode up & down on my pole in a state of bliss massaging his large bullet
like nipples with dark brown areolas the size of a Red Bull can on his well
developed pectorals which were almost breast like, a constant flow of
watery white juices oozed from his cock onto my chest with the occasional
squirt which flew out about 3 feet while his cock waved up & down like a
wand, the only hair he had on his body was a thick dark blond pubic bush
which he kept there as he was still at school & changed in communal
changing rooms whenever he had sports sessions.

Every time his cock jerked it squirted out his love juices & his teen pussy
clenched onto my cock bringing me nearer to an explosive climax, I massaged
my nipples which took me over the edge as gush after gush of my spunk
flooded deep inside him as his huge cock blasted out at least a dozen
widely spaced huge blasts of spunk which flew out several feet some of
which landed on my face & hair, the pillow & the headboard of my bed, his
cock kept on jerking long after his offering of teenage spunk was spent
with his pussy's clenching taking me through a lengthy torturous orgasm
making me scream & writhe all over the bed whilst Patrick had a cheeky
smile on his face.

We both laid down snuggled up to each other in a hugely post orgasmic
afterglow with Patrick falling asleep on top of me with a beautiful smile
on his face, I felt so relaxed I too fell asleep with him until morning to
wake up with him looking over me with his hair in my face still smelling of
shampoo & his rock hard cock hard against my stomach oozing out his love
juices like a leaking tap.

We both took a long shower together, dressed in our vest tops & black
speedos & went for our breakfasts, in the cold light of day I was left with
a serious amount of cleaning of both my bed & bedclothes as a result of our
wonderful night of passion which I would gladly repeat a thousand times
over with this beautiful youth,

I checked my emails & there was one from Rick, a very old friend of mine
who owned a narrow boat named the 'Countess of Clewer', his email enclosed
several photos of his vessel & I called Patrick over saying.

"Here Pat, here's something you should see, it's my friend's narrow boat."

I showed him the photos which he sent me & Patrick was clearly interested,
I showed him his earlier photos taken of The Lynch, an island on the River
Thames, I remember camping there on my first scout camp when I was 11,
Rick's photos brought those wonderful memories flooding back as I lovingly
recounted those days from long ago, I certainly remember the huge tree on
the island which must have been at least 100 feet high which is no more,
all that's left is about 15 feet of its huge trunk lying almost horizontal
& stripped of bark, it must be at least 6 feet across & Patrick's eyes lit
up when he saw the caption on the photo which read. 'The swimming hole
tree'.

As it was the school holidays I knew Pat would have a lot of time on his
hands & the idea of camping on the island appealed very much to him having
seen its potential, it was isolated, the nearest road was at least a half
mile away, it was well wooded with clearings, the swimming hole tree was
the local diving platform, it was the perfect place for sex, nudity &
skinnydipping, a phone call to Rick, a trip home for Pat to change & grab
his camping kit & we were on for a short stay on the island.

Rick met us at Shiplake church, a Norman church situated on top of the hill
overlooking the River Thames where Tennyson was married, we made our way
downhill through the grounds of Shiplake College to a manicured riverbank
where the Countess of Clewer was moored awaiting our arrival.

We boarded the boat & Rick started its single cylinder Petters diesel
engine, cast off the mooring lines, fended off the bow with a long pole,
selected forward gear & we were on our way at a very slow leisurely pace to
The Lynch with its engine running with a chug chug exhaust note.

Having moored at the island this was my first look at it in all those years
& the memories of that scout camp over 40 years ago came flooding back, we
found a nice clearing in the middle of the island & having both camped in
tents I wanted Patrick to experience a night under a British Army
basha. Whilst in the reserve forces I spent many a night under these
shelter sheets, better known in Australia as hoochies, Patrick loved the
idea & having brought along a British Army DPM camouflage shelter sheet,
Pat & I erected our Basha as a low profile flat sheet about 2 & 1/2 feet
high using bungees, jute twine &c strung between the trees, laid out an
army individual protection kit sheet as a groundsheet & our sleeping bags
before joining Rick on board his boat for a cup of coffee, Rick served a
few chocolate digestive biscuits which Pat rapidly wolfed down being a
typical teenager.

We both changed into our speedos & walked to the swimming hole tree, Pat
looked drop dead gorgeous in those skimpy black swimming trunks as he
stepped onto the tree trunk in the late afternoon sun, just the sight of
him made my cock go hard as these moments brought his boyish self back as
he dived into the backwater, I watched him swim in the satisfaction that he
was a very strong swimmer who had been well taught alleviating any fears as
to his safety in the river.

We spent a most enjoyable time swimming & diving off the tree trunk, my
boyhood self certainly returned on this very special day with this lovely
teenager, his Adonis like youthful form was so perfect, he was the absolute
artists dream of how a teenager should look & looked so picture perfect in
the water, his huge pubic bush prominently displayed above the waistband of
his speedos giving him an erotic appearance to any lover of teens & had me
wondering why this beautiful creation of male humanity would choose to
dress up as an equally beautiful member of the opposite sex, just his
appearance alone with his huge cock could get him any girl he could ever
wish for yet he loved having sex with males.

Rick was a highly successful university professor in both fine art &
photography & an award winning photographer, the Countess of Clewer
certainly bore testament to his earning skills with either a camera or a
paint brush as one of the spoils of his station in life, the boat looked
immaculate both inside & out, it was luxuriously furnished inside &
equipped with a large flat screen TV which was also his computer monitor, a
Smiths 8 day clock from an old Bedford OB coach took a prominent position
on the far wall, a solid fuel range cooker gave the only hint of his old
school living methods together with a solid fuel cast iron stove, although
he could listen to the radio from his TV he preferred the sound quality
from an old Hacker Herald VHF & multi band portable radio which he acquired
as a bargain from a car boot sale, it was after our spell in the river that
we both dried off & joined him for a well cooked Chinese evening meal on
board his boat.

After the meal we watched a movie on DVD, Rick loves to watch old movies &
being an Air Training Corps cadet, Pat loves aircraft so the movie we
settled on was 'Airport' released in 1970 starring Burt Lancaster, Dean
Martin, George Kennedy, Van Heflin & Helen Hayes as the dear old biddy
wearing a fur coat & a pom pom hat, I loved the multiple storyline of this
movie & with retirement just over a decade away I have started my first
inroads into writing a book & watching this movie helped sow the seeds of
one along similar lines with a teenager as the central character during
which I asked for Rick's A4 writing pad & took some notes before looking
for stories about aircraft stowaways & the Boeing 707 airliner itself
taking down further notes.

With the coming of the night I wanted Pat to experience both nudity &
skinnydipping; we both took off our clothes & walked around the island
totally naked apart from wearing shoes, gradually he became used to being
naked, his huge cock swinging around as he walked added to his erotic
appearance until we finally stepped onto the swimming hole tree, once he
reached the end he was now at least 10 feet above the water & in full view
of anyone who happened to be on the opposite bank, he stood there with his
arms outstretched in the setting sun, a beautiful creation of male youth as
he readied himself & dived into the water followed by myself.

Gradually more & more of his inhibitions towards nudity faded away as he
became more & more confident with his body, he swam a text book perfect
front crawl stroke for about 100 yards upstream whilst I watched from the
tree trunk, his arms exiting at the hips to spear the water in front of his
head, he breathed in from his right just as that hand exited the water with
a prominent bow wave coming off from his head, a small splash occasionally
erupted from his feet as he swam the stroke using a two beat leg kick, his
bubble buns rocking slightly from left to right with the stroke, I have
watched a lot o people swim in my time to know that this youngster was
good, a training course for the National Pool Lifeguard qualification would
give him some earning power during his last 2 years of school to leave at
18, Rick also had other plans for him, using his contacts he had already
arranged for him to become both an artists life model & a male or female
escort, Pat was now on his way to earning some serious money with loads of
sex into the bargain.

It was once again time for the most amazing sex & this time it was me who
would have his cherry taken by this beautiful teenager, I was about to
receive the biggest cock ever in my entire life which graced a 16 year old
youth whose still attending school, he took his time stretching my vintage
pussy hole out to receive his invader & lubed us up before he began the
slow process of pushing his huge cock home with him uttering.

"Bloody hell Mr. Fullbrick, you are so tight in there, I'm really going to
enjoy this."

OMG, this was really hurting like hell, Pat's patience won the day as he
just took a long rest & smoked the joint I prepared for him, his huge cock
kept on jerking powerfully inside me constantly feeding me his warm love
juices & I felt the warm squirt gush inside me every time a gush of his
love juices erupted from his cock making my pussy hole grab onto his cock,
I have yet to meet a teenager who could last with his cock buried inside
someone's pussy hole & Pat was no exception as his huge cock expanded
further stretching out my pussy hole with the first huge gush of warm
teenage cum flooding inside me, my cock was now firing off its fusillade of
cum onto the ground making my pussy clench onto the poor boy's cock giving
him such an intense orgasm he was writhing & screaming his head off
throughout his torturous orgasm & even with his balls now spent those jerks
of his cock seemed to carry on for ages adding to his suffering before his
cock finally deflated & he pulled out.

