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Subject: Schoolboy Lifeguard 4 This is entirely a work of fiction and all the named characters are fictitious and any relation to persons living or dead is purely unintentional. This story is set around the start of World War two and thereafter based around the experiences of a typical British secondary schoolboy living in Southern England who’s on a quest to work hard saving up money towards his passage to Melbourne, Australia to live with his uncle and aunt during the early part of the Second World War to escape the bombing. These are his adventures. Schoolboy lifeguard part four. AKA, The boy in the red bathing suit. Chapter four, The poachers apprentice. Old Bert who sells newspapers at the Rialto cinema is a very wily character indeed for not only has he gave me his prized catapult, he also gave me a book which was about 100 years old and despite its age it was in remarkably good condition titled `The night walker’ by Barney Rush. Written on the inside cover was the following. `To Andrew McAllister with my best wishes for a safe voyage and a happy and prosperous life in Australia from your ever loving friend and mentor. John Rushington, Birkenhead, August 4th 1852.’ When I looked through this book, I saw it was presented to Andrew prior to his voyage to Australia. As I looked through the pages I immediately realized it was more than just a complete treatise on poaching, it also contained chapters on shelter building, navigation, camouflage escape and evasion, care of cooking and eating utensils, suitable guns for poaching detailing small bore folding or cane shotguns, netting, snares and traps, ferreting, preparing and cooking game, recipes, edible plants and herbs and there was even an illustrated advert for a John Edgington she also passed me a second repaired brown one saying. “You’ll need two of these to make a bivouac tent, just pop into your local hardware shop for two broom handles to make the three foot tent poles with and a garden shop for some green jute twine.” “You are so kind to me, how can I ever repay you?” “Don’t worry yourself sonny, I saw your Boy Scouts badge on the lapel of your blazer which means a lot to me.” I came away very happy indeed and lit up a cigarette whilst waiting for my train at Paddington station. The return train journey was packed right out it was standing room only as we were packed like sardines in the carriage and I was back to wearing short trousers as mum wanted my long trousers to last which didn’t bother me one iota as all scouts wore shorts anyway as part of their uniform anyway except the pair I wore that day came from the pool’s lost property cast offs at the end of the year. This pair would have nicely fitted a short fat primary school boy whereas they were a loose fit on me requiring a belt to hold them up and had very little inseam resulting in showing a lot of thighs, not only that, mum had put a clean pair of underpants out for me which were like cotton boxer shorts with no support for my balls and huge cock and the leg hem was also just visible below my short trousers so two issues ocurred. One was that the end of my cock dangled below the leg hems and the other issue was passengers sat in the opposite seat were able to see the end of my cock, not that I gave a damn anyway except it attracted the attention of a red headed bespectacled young woman stood next to me who just happened to look down and saw my cock. She pressed her groin into mine whilst her hand found the head of my cock and began caressing the piss slit, of course I got a huge erection right away with my foreskin peeling back by itself which began leaking loads of pre-cum onto her hand when she would let go and lick off my juices, she started slowly wanking it as she looked down then whispered in my ear just as I caught the scents of her snatch wafting around us. “You must be the devil’s own creation having such a huge cock for a boy,” when she hiked up her skirt, moved the leg band of her now soaked panties aside and guided my cock inside her leaking snatch. She was definitely a tight fit and her snatch was giving my cock the most amazing caresses as I started slowly humping into her. She was definitely trying her best to stifle her moans when she made a particularly loud one as she convulsed when a hot liquid gushed out all over my package. I lit up another cigarette to tame my rampant cock and last longer even though she gushed another four times when there was no holding back as I began shooting huge long gushes of spunk inside her with her trying desperately to stifle her bitch like moans and had to wait for my cock to deflate before pulling out. It was still partially chubbed up and soaked with our fluids showing an obscene amount of cock dangling below the hem of my short trousers leaking out my remaining spunk onto my leg which trickled down to my sock. There was no doubting that the scents of sex were reeking in the carriage when she passed me her card which I pocketed right away and thanked her asking. “Just tell me one thing, How