Date: Wed, 6 Jan 2016 12:13:09 +0000
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Motorcycle dealer 10

			   Motorcycle Dealer 10

This is a continuation of the Motorcycle Dealer series which is a work of
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We all had a quiet night's sleep & woke up with the memory of Jimmy's dream
in our minds, the marks on his legs really puzzled me especially as even
modern micro surgery techniques to date have only grafted on small body
parts & even complete hands, yet even the cutting edge technologies of the
USA haven't as yet stretched to complete legs although they have managed to
put someone's arm back on, this was surgery beyond anyone's wildest dreams
performed by a far more advanced civilization who was human, yet they came
from the other side of space & time, knowing they were out there would
indeed give us hope as one day our planet may well call upon them to come &
rescue our own human race from some calamity to our own planet, therefore
the possibilities of them watching us are now indeed very real, fortunately
it was Vivian's day off from the Honda dealer so after breakfast I gave him
a call & took Jimmy round to him.

Vivian truly had an encyclopedic knowledge about these matters including
stories which would indeed make your hair stand on end, I certainly could
trust him with Jimmy & over cups of coffee with biscuits, Jimmy began to
re-count his memories, sometimes he became tearful & Vivian took a very
close look at the marks on his legs using his maglite & a powerful
magnifying glass, what he saw truly astounded him & yes, he too had seen
the gigantic streamlined aircraft in the skies that day.

Vivian showed us a number of You tube videos, magazine articles & newspaper
cuttings which are contained on various websites which only reinforced the
issue of alien life out there, one has to wonder if it's a case of the ones
with more advanced intelligence taking over the ones with lesser citing
that indeed throughout human history this has usually been the case.

Jimmy asked the question as to why the boy who befriended him milked his
spunk daily into a container & what was so important about it, that really
did beg the question, there are already artificial insemination programmes
operating as well as sperm banks which provide some income to cash strapped
students, these are very strictly controlled but what's to say that private
operators don't jump in on the bandwagon & start marketing semen from
Olympic athletes, top businessmen, pop celebrities &c &c at exhorbitant
prices depending on whose semen is bought, it also begs the other question
of the offspring wanting to know who their fathers are? In theory, one
could visualize the scenario of a young teenager somewhere in the world
whose father went down with the Titanic or went off to the First World War
& never came back, whose remains either lie buried in a Flanders field
cemetery or still remain buried on the battlefield having never been found
& listed as missing, but for them to want his semen so badly, there had to
be a reason, perhaps his is the new blood which their population requires?.

Jimmy came away from Vivian's house far more enlightened that morning & at
peace with himself although the question of whether they would come back
for him will always remain unanswered, perhaps they may return for someone
else who will also give them the gift they seek which are questions which
remain unanswered although the worrying prospect has to be someone being
abducted, never to return to this planet.

Jordan & Damian got on with stripping down the crashed Honda cub & gutted
out the entire frame ready for John's magic with the lathe & the welding
torch at Southend airport, after lunch I returned from Vivian's & started
dismantling Ginger's machine whilst Jimmy rode into town with Damian &
Jordan on their mountain bikes during which time they would call in at Four
points, the outdoor activities & camping shop, by the end of the afternoon
I had Ginger's frame stripped right out & both frames ready to go to
Southend in the Volkswagen beetle, this time it would be Jimmy whose going
with Jordan & they'll also be spending some time on Southend beach.

I gave Jimmy some money with a shopping list to buy his items from Four
points & the local army surplus stall in the market, he came back with a
large olive green cadet rucksack containing a British army sleeping bag, a
lightweight German army groundsheet & one of their clip together cutlery
sets, I like these as they are indeed the best made ones on the market
being of very sturdy construction, a British army pocket heliograph/shaving
mirror, a British army basha with collapsible poles, wire tent pegs,
bungees & cordage, a small yet powerful gas camping stove, British army
issue PT shorts & olive green tee shirts plus some other bits & pieces for
the coming weekend, he certainly looked the part walking into my house with
his rucksack on his back making me proud as though he were my own son. I
went through the stuff stored in the attic & gave him some more items to
complete his package, he placed all his gear in my room & both he & Jordan
had an early meal as they were both working the evening shift at the
leisure centre whilst Damian & I packed the Volkswagen beetle ready for the
trip to Southend airport the following morning.

The following morning, the parts ordered for Ginger's Honda cub arrived at
the Honda dealer about mid morning, by then, Jordan & Jimmy were well on
their way to Southend, John called me around lunchtime to tell me that
Ollie's mum had her first day in court & gave me a run down on the day's
events, it looked like the youngster who she supposedly seduced was already
inconsistent with his story which John's solicitor seized upon and
carefully questioned him without putting too much pressure on him thus
saving his thunder for later on whereby he would verbally tear him apart &
have him discredited in court, so far the plan seemed to be working with
Ollie's mum sticking resolutely to her side of the story, there was also
another development whereby the students at his school were also starting
to make his life hell, it wasn't something which either Matt or Andrew
engineered, it was just that Ollie was a well liked person and the rest of
the students wanted to exact their revenge for losing him.

Later that evening, Rob forwarded me the email which he received from
Bletchley park which was good news indeed, the Colossus computer had
crunched a set of numbers for the upcoming Saturday 'Auslotto' draw which
had a very high probability of winning the big one, this could indeed be
the one which would finally sort out Ollie's mum's finances thereby taking
her out of destitution & rebuilding their lives even though Ollie's life
was already mapped out for the next few years, I forwarded the email to
Matt who went out and bought her a ticket in her name which if she won the
big one which was expected to be a triple roll over, they would be set up
for life.

The following morning in court was a titanic battle with John's solicitor
savagely cross examining the poor kid who broke down crying amidst
objections from the prosecutor, the jury retired to consider their verdict
& after about 20 minutes the foreman of the jury spoke delivering a
unanimous verdict.

"We find the accused not guilty of soliciting for sex with an under age
teenage boy, I point out that he is a compulsive liar who has not only set
out to discredit this upstanding woman of excellent character, his lies
have destroyed their family, I therefore recommend that he is charged with
perjury and of wasting the authorities valuable time which could have been
directed to more pressing issues."

The judge in his summing up said to the boy. "What you have done is a grave
crime against justice which this court will never tolerate, I direct that
you are placed into police custody and charged, officers, take him down," 2
uniformed police officers led him away screaming, bawling & crying which
was heard right throughout the building.

The judge said to Linda, Ollie's mum, "I can only offer you my deepest
sympathy for what you and your family have been put through, I therefore
instruct your defending counsel to commence proceedings in order that you
may be compensated for his crimes, Ollie's mum was overcome with tears of
joy she hugged & kissed both Matt & Andrew, then shook, Sebastian's,
Christian's & Jane's hands, then Matt gave her the lottery ticket saying.

"Everyone both here & in England wants you to have this; those numbers have
been picked by the Colossus computer at Bletchley Park in England which I
can assure you will definitely bring you a good result on Saturday," she
hugged Matt & put the ticket into her handbag, after leaving court,
everyone went to Seabrook & had a traditional Australian barbecue meal.

It was late that night when Matt came through on Skype with Ollie sat in my
front room with us; he truly was crying tears of joy whilst Jimmy comforted
him, it was indeed a very long call during which she showed us her UK
certificate of patriality visa & 2 tickets, one was her Auslotto ticket &
the other was her British Airways ticket to London traveling on the same
flight as Jane, Ollie was so overwhelmed with emotion especially as their
reunion was now just days away, his parting words were. "I love you mum."

I bedded Ollie with Jimmy knowing that he would be seeking the
companionship of a bedmate who would comfort him until sleep overcame them,
during those last few moments of wakefulness, Ollie guided Jimmy's 9 inches
of hugely fat rock hard cock inside his female vagina & just let it rest
there enjoying the satisfying feelings of fullness, Jimmy's cock had a mind
of its own as it powerfully twitched inside his vagina triggering its
muscular walls to sensually massage his cock & build up to a huge load of
spunk gushing inside him with several hot huge blasts as Ollie sighed with
deep satisfaction.

The following morning was our usual hustle & bustle jostling for our
showers, myself cooking all the breakfasts with Jimmy's help as he stood in
the kitchen wearing only his speedos, already the expression on his face
had turned to the one I remember him when he was the cheeky young boy
outside the local shop 6 years ago as the knowledge of security in his life
came to him, after breakfast he carried out his chores of washing up &
hoovering the carpets, with the chores completed, he sat at the computer
looking through courses at the local college, I said to him
authoritatively.

"Don't be too long on there as Jordan will be here in a minute to go to
Southend," I heard the sound of the Volkswagen beetle pull up followed by
the doorbell, Jordan entered the house, put the kettle on to make their
coffees & rang Vivian at the Honda dealer from his mobile, he read out a
list of Honda part numbers to him one of which was a muffler for Damian's
Honda C100 cub which had started blowing exhaust gases through a rust hole.

They drank their coffees & were off, I went out to the garage to prepare
Ginger's crankshaft for its rebuild, I recorded the width with a vernier
caliper, scribed a line with a set square opposite the crankpin, extracted
the timing sprocket & main bearings, chocked it into the bed of the press
with the press plates & pressed the assembly apart.

I drove to the Honda dealer to collect the parts with Ollie in the
passenger seat & gave him a guided tour of the shop, Dorian asked me nicely
to perform an MOT test on a classic 1973 Kawasaki Z1, 903cc except this was
no ordinary MOT test, this particular test would be closely observed by the
retired owner of the Honda dealer for my monthly quality control inspection
test, he is the named authorized examiner & the quality control inspector
for the dealership so he would indeed be casting a very critical eye on my
progress, this entailed a very thorough test with a running commentary
which took more than half an hour, as the machine was imported from the
USA, its headlamp beam dipped to the right leaving me no choice but to
fasten a triangular piece of black tape to mask that particular part of the
headlight lens blocking off the headlight's kick to the right on dipped
beam & entering it as an advisory, the quality control report was entered
into MOT computerization as another satisfactory test, I slowly rode the
machine outside, parked it & presented the documents to Dorian. I spoke to
the machine's owner pointing out the masking on the headlight unit; he
didn't like the idea of it being a sealed beam unit which is expensive to
replace & with the UK machines taking a normal Bosch headlamp bulb, that
appealed to him & Dorian took out the microfiche box, looked up the part
number(s) in the viewer, placed the order & took his card payment, he left
the shop a happy bunny after booking it in for the Saturday to have the
valve clearance tappet shims checked, these proceedings certainly opened up
Ollie's eyes as to what the dealership is all about which certainly will be
an education for Arne, Jordan & Damian as this will certainly show them
when I talk them through checking & adjusting the tappet shims on a DOHC
multi cylinder machine, this also raised another question as to whether the
dealership had a box containing an assortment of 29mm Kawasaki shims in the
workshop, I scoured through the Wurth boxes only to find that there were
none which meant checking Vivian's garage, if he didn't have any, the shop
would have to order a box containing an assortment from Wurth, suddenly
there wasn't the time left waiting for the box to arrive as it was too late
in the week, I asked Vivian for the keys to his garage, drove there &
searched high & low, again to be disappointed, there was nothing for it, I
rang Vivian back asking him to immediately order a set for Jordan to
collect from Wurth at Centurion way, Erith in Kent which he did, I then
rang Jordan, Jimmy took the call & wrote down the address, with this extra
task to carry out, they won't have time for a swim at Southend beach. I
returned to my garage to rebuild the crankshaft on Ginger's Honda cub, then
made a late snack lunch for myself & Ollie leaving the afternoon for
checking & writing emails whilst Ollie played Grand theft auto, San Andreas
with my elderly PS2 which like most kids, he was good at this game. Jordan
called late in the afternoon to say that he dropped the frames off with
John & collected the box from Wurth which took a load off our minds knowing
there would be a box of shims ready & waiting for when the big zed came
into the shop on Saturday morning.

