Further Adventures With Older Ladies
Copyright© 2022 by Zak
Chapter 48
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 48 - These are my further adventures with older ladies ( and some not so old). I recommend you read my adventures with old ladies before you read this story.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual True Story Farming Military School Incest Sister Aunt Orgy Interracial White Male White Female Oriental Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Spitting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism BBW Big Breasts Teacher/Student Revenge Violence
The first train took me to the main station in Birmingham, then I got another train to Devon.
At each stop, I saw at least one lad with a rucksack and an ironing board.
The train arrived at the station, and I grabbed my stuff. There were four Royal Navy guys on the platform; one had a clipboard, so I headed for him.
He took my name, and then one of the other guys led me down to a coach. My gear was put in a transit van parked behind the coach. I got on the coach; there were half a dozen lads already on there. We exchanged nods and hellos as I walked toward the back of the coach.
Once the coach had filled up, the guy with the clipboard got on and called our names off again, and when he was happy with the numbers, he told the driver to get going.
The lad next to me introduced himself; he was called Andy. He was a little bit older than me, and he told me this was his second attempt. He didn’t look fit, which was perhaps why he didn’t pass it the first time.
He told me his dad and his grandad had both been in the Navy, his younger brother had passed the selection process and had been given his start date.
It seemed to me he was under a lot of pressure to pass.
We were driven to the camp and then unloaded. We were shown our dorms, and I was in a room with three other lads, including Andy from the coach. We all introduced ourselves. Then another Navy guy came in and told us some of the rules.
Who to salute, who to call sir, that sort of thing.
Then they took us out of the dorms to a meeting room. All the lads of the bus were there; a senior petty officer gave us a talk about the week and what the navy expected from us.
He introduced us to the training team; they were all Petty Officers (POs).
I looked around and worked out that there were sixty guys on our course. I wondered how many would last the week.
Then we were taken to the quartermaster’s stores and kitted out with the gear we would need for the week. We had to sign for it and were told any losses would have to be paid for. Once we had all the gear, we were taken back to the dorm to put it away, or as our Petty Officer told us, to stow it. It all had to be stowed as the Navy liked it; our PO trainers showed us how.
Then he led us down to the canteen. The food was not too bad, to be fair. I sat with Andy and two other lads from my dorm, Carl and Stevo. We talked as we ate. The other lads all seemed okay. One or two didn’t look as fit as I thought they should have been, but hey, that was their lookout.
After we had eaten, we were taken to a meeting room, where we were shown some videos, most of which were about life in the Royal Navy. One was about health and safety. Then we were taken back to the canteen for hot drinks, and then it was off to bed.
When the Petty officers started shouting, I felt like I had not been asleep for more than an hour, but a quick look at my wrist watch told me it was five in the morning.
The Petty officers or POs, as we were told to call them, screamed at us to get into our running gear and be on the parade ground in ten minutes. Once we were all out and formed up into four rows of fifteen, one of the POs did some warmups with us and then led us on a run.
I was so glad the two lads at the careers centre had warned me to get fit. I was not the fittest in our group, but I was in the top ten when we got back to the barracks after a ten-mile run in the early morning sun.
Once we were back, we were told to go and have a shave and shower and be back out on the parade ground in twenty minutes.
It was obvious when we formed up that at least five guys were missing. We found out later that one lad had twisted his ankle and was told he could redo the course when it was better; the others were sent home due to fitness issues.
We were given an hour’s matching drill before being marched to the canteen for breakfast. I went for the full English, with toast and tea. Before we went in, the Petty officers told us to be back at our beds in the dorm in half an hour.
The rest of the morning was spent learning how to keep the dorms tidy and, more importantly, keeping our own bed space clean and tidy. Then we had a lecture on how to handle a boat.
Lunch was followed by us getting into our PE kit and getting out on the water. We were all issued a life jacket, and four of us from each boat had to carry on some huge step ladders.
The POs took the helm, and we went rowing. The boats were huge and very heavy. I had never rowed before or even been on a boat, but I took to it well.
We went out a fair way into the sea, and some of the lads found the waves an issue, and some were vomiting over the side. When we were in deep water, the lead PO showed us how to set up the step ladders, which were twenty-five feet high. Then, one by one, we were told to climb them, jump into the sea, and swim to a nearby buoy and back. I had never swum in such deep water, but I just got my head down and got into it.
