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Subject: Schoolboy lifeguard 5 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 the Second World War 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 five. AKA, The boy in the red bathing suit. Chapter five, The winter bites. The new year of 1940 started cold and frosty when we returned back to school seeing everywhere coated with white frost. It was so cold that I slept in the same room with my parents. Dad would sometimes light a bonfire from whatever wood he could find to heat up some rocks then scoop them up into an old galvanized bucket with a shovel and take that to the bedroom to stand in the bedroom’s fireplace on a sheet of asbestos whilst mum made up the hot water bottles but this only kept the chill away which allowed us to fall asleep and afterwards I draped the tarpaulin over their bed to give them some extra insulation making a blanket bedroll with the second tarpaulin to wake up the following morning to a freezing cold house whereby the only respite from the cold was the heat from the range in the kitchen. Mum, god bless her soul would be up before us to light the range cooker and warm up a bucket of water for our morning wash whilst also cooking our breakfasts. Dad washed and shaved first as he was working followed by mum and lastly me thankful for the smell of carbolic soap on ourselves afterwards. The younger boys were taking a run up and sliding along a track of ice on the playground that first morning. This is made by a succession of boys sliding along the ice which melts and rapidly refreezes forming a length of track like a skating rink which boys run up to and using their body inertia to slide along the track in their shoes. Sometimes an occasional boy may slip and fall over whilst on the slide and an unwary boy could easily slip and fall over by just walking along or even just stepping onto the ice track when all of a sudden the air was split asunder with the sounds of gas rattles and football referees whistles seeing the sight of teachers all wearing gas masks with the headmaster timing the whole event with the school’s stop watch. Most boys were quick on the uptake in putting on their gas masks and I helped a few younger boys put theirs on when the headmaster blew a football referee’s whistle and called everyone to our first morning assembly in the school hall whilst the caretaker was out there shoveling ashes onto the ice track. Prior to the outbreak of war, it was only the first year boys who wore short trousers as required by the school’s dress code and now with the start of the new Spring term a lot of boys right through all year groups were wearing them. This was a sight previously unseen or unheard of the previous year and came about in order to save cloth which also applied to girls as well with news filtering through about them wearing shorter school uniform skirts. Dylan still wore his long trousers to school but I could see he also wore a suspender belt under his trousers which can only mean he also wore stockings even though I could see he also wore socks as well in order to keep his feet and legs warm when I began wondering escort izmit if I could see them then who else has? I couldn’t visualize him wearing them on days when we had P E or games otherwise everyone in the form would quickly learn of his secret. Butter, sugar, bacon and ham were the first things to go on ration and once your shops were selected you jolly well had to keep using them, it’s the old saying. `You made your choice now stick to it.’ The sugar ration also included jam and honey and the portions were meager, milk was also rationed to three pints per person per week or you took a tin of National dried milk instead to last three weeks which in my case I also received a free third of a pint at school. I became used to using it as it was easier to get hold of then but the Holy Grail was tea with Fussels condensed milk, trouble with that stuff is it was very sweet with kids trying to spoon out what leftovers there were stuck inside the tin. Working at the newspaper depot was restricted to deliveries to newsagents and my paper round owing to the season. I felt a great emptiness at receiving smaller wage packets equal to the rest of the boys with the holiday caravan park closed for the winter plus there was a new sight on the roads with cars now fitted with wooden boxes on the roof containing town gas as fuel for the cars as petrol was now in short supply and rationed and the local council began painting white lines along the side of every road so drivers could see the edge of the road during the blackout to minimize accidents owing to vehicles now fitted with masked headlights. I did read somewhere that it takes 85 gallons of petrol to refuel a spitfire but at least I could go swimming at the Slough Community Centre’s heated indoor swimming pool which is contained inside what resembles a factory building at weekends. I started going there shortly after the local open air pool closed for the year on Sunday mornings which entailed a bike ride of about six miles just to get there and locking the bike up securely, paying my money and swimming lengths in the 100 foot by 30 foot pool with a three foot shallow end and seven foot six inches at the deep end when after a few visits I was offered a book of tickets and allowed to park my bike in their boiler and plant room making it more secure. I also noticed one of their lifeguards certainly noticed me swimming and when the subject of my Bronze Medallion came up in conversation, he was definitely all ears. I took him for being a talent scout or something when he left to be replaced by an Irish teenage girl called Vicky. She definitely kept a close eye on me during my swim and when the lifeguard came back out he brought Joe the superintendent with him who flagged me out of the water and asked if I would like to work for him. I was over the moon to be offered this job and I snapped it up, at least it was six hours alternating between Saturdays and Sundays from eight in the morning so landing that one together with my paper round and poaching certainly went a long way to boosting my post office account. Joe was certainly a sly bugger if ever there was one; for starters his office was packed right out with goods like a shop with cigarettes, tins of tobacco my cock was fully hard inside my swimsuit which she no doubt saw judging by the wetness I could see on her shorts doubtless caused by her leaking pussy plus I got a whiff of her pussy scents and her nipples were seriously tenting out her tee shirt. There was no doubting this girl hat the hots for us izmit escort watching a pair of half naked teenagers swim in her pool. During the weekend Vicky put him through several timed tests and thankfully his times improved with each one despite him calling it a lung buster. This part of the test is strictly pass or fail