Ollie's mum spent her first night at Seabrook having the most amazing sex
with Sebastian whilst Jane was riding Christian's cock hell for leather
before they finally retired only to wake up with their rock hard cocks
inside their vaginas and receive their morning milk from their breasts, the
Auslotto draw was now just hours away whilst we were driving to Shiplake to
set up camp again on the island, this was the latest Friday night we've
ever arrived there & once the huge group shelter was erected from our
shelter sheet bashas & our groundsheets & sleeping bags were laid out, Rick
served up our chicken & vegetable soup for our nightcaps & we retired for
the night.

The following morning after breakfast, I drove to the Honda dealer with
Wayne, Arne & Ollie in the Cortina estate whilst Jordan drove with Damian
in the Volkswagen beetle; waiting for us was Vivian who opened up the shop
with the Z1 waiting for us, we pushed all the motorcycles out & put the Z1
on a hydraulic workbench, I got on with the MOT tests using Ollie as an
assistant whilst Jordan & Wayne got on with changing the headlamp unit,
then removing the fuel tank, ignition coils & cam cover off the Z1 & let
the engine cool down, Dorian bought out all the parts together with a
photocopy of a service bulletin from Kawasaki, serial number 78/13, dated
June 1978, how he got hold of that still remains a mystery, it stated that
the normal valve clearance of .05 to .1mm was to be increased to a maximum
of .15mm, (006"), this was a new one on me having worked on a number of
large Zed's in my time & even though the service bulletin was issued more
than a quarter century ago, coming from Kawasaki UK, there is no better
authority than that. With the others gathered around, I drew up the
schematic of the head on a sheet of A4 on the clipboard, turned the engine
over using a 17mm spanner on the spark advancer nut, measured the
clearances & charted them on the pad, having identified which shims needed
changing, I used the valve depression tool which is little more than a bent
short screwdriver & placed the flat steel valve bucket holding tool in
place, prized out the shim & measured it with a micrometer noting any wear
in the centre of the shim which also acts as a cam follower on the Z1
whilst giving a running commentary pointing out that shims could be placed
elsewhere on the cylinder head during the valve adjustment process, Dorian
took a number of photos with his digital camera & I let Arne, Wayne &
Jordan have a go at adjusting further valves which all 3 of them quickly
grasped although Wayne was quite familiar with this task having already
carried out valve shim tappet adjustments on a number of cars so in a way
it was like teaching him to suck eggs.

Finally I left both Wayne & Jordan to carry on with reassembling the
machine which they topped off by setting the contact breaker points &
ignition timing with the strobe light, Wayne finally fired up the big Zed
letting the engine idle which ran smoothly although like typical big Zeds,
the engine's vibration transmitted through the centre stand making the
hydraulic workbench rattle.

John phoned me from Southend with the good news that Ollie's mum had indeed
won the big one making her a multi dollar millionaire, fortunately she
chose to remain anonymous but she would have to collect her cheque
personally whilst on her way to the airport, he had already accurately
measured Ginger's frame, made the cuts & turned down the steel sleeve which
would go inside the frame & it just remained for him to chock up the 2
halves & weld them together the following day.

The day had gone well at the Honda dealer, it remained for us to go home,
grab quick bites & showers for everyone, Rob & Pat to grab their bags &
walk to the Windsor leisure centre car park.

Everyone changed into their raunchy teenage girls outfits & packed their
bags into the Cortina estate, Jordan drove with Damian in the Volkswagen
beetle to the Windsor leisure centre to collect both Rob & Pat who stood
there both sexily smoking cigarettes from their long cigarette holders
openly displaying their dangling nylon sheathed cocks which the rest of the
group were also doing, both Jordan & Damian would certainly be getting a
nostril full of Rob's leaking vaginal scents on the drive over whilst
Wayne, Arne & I would be smelling Ollie's leaking vaginal scents knowing
Rick would certainly have loads of raunchy sex with Johann, Sven, Justin,
Simon & Don, we arrived to learn that he had already collected Matt from
Reading bridge with the countess.

Both Rick & Justin had dutifully cooked our evening meals on the British
army field kitchen & served us up a lovely traditional Lamb hotpot before
leaving in the countess to collect Vivian from the college's river frontage
accompanied by Desmond, Mark & Andrew having drove over in the Barracuda
whilst Damian's mum brought Justine with her in the Challenger, luckily
there was enough hot pot left to go round, having finished our meals, we
set to clearing a space for our second group shelter made from shelter
sheet bashas as it became almost impossible to build our huge one big
enough any more & based on the Jonathon Swift's book, we decided to name
our shelter bashas Swallow & Amazon rather like naming a house.

With 20 of us on the island, the clan had certainly grown in numbers with
another 2 more joining us when Donald rang from Reading bridge & he was
wondering who the girl was on a mountain bike carrying a rucksack with her
reeking pussy scents arousing his nostrils prominently displaying a huge
nylon encased cock, it could only be Miranda, Ollie joined both Rick &
Justin on the trip to Reading on board the countess & the ride on the
vessel certainly thrilled Ollie even though they would be gone for at least
2 hours whilst the rest of us were enjoying ourselves at the swimming hole
tree, the vessel passed us by on her return journey but didn't berth,
instead it went to the college's river frontage to collect Dorian which was
indeed a surprise, no doubt Vivian had enlightened him about our group &
invited him to the island, luckily there was a spare sleeping bag & shelter
sheet on board the countess for him.

He quickly ripped his clothes off leaving only his pair of black speedos &
joined us at the swimming hole tree, be became like a kid once more
although I almost had to read the riot act to him regards satisfying us
that he was indeed a competent swimmer which as it turned out, he is a very
strong swimmer.

Once again the session at the swimming hole tree turned to skinny dipping
with Dorian saying. "In for a penny, in for a pound," as he took off his
speedos exposing his huge pubic bush & enormously fat cock which must be a
good 7 inches soft & complemented his muscular physique gained through gym
training & riding motocross at 500cc expert level, usually on his Honda
CR500 for which he has become an incurable collector of parts, a necessity
in order to keep his machine running, seeing the youngsters here, he asked
about bringing his boy along on his next visit which we readily agreed to.

Once everyone was out of the water, washed & dried, the mass orgy of sex
began & Dorian's cock was really huge indeed having grown to almost a foot
long & as fat as a beer can, its foreskin had now pulled back by itself
exposing its huge bulbous head & when Justine saw it, she had to have his
huge rampant cock inside her vagina, she beckoned Dorian to lie down on the
grass whilst she straddled him & rode his huge pole hell for leather as
both her juices & breast milk flowed out from her huge cock & breasts in
copious amounts as she kept constantly uttering expletives whilst Dorian
was constantly moaning when Justine screamed as huge jets of spunk hosed
out from her enormous cock as Dorian flooded her with a huge load, yet he
was ready to go again within minutes, this time it was Ollie's vagina which
took another huge load as his own cock blasted spunk out like a fire hose
leaving me wondering just how much spunk would he be blasting out & how
much bigger would his cock grow to in just a few short years?

Donald certainly gave Damian's mum's pussy a good pounding with his cock &
suckling ravenously on her breasts to be rewarded with a good offering of
her breast milk & filling her pussy with fine vintage cum, Rob had young
Matt plowing into his vagina, Pat was plowing into young Simon's boy pussy
hole, Wayne certainly was having a whale of a time with Justin & having
filled Justin's pussy hole, he was rewarded with one of Justin's huge
loads, Andrew was getting his first crack of the whip on Miranda as he
plowed into her vagina & drank her breast milk only to have her plow his
boy pussy hole with her huge cock & blast an enormous load inside him,
Desmond was being plowed into by Jordan who reciprocated the service as
indeed did Mark with Jimmy & Vivian with Damian, myself with Johann & Arne
with Sven.

The whole island had become likened to one huge Roman like orgy of sex
leaving us wondering if there would be enough breast milk left for our
coffees, especially with the amounts which were drunk & everyone getting
plastered with flying cum necessitating another skinny dipping session in
the backwater to wash all the fluids off ourselves.

Of all the weekends we've spent on this island, somehow this one was
certainly the best, the weather certainly played its part by giving us a
fine hot day & a warm evening. Although James was away with his family on
the Isle of Wight, he made sure that the college's video projector & screen
were available so we drew lots as to which movie to watch with the 1985
Aliens movie starring Sigourney Weaver being unanimously voted.

Of all the movies in the Alien series, this one was my favourite; I loved
the storyline of the space marines finding Newt, a nine year old girl as
the only survivor after their colony was invaded by aliens & even the
battle hardened marines with their weaponry were no match for them, we all
felt that the producers should write Newt into future movies who's grown
into a beautiful woman skilled in martial arts, qualified as a hot top gun
space fighter pilot & the replacement for Ripley who always flies with
Ripley's photo in the cockpit & carries a .44 magnum revolver of the type
seen in the Dirty Harry movies.

After watching the video, Dorian, Vivian & I watched the news with baited
breath for the national lottery results on board the countess having bought
another ticket earlier that day for the shop's syndicate, the proceeds of
this one would be used to open another shop which would be specializing in
classic Kawasaki's & Suzuki's as we felt that the Honda dealer had outgrown
itself owing to a lot of customers with other makes coming to us on account
of the excellent reputation of the shop, having sourced the premises, the
plan was to relocate the contents of Vivian's motorcycle workshop lock
stock & barrel to the new shop with Dorian leading that team whilst Vivian
stayed with the Honda dealer with Arne, I would float between both shops
taking both Jordan & Damian with me, Rob would remain at the Honda shop
managing the accounts of both shops but we needed Wayne to work at the
other shop & start young Jimmy as an apprentice, Vivian hated what he was
about to do which meant decision time for Wayne plus we had to get to the
bottom of his immigration status.

We watched the news and the announcement that the shop's syndicate had
indeed won the big one which we thought would be a foregone conclusion
considering the track record of Colossus, once again we were ecstatic with
the result, I went & fetched Wayne & asked him to sit down while we went
through our proposals putting the poor teenager in a state of both shock &
surprise.

When he outpoured his troubles, his family life was far from ideal, since
childhood, his father drove him hard throughout his life pushing him to
excel at school and sports, his early teenage years were devoted to so much
study time which paid off for he did achieve top exam grades & was pushed
towards a career in aeronautical engineering, when his father found out
that his son was gay at the age of 13, he practically beat him to within an
inch of his life hoping this would cure him, the upshot was that Wayne ran
away eventually seeking refuge in a tower block of flats housing
underprivileged people, it was there he found his vocation in life in both
cars & motorcycles.

As in any tower block in the world, there's always a mechanic & the one who
lived there was a really good one, Wayne's curiosity drew him to the man
rebuilding a Ford Pinto engine mounted on a stand outside his garage with
all the components neatly organized on a folding table, his gaze fell on
the newly machined engine block in its fresh coat of factory paint, their
gazes met & the retired auto mechanic asked him.

"Do you like what you're seeing? This is what the insides of a car engine
looks like, if you don't mind sticking around, I can teach you a lot & by
the time you leave high school, you'll be ahead of the game, any auto
repair shop will want to snap you up, the name's Sam, what's yours kiddo?

"Wayne, I must ask you something, I've ran away from home as my pa beat the
hell out of me, I don't want to go back."

"Yeah, I see what you mean, he's certainly put you through the meat
grinder, especially with all those bruises, stick around kiddo, just for a
few days until they go away."

Wayne said. "It was those few days when the old timer changed my life, as
he rebuilt the Pinto engine; he gave me a very concise running commentary
as he worked on it like a fine surgeon, when he finished for the day, we
entered his flat which looked like a museum & a place locked in time, there
were so many books in shelving everywhere, the whole place looked like it
could use a good clean, but its so easy to say that when you've come from
an immaculately clean & tidy home where you have to take your shoes off
every time, yet this guy had a 1920's Indian Scout parked in his living
room against the far wall, when it came to my taking a shower, I popped
another boner which kept happening all the time, anyway, he sees it &
couldn't believe its size for a 13 year old which was a fat 8 inches then,
he called me to him, took it in his hand, slowly wanked it & I shot the
biggest ever load at that time which literally flew across the room, old
Sam's lust came on with a vengeance & from then on we always had the most
amazing sex together, he became a true lover & mentor."

I said to Wayne, "That's quite a story, you meeting that guy, so how did it
go from there?

"I had been with Sam for nearly a month & it was one of those occasions
where I rode to a shop on an old bicycle when this cop car suddenly pulls
up, I'm thrown into the back, taken to the police station where child
services are called, I'm given a thorough grilling but never told them
about Sam, they kept on at me as to who's bike I was riding & I stuck by my
guns telling them it came from the trash which in a sense was true as Sam
was always fixing bikes for the kids in the block & one of the kids
liberated the bike from someone's dumpster, Sam fixed it up & it became my
bike.

Child services literally gave pa an ultimatum, either I was taken back home
or they would send me to a secure child's home, as for the bike, there was
no record of it being stolen so I was returned home together with my bike
to a life of almost permanent grounding. That didn't keep me away from Sam
as I would ask ma whenever pa was away if I could go for a sleepover at a
friend's place, she always agreed so I would ride over to Sam's which
always took me the best part of an hour, it was during those times over the
next 4 years that I received a thorough grounding on auto mechanics as well
as on motorcycles plus Sam also took me to his rented machine shop unit
where he taught me about machine tools, all the time Pa knew nothing of
this as I would quickly breeze through my High school homework then study
old Sam's books."

I said, "So this is where you've got to now, that is definitely true
dedication to learning your trade, so, where does the Cadillac come into
the story?

"Ma bought it for me to learn to drive when I got my licence, she thought I
was such a fast learner, what she didn't know was I learned to drive in
Sam's Ford F150 pick up truck, it was one he bought with the usual blown
spark plug problem as Ford dealers only replace with new cylinder heads,
Sam quickly ripped both heads off, took them with me to his machine shop &
showed me the fix he devised, coming from an old school engineering
background, he didn't like the idea of fitting steel inserts into aluminium
engine blocks & Ford F150 heads, he swore by the use of aerospace grade
aluminium bronze & showed me a box of inserts which he made for those
heads, I immediately saw how he was making his money long after retirement
age as his workshop was always piled high with both Ford cylinder heads & G
M Northstar blocks which never seemed to get smaller, what was happening
was as soon as Sam finished one, another one would come in his door.

One day the car broke down on the freeway blowing clouds of steam out from
under the hood, Mum took it to the garage & as soon as she learned that it
would require a crate engine, that was it, I persuaded her to have it towed
to Sam's & when we got there, she was astonished at just how a retiree
could operate the way he does, I sent her to the shops for our meals & when
she returned after the shopping, we had the engine out & held up by the
lifting crane.

She was gob smacked, she just couldn't believe what the pair of us had
done, I gave her a thorough run down on how we were going to fix it, she
just couldn't believe the stage at which my skill levels had already
reached yet in many ways she had pride in her eyes but I asked her not to
tell pa, cut a long story short, ma paid Sam for all the work done & she
kept the car as a second vehicle."

Vivian asked. "That is one hell of a story, but I do have to ask the
question regarding your immigration status? Dorian said. "You are obviously
a very talented youngster having gained your skills at an age when kids are
at school & studying for exams. The best thing I done at that age was a
newspaper delivery boy & there's you swinging spanners & operating
machines, you are definitely an asset to anyone, I also have to ask you
what your plans are?

"I've decided to stay, there's no question as to my status as I was born
here, I was a tiny tot when we moved to the states. Just before I came
here, I was busted for smoking dope, dad told me to get out of the house,
mum was crying her eyes out & I moved in with Sam. She secretly came out
several times; she sorted out my British Passport & saw me off on the
plane, well, here I am."

This was indeed the best possible news for the motorcycle dealer, both
Dorian & Vivian were highly elated that Wayne hadn't slipped through their
fingers, the second shop certainly was starting off on a good footing, in
many ways I had to wonder about old Sam, guys like him are hard to find,
right now he would probably be crying his eyes out with Wayne having left
for the UK, I said to Wayne.

"How about you giving Sam a call?

Rick logged onto Skype & rang Sam's number in L A; he answered his phone &
was highly ecstatic at hearing Wayne's voice across the miles, after their
pleasantries, Wayne took the call to another level asking him.

"How would you like to enjoy a nice retirement? We've kept your auto shop
going but you must be just about ready for its hand over to Leon, he's been
your right hand man for many years now, it will certainly give you your
much needed break, especially at your stage of life."

"The auto shop has been my baby, I would hate to leave it, Leon's a good
man, I've taught him everything I know, sure he could take on running the
show, he will certainly continue it for more years than I have left, he's
got a lovely boy who's about to start as soon as he leaves high school."

"You've always wanted to come back here, if you hand over now, the shop
will continue as always, you can't put a good auto shop down, besides,
you'll still be able to keep your hand in as the local motorcycle dealer is
about to open another shop which is more specialized," Dorian piped
up. "Yeah, like walking into a time warp," besides, we have a computer
scheme which will definitely sort out your pension pot."

"That's my boy, I always knew you were a good one, I'll finish things up
here & sort out my flight, by the way, I want to bring my old Indian over,
I can't bear to be parted from the old girl."

"You do that, I'm sure the others would love to see your old bike around
here, besides, there's some lovely places you can take her, there's the Ace
caf?, Box hill, Goodwood festival of speed, Brighton speed trials, the Isle
of Man & loads of others."

"Just give me a few days & I'll be over before you know it, the bike may
take a little longer though."

The call finished on a lovely high note, Wayne went on to explain that it
had been old Sam's wish to retire for a long time, yet he felt that his
auto shop was his baby, realistically it really was time for him to go, the
new blood taking over would ensure its continuity, Justin had brewed up our
coffees on the British army field kitchen & brought them on board the
countess, took out the container of breast milk from the fridge & a jar of
honey from the vessel's larder, then dutifully served up our coffees giving
Dorian a cheeky smile, then we drank our toast to Sam.

Dorian certainly wasn't going to pass up another bout of sex, especially
with Justin, his very appearance with his lengthy flowing blond hair, ample
breasts, his lovely blue eyes & a bubble butt to die for, he thought he
died & went to heaven as Justin led him to the swimming hole tree, there
was no holding this 40 something year old back who's teenage like lust
returned with a vengeance, his huge pole became hard as iron spewing out
pre-cum into his underwear & didn't take long to form a large wet patch on
his slacks, they were passionately kissing & hugging, exchanging tongues &
Dorian's mouth homed in on his breasts for his just desserts of sweet
tasting breast milk, Justin's huge cock too was iron hard making a serious
tent in his speedos which he wore all evening with a tee shirt, Dorian's
clothes literally came off within seconds as lust coursed through his body
with the thoughts of him pounding the almost she male look a like
teenager's boy pussy hole with almost 12 inches of beer can sized steel
hard cock as he lubed him up with his own tingle generating lube.

Justin winced several times as Dorian's monstrously huge organ slowly
entered his pussy hole whilst he supported himself off the tree trunk,
Dorian gave him all the time in the world allowing his cock to become
settled whilst massaging Justin's leaking nipples which sent hugely
pleasurable sensations to his balls making them tingle as well as the head
of his rock hard cock which was oozing out pre-cum & twitching
powerfully. Dorian held him initially by the hips before pinching &
massaging his own nipples with the palms of his hands, his huge balls was
already brewing up another huge load when Justin started uttering a series
of loud sighs as spunk flew out of his cock all by itself with a series of
huge powerful squirts hitting the tree trunk, he blew out over a dozen
squirts & his clenching pussy hole took Dorian over the edge as he filled
up Justin's pussy hole with his huge load of hot spunk, when he finally
pulled out, his cock left a gaping hole in Justin's pussy hole with spunk
running out onto the grass, finally, Justin rolled up 2 joints which they
smoked whilst in their post orgasmic afterglows sitting on the tree with
both their cocks continuing to leak out their after leakages & Justin
leaving a pool of spunk where he sat which leaked out from his hole.

The pair of them dived into the backwater enjoying a lovely skinny dipping
swim which finally washed all their spunk & sweat away leaving them
refreshed & myself washing them down with the stirrup pump, after drying
himself, he dutifully made our nightcap drinks of hot soup whilst still
naked.

Everyone had a peaceful nights sleep & woke the following morning to put on
their swimsuits for their morning swim in the backwater whilst Rick got our
breakfasts cooking on the field kitchen & having lit the fire for Justin to
start cooking owing to the numbers here & being the quickest way to cook
all our breakfasts, just watching Justin squatting down by the fire amazed
me which showed me just how nubile he really is whilst both Don & Simon
gave our mess tins a good wipe in readiness for our breakfasts, those
cooking smells & the scents from the fire which was burning the last of the
apple wood from the college's orchard were truly assaulting our nostrils &
fuelling our hunger especially with young Ollie who's mouth was watering &
his temptation to dip into the cooking food was rewarded with a sharp
rebuff from Justin who said. "Wait your turn."

We all had our homes to go to except for Jordan & Jimmy who would be
driving to Southend airport in the Volkswagen beetle to collect the
finished frame from John & have their swim in the sea which they missed out
on their previous visit, Dorian joined us for Sunday roast bringing his 15
year old son on his Norton Commando, they both wore Alpinestars motorcycle
suits & top of the range Arai crash helmets & when Steve, his son took off
his helmet, he truly was a lovely looking lad, when he got out of his suit,
he wore skin tight jeans which certainly showed that this 15 year old
certainly was packing a large man sized cock & his breast buds were tenting
out his tee shirt, OMG, I would just love to have him spend a night in my
bed, both he & Ollie disappeared from the room shortly afterwards up to my
room where we left them to it, Ollie had locked the door with the security
bolt & the pair were stark naked with young Steve plowing almost 8 inches
of hugely fat teenage cock into Ollie's female pussy which was his first
time his cock entered a female vagina although he previously bred a number
of schoolboys boy pussy holes with his cock, Ollie's vaginal muscles really
went to work on the young teen's cock & like most 15 year olds, he didn't
last long at all as his orgasm reached such intense heights as he finally
rammed it home & blasted a huge teenage load into Ollie & almost screamed,
Ollie presented him his breasts & he cautiously sucked on them until his
sweet tasting milk excited his taste buds, then he ravenously drank his
elixir whilst enjoying his post orgasmic afterglow, as he pulled out, a
cascade of their fluids ran out from his vagina down his legs onto the
carpet.