He laid on top of his sleeping bag in another sleepy post orgasmic
afterglow whilst I made us a thick sweet hot chocolate drink for our
nightcaps which slowly aroused him from his partial slumber to gently take
sips of the warm sweet liquid whilst chatting to each other & finally
retire for the night, in my case it was a short walk with spunk running out
of my pussy hole to dump it somewhere quiet.

We enjoyed a really good night's sleep & woke with birdsong all around us
on a fine sunny morning, the trees on the island gave us shade from the sun
although there was a grassy area by the swimming hole tree where one could
sunbathe in the afternoon, being a typical teenager, Pat just lay inside
his sleeping bag just as he would do when having a lie in at home, I cooked
our breakfasts of bacon, eggs & baked beans knowing that the cooking smells
would soon drive Pat out from his sleeping bag whilst Rick made the toast &
a pot of coffee on board his boat.

Pat Joined us for breakfast wearing only a pair of light blue thin silky
nylon running shorts which he sometimes wore as underwear bearing a
prominent wet stain on the front as evidence of his leaking love juices
during the night & served himself with generous portions into his British
Army mess tins, sat town & tucked into a hearty breakfast whilst we
listened to my transistor radio to Classic Gold on 1431 KHz, a local
station which plays music from the 1960's/70's & 80's, afterwards we
boarded the boat to watch TV & a couple of movies when my phone rang with
Vivian the shop manager on the line requesting an urgent return of the
pickup to collect a breakdown & to perform a few motorcycle MOT tests
resulting in a quick change of plan, I quickly grabbed the keys whilst Rick
started the engine & dropped me off at the riverbank near to the church
leaving me to walk up a steep path, start the pickup & drove to the
dealer's.

I collected my car from the rear of the shop & returned to the church,
walked down the path & followed the towpath to the island to be met by Rick
in a small dinghy powered by an old British Seagull outboard which is the
boat's tender & ferried onto the island to board the boat for the lunch
which Rick cooked for us.

Later that afternoon a group of lads came to the island on their bikes,
stripping down to their swimming trunks & swimming across to the island
having left their bikes & clothes on the mainland, they all looked about 12
or 13 & spent most of their time jumping & diving off the swimming hole
tree, watching this group certainly triggered fond memories of my youth &
the scout camp here as I sat & watched them, a while later 2 older lads
wearing rucksacks turned up on their bikes each with a bundle lashed onto
their racks, parked & sat down watching all the fun, one of them called out
& I asked a boy to swim over & find out what they want, he soon returned
with the answer saying.

"They're looking for someone to ferry them onto the island."

I called out to them. "Just wait there, there'll be a boat along for you in
a few minutes," at which one of them returned a thumbs up sign.

Rick started up the engine, cast off & navigated the countess around the
southern end of the island slowing the vessel down before berthing on the
mainland, both lads hefted their rucksacks & bikes on board & were ferried
onto the island, after quickly exploring the island they pitched their old
olive green German Army 2 man pup tent next to our basha, changed into
their swimming trunks & joined the group at the swimming hole tree.

I noticed that both lads who looked about 14 rode identical mountain bikes,
wore identical clothes consisting of close fitting sheer black lightweight
nylon sleeveless tops which showed off their upper torsos & somehow they
both appeared to have pointed breasts with their huge nipples & areolas
easily seen through the thin nylon material, ultra short cycling shorts
with the hems at crotch level resembling square cut swimming trunks,
identical trainers & socks, had long flowing dark blond hair which went
halfway down their backs, I was looking at a beautiful pair of identical
twins named Peter & Paul & I couldn't even tell them apart.

Both lads changed into their black tiny Speedo swimming trunks & joined the
group at the swimming hole tree, their pointed breasts made them both look
like girls swimming topless with their partially developed feminine
appearance, the only thing which showed them as boys were their large
bulges inside their swimming trunks, that pair were obviously sporting
large cocks inside their swimming trunks & apart from Pat & I, they were
the only others wearing speedos at the tree trunk.

It had become a place of joy, of youthful boyhood playing & banter, even
the huge age difference between myself & the youngsters didn't matter at
this magical place, with my having held both lifesaving & lifeguard
qualifications for almost 40 years I felt a moral responsibility for their
safety in the water & actually commanded their respect, all the youngsters
behaved impeccably as they took their places in line on the tree trunk
waiting their turn, everything else went out of the window with them doing
bomb dives creating splashes which erupted upwards about several meters.

All those lads came from Reading on their bikes & I suggested to Rick to
give them all a lift back on the countess, when I gave this news to the
group they became ecstatic, this boat trip would certainly be an event in
their lives & enabled us to catch up on some shopping, the trip to Reading
was at least a good hour at the slow leisurely pace of the countess with
its engine put putting all the way, they were such a nice group that Rick
took out a 2 litre bottle of Old Jamaica ginger beer & poured them a
plastic cup each with a platter of McVities Home Wheat chocolate
digestives, with such Moorish temptation placed before them with these
biscuits it surprised me just how well behaved these lads really were.

With the countess now moored at Reading Bridge, the group of lads
disembarked & thanked us for the trip before riding off, Rick & I went
shopping leaving both Pat & the twins on board to look after the boat, as
soon as we were gone, Pat drew the curtains, locked the door as the twins
teenage insatiable lust erupted with Pat now becoming the centre of their
ministrations.

They both ripped their clothes off exposing their rock hard 7 inch cocks
nested in thick pubic bushes & set to work pleasuring Pat whilst he laid on
the bed, the sight of Pat's huge rampant cock spewing out his love juices
fuelled rampant lust in both twins, it seemed as though they had the
uncanny knack of communication by thought as Pat now stood up whilst Paul's
cock slid inside his boy pussy hole & Pete's cock went into Pat's mouth,
with the simultaneous fucking & sucking both twins didn't last long at all
as both of their cocks unloaded their huge loads of boy spunk into both of
Pat's receiving holes as Pat's huge cock fired his enormous load all over
Pete's chest by itself.

Pat now entered his sleepy afterglow whilst both twins hurriedly cleared up
the evidence of their moments of passion before relaxing in their
afterglows when Paul saw Pat's tin, the thought immediately transferred to
his twin brother as the tin was opened & both of them rolled a joint each,
lit up & smoked them in their continuing afterglows, the aroma of the
burning weed became overpowering inside the boat waking Pat up from his
partial slumber & in a state of alarm he shouted.

"You two; hurry up & for god's sake open all the windows & get dressed
right now!"

No sooner had they got dressed when they heard footsteps on the boat, the
key turning in the lock & both Rick & I entering the boat with the shopping
& Rick saying out loudly.

"What the hell's been going on here, this boat stinks of weed & you've got
all the windows open, what if a copper had been walking past?"

Both twins had sheepish looks on their faces & it was Paul who said.

"We took some of Pat's weed whilst he was taking a nap."

When Paul said that, I immediately knew what those twins had been up to
especially with them helping themselves to some of Pat's weed & the huge
after leakage on Pat's lightweight running shorts said it all, Rick saw all
of this, said nothing & gave me a wink.

Rick started the engine, cast off & turned the countess around for the
leisurely slow return trip to the island, berthed the countess & cooked our
late evening meal, the twins washed the dishes with Pat drying them up
before we sat down to watch a pornographic DVD & Rick booted up his
computer & went onto the nifty site, he looked at the gay male-masturbation
section & found a lovely story titled 'Speedo stories' about a 12-13 year
old named Devin written in April 1996, I loved this story to bits as it
reminded me of my first year in secondary school, I attended a school with
a very strict uniform code which included wearing lightweight silky nylon
bottle green bikini brief swimming trunks made by Speedo in Australia which
had to be specially ordered so boys took care not to lose them, it was all
we were allowed to wear at swimming lessons without any exceptions.

Like most boys I wore them as underwear having my underpants inside my
duffle bag which I would change into after swimming, the memory of that
first morning period came flooding back when my cock sprang a boner in
class inside my swimming trunks which felt so awesome the tingling feelings
just kept on building up until I felt a liquid squirt out of my cock into
my trunks all by itself making a small wet patch on my school uniform
trousers.

Those feelings were so awesome when I squirted & they just died away, I did
think that I pissed into my trunks but what actually happened is that my 12
year old cock had shot its first ever offering of clear boy spunk thus
starting me onto a lifelong love of these lightweight nylon swimming
trunks.

During the coming days afterwards I must have tried all sorts of techniques
to make my cock shoot more spunk inside those trunks & the best results I
got was with a boy called John who was the best all round sportsman at his
school, his family came from the Greek island of Crete & we spent many
sessions humping into each other making our cocks shoot our spunk into our
swimming trunks.

Luckily his mum worked at a swimming pool during the summer & she let us
raid the lost property basket for more pairs of those speedos & we managed
to acquire several pairs between us.

This was my last night on the island as I had some work to be getting on
with & decided to make a night of it firstly by having myself & the 3 lads
walking around the island totally naked followed by a really good
skinny-dipping session which included all of us diving off the tree,
afterwards Rick dug a fire pit & lit the camp fire where we all had to
think up & perform skits just like I did when I was in the scouts followed
by each one of us telling jokes & ghost stories, my story was the best one
of the lot, it would be when I have many years on the lads which was titled
'Jumbo to Shangri-La', this is a story about those on board a Boeing 747
which became lost & finally made a forced landing at this mystical place,
it was a story on similar lines to 'The phantom coach' by Amelia Edwards.

The story starts with a young engineer who's late for his flight at a
remote airport having to run out to his aircraft before it departed during
a tropical storm & boards the wrong aircraft altogether, during the flight
he notices the poor condition of the aircraft, the corpulent appearance of
the passengers & cabin crew, he leaves his seat to complain to the captain
about the poor condition of the aircraft & the musty smell throughout the
cabin to be met with total silence & piercing stares from both the captain
& the first officer at which he returns to his seat, an announcement is
made over the public address that the aircraft is now landing, it is faint
& he remembers the name of the airport as Shangri-La, the aircraft is now
descending through steep mountainous valleys with its wingtips barely feet
from the sides of the chasms twisting & turning sharply, it's so
dangerously close to the rocks & flying so low that it must be taking the
tops off the trees to finally bank sharply as it enters a beautiful valley,
everything about this place is so idyllic & untouched by human hand, huge
trees which have stood for millennia graced the valley some of which easily
exceeded 500 feet in height, truly a loggers paradise with the world's
current insatiable demands for timber, animals believed to be long extinct
grazed here, wooly mammoths wandered in their herds, others carried a
mahout seated on their necks, these hugely tusked animals were so docile a
lot of their mahouts were just young boys, the aircraft had landed onto a
very short runway & protested severely at the punishment meted out to it
during its short field landing.

He is met off the aircraft by an ancient llama with long flowing white
hair, it's huge length supported by young boys carrying those ancient locks
which must be all of 50 feet long, he still walks with the air of a young
man & when he takes his seat the boys set to work combing his hair, they
talked about so much, of the world's history, wars, technological
achievements, books, modern communications, space travel, medical advances,
there was so much for him to tell the ancient man.

He was taken into the great library; here were some of the scrolls & books
from all the libraries of the ancient world including the great library of
Alexandria right through the centuries, he had even seen the detailed plans
of what became known as 'The Antikythera mechanism', this was a complete
treatise on this device, recovered from an ancient ship off the Greek
coast.

He read a complete account of the murder of Cleopatra by a person who gave
her a bowl of figs containing a deadly snake, this man wore a solid gold
signet ring with a gold eagle set in black jet & carried a bag of coins, he
had boarded a Quinquereme, a powerful warship which contained a deadly
cargo to make his escape, this ship required a pilot to navigate out of the
harbour, the account of the sinking mentions the earthquake which struck
Alexandria, with the ship having to rapidly get under way, the cargo hold
contained huge amphora's containing olive oil & other goods were still
being tied down & secured by the light of oil lamps when the ship struck a
sandbar, with the lamps falling onto the floor igniting the flammable olive
oil from the broken amphorae starting a raging inferno, one of those
amphorae contained a mixture of sulphur, charcoal & nitrate which is
detailed in the ship's manifest & destined for Rome, it was a cargo which
could indeed change the balance of power in the meditteranean, it exploded
blowing a 3 meter wide hole in the hull which sank the ship in seconds, the
amphora contained gunpowder.

The revelation of this account was truly stunning & would result in a total
re-writing of the history books, there was more shown to him by the ancient
llama, within the scrolls were medical literature practiced by the
ancients, here was knowledge priceless beyond belief, cures for the world's
most crippling & debilitating diseases all contained within this ancient
building, all of the world's top universities would benefit from all the
knowledge contained here, finally there was the revelation that the people
here have unbelievable life spans of which the eldest had lived for
millennia, the ancients having already decided that he was to return to the
world carrying a message, hand scribed in a roll of papyrus, he walked out
to the aircraft which had been re-fuelled by a long line of people passing
cans of fuel to empty into the cavernous fuel tanks of the 747, everyone
waved him goodbye as he took his seat & the engines started up, the huge
aircraft taxied to the very end of the runway & powered up its engines with
the brakes holding the aircraft fast whilst groaning & flexing to the
punishment being meted out before the captain released the brakes, with
those engines blasting out every single ounce of power, the aircraft shot
off down the runway & left the ground as it reached the other end, it went
into a steeply banked spiraling climb with those huge turbofans droning as
it slowly climbed narrowly missing the steep sides of the valley as it
went, the turbulence coming off the slopes making the whole aircraft
structure flex & shake with huge wing flexions & the engines waggling on
their pylons until it left the valley & the flight became smooth,
succumbing to tiredness he fell asleep.

He awoke in a hospital bed, the details of his accident were unclear & of
which he had no recollection, he was found soaked to the skin suffering
from exposure near to where his aircraft was parked, long since departed,
as he recovered from his ordeal his faculties returned & were perfect yet
his story wasn't believed by anyone as it was too far fetched, beside his
bed on the bedside cabinet lay the scroll given to him by the ancient
llama, it was his proof that he indeed was on the Jumbo to Shangri-La.

Everyone had listened intently to the story which I told at the camp fire,
the diminishing light from the dying embers signaled the passage of this
wonderful evening with these beautiful youngsters, an almost unbreakable
bond had now been forged across the generations on this magical island,
their hand clapping gave me the satisfaction that I had told them a really
good story, one of which may be told again at another camp fire to
youngsters yet to be born, Rick made us all a nightcap of oxtail soup
before we all finally retired for the night.

The following morning we rose together & went skinny-dipping & diving off
the tree trunk before walking back totally naked & drying ourselves off, my
gaze fixed on both twins breasts which had quite a feminine appearance &
having just been in the water their huge nipples were now sticking out, I
thought it would be quite likely that perhaps in about a year's time they
would both be sporting boobs & quite possibly partner ministrations may
well result in them lactating, both Pat & I sucked on Paul's huge nipples
first which made his cock go rock hard as our suckling made his balls
tingle & within minutes several jets of spunk erupted from his cock without
him touching it.

As we took our mouths off his breasts he had indeed produced beads of a
white liquid from both his nipples, we turned our ministrations onto Pete
whose cock was already rock hard, we both suckled on his huge nipples & got
the same result as he too shot off his spunk without touching his cock &
also produced beads of a white liquid from his huge nipples.

Both lads were surprised at the revelation that they had indeed produced
small drops of milk & became ecstatic at their newly found trick of their
bodies; I could see that they were very close & felt confident that they
would be adding this new activity to their sex together, we dressed for our
breakfasts & with my time here coming to an end, we exchanged phone
numbers, emails &c before leaving for home with Patrick.

Once home, I checked my emails, sorted through my mail & made us both a
coffee, there was an email from a photographer friend of Rick's who lived
in the west end, his offer of a photo shoot for Patrick was too good to
pass up, with his portfolio published it wouldn't be long before escort
agencies would be taking an interest, he already had an excellent girls
outfit & he had his smart suit to wear, what he needed was something
different, he would need a set of sheer whites which would be made to order
in Thailand, his trousers had to be sheer enough to expose the entire
silhouette of his legs as well as showing the colour of his skin & his
underwear through the material, his shirt would also have to exhibit his
upper torso showing off the lines of his musculature & his nipples must be
clearly seen, I already had the details of the company which made mine who
also make a faithful replica of the Speedo swimming trunks without the
speedbird logo in a very thin silky white nylon material which go totally
transparent when wet, I carefully measured Patrick up & emailed his sizes
off to Thailand, I received the quote next day for their off the peg items,
paid for them by electronic transfer which meant they would soon be
arriving at my door by air.

It was now up to my bedroom for more amazing sex with this teenager as we
ripped off all our clothes & with the spare clothes taken to the island,
threw the lot into the washing machine & I laid on the bed, Pat lubed up
his boy pussy & my cock, straddled me which is his favourite position &
lowered himself onto my rampant leaking pole & rested there, his huge pole
was jerking strongly making his boy pussy hole constantly clench onto my
cock adding to the heightened sensations in both my cock & balls, somehow
his nipples seemed to be larger as they protruded like bullets from his
pectorals, his massaging them adding to his pleasures as a constant ooze of
his love juices together with frequent squirting flowed from his cock.

