Motorcycle Dealer

Motorcycle Dealer

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

2005

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ring me tonight when you finish."

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

"What are your plans for the evening?"

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

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

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

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

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

She opened the passenger door when I said to her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whose magazine is this?"

"I, um think it's mine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, go on, put me down."

She heaved a huge sigh of relief saying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My eyes lit up like beacons in total surprise saying.

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

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

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

The end.