Now it was Ollie's turn to breed Steve's hole, Ollie lubed him up with
Dorian's tingling lube & put a generous coating over his cock, this made
the insides of his boy pussy hole tingle sensually making his cock fully
hard again, Steve lay across the bed & put his legs onto Ollie's shoulders,
then he slowly pushed his huge pole inside his already stretched hole &
slowly plowed into him as he massaged Steve's nipples, the motion of his
cock certainly excited Steve's love button & the tingling sensations on
Ollie's cock sent his lust to new heights, he managed to last longer than
Steve, especially being highly experienced at breeding teenage schoolboys,
the combination of the tingling lube, the massaging of his love button, the
churning up of both their balls & Steve shot off another load of spunk like
a fountain without touching his cock which flew everywhere, his clenching
hole was the final trigger as his clitoris erupted with cum, jets of liquid
burst out from his vagina cascading down his legs, huge bursts of hot spunk
filled up Steve's chute & breast milk leaked out from his nipples as he
screamed at his highly intense simultaneous orgasms.

Both teens lay on the bed in post orgasmic bliss lovingly caressing &
kissing each other until it was Dorian's time to go & I had to knock on the
door asking them to get dressed.

Meanwhile Both Jordan & Jimmy were enjoying a lovely swim in the sea, it
was a nice hot summer day although a cooling breeze blew gently in off the
sea giving a slight ripple to the surface with waves about a foot high
breaking on the beach which was crowded, both took the precaution of
leaving their belongings out of sight in the boot (which is in the front of
a VW beetle) having silenced the ring tones on their phones, all they wore
was just shorts & flip flops which they took off when they went into the
sea with Jordan wearing the car key on a modified locker wrist band from
the leisure centre, they both wore their black speedos & being both
excellent swimmers must have swam out a quarter of a mile taking them away
from everyone in the water, having checked the tide times, they knew they
had limited time before the tide turned which would take them towards the
Thames estuary, with that in mind, they both kept checking the time on
their watches & having enjoyed a peaceful swim, started back towards the
beach.

Having dried themselves off, they returned to the car, retrieved their
belongings from the boot & Jordan saw the missed calls on his phone from
John, he returned the call before he started the car & drove to a Chinese
take away after having been given directions from John. They arrived at the
Boeing 707 to see John waiting on the boarding steps, he beckoned them
inside the aircraft & they sat down in the first class section which is in
the forward section of the aircraft & ate their meals.

This was John's first meeting with Jimmy & the sight of this teenager only
served to fuel his lust with his huge cock becoming rock hard inside his
pants seriously tenting out his trousers spewing out pre-cum & forming a
huge wet patch which then started to trickle slowly through the cloth,
Jordan pulled his shorts & speedos down & John started stroking Jordan's
cock before he slowly eased down Jimmy's shorts & speedos giving him a good
few moments of sucking on his cock before stretching out his teen pussy
hole, lubing him up & slowly pushing his huge cock inside the teen after he
bent over & held onto the armrests of a forward seat, Jordan's quick
thinking saw him diving into his bag pulling out a towel & draping it over
the seat knowing that Jimmy would very soon be firing bursts of spunk from
his cock as he always came without touching it every time ever since he
first started producing spunk at 12 years of age.

Jimmy was howling with pleasure as John pounded into him whilst Jordan
massaged his nipples from the seat behind & sure enough, within minutes his
spunk flew out of his cock in huge gushes all over the towel as his
clenching teen pussy hole triggered John to fire off his load into the
teen, having pulled out leaving a gaping hole with spunk running out onto
the floor, he took Jordan's cock into his mouth & gave him a highly sensual
blow job to be rewarded by Jordan's load adding to his recently eaten
Chinese meal, after coming down from their afterglows during which all 3 of
them smoked their cigarettes, John then gave them a guided tour of the
interior of the aircraft before they deplaned & walked with him to his car
to collect the finished Honda cub frame which certainly impressed Jordan
with his workmanship as he gazed at the very neat polished out welding on
the frame tube, attached to the frame was a plastic bag containing the
steering head race bearings from the now destroyed crashed frame with
instructions to change them over after the repaired frame returns from the
paint shop.

The Boeing 707 aircraft was certainly a real eye opener for both teens
which in many ways would have been more of a highlight if just one of the
engines was started up, the Qantas engineers had transformed this aircraft
back to its former glory although the electricians were still working
inside the cabin & some instruments were awaiting their return, the brand
new paint job in the original 1959 Qantas livery said it all, this proud
aircraft certainly was worthy of a return to the skies which could make
money by giving champagne joy flights to the well heeled, its future flying
career was already mapped out with flight testing prior to its final flight
to Australia via Florida where it would pose for the cameras beside John
Travolta's Qantas Boeing 707.

Jimmy almost had a tear in his eye as Jordan drove away, such was the
effect this aircraft had on him, he took a swig from his bottle of Coke,
lit up a cigarette & turned on the radio just as they joined the A127 &
onto the M25, it was still tuned into 1431 KHz Classic gold at Reading's
Manor farm, we were still hearing Classic gold, this time from the
transmitter at Southend. The Bucks fizz record 'Land of make believe' came
over the airwaves, this was Jimmy's first ever time he heard this record &
as the music went into an ascending crescendo, Jimmy said.

"Do you hear that, it's rather like a big jet's engine powering up," Jimmy
was indeed right, somehow that sound did remind Jordan of a big jet, next
came on Bachman Turner overdrive's 'You aint seen nothing yet' followed by
Sutherland brothers & Quiver's 'Arms of Mary & The Four Season's 'Rag
doll'. The old VW was really running nicely as the engine had only just
bedded in, Jordan had already given its first oil & filter change with
Castrol CRI 30 mono grade oil which I had told him to use as it's what's
recommended for the beetle, being a still warm early evening, they drove
with both windows open, Jimmy's thoughts came to his driving licence
especially being sat next to Jordan who, although a year older than Jimmy,
was way ahead of him in that regard, what he didn't know was that he was in
for a nice surprise, Dorian had taken a high mileage Brazilian built Honda
CG125 to Quickstart at the rear of the leisure centre & booked Jimmy on a
one week motorcycle course with his test at the end.

Jordan finally pulled up into my drive, saw me working in the garage &
brought the frame in out of the car, the quality of John's workmanship
especially with his welding was unbelievable, there was no doubting that he
is truly a master craftsman, Vivian had already ordered the two pack paint
in the correct Honda blue colour for the Honda cub, yet the frame now on my
workbench was of 2 different colours of red & blue with a large band of
bare bright steel where John had welded the frame which I would take to the
paint shop at Windsor in the morning.

Wayne was in the process of doing two spark plug helicoil thread repairs on
a Honda VFR400R NC30 cylinder head which has the M8 x 1.0 fine thread, the
same as used on VW Solex carburetturs, once John had done that Honda
Fireblade cylinder head in the workshop that day, we really had these Honda
heads sussed, word of this must have gone viral throughout the country as
Dorian started taking loads of phone calls from people wanting their heads
fixed which certainly was adding to the Honda dealer's coffers.

Everyone in my house that evening only wore their speedos with their
Players nylon vests giving a highly erotic scene & we all sat down to our
evening meal, those who sat with trays put towels on their legs for
comfort, it looked for all the world as though we were all wearing
underwear sets which I certainly liked, Damian had rode over on his Honda
C100 cub earlier on & was sat next to Ollie gently fondling him & stroking
his legs right up to his balls, both of them had rock hard cocks & they
made a lovely pair of lover boys until I brought out their meals, both
Jordan & Jimmy took showers to wash the sea salt off their bodies, Wayne
came into the house as soon as he finished with the Honda head in the
garage, washed his hands & changed into his black truwest trunks & Players
nylon vest.

After dinner, I sat at the computer writing & answering loads of emails,
Damian & Ollie were playing 'Grand theft auto-San Andreas on my elderly
PS2, Wayne was reading my copy of J B Nicholson's 'Modern motorcycle
mechanics', Jimmy was reading up on the highway code, still unaware that he
would be starting his motorcycle course at Quickstart in the morning, Arne
was glossing through a gay porno magazine sporting a huge erection in his
speedos, Johann was looking at my copy of 'Ballantines bicycle book & Sven
was scouring ebay on a laptop, all in all we were having a nice quiet
Sunday evening until, just like a load of kids, the teens almost started
squabbling as to what movie to watch on the television at 9pm until we all
retired to our beds having chose our partners for more raunchy sex before
we finally fell asleep only to be disturbed when the phone rang.

Both Christian & Sebastian had spent the weekend out in the bush on a field
training exercise with the Australian Air force cadet squadron based at the
RAAF Point Cook museum getting into skirmishes & loosing off loads of blank
ammunition with their issued Austeyr cadet rifles during which they had
little sleep as the exercise went right through the night, they came home
tired but that didn't stop them having the most amazing raunchy sex with
Jane & Linda whilst sharing their beds, Christian must have spent at least
half the night with his cock buried in Jane's pussy & shot off several
loads of spunk inside her as well as having several mouthfuls of her tasty
breast milk, Sebastian too had a whale of a time with Linda, he too had his
cock buried inside her for half the night shooting off several loads inside
her, drinking her breast milk which luckily for her, there was no shortage
of lesbian women at the remand prison eager for a drop of her delicious
liquid morsels otherwise she would have had to hand express her breasts
just to ease the build up of milk inside her with most of it going down the
sink, the fact that none of it got wasted really pleased her.

Christian also gave Linda a service which she really loves by eating out
her pussy & sucking on her clitoris, the intense sensations this gave her
had her screaming her head off & like mother, like son, she was also
gushing out her juices from her pussy blasting it into Christian's face,
being in the next bed in the bungalow (outhouse) Sebastian saw this & gave
Jane's pussy a thorough eating out, he too had her juices sprayed into his
face & their screams were heard inside the house as like true loving
brothers, both Matt & Andrew had each others cocks in their mouths in the
classic 69 position.

Both Sebastian & Christian woke up to the sound of Jane's alarm clock with
their rock hard cocks leaking pre-cum into the women's pussies giving them
an awesome feeling of fullness & drank their morning milk from their
breasts, they lay there lovingly caressing them with their huge cocks
twitching inside them, as the fog of sleep cleared, they both plowed into
them delivering more huge loads of their teen spunk & giving them the most
awesome intense orgasms as a good send off.

They had all slept totally naked in both beds, now they took their showers
which were finished by both lads having a shave & applying Brut after
shave, they got dressed, went for breakfast which was prepared & cooked by
both Matt & Andrew who cooked proper filling full English breakfasts after
which they packed their bags ready for the flight to London.

A quick look at the flight information on teletext showed that their flight
would be delayed by about 2 hours giving them more time to have a coffee in
the city & quickly pop into Modak in Elizabeth street for Jane to collect
some BSA bantam parts, being a Monday morning, the spare parts guy had more
time to check through the parts bins & managed to unearth an old stock bulb
horn plus a few more parts to finally knock off their shopping list
followed by exchanging Linda's winning Auslotto ticket for a cheque which
she carefully placed inside her handbag.

Andrew drove them in his father's series one Land Rover into the city &
finally to the airport where they sat in the lounge having another coffee
before he saw them off on the British Airways Boeing 747-400 flight to
London.

With all the passengers finally boarded on the huge aircraft, the engines
were started & the aircraft pushed back to start taxying to Runway 34, Jane
had actually managed to secure her a first class window seat, this time on
the left hand side of the aircraft, she had actually succeeded in talking
the check in desk into allowing her an upgrade thereby giving her a much
more comfortable seat.