Pat started riding my pole adding to the intense sensations I was already
experiencing with his huge cock waving up & down with his motions leaving a
pool of his watery love juices on my stomach & some on my face when a
squirt flew out of his cock which I licked as it had landed around my lips
savouring its taste when he suddenly grunted as his first huge jet of spunk
flew out of his cock followed by several more widely spaced jets finishing
with a pool of his spunk on my chest.

Still his huge pole kept on jerking long after his offering was spent, the
clenching of his pussy hole triggered a fusillade of spunk from my cock
flowing deep inside him with such an intense orgasm, I was writhing &
thrashing all over the bed screaming & begging him to stop as he carried on
with a sheepish grin until the intensity of his orgasm forced him to stop,

We just rolled onto our sides with my cock still inside him & remaining as
hard as iron kissing & fondling gently when a gentle slumber overwhelmed
him leaving him with an expression of contentment on his face, I got up &
left him asleep on my bed, somehow I couldn't seem to take my eyes off his
beautiful naked form, now suntanned from our stay on the island.

After lunch I dropped Pat off at his place & we arranged to keep in touch,
he was shortly due to go off on camp & I did wonder how the ATC cadets let
him wear his long hair, his reply was.

"I just tuck it inside my beret & whenever my beret comes off I just put it
into a pony tail."

I drove to Vivian's & entered his large cavernous garage which is his
workshop, outside was an immaculate white 1970 Dodge Challenger RT 440 cu
inch magnum with a 4 speed manual transmission with a Hurst pistol grip
shifter, 6 pack carburetturs & left hand drive with the old style black &
white UK registration plates bearing a personalized number plate, OMG, this
American muscle car's the real deal, I just couldn't stop drooling over
this car which reminded me of the movie 'Vanishing point', I thought to
myself. 'If only its plate number was OA 5599.'

I entered the workshop to find Vivian with 2 Japanese men immaculately
dressed from Honda looking over one of George Beale's replica 250cc RC166
Honda six cylinder grand prix racing motorcycles from the 1960's, I just
couldn't believe what I was seeing, I set up my toolkit up to work on
another machine on a hydraulic work bench supported on a paddock stand,
this too was another machine which had me gazing at it in total amazement,
it was a Rob North framed Honda CB750 in the red, white & blue Honda
Britain race colours identical to the Phil Read replica 1978 Honda CB750
sporting a 4 into 1 race exhaust system, Keihin CR smoothbore carburetturs,
an identical rear wheel to the CR750, a front fork setup identical to the
works Norton's with dual Norvil disc brakes & flanged alloy wheel rims, I
knew this machine had a larger capacity 836cc engine fitted having built it
myself.

My task for the day was to run up the machine & check its electronic
ignition timing has been set correctly after the triggering unit developed
a fault & was replaced, to start it meant taking the machine off the bench
& using the start up rollers.

Vivian mounted the machine & backed it onto the rollers, I hit the switch
as he selected second gear & released the clutch which resulted in the
engine turning over for a few seconds until it fired up with an exhaust
sound similar to that of a grand prix racing car as Vivian kept on revving
the engine by blipping the throttle until the engine warmed up with myself
& both Japanese men watching in utter amazement.

With the strobe unit from his old Honda SRH500 tester connected up together
with my digital meter set for RPM, I checked the new unit & made some minor
adjustments before locking down the fixing screws, this item really was a
fit & forget unit, I removed the test equipment & reassembled the machine
for the photographs the Japanese men had came to take.

There was a lot of interest in this machine especially from the Japanese
gentlemen which was a replica, the original which is the only genuine Rob
North framed machine is languishing in a private collection, Vivian's
machine had been built up using a modified frame normally used for BSA &
Triumph triples, it too was one of a kind & was a more realistic build to
what the Honda factory may have built, the original machine is a Brands
Hatch lap record holder on the old grand prix circuit.

After fettling the Honda, the Japanese visitors took loads of photographs
of all the machines & we entered his house for a cup of coffee & a long
chat during which I lovingly described my career which started at the Honda
dealer at Ascot Vale in Melbourne culminating in being awarded the
technician of the year award for the State of Victoria in 1975 & presented
with a Honda hand tool kit in a yellow box with a flip up lid & lift out
tray which was certainly noticed by the Japanese visitors & still sporting
the Qantas air cargo label.

We both showered & had a very nice evening meal before settling down to
watch a movie followed by Vivian putting on a 'Vanishing point DVD, another
coffee & a pornographic DVD on his huge flat screen TV when the fun
started, he led me into his bedroom onto a spacious double bed where we
fondled, kissed & made love to each other, his hands glided expertly over
my nipples, breast & stomach sending highly intense jolts of electricity
through me, our cocks got as hard as iron & then came the surprise, he
dressed me in a pair of frilly nylon panties, stockings & suspenders & a
thin nylon nightie before he done the same, this was a totally new
experience for me which was awesome to say the least, his hands glided over
my stockinged legs before fondling my cock through the thin nylon material
of those panties almost making me come with his ministrations & wetting the
panties with my love juices before he unclipped the suspenders, removed the
panties, laid me on the bed, placed both my legs onto his shoulders &
slowly entered me with his rampant thick leaking cock lubing up at the same
time with his love juices until he was balls deep inside me.

After resting it there during which I felt every single one of his hugely
powerful jerks which did the most amazing things to my love button inside
sending the most intense sensations to my cock & balls making it jerk
powerfully with the head now pushed out of the foreskin by itself gliding
pleasurably on the nightie's silky nylon material leaving a wetness.

He pounded into me ever so gently & slowly hoping to prolong this lovely
session, the thoughts of my being dressed as a woman, the motion of his
cock gliding in & out of me as the palms of my hands glided over my erect
nipples with all this electricity brought me to a hugely intense orgasm as
a huge load of my spunk blasted out of my cock all by itself into the
nightie immediately followed by Vivian breeding my pussy hole with an
enormous load of warm spunk flooding deep inside me.

I just laid there in the most amazing afterglow I've ever experienced &
went into a partial slumber with my cock still jerking away long after my
load was spent, after a while he cleaned off my cock with tissues & put the
panties & suspenders back on, it was a lovely warm night & we just snuggled
up to each other for more lovemaking before we fell asleep.

During the night, both our cocks got rock hard & we both humped into each
other with the head of my cock having pushed out through its foreskin &
gliding on the silky material of the panties as our cocks pounded into each
other, already the panties were wet from my leaking love juices & with each
session during the night, they got drenched together with his spunk running
out of my hole into the panties.

Come the morning it was my turn to fuck him using the same position & once
again experiencing a tremendous orgasm which almost had me screaming my
head off & my legs almost giving way as my load flooded into him with his
cock blasting into his nightie.

After relaxing in our afterglows came the photo shoot where I was
positioned on the bed in various stages of undress culminating in my being
totally naked.

I haven't had a session like this with anyone since I was a teenager which
was truly amazing, all my inhibitions about wearing women's clothing
totally left me during the night & after we both took a long shower we had
a very filling full English breakfast.

I arrived home & checked my emails to find one from the twins who wanted to
return to the island at the weekend, I checked my schedule & arranged for
Dorian the workshop supervisor to cover my Saturday, phoned the twins who
were ecstatic & asked them to be on the riverbank at Reading bridge with
their mountain bikes & kit to await Rick who would collect them in the
countess, the arrangements worked well as he would be shopping that morning
as I spoke to him on the phone so all the lads had to do is wait by the
boat.

That morning I drove there & parked opposite the church, I took my mountain
bike out of the car & re-fitted its wheels, hefted the rucksack containing
my kit, rode downhill through the grounds of Shiplake College & followed
the towpath to the island opposite the swimming hole tree, took a swig from
my bottle of ginger beer & waited for Rick to berth alongside with the
countess for the ferry trip to the island.

Once on the island we erected our bashas, both the lads now had a DPM
camouflage British Army basha each & buttoned theirs together whilst I
erected mine just a few feet away from them, looking at our encampment
reminded me of those days in the reserve forces camped out around various
parts of the country & on exercise, we used the British Army 1958 pattern
poncho during most of my time in & were issued shelter sheet bashas in my
last years & kept our ponchos, loads of which I have back home having
brought one each for the twins to use as cycling capes when they ride to
school.

We laid out our bedding &c, changed into our swimming trunks & went
swimming & diving off the tree trunk until lunchtime, there was the usual
number of kids there as well as a few teenagers attending summer camp
courses at the college, there was also a few tents erected on the island
mainly at the large clearing at the southern end showing just how popular
this place can be.

