Motorcycle Dealer

Motorcycle Dealer 10

This is a continuation of the Motorcycle Dealer series which is a work of fiction, please enjoy the story & make a donation to Nifty, after all we are all leaving a legacy for the future & don't forget to look in their shop window.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How about you giving Sam a call?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whose bike are you working on?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued.