Author: John Smutt

Title: Little Timmy Rides in the Cockpit

Summary: 11-year-old Timmy visits the cockpit of an airliner for
fun with the crew.

Keywords: Mb, MMb, MbF

(This story was originally published online in 2001 as 'White')

E-mail comments to johnsmuttxxx@gmail.com



Part 1


"Excuse me, Miss? Is it time yet?"

Timmy's voice squeaked with excitement as he tugged on the
stewardess's sleeve.

She looked up to the front of the cabin and said, "Yes I suppose
so. You really want this don't you, Timmy?"

"Oh yes, yes." Timmy turned to his mother. "Mom, the stewardess
says I can visit the cockpit now. Can I go?"

His mom looked up from her magazine, strands of her long blond
hair falling in her face. She asked the pretty young stewardess,
"Is it really OK? He won't bother them?"

"No Ma'am. In fact, Captain Anderson is very happy to have kids
visit."

Timmy was already up. The stewardess took his hand in hers and
gave it a soft squeeze. She led him up the aisle.

"Does Captain Anderson really like kids, Miss?"

"Very much so," she said, "and you can call me Elie. See?" She
tapped her nametag.

Timmy looked up at it and, for the fourth time since boarding,
wondered what the breasts underneath looked like. Beautiful, he
was willing to bet. Soft and plump. He noticed Elie looking down
at him and dropped his eyes.

"Don't worry, Timmy. You're not the first boy to like them," she
said, "and, hopefully, not the last either. Come on."

She squeezed his hand even tighter and he squeezed back.

Elie opened the cockpit door without knocking. The cockpit was a
lot smaller than he had expected. To the right, near the door,
was the engineer's station and just beyond it the seats for the
pilots. And beyond that clear blue sky.

Elie said "Good morning, gentlemen. I've brought you a young
visitor. This is Timmy."

She gave Timmy a gentle shove into the center of the cabin. The
man in the left pilot's seat turned to Timmy with a big smile.

"Hello Timmy," he said, his voice serious but pleasant, "Welcome
aboard. I'm Captain Anderson."

"Th-Thank you, Captain Anderson. I'm Timmy."

"Nice to meet you Timmy. This is my co-pilot, Bill Mason and next
to you over there is Engineer Bob."

As all the men looked toward him, Timmy was not the least put off
by their stares. He was used to the effect he had on men. Even
men who never noticed boys were struck by his good looks.

Captain Anderson was in his fifties and had wavy silver hair
under his cap. His face was steeped in authority. Bill Mason was
young. His dark blond hair was cut short at the sides and a pair
of wide open blue eyes peered out from under his too large cap.
Engineer Bob - his nametag said Simms - was also about fifty. He
had a great, rolling belly and jet black hair, graying at the
temples.

Engineer Bob grasped Timmy's hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you, Timmy."

"Nice to meet you, Sir - Who's flying the plane?"

They all laughed.

"Don't worry Timmy, we have autopilot," said Elie.

Captain Anderson said, "See, we can't even steer her wrong." He
pushed the yolk forward and nothing happened.

"I should have known," said Timmy.

"Well, I'll let you gentlemen get acquainted," said Elie.

As she turned, Engineer Bob slipped his hand under her hem and
groped her butt.

"Bring me some coffee later?" he asked her.

"Of course."

When she left, Engineer Bob said to Timmy, "She's hot, isn't
she?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"Oh yes she is. One sexy bitch." He paused. "You're pretty good
lookin' yourself, kid."

Timmy blushed and backed up a bit.

"How old are you, Timmy?" asked Engineer Bob.

"E-eleven."

"Do you like girls?"

"Yeah," said Timmy, slowly.

"Ever get some?

"Huh?"

Captain Anderson interrupted, smiling, "Timmy, why don't you come
up here and let me show you the instruments?"

"Okay."

Timmy moved up front, holding on to the seats on either side for
balance, as he peered over Captain Anderson's shoulder.

"This is the altimeter," said the captain. He pointed to one of
the dials. "Right now we're at twenty-nine thousand feet."

Timmy was very interested in hearing the rest, but just then
Engineer Bob caressed Timmy's butt. The large hand firmly kneaded
right to left across his shorts causing Timmy to sputter.

"Are you all right?" asked the co-pilot.

The hand did not go away. It stayed pressed to Timmy's left
cheek.

"Um. Yeah, I'm fine."