After lunch, Rick ferried us onto the mainland with our mountain bikes & we
went for a long ride for most of the afternoon enjoying the nice sunny
weather & stopping for frequent drinking stops along the way finally
returning in the early evening, changing into our swimming trunks for a
short spell of swimming & diving off the tree trunk whilst Rick cooked our
hotpot in his Dixie over an open fire with it sat on a metal grate as he
occasionally stirred it.

The cooking smells were definitely exciting the twins' nostrils making the
impatient & adding to their hunger pangs, it's never ceased to amaze me
just how one teenager could have such a healthy appetite capable of eating
his parents out of house & home & there was a pair of them in my presence.

Rick dished out our meals into our mess tins & we sat down on the ground in
a circle eating our meals whilst Rick boiled up a billycan of water, threw
in the teabags, honey, condensed milk & ladled the tea into each mug thus
making it the nicest cup of tea ever to wash down a meal.

The twins done the washing & drying up before we boarded the countess to
watch a couple of movies, after that with the numbers of other campers on
the island we would have to have our sex session on board.

Whilst watching the movie, each twin snuggled up onto Rick & I with their
ministrations, fondling, kissing & making love working both of us up to a
lustful frenzy when we ripped all our clothes off, we both laid on the bed
with each twin straddling us & lowering themselves onto our 8 inch cocks &
resting there for a while, the sight of these identical teens totally naked
on top of us was unbelievable & when they started riding our cocks, just to
hear both their grunts, dirty expletives &c fuelled our lust even more &
their motion must have started a rocking motion of the boat, they both
rubbed their huge nipples with the palms of their hands, their cocks waving
up & down like wands both spewing out their love juices, several times we
dipped our fingers in the teens' elixir & licked them clean.

The Teens just couldn't last as blasts of spunk flew out of both their
cocks with their boy pussies clenching onto our cocks triggering both of us
to flood their chutes with our spunk with highly intense orgasms making
them scream.

They went into a very satisfying afterglow snuggling up to us in an almost
dream like state with lovely smiles on their faces, we must have remained
like that on the bed for ages when they finally got off at a late hour, I
rolled up a joint & shared it out amongst us ending with Rick making our
nightcap hot drinks, getting dressed & returning to our bashas by
torchlight.

The following morning Rick took the countess with all of us on board to
re-fill the water tank, empty out the chemical toilet, re-fuel the diesel
tank & buy a few groceries which entailed taking the boat through Marsh
lock both ways, with this being quite a scenic reach of the River Thames,
it made for a very nice trip out in the boat, with our awareness of
escalating property prices, council tax rates &c, owning one of these
vessels certainly made economic sense, with it came the freedom to travel
almost anywhere in the country albeit at a very slow pace, one disadvantage
is not having the postman call at your door, the only visitors were Rick's
personal ones & mooring on the island certainly kept unwanted opportunist
visitors away.

With the morning now passed, it was time for our Sunday lunch & another
departure from this idyllic magical place back to our lives again.

After Patrick returned from summer camp with the cadets, he phoned me up
arranging another collection with a friend of his from the leisure centre
car park, Patrick met myself dressed as a girl & had brought along a friend
he introduced as Rob who was also dressed as a teenage girl.

The pair of them certainly looked stunning, Rob wore a white see through
micro mini skirt showing off his ice blue bikini panties even from the
distance of a football pitch away together with the silhouette of his hip
area with a white see through blouse which perfectly exposed the bra he was
wearing underneath & his whole upper torso through the material, his black
stockings were sheer & held up with a suspender belt & he wore high heeled
shoes, his long flowing blond hair hung all the way down to his bottom &
was positively the longest hair I have ever seen on a person, he carried a
crocodile skin handbag & they both smoked king sized cigarettes from long
cigarette holders, Rob was certainly a distraction to any driver passing
him on the road, he was the same age as Pat, the best of friends since they
were small & as he sat in the front seat of my car I could see that he
certainly was packing a real monster of a cock which was barely contained
inside his bikini briefs making a huge bulge through the mini skirt & there
would certainly be a real surprise from him.



As I drove the car home I couldn't resist gliding my hand along the
stockinged legs finally feeling a huge erect nylon encased cock about 10
inches long & nearly the thickness of a Red Bull drinks can with a huge
wetness around its bulbous head which had penetrated through to the mini
skirt, & yet I also smelled something else, it was the unmistakable scents
of a girl's pussy.

Rod was eliciting a lot of sighs, moans & speaking dirty expletives as my
hand caressed his huge rampant leaking & jerking cock, my hand cupped his
large balls finding his bikini briefs soaking wet with his juices as they
constantly flowed out from him & onto the car seat, I caressed his breasts
suddenly realizing they were real & estimated them to be at least a 36C, I
needed to know a lot more about my passenger & would do that when I got
home.

Rob's appetite for sex was insatiable, as soon as we were inside the house
he was humping his huge cock into mine transferring his already huge
wetness onto my white linen trousers which penetrated right through to my
speedos, as he continued humping me, both a watery white & clear liquids
trickled down the insides of his legs & eventually onto his shoes, rampant
lust ran through me as I quickly led him upstairs, took all our clothes off
& felt him all over, Rob was born a boy & right in front of me stood a
beautiful teenager who to all intents & purposes was indeed & looked like
an Adonis youth except for full female breasts & underneath his balls was a
fully functioning female vagina, Pat looked at me with a sheepish grin
asking.

"What do you think of my rather special friend now?"

I became totally speechless in the presence of this being trying to
understand what sort of freak of nature this was?, white liquid globules
were already oozing from his huge bullet shaped nipples, he guided my cock
inside his leaking wet pussy whilst both Pat & I suckled on a nipple each
to be rewarded with the sweetest tasting milk from his breasts which was so
Moorish we both ravenously suckled & drank a fair quantity, the motions of
his vagina hole combined with him moving his legs from his hips in a
scissor motion were so awesome making those feelings in my cock & balls
build up whilst thin jets of watery white fluid squirted out of his cock
several times & like a teenager I didn't last long at all as jet after jet
of my spunk gushed into his vagina shortly followed by a lot of widely
spaced huge jets of spunk flying out of his monstrously huge cock but the
party wasn't over yet.

I pulled out & Pat quickly planted his huge cock inside his vagina &
pounded away like a possessed rapist, such was the lust now coursing
through their bodies with sighs, grunts & dirty expletives coming loudly
out of their mouths whilst we both drank more of the offering of sweet milk
& watching the performance of my life.

Once again Pat just couldn't last as his huge offering of teen spunk gushed
into Rob's vagina with such an intense orgasm he was screaming his head off
as more spunk flew out of Rob's cock followed by a huge gush of fluids
erupting past Pat's cock all over his pubic hairs & balls onto the floor,
what took place was totally unbelievable & now there was a lot of mess to
clean up.

The pair laid on top of my bed in their sleepy afterglows whilst I tried to
get my head around what had just taken place, I have heard about
hermaphrodites & have even watched one in a pornographic DVD, they usually
had a female body but Rob had a male body with ample breasts which produced
the sweetest milk I've ever tasted rather like the condensed milk from the
military ration pack tubes & his cock, a true monster to be hanging on a 16
year old which not only sprayed out his thin white watery love juices, it
must literally shoot spunk by the bucketful with at least 20 massive
squirts flying out several feet, then there was the huge gush of watery
liquid erupting from his pussy, I've heard about girls who do this & it's
really messy, whilst they slept I searched the internet to see what I could
find, Rob was rather likened to a creature from the ancient world & I did
find the name for it, he was a true chimera.

Lying on my bed fast asleep is a teenager who could command the highest
premium from the world's pornographic movie producers & for whom a ticket
on Concorde to New York JFK would be likened to him paying a bus fare to
school, a living breathing multi millionaire before he's even come of age,
I took my pocket digital camera & photographed the 2 sleeping beauties
taking several exposures & quietly placing the camera in my hidden safe.

The two woke up from their partial slumber & came down for a coffee totally
in the nude, as we drank our coffees, my gaze kept fixing onto that huge
cock of Rob's which soon became fully erect & started leaking out his love
juices & this time he wanted to pound it into my pussy hole, we returned to
my bedroom where I laid down on my bed, he placed my legs onto his
shoulders & slowly fed his rampant leaking throbbing cock inside me, after
a long rest with it jerking & feeding his love juices with squirts erupting
out of his cock, he pounded me slowly & very gently with every stroke
massaging my love button fuelling my rampant lust & adding to those
wonderful feelings in my cock & balls whilst he massaged his huge nipples
which were oozing milk which ran down his stomach in rivulets & him feeding
me his milk from his fingers, his long flowing hair kept brushing over my
stomach making electricity flow with highly ticklish sensations as he kept
uttering grunts & dirty expletives, Pat lit up & passed him a joint which
he smoked as he fucked me with every single jerk, every single squirt of
his love juices feeling like electricity in my pussy as a continuous flow
of juices from his vagina trickled copiously down the inside of his legs
onto the floor.