The engines powered up & the aircraft started accelerating down the runway
when the captain firewalled the throttles to full power, the noise from the
engines & the rumbling inside the cabin had Linda feeling ill at ease even
though Jane was sat next to her holding her hand, just like the previous
flight with Ollie, the aircraft used up most of the runway narrowly
clearing the Sunbury road fence. The weather that morning was a nice clear
sunny day, almost like a late Spring day in England, the take off was
indeed very smooth with hardly any bumps during flight, all they heard was
the swish of the wind & the droning from the 4 huge Rolls Royce RB211
turbofans which became just a hum when the aircraft reached cruising
altitude, Jane had to leave her seat to attend to her duties leaving Linda
in a contented frame of mind knowing that with each passing mile which took
around 8 seconds was bringing her nearer to her son & the Countess of
Clewer which usually spends most of the time berthed at The Lynch, having
seen the videos & the Skype calls, she wanted dearly to be a part of the
clan camped out under British Army shelter sheet bashas, of helping both
Rick & young Justin with the cooking. The cheque she now carried inside her
handbag gave both her & Ollie lifetime security without ever having to
work, but it just wasn't her style, she knew enough about truck spare
parts, computer systems, motorcycles & talking to suppliers together with
Vivian's guidance & mentoring she would soon become eased into the second
shop with Dorian at the helm.

She lovingly looked through the photos of the island on her laptop, now
returned & fully serviced from the cops who hadn't found anything on there
to incriminate her, those photos seemed to come to life, she thought she
heard Ollie's voice in her head & seeing all those teenagers in swimsuits
at the swimming hole tree started her pussy leaking into her panties with
just a faint hint of her scents wafting around the first class cabin, now
the pleasant few days spent at Seabrook were passing into her memory
together with her wishes to return to the Old Country, after Jane served
her with a small pot of Twinings tea with a buttered roll & salmon spread,
she quietly lapsed into sleep.

The aircraft finally landed at Heathrow on the Wednesday morning, waiting
there to meet them was Jordan who drove there with myself & Ollie in the
Volkswagen beetle, Linda, Ollie's mum thought it very hilarious that we had
arrived in this funny looking German car, but of course it would take both
her & Jane the short distance to her parked BMW which I would be driving
home leaving Jordan to follow me in the VW beetle, the reunion scene with
both Ollie & his mum certainly has to be one of the most magical moments of
their lives, both were highly ecstatic & crying tears of joy overwhelmed by
their emotions & these moments said it all.

We settled on driving to Jane's place first, being jet lagged, all she
wanted to do was go to sleep, I made the coffees & took her bags up to her
bedroom, then we went to my house in the VW Beetle & put Ollie's mum in my
bed, when it came for Ollie to retire for the night, he would join his mum
in by bed.

Meanwhile Wayne had also got up early, thankfully both he & Jimmy had also
slept together & their room literally stank of sex added to by the amounts
of their spunk which flew everywhere, they both showered together & gave
each other a final hand job in the shower, up to now Jimmy was wondering
why he was got out of bed at 7.30am & Wayne still kept the secret, after
breakfast, Wayne drove Jimmy in the Cortina estate to the Honda dealer who
wondered why he was brought here when Vivian greeted him with a huge smile
on his face, the penny dropped when he started trying out a top of the
range Alpinestars motorcycle riding suit, boots, gloves & an Arai crash
helmet, he became ecstatic as he saw himself in the shop's full sized
mirror, Wayne then said to him.

"All this is a present from Lotto cracker; keep your gear on as they're
expecting you at Quickstart, just phone around if you have anything on
during the week," Jimmy was babbling with pleasure on the short drive to
Quickstart & there to greet him was his motorcycle instructor with the high
mileage Honda CG125 from the Honda dealer, Wayne watched him being shown
the controls on the motorcycle which he already knew as like most kids, he
rode a small cc trail bike along the canal towpath so within a few minutes,
he was quite happily riding the Honda around the car park on the area
sectioned off for motorcycle training which is where Wayne left him to it,
now he had to drive to Cox's in Reading to deposit Ginger's welded up Honda
frame for shot blasting & two pack painting in the Honda metallic blue
colour scheme, the return journey would see him bringing back the entire
shipment of Jane's BSA bantam in the correct GPO red colour scheme with the
George VI royal fuel tank emblems.

Cox's had indeed done a first class job on the paintwork befitting that of
a concours machine, the mudguards from Australia showed no signs of the ex
panel beater's skills together with John's welding at Southend, the wheels
too had been re-trued, shot blasted & re-painted, the rest of the machine
was in boxes at my workshop with the engine all built up ready to go, over
the next few evenings, Wayne & I would re-assemble the machine but firstly
we had to put the finishing touches to the BSA ZB32 Gold Star.

This machine was ready to start up, although the frame was powder coated &
the rest of the black painted parts were painted with two pack, the
assessor asked that the rust pitting not be filled in with some parts on
the machine retaining its patina in order to give the machine its
individual character, in many ways it charts the machine's progress through
time which this machine is, you could say it has traveled all the way from
1952 when it rolled out of the Birmingham Small Arms factory at Armoury
road, Birmingham & delivered to Chapmans at Duke Street in Norwich, its
engine test certificate records it as putting out 29 hp. It will probably
put out less now as the cylinder has been re-machined to its first oversize
& a lower compression piston from the touring B31 model fitted, it's owner
is hardly likely to cane the bike, preferring to take it for a good jaunt
through the country roads in Norfolk, everyone came out of the house to
watch me start this lovely looking old BSA, I wheeled it out of the garage,
put it on its stand, turned on the fuel, tickled the much newer Amal
Concentric carburettur, retarded the ignition, eased the 71mm x 88mm engine
over compression using the valve lifter & gave the kick starter a good
swing, it took a couple of good swings & then the engine fired with a
healthy bark from its Burgess silencer, hearing that old single was music
to our ears, I saw the looks on Jordan's face, there was no doubting it, he
wanted to take the old bike out for its first run & he had his crash helmet
in his hand, the noise made by the running bike also woke Linda up from her
jet lagged sleep.

She came out to the garage wearing only her white silky smooth sheer nylon
nightie showing off her black see through bra & panty set, she had also
slept wearing her stockings & suspenders, her ruffled up long flowing blond
hair was in need of a good combing, she kissed every one of us in turn as
we introduced ourselves, when she kissed Jimmy, her tongue dived straight
into his mouth & he returned the gesture, she took an instant liking to him
wearing his raunchy teenage girl's outfit & as she lovingly caressed him,
his huge cock sprang to attention instantly, pre-cum started leaking out
through the material of his cocksock briefs nylon sheath, her juices were
now copiously flowing into her panties & her pussy scents started to waft
around the interior of the garage, her breasts needed relieving of their
contents of breast milk which Jimmy homed into for his just desserts as she
stroked his rampant cock through the silky nylon & within seconds his spunk
gushed copiously through the material onto her hand as he moaned loudly,
she licked every drop off her hand savouring the morsel of his cum like a
fine wine, his after leakage continued to flow for a while & the remnants
of his spunk started trickling down his leg.

Ollie rode up on his mountain bike having just arrived from Damian's mum's
house, all he wore was his black Players silky nylon vest & tiny hipster
ultra short lycra shorts, their reunion became ecstatic & I motioned the
pair of them indoors for their special moments & within minutes, both were
naked in bed together having the most amazing sex with Ollie's cock getting
a highly intense work out in his mum's pussy filling her with his spunk as
his juices gushed out of his vagina, their session became extremely
passionate as they made love to each other amidst all their kissing &
caressing as both rewarded each other with their breast milk & Ollie gave
his mum's pussy a good tonguing out amidst her copiously flowing juices
bringing on several highly intense orgasms before sinking his cock inside
her for another fill up of his spunk which didn't diminish in quantity from
his first blasts inside her with more juices also gushing out of his
vagina, these moments were very special to them & certainly re-cemented
their bonds after their separation.

After the evening meal, Jordan finally got his wish to take the BSA out for
its first run, he started the machine up on the first kick & was grinning
like a Cheshire cat, he had already spent time reading the photocopy
instruction manual & operated the controls professionally, he clicked the
machine into gear & rode off leaving us watching his progress along the
road with the healthy bark from the silencer diminishing, a few moments
later, he pulled up on my drive, placed the machine on the stand & looked
all over for any signs of leaks or untoward noises before stopping the
engine & saying.

"This bike's truly awesome, especially for such an old bike, it's a lovely
experience to ride, definitely a good one to chalk up in my book of
experiences," he handed me the crash helmet & gloves, went into the garage,
started laying out Jane's BSA Bantam parts ready for reassembly when Linda
brought out the tray with the coffees & biscuits, she planted Jordan a long
sensuous kiss & said. "You rode that old bike really well, I really should
think about getting one myself, makes good sense, what with today's
traffic, I really have to thank my late husband for putting me through my
motorcycle licence," I asked her. "What sort of a bike are you looking
for?"

"Just a medium sized trail bike, we had an old Honda XL250 Motosport back
in OZ which my other half rescued from a scrap yard, he brought it home in
his truck & done a ripper of a job fixing it up, it was a lovely bike to
ride, good on fuel & easy to maintain, I hear good ones now are fetching
heaps of money."

She really did present us with a tall order, they were indeed a lovely bike
in their day, now there are probably very few of them left now, our best
chances of finding one would have to be one imported from the USA, the best
dealer for that was D & K spares although we could probably locate a barn
find at a breaker near Norwich which I've dealt with previously for some
older Honda parts, my thoughts went out to the guy who brought in a 1979
Honda XR250 enduro bike for its MOT test, he lovingly told me his story of
how he rebuilt an old Honda XL250S field bike into a lovely XR250,
everything on the bike was correct apart from the re-bracketed XL250S frame
& the XL forks with the push through front wheel spindle right down to the
original 23 inch front wheel, how he actually managed to get the correct
tank, all the plastics, switches, an original fanny pack tool bag & even
the correct speedometer with its mountings beggars belief, you really had
to take your hat off to him for producing such an iconic bike from an old
clapped out wreck, he emailed me a load of photos of him riding it on the
Ridgeway last year so I went onto my computer & searched through the emails
until I found it, called her over saying. "Have a look at this."

As Linda gazed lovingly through the photos of Jack & his lovely XR, she
found it impossible to believe that such a machine was road legal in the UK
whereas in OZ, one can only be ridden on country roads on a specific
registration & definitely not on freeways, those photos of jack's XR
certainly left her gob smacked with her saying that it's a lovely old bike,
I sent Jack an email telling him about the lady who's interested in taking
a look at his bike.

Wayne & I went back into the garage & started reassembling Jane's BSA
bantam, Jordan arrived shortly in the VW Beetle & started assisting Wayne
with assembling the bike whilst I got on with fitting the tyres & tubes to
the wheels, new fork bushes, seals & the old fork bush spacers into the
fork tubes, having done that, I fitted the springs & top scrolls onto the
bottom fork legs along with the rubber gaiters to finally assemble each
leg, fitted the steering head bearings, top & bottom yokes & finally the
completed fork legs into the forks, with that done, I fitted the front
wheel & front mudguard whilst Jordan fitted the rear wheel, mudguard,
brackets, saddle, rear carrier & pillion box seat, the bike could now be
wheeled around the workshop & was placed onto the hydraulic workbench,
Jordan & Wayne fitted the engine, carburettur exhaust system , toolbox &
saddle whilst I worked at the front of the machine fitting the handlebars,
headlamp & bracket, wiring, cables connecting everything up & finally
fitted the fuel tank, the bike was now back in one piece ready for its
first start up, I finally put oil into the gearbox, mixed up some two
stroke fuel & poured it into the tank & this time it was Wayne's job to
start it & take it around the block.