The captain continued, "The dial works like a clock."

Engineer Bob's hand moved again, making slow circles over both
cheeks. The pressure was so firm on Timmy's little ass that the
boy had to push back to keep from falling forward. Timmy tried to
focus on Captain Anderson as the captain finished describing how
the altimeter worked and moved on to the airspeed indicator. But
Timmy kept being distracted by the roving paw on his rear as well
as the captain himself. Timmy was lost in admiration of the man.
The way his steel soft hair curved over his ear. The strong,
handsome face. And the sleek fit of his white pilot's shirt,
perfectly balanced by his black tie. Captain Anderson had an easy
mix of kindness and command that Timmy responded to.

Timmy could not help but respond to Engineer Bob's latest
assault. The meaty hand was now on the back of Timmy's bare right
knee sliding up into his shorts. Timmy suppressed his gasp, but
still drew stares from the pilots. Timmy was embarrassed to act
that way in front of Captain Anderson, but he could not ask
Engineer Bob to stop. That would be even more embarrassing.
Engineer Bob's sleaziness made him uncomfortable.

"Are you okay there, Timmy?" asked Captain Anderson.

"Uh, yeah. I'm okay."

Engineer Bob's hands continued to Timmy's underwear.

"Now, this is the compass. I'm sure you know how that works,"
Captain Anderson continued.

Engineer Bob slipped his fingers in under Timmy's jockeys. He
grasped the bare butt-half and Timmy pushed back. In between the
sensations Engineer Bob was inflicting on him, Timmy continued
his silent survey of Captain Anderson. Looking over the captain's
shoulder Timmy wondered what it would feel like to pass his lips
across the captain's shaven cheek. His thoughts stopped when he
saw movement below Captain Anderson's belt. It was nothing
definite, but if the shifting in the crotch of the black pants
had been what he thought it was, then Captain Anderson must have
a giant cock.
There was no more movement below however and Timmy returned his
musings to Captain Anderson's face. As the man spoke to him,
quietly and authoritatively about the plane and the instrument
readings Timmy watched his lips, wondering what they would feel
like on his own.

Engineer Bob slid his hand left, to Timmy's crack. Timmy was
becoming expert at accommodating each new phase of the approach
and easily controlled his breathing. Engineer Bob slid first one
then two fingers along the cleft. The stroking grew more
insistent and Timmy pushed back harder than before. The strokes
became shorter and centered more on the small anus. Despite his
dislike of Engineer Bob, Timmy really enjoyed this and his
pushing back became less a matter of balance and more a case of
lust. He was unprepared however when Engineer Bob jammed the tip
of his middle finger up his hole. He clenched his jaw and held
his breath.

Engineer Bob didn't wait. He powered the entire length of his
chubby digit up the boy's tight chute. Once embedded, he wriggled
it about a bit stretching the walls around him bit by bit. Then
he withdrew a bit and pumped the finger in and out. Timmy's ass
loved it, painful as it was. His mind was in revolt however. His
flesh crawled at the thought of the fat engineer violating him in
such a crude and uninvited manner. It was, well, sleazy.

Again, Captain Anderson saved him.

"Why don't you come sit on my lap, Timmy. You don't seem so
comfortable there. Besides, I'll be able to explain things
better."

"Really? That'd be neat!" Just in time too. Engineer Bob had
withdrawn and seemed about to give Timmy a thumbs-up version of
his little game.

Timmy scampered into the pilot's seat, settling down between the
captain's thighs. There was no mistaking the warm, hard cock at
his back. Timmy leaned back into it, basking in the glow. It
twitched as he pressed into it and he shivered. Timmy loved the
feeling of Captain Anderson all around him. He felt like a puppy
cuddling his master.

"Would you like to hold the stick?" asked the captain.

Timmy was temporarily confused as to what stick the captain
meant, since the pulsing prick behind him was in the forefront of
his thoughts. Either way though he knew his answer would be the
same.

"Oh yes, please."

Captain Anderson gently took his hands and folded them onto the
handles before him. The captain's hands held Timmy's there,
moving ever so slightly back and forth over them. Timmy loved it.
Autopilot not withstanding, he was in control of this hundred-ton
airliner and the only thing better was feeling Captain Anderson
in control of him. Timmy moved the stick as he wished, in his
imagination pitching the aircraft downward, veering left,
attempting impossible, incredible maneuvers. But always - always
- there was Captain Anderson, his wise voice and steady hands
guiding Timmy to the correct way, explaining how and why. In ten
minutes flat, Timmy was in love with the handsome pilot.

Timmy was disappointed when Captain Anderson pulled his little
hands of the yoke, but was just as pleased when the captain's
larger hands wrapped around him, hugging him against the pilot's
clean-smelling, white shirt. The stiff cock still thumped at the
base of Timmy's spine. He arched his back, rubbing his head and
neck against the captain's strong chest.

"So Timmy, have you always liked flying?" asked Captain Anderson.

"Ever since I was a kid."

Everyone laughed at Timmy's assumption of maturity.

Bill Mason said, "You still are a kid."

Timmy said, "Well if I'm a kid then so are you!"

"Whoa, easy there Timmy," said Engineer Bob. "Bill didn't mean
anything by that. Besides, what's wrong with being a kid?"

Timmy was silent.

"I'm sorry, kid," said Bill. "I mean Timmy. Sorry again."

"That's okay Bill," said Timmy. "It's just that I get teased a
lot."

"What about?" asked Captain Anderson.

"Well, we have this aviation club at school and all the kids want
to fly for the Navy or Air Force. I'm the only one that wants to
be an airline pilot. They say that airlines are kid's stuff and
that real men fly in the military."

"Ha!" said Engineer Bob. "You feel that cock behind you, Timmy?"

Timmy was too stunned to speak.

"You want to tell me that's not a man holding you?" continued
Engineer Bob.

"There's lots of ways to measure a man, Timmy," said Captain
Anderson. "When Bob and I were in Vietnam we flew harder and
faster than anyone else. We got medals and killed a lot of
people, but when it's just you in your plane it's easy to fly
like a hero. Flying with two hundred people, knowing that you
control their fate, is different. It's the hardest thing I've
ever done. And the most satisfying."

Timmy took it in. He relaxed against Captain Anderson, feeling
the calm heaving of the captain's chest against his back.

"But in any case," continued the captain, "We'll treat you as
adult as you want."

"I don't really mind being treated like a kid. Not with you guys.
In fact I kinda like it."

"You do, do you?" said Captain Anderson. His hands let go of
Timmy's and slipped to the boy's sides.

"How d'you like this?" Captain Anderson poked Timmy under his
ribs, releasing a sharp squeal from the boy. He continued to
tickle Timmy until he had a writhing screaming ball of energy on
his lap. Suddenly he stopped. In his gyrations, Timmy had gotten
a hand stuck between himself and the captain's cock. The boy kept
it there, feeling for the power he imagined to be locked within.
Then Timmy began to massage the package. The captain shifted in
his seat to give Timmy better access.

Timmy looked up to the captains shining, gray eyes and asked,
"How do you like this?"

"Quite a bit actually." The captain eased one hand from Timmy's
stomach and grasped the young boy's crotch. Timmy was already
stiff, but felt as if he became more erect under the captain's
attention.

"Captain," broke in Bill, "Kansas City control wants to talk to
you. It's important."

Captain Anderson picked up his headset and said to Timmy, "Why
don't you go sit with Bob for a bit?"

Timmy was not eager to feel Engineer Bob's crawling hands all
over him again, but he got off the captain's lap. He spied Bill
fiddling with some instruments on the side panel, as he had been
doing for most of the flight, and had an idea. He bounded into
the young pilot's lap like a young rabbit, sitting cowboy style.

"Hi, Bill."

"Um, Hi Timmy. Um, not to treat you like a kid or anything, but I
got some work I have to finish here."

"Great, show me."

Timmy knew that Bill probably still felt guilty about calling him
a kid so he was not surprised when Bill said, "Well okay, but
don't touch stuff."

The strange interlude with Captain Anderson after the tickling
had put possibilities in Timmy's head. He knew for sure that
Engineer Bob was up for some fun and if spending some time with
the fat man was the price for playing with his beloved captain
then so be it. Bill was sitting right in the middle of things
though, so Timmy needed to test his willingness. Timmy liked
Bill. He was cute and while he didn't have the air of automatic
command that Captain Anderson did, he was a pilot and that was
enough to give Timmy the 'little kid' feeling that stoked his
sexual motor. Timmy was optimistic too. He had seen the young
flyer give him a few appreciative glances though he had seemed
embarrassed about it.