old are you?” . . . “Fifteen, I love a boy in short trousers with a huge cock, give me a call sometime.” Old Bert also taught me everything he knew during which we walked a lot of miles together. I practiced all the stealth movements he taught me across country keeping close to hedgerows, never going over the brow of a hill and walking along narrow lanes at night when you could barely see where you were going. Mum cottoned on that I was eating more vegetables now which pleased her no end. (I couldn’t very well tell her it’s for my night vision). After a lot of practice, I became a crack shot with the catapult bagging my first bunny with a head shot from 30 yards with the ball bearing smashing into its head. I thought they just dropped down dead straight away but no, they usually kick and writhe on the ground for a while afterwards. I got permission to shoot the air rifle in the grounds of Strande Castle adding more rabbits, pheasants and ducks to my list of kills. Fortunately Mrs. Grazebrook has a black Labrador which she trained as a gun dog which her dog was very good at although it did take a few shots to get her dog used to the air rifle. Bert took me to a nearby wood where he knew pheasants roosted at night. Sometimes you would see the silhouette of the bird escort izmit in the tree and I brought down a fair few that way, always hitting them with a loud thump as such was the power of my catapult whilst at other times Bert would shine his torch to spot one when I would have to be quick to get my shot in before the bird flew its roost and I can assure you, a three eights inch ball bearing hitting a tree makes a loud noise. I camped out with Dylan with my new army shelter tent at the local thicket. These sheets had a series of holes six inches apart the same as our British army MK V groundsheets and MK VII groundsheet capes. The days and nights were of equal length in October with leaves falling off the trees and even though we both carried the three sheets each with our bedrolls, three foot two piece tent poles made from broom handles with brass tubing, garden twine, wire tent pegs, food, water and Blackies Tommy’s cookers. We erected a larger low profile pup tent shelter with part of the tarpulins folded inwards enabling both ends to be fully blocked off with our groundsheets for which we used our capes instead, laid out our bedrolls and finally camouflaged the tent with vegetation so it was well hidden. We both agreed the tent we erected was a really good one which unlike the previous one certainly gave us more privacy at night even though it had a lot more room. We bought a small night light candle lantern each to illuminate the tent at night giving it a homely touch without the light penetrating the canvas and slightly warming the interior of the tent. Once inside with both ends closed off we stripped naked and began fondling, kissing and caressing each other, Dylan’s breasts were bordering on looking girly with large nipples on pointed breast buds which bounced as he ran during cross country. I couldn’t resist the temptation to suck on them which had him moaning like a bitch. It was now my turn to plow him with my monster teen boys cock inside his rear hole. I smeared his hole with a generous portion of Vaseline and smothered my already rock hard cock then pushed it in slowly which fell straight in. I knew straight away that this boy’s had loads of cocks up his hole and despite me packing a huge cock even by man standards, I certainly filled this boy’s hole right up and he was loving every minute of it. Dylan’s cock shot off his first load of spunk all by itself withing a couple of minutes making me almost shoot my load inside him. I reached for my packet of cigarettes, lit one and took a huge inhalation taming my cock somewhat when Dylan asked for one which I lit for him despite never seeing this boy sneaking a quiet smoke somewhere although I did detect the sound of matches rattling inside its box coming from the pocket of his shorts on cross country. After finishing our cigarettes making the whole interior of the tent thick with cigarette smoke, I plowed slowly into him which didn’t last long when he demanded to give it to him hard. I drove into him like a jack hammer making him moan like a bitch and shooting off another load of spunk all by itself and another load again which took me right over the edge as I collapsed onto him in a perspiring heap with several hose like jets of spunk flooding inside him uttering loud sighs with each hot jet filling up his insides. I felt truly whacked with my exertions yet Dylan had that smile on his face when you just know that the shagging I just gave him has left him deeply satisfied. There was no doubting that he’s a satyr maniac when it comes to sex and he will perforn any which way he can just to get his rocks off. I was already aware that at least half the fourth year boys have shagged him with a few from my form. You just know how word gets around in a school and another clue I spotted was Mr. Breedlove’s trousers. Whenever he’s stood facing the class, his