The bike doesn't have any form of ignition switch; just a push of a button
to stop the engine, Wayne just primed the carburettur, gave the kick
starter a few kicks & the engine burst into life, he tried the lights which
came on & he operated the dip switch, the engine was running sweetly with a
moderate blue plume of smoke from the kidney shaped silencer, even though
it was late at night, we all felt pride at watching this machine run,
especially Ollie, which for him, the last time the bike ran was by the
Skeleton Waterholes Creek so it was only fitting that Wayne should take him
out on it.

Both Wayne & Ollie donned crash helmets, mounted the bike & rode out into
the night, we all felt hugely contented at watching this machine come to
life & return to the road now wearing GPO red paintwork instead of the
original mist green when the machine left the BSA factory in 1951, our
later searches would find the leg shields & first aid box originally
carried by the GPO telegram boy's mount, I phoned Jane to give her the good
news as soon as Wayne brought the machine back from his jaunt.

We all hit the sack & slept like the dead as the following day was set
aside to collect the paintwork from Cox's & reassemble Ginger's Honda cub
which wasn't in as many small bits as the BSA Bantam, i e the rear wheel
was on the swinging arm with the shocks & the same with the front end
making it for a faster reassembly although I had to change over the
steering head bearings, Jordan, Wayne & Damian would make short work of
this bike the following day leaving a break before the next one came along
which we were hoping would be a Honda XL250 Motosport for Linda, but first
we had to find one.

The following day I drove to Cox's with Linda to collect the Honda cub
frame, I arrived mid morning whilst it was still in the paint baking hot
room so I settled down in their tea room for a coffee & bread roll made
with breast milk cheese reading their copy of Classic motorcycle mechanics
magazine listening to their radio which was tuned into Classic Gold on 1431
KHz from the nearby transmitter at manor farm which was playing The
Rubettes, 'Sugar baby love' followed by Manfred Mann's 'Do wah diddy
diddy', Petula Clark's 'Downtown' The Archies 'Sugar sugar' and David Essex
'We're going to make you a star', this turned out to be a rather long tea
break which was worth while when I was presented with the newly finished
frame in the correct Honda Shuttle blue metallic, paint code PB121 which
looked just like a new frame fresh out of the Honda parts department or
even David Silver spares who supplied some parts for this machine, I knew
in my own mind Ginger would certainly be a happy bunny when we shortly hand
his bike over in 2 days time.

With time on my hands, we spent lunch with John at Reading wreckers, Linda
loved to ferret through the pile of bits in front of the building giving it
the appearance of a veritable bone yard, John certainly was an encyclopedia
when it came to leads regarding old bikes so Linda asked him if he knew of
the whereabouts of a Honda XL250 Motosport, John certainly had a number of
parts kicking round in his shop & gave us a very good lead although he did
warn us that the owner was an old eccentric retired British army Royal
signals officer & his lead came from the guy we were on our way to see next
which was on the way back home to see Jack's 1979 Honda XR250 twin shock.

We arrived at Jack's house in a back street of old Victorian two up, two
down houses, he took us out to his shed & pulled the sheet off the XR, OMG,
this really was a lovely bike which he had done a marvelous job of
restoring it from the old field bike, I certainly couldn't tell the
differences until he explained them to me, he wheeled it out of the shed &
started it up, OMG, that bike certainly had a raucous bark to it, yet it
idled smoothly, when it warmed up, he let Linda take it round the block,
she was in her element riding that machine which for a 250cc, certainly had
a lot of punch which she rewarded us with by popping a wheelie, she parked
the bike up with a huge smile on her face.

After more coffees & talking over old times, Jack gave us directions to our
next port of call to a large run down house near Eton to meet this
eccentric old gent, the house was untidily fenced all around by black
painted planking, mature trees grew in the garden & what passed for a
sturdy wooden gate had a seriously large padlock & chain to secure it with
a warning notice about the dog, I pressed the bell push which sounded like
a fire bell & the heavens opened up with loads of dogs barking and a well
spoken voice demanding. "Who's there?"

After introductions with loads of mangy looking dogs sniffing all around us
& having recognized me as the bike MOT tester, he let us in to a bone yard
of a garden with 2 old Volkswagen beetles, loads of old fridges stacked
high, the whole area shaded by plastic sheeting & an untidy work table with
years of junk scattered all around, Jack's lead certainly proved to be
correct when he took us into what was his garage containing loads of
vintage BSA parts, frames, tin ware, gearboxes, an old Vespa scooter, a
rusting plunger framed BSA bantam & 2 old ex WD BSA 500cc M20 side valve
single cylinder motorcycles, right at the back of the garage covered in
junk was our prize, a well weathered & rusting Honda XL250 Motosport which
was only fit for the bone yard we had come to with weeds growing all over
it.

Linda looked over the machine with an analytical eye although it was more
like rose tinted spectacles, in a lot of ways I wished she would just walk
away, but no, she got down to the nitty gritty and started haggling with
the old gent who didn't want to be parted from his prize & even asked me if
I would pop down one day to fix it up, this carry on was screwing my
brains, I daren't heap this load of junk onto Jordan & Damian, or even
Wayne knowing that I was in for a serious rebuff.

I was truly amazed at this woman's haggling skills which she sealed the
deal by waving a twenty pound note in front of him, we came back later in
the Honda dealer's pick up & had to drag the bike across the grounds before
struggling to load up the pick up as the wheels were seized solid making
the machine a gate stop dead weight.

We finally unloaded the pick up & dragged the bike onto the hydraulic
workbench placing a motocross bike stand underneath, now began the task of
cataloging the numerous tasks required to bring this machine back to its
former glory & we all knew we were in for a long haul which was brought out
by the numerous derogatory comments from Jordan, Damian & Wayne, what we
didn't expect was Linda to change into some old clothes and start by
dismantling the bike with my tools which she ripped into like a robot
dictating notes to Ollie who wrote them onto a clip board & with the help
of the others who all worked like a well oiled machine well into the night
to finish dismantling the bike the following day leaving the engine unit
bolted firmly into my engine stand leaving me to work on the engine alone.

It was certainly a challenge taking that old bike apart especially with the
numerous seized bolts we had to deal with & getting the wheels out, over
the next few days we had Linda's shopping list ready, all the black painted
parts ready for shot blasting & powder coating, the hubs, engine side
casings with the fuel tank & mudguards &c ready for Cox's, the fork
stanchions sent off to be reground & re plated, the fork sliders & wheel
rims for polishing, the wheels for re lacing with new spokes, myself to
attend to repairing the wiring loom & the whole engine in pieces.

It surprised me that the engine was indeed in sound mechanical condition
although the piston had seized in the cylinder, Wayne got that out by
pouring hot oil into the cylinder which soon shifted it, suddenly the week
had almost passed us by & we all felt the withdrawal symptoms of being away
from the island knowing that Linda was highly excited about her impending
visit.

Having finally handed back Ginger's Honda cub, the Honda ANF125 Innova was
returned to the Honda dealer where Arne checked it over, gave it a service
& it became Linda's mount for the time being, Jimmy had now completed his
motorcycle training at Quickstart & this was the afternoon of his test, he
rode into my drive beaming a huge smile on his face at having passed his
motorcycle test & one of life's challenges, the next one on the agenda
would be his driving lessons & car test.

We all needed to get away from the hustle & bustle of the previous few
days, Linda needed some camping gear for her visit to the island & went
with Ollie to both Four points & the army surplus stall in the market, her
Auslotto cheque had just been express cleared making her a millionaire &
yet there was also her compensation payment due once John's solicitor had
finalized everything, the youngster concerned was now on a curfew order
awaiting court, what we didn't know was it wouldn't be the last we would
hear from him, that little shit was more deviously clever than we would
ever expect in more ways than one which would seriously challenge even
Rob's computer skills.

Once again the clan was gathering for another trip to the island with Linda
having already seen our photos taken there on previous visits, the Colossus
computer had already crunched the numbers for the lottery & Dorian went
across the road & bought a ticket for the shop's syndicate which now
included Linda into the bargain even though our own lotto cracker was now
more than up to the job & filed on all our laptops plus Rob had a master
copy saved to disc,

Matt sent me a text telling me that he was at Paddington station, as it was
lunchtime; I called him back asking him to take a train as far as Slough
where one of us will collect him, Jordan piped up saying. "I'll do it,"
obviously he's fallen in love with the old VW beetle & saw the opportunity
for another drive in the car, in many ways I could see where this would end
up, possibly with his father buying the car off me.

Jane called saying she was on the motorway & would be with me in 10
minutes, I thought, "Oh shit, her BSA Bantam's ready & it hasn't had its
MOT test, Linda was my obvious choice to take the bike to the Honda dealer
where Dorian would carry out the test except that she didn't as yet know
the way to the shop, fortunately Ollie does, I called them both over
saying.

"Linda, please take that red BSA bantam to the Honda dealer for its
roadworthy (using the Australian terminology for an MOT test), take Ollie
with you as he knows the way."

The pair of them quickly donned crash helmets, Linda started the bike still
in disbelief that it was the very machine Ollie had rode along the Skeleton
waterholes creek, bought by Jane, crated up & flown to the UK, Ollie sat on
the pillion box seat & they rode away with huge beaming smiles on their
faces, Jane turned up asking.

"Where are those 2 going on my bike? I've just seen it being ridden along
the road."

"Don't worry; it's just Ollie with his mum taking it for its MOT," she
pressed the alarm remote of her BMW & entered the garage to see the Honda
XL250 Motosport's empty lower crankcase in the engine stand & some engine
parts on my bench, she asked.

"Whose bike are you working on?"

"It's Ollie's mum's, as you see, it's another major project, understandably
she wanted one to relive her youth, she could have easily waited & bought a
restored one from a dealer, but no, I followed up a lead from John at
Reading wreckers for that one which was in amongst loads of junk in some
old eccentric bloke's garden, the whole bike was just one dead weight, we
had to clear away the weeds & drag it out onto the pick up, it took a lot
of haggling from her to get him to part with it, you have to feel sorry for
the old gent who believed he could still fix it up."

"That's really sad, it would have ended up being carted away with all the
rest of the junk after he died, mum's told me about loads of similar cases
to yours when someone's house gets cleared out & everything ends up in the
dump unless it's the pikies who got the job, those people are really smart
when it comes to matters like that, they sort through everything & a lot of
it is very quickly put on ebay, antiques are taken to sale rooms &c, its no
wonder those guys are stinking rich."

"I believe that, although it makes me think I've been in the wrong job all
my life, I wouldn't trade it for anything else though."

My phone rang with Matt asking to be collected from the station having
already arrived which caught us on the hop. "I'll go & get him," said Jane,
she pressed the alarm remote, got into her BMW, started it up, reversed out
of the drive & drove off, some minutes later, Linda & Ollie returned from
the Honda dealer on the BSA Bantam with huge smiles on their faces & the
MOT test certificate, only the machine's registration remained, I had all
the documents previously prepared including the dating certificate from the
BSA owners club & Jane's cheque, I sealed the envelope, passed it to Ollie
who shot off on his mountain bike to the post office & posted the documents
using a signed for service. Jane returned with Matt & they both lovingly
looked over the machine before Matt begged her to take him for a spin, I
said to her.