Timmy moved his face closer to Bill's as Bill explained exactly
how he was arranging the flight plan data in the computer to aid
the auto-navigation. Bill backed up slowly, trying to keep his
distance, but could not get away. Soon, Timmy was rubbing his
cheek against that of the co-pilot.

"Timmy, yo-you have to let me explain this."

"I'm listening," said Timmy, happy because Bill's dick had sprung
to life under Timmy's butt.

"Yes, but this is very uncomfortable and --aiiee!"

Timmy had decided that boldness was the way to overcome Bill's
shyness and clamped his hand on the pilot's firm left bun.

"Timmy! You have to stop. This isn't right, you shouldn't--"

"Just go with it, kid," said Engineer Bob from the back seat.

"Yeah, relax Bill," said Timmy.

"I can't relax this is -ooohh."

Timmy had release Bill's ass in favor of his crotch. He worked
the zipper. Bill tried to get up, but Engineer Bob held his
shoulders.

"You know you like it," said Engineer Bob.

"Well, yeah, but still, this isn't right..." But Bill was beaten.
Timmy had gotten ahold of his balls through his underwear and was
massaging them with three fingers. Bill had passed Timmy's test.

"Sorry to interrupt your seduction of the boy, Bill," said
Captain Anderson putting away his headphones, "but we have some
real flying to do."

Bill seemed mortified by the idea that he had molested Timmy.

"B-but..."

"Nevermind that. There are some wildfires ahead and we're going
to have to fly manual until we get through the smoke. Timmy, do
you mind hanging out in the back for a while?"

"Anything you want."

"Thanks."

Timmy stood up between the pilots, gave Bill one last crotch
squeeze and stepped over to Engineer Bob.

"So you're back in my clutches are you?" said Engineer Bob.

"I guess so."

Just then Elie came back in the cabin. She set down a small cup
and saucer of coffee on the engineer's console and said, "Here
you go, Bob."

"Thanks Elie," he said and rubbed up and down her stockinged
thighs. Timmy wished those were his hands on Elie's skin. Then he
realized that he also wished that those were his thighs Engineer
Bob was stroking. Man, this was weird.

"Have a feel Timmy," said Engineer Bob.

Timmy reached out for Elie's creamy white skin. He touched pretty
high up and kept going, searching for the treasure between her
legs.

"Men. You're all alike," said Elie and laughed.

Elie looked down at Timmy, and said, "Why Bob, he's still
clothed. You usually work faster."

"Yeah, well he's a slippery one, this kid," said Engineer Bob
slapping Timmy's butt. "Hard to pin down. But he'll get his dose
of Uncle Bob, believe me."

"Well don't string him along too much, Timmy," she said cupping
Engineer Bob's crotch. "This thing's enough of a monster without
you making it mad."

"Ooh, Baby," said Engineer Bob. "Why don't you stay up here a
while and show the kid how it's done."

"You know I'd love to Bob, but I've got to take care of my
passengers. It's time for lunch."

Timmy's hand reached his goal. Elie's was not wearing panties. A
pity, since he liked the feel of silky underwear over skin. He
ran his fingers into the tidy bush over her pussy and then dipped
into the wet opening itself with a finger.

Elie said, "As for you, your mom asked me to tell you to keep
your hands to yourself and not to bother the pilots too much.
Though I have to say, it seems like you'll be getting a feel for
the equipment in here as soon as I leave. Bye, guys."

"Bye, Elie," said all four males together as the perky redhead
left.

Engineer Bob asked Timmy, "So you're here with your mom, huh? She
hot?"

"Yeah."

"Really? Tell me what she looks like."

"Well, she's got long blond hair-"

"Is that where you get yours?"

"I suppose."

"You suppose? What color's your dad's hair?"

"I never met him," said Timmy, embarrassed.

"So tell me about your mom. Does she have nice breasts?" Engineer
Bob cupped Timmy's ass in his hands.

"Yeah, they're nice and soft, but still kinda firm. It's hard to
explain. Sometimes, when I hug her I press my face up into them."


Engineer Bob felt around to Timmy's crotch.

"So you like your mom then?" Now, the big man undid Timmy's belt.

"Well, yeah, I love her," said Timmy. Engineer Bob unzipped Timmy
and the boy tried to stay calm as his shorts dropped to the
floor.

"Wow, nice briefs," said Engineer Bob seeing the biplane
underwear Timmy wore. Timmy, blushed. He knew he was too old to
be wearing patterned underwear. "I gotta get a pair for my son."