cock hangs down his right like a huge fat sausage in his trousers which by now wold have certainly been noticed by the whole class as he’s as big soft as I am hard and normally his trousers are clean at the front, that is until Dylan, the new boy joined the class followed soon afterwards by the front of Mr. Breedlove’s trousers displaying huge spunk stains. It doesn’t take much to work out that he’s become teacher’s shagging pet, especially when the teacher’s got to be packing a huge monster of a cock. I cooked up a can of soup for our nightcaps before we retired for the night, only this time Dylan remade our bedrolls into a double bedroll so we could sleep together as a pair of lovers should and before the night was out we shagged each other again having slept in an embrace together with our cocks touching each other fully consummating our love for each other before cooking breakfast and striking camp the following morning. Bert took me to the local corporation dump on a Sunday afternoon where I saw large flocks of partridges which I’ll soon be going after. The whole place was deserted and we scoured round a large green open shed with a corrugated tin roof when I saw bicycles in various states of disrepair. I searched round and found a suitably sized Raleigh with cable operated brakes minus wheels. Bert scoured around selecting the best pair of wheels and removed the best tyres and inner tubes from other wheels with his hands. He found an old toolbox containing tools which probably belonged to a worker which he used to re-assemble the bike with. Fortunately the bike still had its chain but with flat tyres and no brakes I wheeled it away with the tyres slung over one shoulder leaving by the way we came in through the undergrowth and onto the unsurfaced lane. Dad told me off for bringing rubbish to the house until he realized the bike could be fixed up whereby he would ride mine from now on. He fixed the brakes, changed the tyres, changed the luggage carrier over and finally adjusted the saddle. Now I had a perfectly serviceable bike albeit it certainly looked decrepit without its mudguards or chainguard yet despite its appearance the bike was nice to ride. During the week I bought a tin of army green paint from the army surplus shop in Market Street and gave the bike a coat of paint then bought a strong padlock and chain from the hardware store determined not to lose my bike to a thief. John and I camped overnight in mild weather izmit escort in secluded woods using my tent erected from both tarpaulins tied together with twine along the ridge in a pup tent shape one weekend in preparation for our 14 mile hike tests during half term which certainly is a different experience camping in a tent with both ends open. One advantage we shared was carrying only half the tent and therefore half the weight and less as those two sheets are lighter than our American pup tents. Both of us had army surplus D shaped mess kits from the last war with a few Blackies Tommy’s cookers which are small tins containing alcohol paste with a pot stand to heat food with. We brought along tinned stew, baked beans with sausages, brew kits containing tea, sugar and some National dried milk and porridge. John also brought along his Millbank bag which he told me is a water filter device with a small bottle of iodine tincture and thoroughly instructed me in how to collect and treat water from a clear water source, what he showed me that day stood me in good stead a year later out in the Australian bush. John certainly chose a good spot in the woods amongst smaller younger trees well away from the beaten track with the tent only two and a half feet high with certainly enough room for both of us. We used two army surplus blankets made up as a double bedroll using huge blanket pins which is the tried and tested method of a Boy Scout’s single bedroll unless you were lucky enough to have an ex army officers bedroll using our capes as groundsheets. Once again being hot blooded boys, we were soon wanking each other to our climaxes during the night followed by sensual caressing and shagging each others rear holes and we kissed each other passionately like a pair of lovers for our first time. We both knew boys aren’t supposed to kiss each other and yet it felt so right, as though we were starting out on a lifelong relationship together, one which we both knew would be torn apart by distance and maybe by death so we decided to live for these precious moments we have left together despite the laws of our country with John’s erect cock being plowed in and out of my hole. The sensations we both experienced that night were indeed incredible and very short lived. It felt as though his organ found some secret spot inside me exciting my very powerful ejaculation as I felt his warmth also flow inside. This was truly forbidden fruit which was never talked about and yet we had cemented a bond between us by committing an act of consummation. During the first weekend of the half term holiday both John therefore I crept slowly using a ghost walk technique waving a thin