"Just round the block, until you get your registration," they donned crash
helmets, the machine was restarted, both sat on it & rode back out of the
drive soon to return with huge smiles on their faces, these were special
moments for them and thoughts of the rusting hulk of another plunger framed
BSA Bantam which lay in the old gent's garage kept prodding my mind,
somehow it seemed as though the very character of that machine was reaching
out to me in a cry for help, during my time as a motorcycle mechanic, I
must have heard countless stories like this, but the one which really got
to me came from one of the shop's customers who was actually given a pre
war 350cc Norton International which languished in a garden shed for over
65 years, somehow I consider this to be better than a ghost story, this was
one of those stories where the machine remains locked away forgotten about
& rusting away, it came to light when his Austin Seven car overheated on a
hot day & he pulled into the lady's drive to get the car away from the
road, after some time letting the engine cool down & topping up the
radiator, they talked at length in the garden when a sudden icy gust of
wind blew the shed door open to reveal the motorcycle, with his gentlemanly
insistence to close the door, his eyes fell on the machine & with his
curiosity, he asked her about it.

"It was my son's bike, his pride & joy, he joined the RAF just before the
war started & became a Spitfire pilot, he was returning home on leave one
day during a terrific storm when he rounded a bend & crashed into a fallen
tree, of course I was always telling him to go & buy himself a helmet, but
he never did, otherwise he might still be alive today, he died in hospital
a few days later, the bike has always remained there since that day and I
have never told anyone about it, I must say, I do like your car, you do
look after it well, I must say, If I let you have it, promise me that you
will take good care of it."

"Of course, he made her that promise & became the new owner of the bike, he
lovingly restored that bike over a few years & oddly enough, there was
actually very little damage done in the crash, when he brought it in for
its MOT about 2 years ago, he looked as though he saw a ghost, I got him a
coffee out of the machine whilst I tested the bike which by the way, passed
with flying colours, I sensed his uneasiness & asked him."

"Is there anything bothering you as you look as white as a sheet?"

"I don't know how to tell you this & you probably won't believe me either,
I came here through the back lanes near Cookham on the way here when
suddenly there's this young man wearing an RAF uniform stood in front of me
waving his arms shouting for me to stop, which I did, luckily that bike has
really good brakes otherwise I would have hit him, he tells me there's a
fallen tree around the bend, I rode slowly to find there was no fallen tree
& when I looked behind, he was gone."

This was indeed one hell of a story & had to be the best one I have heard
to date, somehow I knew I had to do a deal with the old gent for his BSA
Bantam which would be ideal for Jimmy to ride in the toy run which we could
restore for him in time for the event, just as I thought about it, he came
out wearing his raunchy teenage girls outfit, his huge nylon encased cock
sheathed in his black nylon cocksock briefs dangling sexily in front
bringing out our coffees, Linda lovingly caressed it with her hand & it
became fully hard, within moments his pre-cum leakage had soaked right
through the nylon & when it powerfully twitched in her hand, a gush of his
watery white love juices gushed out through the nylon as he uttered a low
moan.

Justine rode up on her mountain bike, also sexily dressed carrying her
rucksack, her outrageously monstrous cock sheathed in the white nylon of
her cocksock briefs had been in full view of whoever saw her whilst riding
her bike & when she stood up, it dangled three quarters down her thighs
almost to her knees, the group was slowly gathering for another weekend on
the island & we left about an hour later.

I drove there in the Cortina estate with Linda in the front passenger seat
with Jimmy & Ollie squeezed in the back, behind them, the car was packed
with rucksacks, Jordan took Wayne, Damian & Arne in the VW Beetle, Jane
took Rob, Pat & Justine in her BMW, Damian's mum took Johann, Sven & Matt
in the Mustang & surprisingly we had a new addition with Vicky joining us
for her first time on the island which certainly met with Jimmy's approval,
she drove up to my house shortly before we departed.

Vivian brought Andrew, Desmond & Mark around in the Plymouth Barracuda
which we all heard the throaty roar as the car approached which certainly
caught Linda's eye as she loved the sights and sounds of a good V8 engined
muscle car plus its immaculate lines were pleasing to the eye. I had also
received a call earlier from Rick telling us he would be collecting Miranda
with her mountain bike & Don the old photographer from Reading bridge in
the countess.

It seemed as though a shining light came to Linda's life as we drove to
Shiplake, she had such a happy demeanor especially after we turned off the
motorway and drove through lush green countryside towards Henley on Thames
to drive over the bridge & turn left towards Reading, we arrived at
Shiplake church finding the gate open enabling our motorcade to drive
downhill through the college grounds & finally park beside the boathouse,
then walk with our rucksacks across the river frontage green to board the
waiting countess.

There was the hustle & bustle as we set up a line to pass rucksacks into
the cabin before we all took our places for the short trip to the island,
both Ollie & his mum were at the stern with him giving a lovely commentary
of the trip pointing out interesting features on the way, being a hot
summer's evening, there were a number of teenagers from the courses run at
the college sunning themselves at the swimming hole tree as well as a few
swimming in the water, so Rick selected neutral & the countess glided
leisurely past the swimmers, Linda's eyes were firmly fixed on the island
which certainly impressed her as she said to us. "This is such a wonderful
place," just as Justin appeared beside the tree trunk wearing only his
black speedos to give us a wave & Ollie asked his mum. "Please give Justin
a wave," which she immediately did calling out. "Hello Justin."

After rounding the southern end of the island, the vessel docked at its
usual mooring & we disembarked, we all worked like a well oiled machine
erecting both our huge shelter sheet bashas whilst Linda watched in awe as
the shelters took shape, Both Rick & Justin were attending to the cooking
on the British army field kitchen & told us to expect dinner in about half
an hour, so we all changed into our swimsuits & queued up at the swimming
hole tree waiting our turns to dive or jump in.

Vicky too became enchanted by the island telling us it's such a wonderful
place until she suggested that a house should be built here until Rick told
her that the island becomes flooded during the winter, we were all enjoying
ourselves so much, time just flew by when Justin appeared & called us for
our evening meals.

Linda found the sight of Justin stood there in just his speedos highly
erotic, his skin now bronzed by the sun with his long flowing blond hair,
ample breasts with large nipples which sometimes had beads of breast milk
on them packing a huge cock for a 15 year old which even soft, formed a
formidable tent in his speedos, just the sight of him turned both Linda &
Vicky on as their juices started flowing into their vaginas, as he served
them both, he pouted his lips & gave them a cheeky smile.

After dinner, most of the group, still wearing their swimsuits went to the
swimming hole tree to lie on the grass & sunbathe, meanwhile Ollie lay on
Rick's bed on board the countess with Damian's mum for the next hour having
a session with her Nooglberry on his breasts whilst she was naked, he
thoroughly enjoyed these sessions during which he received a highly sensual
massage followed by her easing his speedos down, taking them off &
straddling him as his huge rock hard cock, soaked with his flowing love
juices entered her vagina, she thoroughly enjoyed those feelings of
fullness, just as she does with Damian at home, Ollie's vaginal fluids were
flowing copiously & the suction from the Noogleberry on his breasts never
failed to bring on his intense tingling sensations taking him through a
series of earth shattering simultaneous orgasms during every session with
his spunk blasting into her vagina, his vaginal fluids gushing out with his
breast milk into the cups.

The following session on the Noogleberry was taken by Justin who had the
pleasure of being massaged & straddled by Justine, this was his first
session on the Noogleberry & his orgasms came on like an express train,
Justine was completely surprised by the huge volumes of spunk Justin shot
out of his cock which almost flooded her with 2 dozen hot huge blasts
inside her vagina even though Justin was no match for her fire hose like
blasts erupting from her monstrously huge cock which shot everywhere with
breast milk squirting out from her nipples landing on Justin's body while
his breast milk managed to half fill the Noogleberry's larger cups which
were fitted owing to her much larger breasts.

It too was Matt's first go on the Nooglberry, the smallest cups were fitted
as all he had was very prominent breast buds, Rick showed Simon how to use
the Hitachi wand on Matt who squealed with delight as he sucked off his
cock, only to be rewarded with his load in seconds, now it was Simon's turn
on the Noogleberry which too brought him off within seconds as his load
flooded Matt's mouth.

The students from the college were all skinny dipping in the backwater, by
now everyone had removed their swimsuits & lay there totally naked in the
evening sun having partnered up to kiss, fondle, make love & have sex with
each other in full view of all the students in the water, it wasn't long
before they came out & joined in the session, surprisingly, the smallest &
youngest boy in the group who was about 15 hit onto Vivian right away & he
very soon had his cock inside his boy pussy hole, being an old hand, he
certainly knew how to give a youngster a good time & the boy's mewling,
moans & other vocal sounds certainly bore testament to Vivian's skills, so
much so that when it was time to retire, he snuggled up to him & spent the
night together inside his sleeping bag only to return to the college the
following morning with spunk running into his underwear & wetting his
shorts.

Don the photographer took loads of photos with his DSLR camera which we
watched on his computer screen on board the countess after having watched
the movie on the video projector along with some of the students with
welcome nightcap hot soup provided by Justin on the British army 4 burner
field kitchen & every student who remained behind was served albeit in
plastic cups & given refills before departing on the Countess of Clewer for
the college as the youngster watched the vessel depart from Vivian's
sleeping bag inside the shelter sheet basha.

The following morning, myself with Linda & Rob departed for the Honda
dealer in the Cortina estate followed by Vivian & Wayne in the Barracuda &
Jordan with Damian in the Volkswagen beetle, Dorian had already opened up
the shop so we pushed out all the bikes, Rob logged onto the shop's
computer system to find he was locked out, none of us could log on either
which seriously upset the apple cart so he logged onto the shop's email
account to find that blocked also, Rob lit up a cigarette, sent Damian for
a coffee and started twiddling a pen with his fingers, fortunately he had
set a secure default password which also required both Vivian & Dorian to
input theirs, we were now into the shop's computer system only to find that
all the files were now encrypted, Dorian asked for the impending lottery
selection from the shop's lotto cracker for when he pops over to the shop
later that morning only to find the entire lotto programme gone just like
the morning mist, Vivian's phone went off with a text message
saying. "Stuffed you lot right up, ha, ha, ha, instructions to follow re
sending money, Linda knows who." The shop was now being held to ransom by a
computer hacker.

I asked Linda. "Who do you know who would do this?" she drew in her breath
& though for a few moments before saying.

"It has to be that little shit back home; it looks to me as though he wants
revenge for stuffing his life up & having him jailed."

I gave John a call at Southend airport & filled him in about the computer,
he replied. "I'll grab my gear & see you at lunchtime; the other engineers
can carry on with the 707."

Dorian phoned the guy at Bletchley Park, told him the story & later that
morning the Colossus computer had crunched the numbers for the evening's
national lottery draw which he received as a text, meanwhile Rob removed
the base unit & fortunately there was another new one still in the box
waiting to be installed & when finished, he loaded the shop's back up discs
onto the computer, connected it to the fax line & signed up with a totally
different server, the shop's systems were now up & running although he left
the shop's website untouched for the time being, once again Rob felt
euphoric at having defeated a hacker although he saw the theft of the lotto
cracker as his backup to getting money.

Vivian's phone started getting angry text messages saying, "Where's my
money? & why have you blocked me out? He blocked the number on his phone
which now fell silent although this didn't stop him from ringing the shop's
fixed line phone

Vivian was now fuming like a bull being shown the red flag & he just
shouted down the phone telling him to fuck off or he'll come over there &
pummel him into the ground then slammed the receiver down. If I know
Vivian, he's highly skilled at martial arts & certainly capable of clearing
a bar out, definitely not someone to get on the wrong side of.

I had to get on with the MOT tests & the first one was the old gent on his
ex WD BSA M20, definitely a machine which looked as though its been in a
few wars & not restored so I had to look this one over carefully & Jordan
helped me check it over, despite appearances & some minor wear in the
girder fork spindles, the bike passed its MOT test, fortunately as MOT
computerization operates from a dedicated phone line, that little shit
wasn't able to hack their system, I sat down with the old gent over a
coffee to discuss his BSA Bantam & a few moments later the deal was done,
money changed hands & I sent both Jordan & Wayne out in the pick up to
collect the bike.