Soon I felt his huge cock harden like a rod of iron & start jerking like
mad before the first huge gush of his spunk flooded inside me triggering my
cock to blast out several jets of spunk which flew everywhere, followed by
a second as my pussy hole started clamping onto that huge cock & then
another one when suddenly a huge gush of liquids erupted from his vagina
giving him a simultaneous tremendous orgasm whilst more of his spunk kept
on gushing inside me with him screaming his head off & slowing his strokes
down to slight slow strokes.

He slowly pulled out & Patrick now fed his cock into my already enlarged
pussy hole going in straight to his balls & pounding away whilst he
massaged his nipples with the palms of his hands & he too came in a very
short time firing his huge load of spunk right inside me with spunk leaking
out past his cock & onto the floor, I had now taken the biggest cock in my
entire life, went into a hugely satisfying afterglow & almost fell asleep.

Meanwhile both teens went downstairs & Rob opened his handbag taking out a
breast pump & Pat started expressing milk from his breasts decanting it
into a small jug & made some more cups of coffee sweetened with honey &
returned with the cups on a tray, as I drank the beverage he made for me, I
became pleasantly surprised at how good it was & asked him.

"How have you made this, it's really good."

"I've used your honey & milked Rob for some of his breast milk," as Pat
looked at me with a sheepish grin, shock & surprise racked through me,
breast milk is something my mother would have fed to me as a baby & at my
stage of life I had no clear idea of how it would taste & have never
suckled any out of the women I've had sex with & here I was drinking a cup
of coffee made with breast milk & it was truly delicious.

We showered as a threesome huddling closely together before each one of us
washed singly, Rob looked like a mermaid as he dried & combed his hair then
we all went naked as a threesome into my bed with a hot teenager either
side of me & even when I did eventually fall asleep I had a complete night
of erotic dreams & swore my cock was rock hard through most of the night.

After breakfast I checked my emails & read one from Thailand which
confirmed that Patrick's see through whites were on their way & gave me a
tracking number, I had quite a number to answer so I set up the PS2 games
console with Grand theft auto-San Andreas & let both teens enjoy themselves
with their hoots, sighs, laughter as they played the game, Patrick loaded a
cheat which results in whatever vehicle CJ's in a collision with, that
vehicle blows up.

There were 2 emails requesting my services for the 'Thread Doctor' service
which I do as a small business, the first one was from the local quick fit
for Volkswagen caliper shaft threads, a nice quick easy job of which I seem
to have been getting quite a few lately & it's always on a high mileage
vehicle, the issue is the torque reaction of the caliper on the caliper
shaft pins, a quick examination shows the threads to be OK when they are
not, over time they have become enlarged until the pin no longer screws in
solidly in the thread together with some poor teenage mechanic being blamed
for shoddy workmanship (I must have saved a few from getting the sack
whenever I enlighten their bosses to the problem).

Being a high duty application, I always use the German 'Time sert' on these
jobs with a specially purchased pilot nose insert tap which saves the use
of a drill, some minutes later I finished the job & took a cheque for 80
quid before going onto my next job.

During my thread doctor assignments you always get the poor soul who's
strapped for cash, I must admit I've had quite a few of those, some you can
help & some you can't, this next job certainly looked like being a doddle
until I became confounded by the lack of a spare part at the dealers.

It was an old Honda CB250N superdream owned by a teenage student who
certainly was surprised to see me especially as my name is on the last few
MOT test certificates spanning over 10 years, this machine is a 'hand me
down' from his father which has been reasonably well maintained, this 18
year old teen who's a student at college now rode this machine & was
undertaking an oil & filter change when he rounded the head off a sump
plug, I asked him in a comical voice.

"Here, Jordan; what have you gone & done now?"

"I've stuffed up the sump plug on the bike & dad will kill me if he finds
out that I've called you out."

"Don't worry, I'll soon have that plug out in a jiffy & then you'll be on
your way."

Using a special socket made for such purposes I had that plug off in the
jiffy that I said, saying to him.

"There you go, came out easy peasy, job done," or so I thought.

I rang up the spare parts department at the dealers asking if they have a
sump plug for a Honda CB250N in stock, the lad's world fell apart when the
reply came back.

"Sorry old mate, none in stock, I'll have to order it from Honda, should be
with us tomorrow, I have noticed that it's a 14mm size which I find is
rather strange especially as we've got a box full of the 12mm size which
most bikes use."

This became a problem I had to get my head around; my brains don't function
without coffee & asked.

"Jordan, It's time to get the coffee on whilst I think this one out."

"Sure thing Tom," I rolled up a joint & relaxed as the mild effect of the
weed coursed through my body when he brought out the coffees & took a
couple of pulls on the joint, with the coffee coursing through my veins my
thoughts became clearer when a similar situation had occurred in Melbourne
with a 1974 Honda civic 1200cc car.

The young apprentice there also rounded off a sump plug & the dealer didn't
have a replacement in stock, this situation happened right in front of the
customer, they didn't have a spare courtesy car, the boss was blowing his
stack, the foreman wasn't any help either, the poor teen was in tears &
finally it fell to me to sort the problem out.

What made the problem easy to solve was the size of the tap, a 12mm x 1.5
insert tap was exactly the same size as a 14mm x 1.5 standard tap therefore
the solution was to fit a 12mm helicoil insert into the existing 14mm
thread, once I had this sussed out, the job was done & the Honda civic was
on its way with the customer giving me a 20 dollar tip.

As the fog cleared from my brains & the memory of that day in Melbourne
came back, I went through the van & brought out the 12mm sump plug time
sert kit, with the thread already in place I cut the recess for the
insert's shoulder & whilst Jordan held his machine over, I cleaned the
thread with brake cleaner, dried it out, applied loctite to the insert,
lubed the insertion tool & fitted the insert, the final thing now was a
trip to the dealer for a 12mm sump plug & washer.

Jordan had called the Thread Doctor totally unaware that I was going to
carry out the repair; with his father being one of my MOT test customers to
have taken 80 quid from the teen was not the done thing, we made small talk
in the van as I drove to & from the dealer for Jordan to complete the tasks
on his motorcycle.

As we both enjoyed another coffee, Jordan said to me.

"Tom, you sure are one hell of a clever bastard, you certainly know your
stuff all right, it's a shame there aren't many of your type around, my old
man was right about you."

We both sat down in the living room drinking our coffees when I saw a
magazine next to me on the settee, I picked it up to see it was a gay
pornographic magazine & flicked through the pages, seeing those photos of
young men & teenagers really turned me on with my cock getting as hard as a
rod of iron especially with a teenager sat next to me sneaking glances at
my huge bulge when I asked him.

"Whose magazine is this?"

"I, um think it's mine."

"It either is or it isn't, you really should take better care not to leave
things like this lying around, what if your mum sees it?"

He thought for a while as I passed him back the magazine when he asked me.

"Have you, did you do it with anyone?"

"When I was your age, yes I did fool around & I expect you have already."

"Yes I have, I've always wanted to do it with someone older & I have
thought about you every time I've come to your shop but was too afraid to
ask."

"I've always been easy going & yes, at my age I do have a lot of
experience."

"So you could give me a really good time then?"

"If that's what you want, why don't you pop over on your bike now that it's
fixed to my place?" I gave him my card & he replied.

"I'll be over in about an hour," & then I left, on the drive over I
couldn't get Jordan out of my mind, the thing which bugged me was the
magazine on the settee, everyone I know always kept them stashed away, it
became patently obvious that he intended me to see it, he's a nice looking
teenager with dark brown hair in the usual short back & sides style with
brown eyes standing almost 6 foot with an athletic build gained when he was
a competitive swimmer during his secondary school years, I trained him for
his National Pool Lifeguard Qualification last year which enabled him to
work part time at the local leisure centre which he sailed through with
flying colours.

I checked my emails & my telephone answering machine, being the height of
summer the duty manager left a message asking if I could work an evening
shift tonight, I picked up the phone, rang the centre & was put through to
Vikky who asked me.

"Tom, I'm really stuck for lifeguards tonight, any chance you can work," in
her usual pleading voice.

"Yeah, go on, put me down."

She heaved a huge sigh of relief saying.

"God bless you Tommy Fullbrick, you really are a life saver, I owe you
one."

"A coffee would be nice," then the call ended."

I heard Jordan's Honda pull up followed by the doorbell ringing; he dumped
his army green day sack rucksack onto the settee & asked.

"Did Vikky give you a call from the centre?"

"Yes she did & I'm working there tonight."

"So am I, it should be a really good crack."

Jordan took off his crash helmet & motorcycle jacket, being a warm day he
was now wearing a pair of jeans & a black sheer silky nylon athletic vest
whereas I was wearing a tee shirt & shorts, he moved his rucksack to one
side, sat next to me with a rather sheepish grin & asked.