long switch cut from a bush to detect any tight string devices when I cracked a twig and froze still. I immediately knew this only happens in woods and rarely on open ground. I pushed my luck and pressed on cracking another twig within seconds deciding to make my exit and met up with Bert at the road whispering. “I got out of there as I cracked two twigs going in.” “Yes, I heard you from here, Old Peepynose is one hell of a crafty bastard to be playing that trick, you done right to get out of there.” I was plagued with thoughts about the night at the Cookham farm; I was the poacher up against a very smart gamekeeper, perhaps he was watching me all the time or he was never there but one just doesn’t know with old Peepynose when an idea came to mind to flush him out, if he’s as smart as I think he is he’s unlikely to realize my ruse which will bring us face to face in broad daylight. I waited for a night with approaching rain and with my camping kit I set out for the farm and erected my shelter from a single tarpaulin propped up in the middle by a two foot pole with its end protected by an old tennis ball with a hole cut into it to accept the pole and prevent the pole punching a hole into the canvas which was pegged out on three sides leaving a fourth for the entrance tocrawl under. I then I dragged my kit in and laid out my groundsheet and bedroll by torchlight after which I lit a candle knowing the light won’t penetrate the canvas and began reading a book just as the heavens opened up with a deluge. I was lucky to have sited my shelter on a slight mound which probably saved me from getting wet with water coming in from under my tarpaulin knowing I should have dug a water run off channel when I fell asleep. I woke up the following morning and looked outside to see a tramp sat on a shooting stick greeting me nicely with “Good morning,” with an Australian accent. I struck camp whilst he asked. “What happened to you to make you want to camp here?” I replied. I was coming back from my girlfriend’s house taking a short cut when the rain came down and being a good Boy Scout I was prepared and erected an emergency shelter.” “I had a good look at your shelter and I must say someone’s taught you very well indeed, especially having erected the correct shelter for open ground and foul weather, so who taught you?” I sensed he was probing me and replied with the first name I thought of replying. “John Rushington, he’s our scoutmaster.” I knew immediately I had slipped up with the author’s name praying he hasn’t read the book when he said. “Jack Rushington at your service, my great grandfather wrote a book which caused uproar at the time amongst the landed gentry who took him to court, needless to say, all of his books were withdrawn and he was made bankrupt.” “So what is this book you’re talking about?” “It’s called `The night walker’ which is a book about poaching; I have been searching all of my life trying to find a copy to no avail, it is very important to me owing to the family connection.” I asked. “What if I could get you one? I know where there is a copy, it’s in the school library but I can borrow it, but just tell me one thing, you’re Peepynose, aren’t you?” “And you’re the youngster who came looking and cracked two twigs aren’t you?” This was like two titans meeting in truce on the field of battle when Jack pulled out his Blackies Tommy’s cooker, lit it then boiled water in a stockman’s quart pot with its lid containing its mug making both of us a very nice cup of tea when Jack spoke. “This pot has brewed more cups of Billy tea out in the bush than your average person izmit kendi evi olan escort drinks in a lifetime which I keep it nice and clean. Seeing as I don’t have any gum leaves, fine English tea will have to do.” Jack told me how important it is to preserve the pheasant breeding stock ensuring there’s enough to go round in the coming food rationing and gave me permission to shoot as many rabbits as possible. After tea we parted company on good terms and he became like a second mentor in the coming days teaching me a lot more about camouflage and his wily methods and telling me his war stories from the last lot whilst serving with the 58th Battalion Australian infantry force and finally showing me his ghillie suit which makes him look like the beast from hell. I did lend him the book to read and he answered my questions saying. “My great grandfather presented this book to a boy called Andrew McAllister just before he boarded a migrant ship called the Ticonderoga to Melbourne as a stowaway. Over 100 people died on that ship with more after she was quarantined. Andrew survived the voyage and made a tidy sum from digging up gold; afterwards he went to university and studied criminal law becoming a top Russell Street detective. He married a colonel’s daughter and had kids. Alexander, his grandson was in my lot and he was killed during the war whilst his younger brother became a pilot.” “I’m due to leave for Melbourne on an evacuee ship sometime next year to live with my uncle and Aunt, hopefully before the Germans