whereas the rest of the rest is more or less a display of competence and when it came time for his exam he sailed through. After what he went through recently with his grandparents, passing his Bronze Medallion just weeks shy of his fourteenth birthday gave him a huge confidence boost adding another Bronze Medallion holder to our troop’s ranks and working as a part time lifeguard with me. I had the task of clearing out Joe’s desk after the council men came and cleared most of his black market stocks from both the office and the plant room. I checked through all the papers, most of which were invoices and checked them against the ledger of suppliers and found one, a supplier of swimwear in London which wasn’t in the ledger thinking. `This is odd,’ and put it aside. I continued searching through the drawers finding mainly junk although there was a large Acme Thunderer referee’s whistle with a leather lanyard which I took out and gave to Dylan as he was out on poolside. In the bottom draw I found a leather loose leaf binder of Duke Size pages (7 x 5 � inches) plus his swimming club folder whilst Vicky found his stash of those red and black skimpy silk swim briefs. She took one out of the box and looked at it with a disgusted look saying. “I’m not having my lifeguards swim in here wearing this trash in front of the public, go and put them in the dustbin right now please and after you’ve done that, please sort out the lost property for me.” “Right away miss.” I done as she asked putting the clear outs from Joe’s old desk into the bin first followed by the box of skimpy swim briefs then went onto sorting out the lost property when I spotted an old ex army large pack which I immediately bagged for myself. It looked as though these clothes have been here years judging by the few haversacks containing towels and swimsuits which stank and were mouldy which I left outside in the bin and with my hour up I had to relieve Dylan from poolside whilst he had his lunch and smoke. When I came off poolside for lunch and a smoke relieved by the local Boy Scout, I looked through the plant room when I became attracted to an odd looking walking stick leaning against the far corner coated with dust. Curiosity got the better of me when I picked it up and immediately realized it certainly was heavy for a walking stick when I saw a brass tip on the end which came off in my hand revealing a stout walled tube when a long rod fell out of the tube. It was stood on a box and when I opened that, it contained all the other parts which were fitted onto the stout end of the tube and what looked like a folding gun stock. It didn’t take me long to realize this was an old walking stick muzzle loading poacher’s gun and now I had to spirit it away from here so I took it and hid it round the back near where the bikes are parked. My thinking was `I could walk anywhere with this and no one would know what it was as to all intents and purposes it is a good likeness of a walking stick. I would have to assemble it whenever I came near to where I wanted to fire it. I surmised this had to be Joe’s gun but it looks like he hasn’t used it in years and if and when he does come out of prison, he’ll come izmit kendi evi olan escort out only to learn that the council cleared all his gear out by which time I’ll be thousands of miles away from here. I emptied all the silk swim briefs into the large pack with the brochure from the company which made them and Joe’s loose leaf book. I glanced through the photo album marked `Swimming club’ and saw the Boy Scout’s photo inside wearing his school uniform with his bronze Boy Scouts lapel badge on his blazer so I packed that into the large pack with the intention of destroying it and seeing his photo in there tells me he’s definitely one of Joe’s boys and I know he’ll be up for sex. I had already worked a number of stints with Jim, a fifteen year old with dirty blond hair with a face pocked marked with acne, it was during a tea break I gave him a cigarette which he smoked and asked him about Joe’s boys. He replied. “Shame about him as it was a good way of making money but that’s all gone now, I saw your photo in the folder and guessed you must love sex, tell you the truth, I could use a good wank right now.” “Finish your fag and come with me to the bike shed, I’ll give you something a lot better.” I led him past the bike shed and went to the back of a large wooden shed close to a long fence bordering the edge of gardens with large shrubs blocking the view from the houses when Jim dropped his shorts revealing his black pair of those silk swim briefs which told me that Joe has been giving them out to all his boys and he has previously swam wearing them under his shorts and now his huge rock hard teenage cock was seriously tenting them out. He was packing nine inches with a two inch shaft and an enormous bulb shaped head split in two by an elongated piss slit which I could barely fit into my mouth, this boy was bigger than me. I tongued the head of his cock whilst massaging his nipples under his tee short when he came in seconds blasting such a huge load, I took some of it and pulled away having been gagged whilst his cock kept shooting spunk all over my face and into my hair thinking he must have shot at least fifteen squirts. I licked his cock clean so he could raid the lost property in the bin and return with a towel to wipe all his spunk from my head which I hand washed in the shower before leaving it draped over the lifeguard chair to dry. When we finished work, we exchanged addresses and arranged a sleepover. I told him about my makeshift tent and how its erected with both tarpaulins with the ends blocked off with groundsheets using groundsheet capes under our bedrolls but the idea of sleeping in a tent right in the middle of winter with hot rocks inside a hole at one end he found hard to believe and yet he agreed to give it a try albeit on his terms. I was just about to ride home with a large pack full of gear with the walking stick gun tied to the crossbar of my bike when a war department BSA 500cc side valve motorcycle ridden by a military despatch rider pulled up then asked “Are you Thomas Fullbrick?” . . . . “Yes, I am.” “Here’s a package for you, sign this,” as he pased me a document folder, I signed for the package and he rode away. I opened it to see a letter instructing me to sleep over with Jim and twenty quid. The package also contained a set of printed instrctions and a large bottle of those pills from Harley Street. I was now in right over my head. The letter also stated that I was to leave the loose leaf book, the swimming club photos, the brochure and all the swim briefs at the back of the shed and when I looked the despatch rider was parked some distance away pointing a pistol at me. Fortunately the parts for the gun were in my pocket so I simply emptied out the large pack and rode home. End of chapter five.