I loved it so much that I did it three times. Some guys did it just the once, but two lads in our boat refused. I got the feeling that they would not be around for long.
Once we had all done jumping into the sea, the ladders were taken down and stowed away.
We rowed up and down, and up and down. Then the POs led us back to the harbour we had started out from, and then they ran us back to the dorms. They did like to run us around. Showers were followed by dinner.
Another evening Lecture followed map reading and how to use a compass. We all took a guess at that the following day had to offer; we were all in bed before nine that night. I was fucked; it had been a long day.
The POs woke us at six the following morning, they warmed us up and ran us for ten miles.
Again, once we were back, we were told to go and have a shave and shower and be back out on the parade ground in twenty minutes. We were marched to the canteen for breakfast. I had the full English again. I got the feeling I would need some energy.
After breakfast, we were taken to a classroom and given additional training on Map reading and compass use. Then we were split into teams and given a rucksack each and a set of grid references; each grid reference had a time slot. We had to pick up a token from each grid reference. We were told that if you arrived after the time slot, there would be no token.
Then we were loaded onto a minibus and driven off to a nearby moor. We were all dropped off at a different place. Each team had an observer with us.
My team was made up of the lads in my dorm. We worked well together, and apart from nearly missing our first grid reference after a wrong turn, we did really well. At our fifth grid reference, we were told to eat; there were food parcels and flasks in the rucksacks.
The afternoon was hot, and I was glad to stop for water bottles at the tenth grid reference.
We came fifth in the competition, and I felt that we had worked well as a team. Once we were back at the camp, we were told to shower before eating.
My legs were a bit tired, but I felt I still had a bit left in the tank. The food that night was soup, followed by chicken and mushroom pie, chips and beans and then apple pie and custard.
After we had eaten, we were given a half-hour rest period followed by a classroom session on the history and traditions of the Royal Navy. Some of the guys seemed to zone out, but I found it very interesting.
Then it was coffee and cookies in the canteen or the mess, as the POs called it, and off to bed.
The next day, it was a five-thirty wake-up call, followed by the normal warmups. The run differed; this run was more of an obstacle course than a cross-country run.
One of the obstacles was a thirty-five-foot-long concrete tunnel filled with dirty water; we had to hold our breath and either swim or crawl through it. I was the third man through. I was worried, but I did as the PO told me, take a huge gulp of air. Dive in before I have time to worry about it and just swim for it.
I got through and came up gasping for air. A Po grabbed my collar and hauled me to my feet.
Then it was a rope bridge challenge, followed by a ten-foot wall to climb over and a climb up and over a thirty-foot cargo net.
Then another run, followed by a rope climb, it was about thirty feet, and you had to ring the bell at the top. Another run followed by some narrow boards to run across and a scramble through a muddy set of trenches, followed by a run to the end.
My arms and legs were burning, and I was covered in mud, but I made it around. Two lads were taken back to camp in a Land Rover; the rest of us were given bottles of water.
Once we had all got around the course, we were run back to the camp. Showers were followed by a dorm inspection; there was no breakfast until your dorm had passed muster.
That day, we spent time in the water; we were taken back to the harbour and taught the basics of canoeing. I had never been in a canoe, but I thought I took to it well. They taught us Eskimo rolls and stuff like that, then we did some relay races. I have to say our dorm did work well as a team.
Andy was doing well, and I was pleased for him.
We had a packed lunch on the beach, and then the afternoon was spent building a raft. Each team had to build one; we were given the same tools and kit and had to make a raft to row across the harbour. You got rope, wooden planks, bars, and some big blue barrels.
Our raft floated, and we got across the harbour. We weren’t first, but we did make it, and we weren’t last.
The Petty officers ran us back to camp. Showers taken, we all headed to the mess to eat. Like most of the lads, we sat in our dorm ‘teams’. Andy, Carl and Stevo. We were all happy with things so far. We had all hit the ground running, so to speak.
After we had eaten, we were taken into the classroom and given a lecture on life in the Navy.
We were also told that some of the teams would be changed around as there were now only forty of us left. I was shocked. I knew at least two had dropped out due to injuries, but losing twenty? That was a shock to all of us.
The next day, it was a five o’clock wake-up call, followed by the normal warm-ups. The run didn’t differ; it was the same obstacle course. This time, I paced myself well and felt I had learned a lot the first time around. I was sure it was there to break us, and to be fair, it did as forty started, but only thirty-three finished. I was in the top three to finish and was rightly proud of myself.
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