start dropping bombs.” “If and when you get there, can you look up my family? They have a place at Beechworth in Victoria. I’m sure the locals will tell you where they live.” I took down notes promising to look them up and write back addressing my letters to the farm which employs him. With my supplies of more rabbits now assured, Bert and I was able to fill more orders during the coming weeks with my half of the monies going into my post office account making me a rich boy. By December the weather became bitterly cold with frosts and fogs. The school barely had enough coke for the boilers and we endured freezing cold classrooms before the headmaster started closing the school on Tuesdays and Thursdays. There were coal shortages everywhere and like a lot of boys we went foraging for wood to keep our fires burning. When Mr. Breedlove asked me for a brace of pheasants I turned to old Jack to supply them for me. I delivered a brace of freshly killed pheasants to Mr. Breedlove who hugged, kissed and thanked me before inviting me in despite wearing only his dressing gown when I felt his huge cock brush up against me through his dressing gown. He lived alone in the end cottage at North Town Moor which had very small rooms just like the Garden Cottages slum houses. The living room was nice and cosy from the warmth and glow of the logs on his fireplace protected by a fine mesh fire guard whilst a single gas light illuminated the room with its incandescent mantle and yet he had several unlit candles in brass candlesticks at various places around the room in the event of power cuts. He placed an old Sirram kettle onto his solid fuelled range cooker which also had a pressure cooker sat next to it hissing a fine jet of steam cooking his vegetables whilst there was a small joint of beef in the oven which was almost done and once he finished cooking he was kind enough to serve me a small portion sized meal followed by a mug of tea sweetened with honey and whitened from his seven pound tin of National dried milk. He sat next to me on his sofa gently caressing my thighs when my huge cock instantly became hard making a huge log like tent in my short trousers as my foreskin peeled back exposing my cock head to the wonderful caress of my black silk swim suit I chose to wear as luxury underwear when I heard someone upstairs and got one hell of a surprise when Dylan entered the living room wearing a pair of black tiny silk briefs with a tie cord tied into a bow like a shoelace which are a German made pair of swim briefs barely able to contain his fully hard cock sporting a large wet patch and within mintes he stripped me totally naked and greased up my rear hole ready for Mr. Breedlove’s huge monster of a cock as Dylan said. “Let’s see how you are with ten inches up your hole.” Dylan sat down in front of the sofa whilst I bent over him supporting my self with both hands when he began sucking my huge cock whilst Mr. Breedlove slowly pushed his monster cock inside my rear hole and how he got that thing inside me beggars belief. It was definitely a very tight fit inside there and it felt wonderful with an aching sensation which slowly eased off, due in part to my hole expanding to accept his huge log like invader which must have felt like shitting a huge log. He slowly pistoned in and out of me which also felt as though he sated something which I could only describe as my hole’s isatiable hunger pangs for a cock inside me plus his cock was also massaging my secret love button making me shoot two huge loads into Dylan’s spunk hungry mouth and when Mr. Breedlove finally did come inside me, I lost count of his huge hot gushes flowing inside my hole and he was grunting like a bitch with every single one when Dylan took my place for another round with Mr.Breedlove’s monstously huge cock which took him a lot longer to fire his second load into Dylan’s hole during which Dylan must have shot his load at least three or four times with his spunk flying everywhere. By now the living room was reeking of sex and our body smells which Mr. Breedlove calls boy smell when we all piled into his double bed with him in the middle sucking both his nipples, planting him with loads of kisses, lovingly caressing him for ages when we finally went back downstairs and smoked our cigarettes followed by him cooking our soup and serving it in enameled mugs before we finally went to bed for the night and despite three of us crammed into his double bed, we were so tired we slept like dead men. Christmas was indeed a lowly affair with mum having to stock up beforehand with enough to make our Christmas cake and pudding and she was lucky to get a small turkey but our main issue we soon notice was it was getting harder to find wood for our fires. There were food shortages in the shops now and they had already started issuing ration books, identity cards and clothing coupons when after the first week of January 1940 it became so cold with heavy snowfalls the whole country became like a block of ice. End of chapter four.
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