"Can we carry on where we left off?" we couldn't get to my bedroom fast
enough.

I got a real surprise when he took off his jeans; he was wearing a pair of
royal blue speedo swimming trunks underneath & his cock was already hard,
this teenager really was eye candy & had me wondering how long he had
really been waiting for this moment, he gave me a huge hug, planted loads
of kisses & humped his cock into mine, lust must have been raging through
this teen for at least an hour & he knew exactly how he wanted me to do him
as he asked me to lay down on the bed after ripping my clothes off.

He knelt down facing me with his legs straddling either side of me &
lowered his teen pussy onto my rampant cock which went straight in assisted
by the lube which he obviously put in before he came out which told me that
this teen certainly knows what he's doing & is already experienced, being a
fit nubile young lad he rode on my cock hell for leather whilst pinching &
massaging his nipples, pre-cum was oozing out of his 7 inch cock in a
trickle down to his balls as it swung up & down with his motion, he was
grunting loudly uttering dirty expletives calling me a dirty old bitch when
suddenly several jets of spunk shot out of his cock flying a few feet in
rapid succession with some of it landing on me as his pussy hole clenched
rapidly onto my cock fuelling my load blasting deep inside him.

We laid in a lovers embrace with him planting loads of kisses uttering
thank you & saying that I've given him the best fuck he's ever had, we
quickly showered & went downstairs.

We both ate a light snack with coffee whilst I fired up the computer &
switched it onto the flat screen TV to look at my photos, Jordan became
highly interested with the ones of the island showing the swimming hole
tree, our campsite with our bashas, Rick's boat, Rob & Patrick dressed as
girls, motorcycles which I photographed in the workshop &c &c as he then
asked me.

"I've now left the army cadets but I still have all my kit, would you mind
If I tagged along on your next visit to that island?"

"Sure you can, you're more than welcome to come along & it'll be a really
nice experience for you."

That evening we both worked through our shifts with myself meeting &
greeting the usual faces of swimmers & having brief chats &c, evening
shifts in a leisure centre are busy what with hourly equipment set ups &
take downs &c followed by a hectic end of shift cleaning of all the
changing rooms &c, this is where the youngsters go through all the lockers
retrieving coins left behind by the centre's patrons at the end of a shift,
just before we finally were about to leave the building Vikki bought us our
coffees from the vending machine in reception before setting the alarm &
locking the door.

Jordan & I sat on the benches outside just chatting in general whilst we
drank our coffees when he asked me.

"Here Tom, would you mind if I crash at your place tonight?" a sleepover
with a lovely teen was now on the cards.

With his motorcycle parked safely in my garage, we entered the house &
immediately threw our centre uniforms into the washing machine, Jordan
immediately fired up my PS2 & loaded 'Need for speed-most wanted', as I sat
beside him watching him play it immediately became apparent that he is
expert level at this game, I comment to him about some of the scenery being
reminiscent of sections of the Isle of Man TT course, after more coffee we
showered so as to wash our sweaty bodies which is the norm for those
working a late shift during the height of summer.

Once refreshed & dried off from our shower, it was now my turn to receive
Jordan's invading pole inside my pussy hole, no longer the proverbial
spring chicken, kneeling & straddling over him is no longer an option at my
age yet I really envy the youngsters who are nubile enough to perform in
this position, I would have to settle for the time honoured missionary.

After lubing up with KY jelly from his rucksack, he pushed his 7 inch
teenage pole inside me which went in straight away, he rested for a short
while with lust coursing through his body, already his voice had changed as
he pounded into me uttering grunts, dirty expletives & within less than a
minute he flooded my pussy as his spunk gushed into me with several
squirts.

We just laid there kissing & fondling each other in our passionate
lovemaking before the lateness of the hour overcame us & we slipped naked
into my bed & went to sleep like lights going out.

The following day, Jordan returned home after breakfast & I went onto the
computer to order the spare parts for a couple of motorcycles I was working
on (We called these jobs back yarders down under or private jobs (PJ's) in
the UK) when the phone rang.

Rick had indeed come up trumps with an escort agency after emailing them
their photo's, I was to take them both dressed as teenage girls to a
private club in the west end & wait outside, having rang them both asking
them to get dressed with their make up on I picked them up & drove them to
their venue for a 9pm meeting with their client.

The chauffeur driven Rolls Royce stopped outside & its young immaculately
dressed chauffeur came out, he was a strikingly handsome blond haired youth
aged about 18-20 with piercing bright blue eyes & spoke with a Russian
accent, he walked up to them totally ignoring the traffic now building up
behind the car with horns blaring & lights flashing, they were admitted
into the back of the car to find an immaculately dressed dark blond haired
teenage youth of 18 sitting in the back seat & sat either side of him as
the car drove to a large house at Wentworth in Surrey, during the drive
down the pair spoke totally in Russian finally to arrive at a huge pair of
steel gates with a gate house outside manned by a security guard.

He brought out an electronic device similar to a large PDA which the driver
swiped a card through followed by placing an eye piece onto his eyepiece,
the machine was then used to photograph both lads dressed as girls & took
their fingerprints, finally a button was pressed on the machine followed by
the heavy gates opening about a minute later.

They were admitted into the house after driving down a long tree lined
drive, there were a lot of very high end cars here such as Ferraris,
Lamborghinis, an original 1966 Ford GT40, an original 1969 Toyota 2000GT in
pristine showroom condition, a Panoz GTR road racing car from the USA, an
original 1930,s type 35 Bugatti plus a whole host of luxury cars, there
obviously was a private function in progress.

They were both escorted through all the guests by our rather young host &
given rather large glasses of Dom Perignon 1953 vintage champagne & could
only wonder in amazement what that bottle costs & this is the vintage
champagne mentioned in the James Bond movies so someone has very expensive
tastes especially of rare elderly vintage champagne.

The evening wore on with the alcohol coursing through their veins before
finally being led to a huge bedroom to be met by Sergei, the driver & Boris
the teenager, whilst still dressed Boris switched on the stereo & played
music before both couples took a long slow dance on the bedroom floor, with
the slow kissing & fondling everyone's cocks got rock hard & Rob's pussy
became wet drenching his panties & his juices trickling down his legs,
pre-cum & love juices flowed from both their cocks adding to Rob's wetness
& making wet patches on their mini skirts together with the visible jerking
of their cocks, Rob's blouse now had wet patches around his nipples as
breast milk oozed through the material of both his garments & started to
run down the blouse in rivulets, the scents from Rob's pussy now wafted
around the room with the trickle of juices having ran down his stockinged
legs all the way to his high heeled shoes.

Both men gradually stripped the clothes off them before they undressed &
neatly folded up their clothes, with everyone now totally naked with rock
hard cocks they lubed up both Pat's & Rob's cocks & their male pussy holes
before lying on the bed to be straddled by both teens as they lowered
themselves onto their hosts' cocks.

Both teens rode their cocks furiously with their cocks waving up & down
with their motions spewing out & sometimes squirting love juices with milk
trickling down to Rob's thighs, Boris kept dipping his finger into the
white liquid savouring its sweet Moorish taste, everyone's voices was a
maelstrom of grunts, mewling & dirty expletives, the room now became heavy
with the scents of body odour & sweat, it was Sergei who unloaded his spunk
first deep inside Pat followed moments later by Boris shooting huge jets of
spunk into Rob.

They now swapped over with Rob now lowering himself onto Boris's teenage
pole & into his vagina giving him the surprise of his life whilst Sergei
straddled Pat, Rob rode his pole slowly whilst using his vaginal muscles &
warning Boris about his huge vaginal gushes which brought a sheepish grin
to Boris's face before riding on his cock hell for leather bringing Boris
to a highly intense orgasm which had him screaming & writhing as huge jets
of spunk erupted from Rob's huge pole with his highly intense simultaneous
orgasms ending with a huge gush of fluids from his vagina leaking past
Boris's pole all over him & the bed whilst Pat's cock kept on blasting huge
squirts of spunk inside Sergei.

All 4 of them walked to the en suite shower & washed all their fluids off
themselves, dried with towels when a doorbell rang, with everyone still
naked Boris opened the door admitting a boy aged about 13 pushing a trolley
containing a pot of coffee, biscuits & cheeses finishing with Pat & Rob
smoking their joints from long cigarette holders followed by a foursome
sleepover in the huge bed.

After a proper breakfast in bed, both Pat & Rob now dressed in their teen
girl's clothes & walked out to the Rolls Royce to be finally driven to my
house by Sergei, I invited everyone in serving them coffees whilst having a
brief chat, Sergei left a card & 2 fat envelopes before he left, both Pat's
& Rob's one night of passion had earned them money beyond their wildest
dreams & now both teens set to work with their ministrations on me just as
the ping pong sounded on my computer with a notification of. 'You have
mail'.

Following a really steamy session with Pat & Rob, I answered Jordan's
email, dropped the pair off & collected him with his rucksack & drove him
to Shiplake church to be met by Rick & the walk downhill to the Countess of
Clewer, Jordan sighed in amazement, chuckled & almost burst out laughing
when he saw the name on the boat knowing that the Clewer district of
Windsor is right next to the leisure centre asking.

"Who thought up the name for your boat?" Rick re-counted the story saying.

"Long story there, it was back in 1966 when I had just bought her from a
scrap yard, she still floated & the engine still ran so like a boy with his
new toy I took her out on the river, even though she was an old tub her
hull still didn't leak & she was still an open barge back then, one morning
it was used to ferry some swimmers up to Boveney Lock for the town's famous
lock to lock race, one of the swimmers, a young lad of 14 wearing bottle
green trunks wrote the name with a piece of chalk on the bow, everyone was
laughing their heads off & I chased the kid around the grounds of their
clubhouse & almost gave him a clip round the ear when out comes their club
secretary, pours some beer on the boat saying loudly.

"I name this old tub Countess of Clewer," of course everyone burst out
laughing, after a while I got to like the name & the rest is history, the
youngster in the bottle green trunks was called John, he truly was a lovely
kid, a boy scout too, he ran away from his father who constantly kept
beating him to Australia about a year later, the last I heard he done very
well for himself out there as well, works for Qantas as a chief engineer."

"John & I were the best of mates & thankfully we've kept in touch all these
years, I really should give you his address & email. I'm sure he would love
to hear from you."

Jordan said. "Your boat's a real gem, she's lovely both inside & out, it
must have been your life's work to have restored her to the condition she's
in now, I just love this boat to bits."

"I'll take you up to the island where you two will be staying, it's about a
half mile away & I expect Tom's already told you all about the place, it's
called 'The Lynch', we'll berth there, have lunch on board & set up your
camp site."

Rick started the engine, released the mooring lines, fended off the bow
with a pole, selected forward gear & the countess leisurely chugged its way
to the island, Jordan loved the scenery around here as Rick took the boat
on a circumnavigation of the island, Jordan gazed in awe seeing this
magical place having only previously seen my photos which captivated him
especially as his gaze fell on the swimming hole tree watching a few
youngsters jumping & diving off the tree stump into the water, although
only a small island it captivated him like a holiday resort.

Rick shortly berthed the boat at his usual mooring spot & cooked our
lunches whilst I explored the island with Jordan, in many ways the trees &
vegetation reminded him of various training areas where he spent nights
under bashas as an army cadet, we buttoned our bashas together & using
basha poles erected it as a low pup tent almost 3 feet high, laid out our
groundsheets & sleeping bags with our rucksacks on top & joined Rick for
lunch.

Rick cooked us a very nice special fried rice dish the equal of that from a
Chinese restaurant watered down with coffee, after the meal we talked a lot
about various subjects & watched a movie, when it finished we returned to
our basha, changed into our speedos & walked to the tree stump joining the
youngsters in their fun, Jordan was in his element as his almost recently
departed boyhood returned as he done somersaults, cartwheels & all sorts of
fancy dives off the tree with the youngsters looking on in amazement, here
he could do whatever dive he liked without any restrictions whatsoever,
watching his lithe young body fly through the air was pure art in motion
frozen only in time by my camera as I took a succession of photographs,
even watching Jordan swim was pure delight almost as if he'd been bred for
the water, the bulge in his speedos just a bare hint of the invading cock
contained within the newer anti chlorine material produced by that company.

Whilst we enjoyed our afternoon at the swimming hole tree, Rick prepared a
fire pit, lit a fire, placed a gate over it & used an old saucepan to
slowly cook a hotpot which had a mixture of meats, sliced sausages, chunks
of ham &c with a mixture of vegetables & a bottle of red wine, he cooked it
slowly over a low fire stirring it frequently with the delicious cooking
smells wafting around the island before ladling it into our mess tins & we
sat down enjoying our meal followed by coffee sweetened with honey.

Jordan said. "You really do cook some very nice food; I've never had
anything as good as this in the cadets."

We teamed up with the washing & drying up when Rick's phone rang with Pete
on the other end.

"Hi Rick, could you please come to Reading bridge in your boat & collect us
with our bikes & rucksacks?"

"Sure, it'll be a short while before I can get under way."

Rick said. Fancy a trip to Reading as I've just received a call from the
twins who'll be joining us."

I said. "Jordan, you are going to love this pair of twins, they really are
a nice fine pair of lads who'll be joining us on the island," his face lit
up with a big beaming smile as he replied. "I'm sure we'll give them both a
good time."

"No Jordan, they'll give you a good time," as a sheepish grin came to his
face.

We departed for Reading on the countess at its usual slow leisurely pace as
its Petters diesel engine ticked over with its chug chug exhaust note
arriving about an hour later, both Rick & I held a mooring line each as
both lads boarded with their mountain bikes & rucksacks, again the countess
chugged leisurely back to the island arriving when the light was now
failing, we quickly assisted them in erecting their basha as another pup
tent onto the end of ours making a shelter over 16 feet long, it was so
roomy it could easily sleep half a dozen lads inside sleeping width ways.

With myself shining my multi LED hanging light, I shone the light so they
could lay down their groundsheets & bedding before finally blocking off one
end with our rucksacks, we stripped off our clothes & walked around the
island in the nude before going skinny-dipping & diving off the tree trunk
in the near darkness of the last part of the disappearing daylight,
Jordan's inhibitions towards nudity were now disappearing fast as he became
more confident with himself, just being in the water with the 3 young lithe
naked forms in the water was pure heaven on earth as a huge full moon began
rising, once again this was going to be our special night especially for
Jordan.

We had remained in the water for what seemed like an age with the moon now
having attained its full brilliance casting its pleasing light onto our
bodies making our skin shine & showing off everyone's pubic bushes in the
water, this night had become one of pure bliss & as soon as we got out &
dried ourselves it too would also become our night of passion.

Jordan & I started by hugging, kissing, fondling & making love to a twin
each as his inhibitions about them being only 14 melted away as we both
suckled on each of their growing breasts to be rewarded with a small
measure of their sweet breast milk which totally astonished Jordan, we both
laid down on a towel each after lubing up our cocks & the twins boy pussy
holes within feet of the tree trunk as each twin straddled us & lowered
themselves onto our cocks before taking a rest.

Jordan simply couldn't believe the sizes of the twins cocks which were
already leaking pre-cum & jerking powerfully before they rode our cocks
hell for leather with sheepish grins on their faces, Jordan simply couldn't
last any time at all & shot several huge squirts into the teen triggering
huge blasts of spunk to fly out of his cock several feet as the teens pussy
hole clenched onto Jordan's cock giving him such a tremendously intense
orgasm he was kicking & writhing on the ground screaming his head off with
the teen laughing loudly.

This was followed a few moments later when my cock blasted deep inside the
teen triggering him to fire a salvo of spunk blasting out from his cock, we
remained in our afterglows with our rock hard cocks still inside both
teens' pussy holes slowly kissing, fondling them in our lover's embraces &
managing to suckle some more of their breast milk, after a while I rolled 2
joints passing one to Jordan which we shared with a teen each adding to our
peaceful afterglows before both teens dumped our loads & we all quietly
retiring for the night.

The following morning we put our swimming trunks on & went swimming &
diving off the tree trunk for a while whilst Rick cooked up & served our
breakfasts on board the countess still wearing only our swimming trunks,
the Hacker portable radio was on & tuned into Classic Gold on 1431 KHz
playing John Paul Young's 'Yesterday's hero', I hadn't heard this one since
1975 & it brought both Rick's & my memories flooding back followed by
Jigsaw's 'Sky high', Jordan really liked this song, again another one we
hadn't heard for a long time as I said to him.

"This song is the movie theme to 'The man from Hong Kong, you'll love this
movie which has plenty of martial arts & hang gliding sequences in it
starring George Lazenby, Jimmy Wang Yu & Caroline Thorne who lands a hang
glider right in the middle of the police barracks parade ground."

"Jordan asked, "That sounds like a really good movie, you wouldn't by any
chance happen to know anyone who's got a copy?"

Rick went into a drawer & after a few minutes ferreting around came out
with a VHS copy saying. "Bingo."

My eyes lit up like beacons in total surprise saying.

"Rick, you really surprise me, I never thought I'd see that movie again."

He started his generator, fed it into his VHS machine, switched on the
large TV, made the coffees & we watched the movie, during the performance
both twins & Jordan became highly excited with all the action sequences.

Jordan & I had to be getting back so the pair of us struck camp & I drove
him home leaving the twins on the island to enjoy themselves together with
Rick knowing they'll be giving him a really good time as well as the story
continuing onto more escapades.

				 The end.