Linda done really well at the spare parts counter, she certainly grasped
our computer system quickly & used the Honda electronic spare parts
catalogue quite a few times although the older models required her to use
the microfiche reader, most of her day's sales required her to order parts
which we didn't have in stock & she certainly knew her game with ordering
aftermarket spares from Hilevel which was compiled manually, we usually
faxed the order in but she wanted to do it by email from now on, Dorian
helped her with the more specialist items like dyno jet kits, power
commanders & tuning goodies for the fully faired race type bikes such as
fireblades.

By mid afternoon, Rob had completed totally reformatting the old base unit
& installed a new hard drive, now it was ready to go, even though the
little shit had hacked his email, he sent him one telling him in no
uncertain terms to leave our computer systems alone & as an incentive, sent
him the numbers for the next Auslotto draw which the colossus computer
picked knowing that will shut him up with the old adage of a fool & his
money are soon parted.

We had all worked late that day & when the shop finally closed, we returned
straight back to the island, Rick & Justin had loads of warm water ready
for our showers, both from the Puffing Billy water heater & the billycans
around the fire, we stripped & washed the day's sweat & grime off
ourselves, dried off & took our places in the line up for our evening meals
of chicken kievs, crispy roast potatoes & minted peas followed by fruit
cocktail with ice cream, it was nice to see the youngster who Vivian slept
with the previous night had returned to the island after his day's
activities wearing only his red speedos sporting a nice prominent bulge & a
healthy suntan standing arm in arm with young Matt, also wearing his
speedos.

John once again felt good about being back on the island; both he & I took
our meals on board the countess & talked about recent events, I showed him
the photos of Jane's BSA bantam restoration which he gazed at admiringly on
Rick's computer together with Ginger's Honda cub which we had a laugh &
joke about only to be disturbed when Matt boarded the countess with the
young lad in tow taking him straight to Rick's bed & a good session with
the Noogleberry.

We heard the youngster's moans & expletives through the partition as the
Noogleberry went to work on his breasts & he uttered.

"This is really awesome, it feels so good I'm almost about to come," they
both wore their speedos until Matt untied the cord & took them off the lad
followed by him taking off his speedos when the lad exclaimed.

"Bloody hell, your cock is so huge, I thought mine was big at 7 inches, but
yours is like a log & your hair's like a girl," Matt slowly wanked it for
him then laid him down across the bed with his feet on his shoulders, he
took out Rick's lube from his bedside cabinet, lubed him up & slowly pushed
his huge rampant leaking cock inside his boy pussy hole & all the time he
kept saying. "Go easy with that thing."

Matt pounded into him with his youthful exuberance after his cock settled
inside his pussy hole & the lad's constant expletives must have been heard
all over the island, he screamed as his cock blasted out jets of teenage
boy spunk hitting him in the face & flying past his ears with successive
blasts landing on his stomach, his clenching pussy hole brought Matt's
highly intense orgasm as huge blasts of spunk flooded into the boy who
moaned loudly as each one flooded inside him.

Everything went quiet as they relaxed in their afterglows in Rick's bed &
talked quietly, a few moments later the scents of burning weed permeated
through the vent in the partition & out of Rick's bedroom windows, he asked
Matt.

"I loved seeing you lot all dressed as slutty teenage girls & oh those
panties, how on earth do you get away with everyone seeing your cocks
hanging out past the bottoms of your see through mini skirts, then there's
your suspender belts, stockings & your bras & panties which can be seen
from miles away, to cap it all, your nipples show right through your
clothes & their so big, I very nearly shot my load in my pants just looking
at you."

Matt said, "You just wait, we have some really kinky surprises for you,
have you seen some of the others with their boobs, they're making milk
which we all drink in our coffee plus there's also cheese made from breast
milk stocked in the fridge on board this boat."

"Bloody hell, you lot really are kinky, you make this place look like a
porn movie set, can we sleep together tonight?"

"Of course we can," they lovingly embraced & kissed each other before
falling asleep in Rick's bed.

Damian came on board wearing only his speedos with his rock hard cock
making a huge bulge & leaking pre-cum through the nylon gagging for sex, he
gave Rick one of his fantastic blow jobs which filled his mouth with fine
vintage cum in seconds before taking off his speedos & bending over a bench
seat ready for me to push my huge rampant cock inside him, his gaping pussy
hole was pouring out spunk where Justine had shagged him with her enormous
cock by the swimming hole tree, my cock went in there straight to my balls
& I gave it to him hard, OMG, he was calling me all the dirtiest names
under the sun & within a few minutes he shot his load against the backrest
of the seat followed by me blasting shit loads of spunk inside him.

Everyone was just a mass of bodies having sex, smoking weed & making love
to each other until both Rick & Justin fired up the British army field
kitchen to heat up the water for everyone's nightcap drink of hot soup, it
seemed as though the day's activities had tired everyone out as we all
retired to our sleeping bags for an early night.

The following morning, no one wanted to get up as we were all comfortable
inside our sleeping bags, I turned on my Grundig Yacht boy radio listening
to Classic Gold on 1431 KHz, it seemed as though I hardly heard any records
being played over the airwaves as sleep returned to me, yet the others
inside the shelter sheet basha must have done as I lay there for over an
hour until finally Justin crawled out of his sleeping bag sporting a huge
morning woody, put on his speedos & ambled over to the countess to get Rick
up, some moments later, the sounds of the field kitchen's 4 burners
together with the cooking smells wafting inside our bashas slowly got
everyone out of their sleeping bags, it was such a beautiful warm sunny
morning, all we threw on was just our swimsuits knowing there would be
passers by walking along, running & riding mountain bikes along the
towpath. My thoughts went to both Linda's Honda XL250 Motosport & her BSA
Bantam which Jordan went to collect, leaving it parked in the Honda
dealer's workshop; both those restorations would keep us busy for a while,
Jane's bike was now finished & just required registering with an age
related number plate, negotiations for the second shop's premises were well
advanced & we could be moving in there in a month into an industrial
unit. Having tried for a shop, the industrial unit was the better option as
it was far cheaper & fortunately it wasn't far from the A4, the down side
was there wasn't a nearby shop although a large van called daily which made
up for it, a lot of work lay ahead in kitting out the building, fortunately
Dorian had experience in setting up dealerships & he wanted this shop to
specialize in older classic machinery whereas the Honda shop would carry on
as is, a down side is working on older machines which could easily have
more problems owing to they're having been around a while.

Matt's father drove down from London in his 25 year old BMW 520 which
certainly was a very well kept car for its age & he walked across the river
frontage green to board the countess & the trip to the island, Rick took
the vessel past the swimming hole tree selecting neutral as some of our
group were swimming in the water including Matt who called out. "Hi dad," &
gave him a wave, you could see the pride in his eyes as he gazed at his
son's form in the water, after rounding the southern end of the island, the
vessel docked at its usual mooring & Matt's father stepped out uttering a
loud sigh saying. "This place is so beautiful, who owns it?" Rick gave him
the run down about the college & the island after which he summed up. "This
place has to be worth an absolute fortune & it's so well kept, just ideal
for a posh house."

I replied, "It really is although the island floods in the winter, whoever
builds a house here would need a flat roof strong enough to support a
helicopter built on reinforced concrete pillars, with floods and fierce
currents, a helicopter's the only way on and off the island."

"I see, changing the subject, you know that large house near where Damian
lives, it's come up for auction and guess what, it's ours now, the
builders, decorators & electricians start tomorrow & very soon we'll be in
there, Matt was so overjoyed, especially with the prospect of moving out of
London to be amongst friends, he's really changed now, it seems as though
the fear has gone out of his eyes, I want to ask you a big favour, I would
like young Matt to stay in the area amongst his new friends for the
summer."

I replied. "Every one of us would be glad to have him with us, he'll be a
lot safer here, just make sure he has his mountain bike as they'll do quite
a lot of riding together," he smiled & said. "I have my son's bike in the
boot with his clothes."

Justin walked over with Matt & Jimmy after coming out of the water, they
dried off & both Rick & Justin started preparing the Sunday roast dinner, I
asked Matt's father to stay for dinner & he agreed, then gave his son the
good news about staying with us, a huge smile came to his face & he was
jumping for Joy, I suggested that he stay with Damian's mum with Ollie
which certainly was agreed as it was the best solution, he finally said.

"When you texted me those numbers, I bought a ticket right away just at the
last minute & I'm glad I did, winning the lottery has certainly changed our
lives, the club has now changed hands although I come in now & then as a
consultant, more of a silent partner if you like, I have arranged for Matt
to attend the same school as Damian knowing he'll have friends there at the
start of the new school year so he'll have his work cut out, seriously
though, you lot have been the best thing for him."

I took him on a guided tour of the island which certainly impressed him,
with all of us still wearing our swimsuits, he was certainly sporting a
huge hard on which tented out his trousers, we ended up by the swimming
hole tree & sat on the tree trunk talking for ages, the day had certainly
warmed up & the sun would shortly be shining on the grass beside the tree
trunk, Jane walked over to us wearing only her bikini bottoms, sat down &
lit up a joint, soon to be joined by Linda, we just chatted until Justin
called us for a well cooked turkey roast dinner, knowing Rick's keen eye
for bargains, he saw the frozen turkey going for half price & snapped it
up, having a roast turkey dinner brought some of our memories of
Christmas's past in the Australian sunshine which was topped off with
Christmas pudding even though we were enjoying this festive meal in the
height of summer, it was certainly a special meal which we all felt was
right for the special occasion & we had to take our hats off to Rick &
Justin for preparing & cooking it & serving us glasses of Portuguese Vinho
de Mesa Branco.

We all had our homes to go to with the week's work ahead for some of us, we
were soon in our cars driving back & once we were on the motorway, both
Vivian & Damian's mum floored the accelerators in the Challenger &
Barracuda, just to hear & watch both muscle cars roar off into the distance
was a sight to behold & music to our ears, we arrived at our homes to
settle down, watch TV, write & answer emails & the youngsters playing Grand
theft auto on the playstation, I relaxed in the settee pondering the coming
week's problems now that there was 2 motorcycles in the garage which both
had to re ready for the Reading toy run in December, I knew that with
having a good team around me this would be a doddle with more adventures in
store, Jimmy came & sat next to me wearing only his black nylon speedos &
Players black nylon vest with his huge cock forming a formidable tent in
his swimming trunks, he started gently fondling & kissing as pre-cum flowed
copiously through the nylon making a huge wet patch & trickling down to his
thigh, we went to my bedroom, he pulled down his speedos & laid across the
bed, I lubed him up & he put his legs onto my shoulders, I slowly pushed my
rampant cock into his hole & gently thrust into him, his cock got bigger
than its ever been before twitching powerfully with the occasional squirt
of watery white love juices shooting out, his pussy hole clenched onto my
cock every time it twitched, I knew I was building up to a hugely
shattering orgasm, but his cock shot off a huge load first which flew
everywhere as he started screaming, his clenching pussy hole triggered my
hugely intense orgasm as I flooded his chute with huge cum blasts which
even overcame me with a highly pleasurable intensity, I was muttering all
sorts of expletives before I finally pulled out & we lovingly embraced each
other with loads of kissing in our afterglows, he rolled up 2 joints which
we smoked whilst lying there when he said.  "I hope that Matt's wrote down
the youngster's phone number as he was such a nice lad."

To be continued.