"You have a son?" The idea seemed foreign to Timmy. Ahead,
Captain Anderson and Bill chuckled.

"Yeah," said Engineer Bob, "His name's John. He's a little
smaller than you. He takes after his mother too, all scrawny and
cute. But he loves his Daddy most, I'll tell you that. Why, when
I get home, it's all I can do to keep the little fella from
unzippin' me right there. He loves my big cock."

"You fool around with your son?"

"Well why not?" Engineer Bob lifted Timmy's T-shirt over his
head. "You think about messing around with your mom don't you?
Don't deny it."

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Well there." Engineer Bob tossed the T-shirt in the corner. "I'm
sure your mom thinks about your sexy little body all the time."

"Serious?"

"All mothers do. It's part of their maternal instinct. You've
heard of that right?"

"Yeah." Timmy looked down at his aviation underwear, puzzled that
Engineer Bob hadn't made a grab for it.

"Your turn," said Engineer Bob. "Why don't you reach down and get
my big, fat, juicy cock out?"

Timmy had never met a man so confident in what he had to offer.
The confidence turned him on. He bent to unbutton Engineer Bob's
pants, reaching under the overhang of the large stomach. Engineer
Bob put his hands back into his favorite position on Timmy's ass,
massaging it through the thin cotton jockeys.

The boy wasn't sure about his course of action. He was clear in
his intent to provide entertainment for the crew and enjoy
himself at it, but he still wasn't at all comfortable with the
thought of touching the fat man. Even now the hands on his butt
made him feel dirty and cheap. It was not just the physical
aversion he felt to the man's 'Evil Santa Claus' physique. As
with Captain Anderson and to a lesser extent, Bill, Engineer Bob
made Timmy feel small and vulnerable. But while Captain Anderson
had a sense of caring and respect about him, Engineer Bob seemed
to thrive on the power of subjugating Timmy. Or John. Or Elie.
What would more intimate contact bring?

The top button popped open. Now Timmy worked the zipper. The
pants opened up to show Timmy a bulging, wet crotch.

"See what you do to me, kid? You are so sexy. Take that out for
me, willya?"

Timmy reached to the wet, cloth-covered mound and massaged it.
Whatever was inside was huge. He hunted around for the underwear
slit and when he found it, slipped his hand inside, half fearing,
half thrilled. Engineer Bob's hands tightened on his buns.

Inside Timmy indeed found a monster. He had to use his other hand
to stretch the opening so he could pull it out. His closed fist
covered less than half the cock's length and couldn't make it all
the way around. It was the energy that impressed Timmy most
though. It seemed like a nuclear bomb ready to go off. Timmy put
both hands to it, kicking off his shorts and kneeling for a
better angle. Above him, Engineer Bob's white shirt had come
loose and his hairy belly was showing all the way to his navel.
The thought of kneeling in front of this crude and disgusting man
made Timmy tingle in a sexual place he had never been aware of
before. He didn't think about it much.

The cock. The cock occupied his fevered mind. He couldn't believe
he was up here holding a man's cock while his mom and hundreds of
passengers ate fish and broccoli in the back.

"Play with it kid. It's all yours."

Timmy started stroking it. While the skin on the uncut cock was
smooth and delicate, it did not respond well to the passage of
Timmy's hand. With his upper thumb he wiped the tip of the
monster, smearing the slimy liquid there all over. His stroking
sped up, becoming noisier as the cock became squishier in his
moist hands. More liquid poured out the tip, most down the shaft,
but some leaked down the back of Timmy's hand. He made to wipe it
off on his leg.

"Lick it off," said Engineer Bob.

One swipe of Timmy's tongue cleaned the salty, sticky stuff of
his hand.

"You like that?" asked Engineer Bob.

"Yeah." As precum slathered his hands and the fat cock he pumped,
Timmy started to feel right at home. He loved the thick feel of
the cock in his hand. It was great to give so much pleasure to
this dirty stranger. He also loved the taste of the ooze as he
licked the excess from his fingers.

"Oh yeah, that feels good," said Engineer Bob. "Those little
magic hands of yours are great. Ohhhh. Ohhhhh. Oohhhh. Yes.
Yesss."

Timmy loved the reaction he got from Engineer Bob.

"OOOhhh Timmy! You are such a sexy little boy. You're gonna make
me come all over your sweet young face. Would you like that? Huh?
Would you like that, you dirty little boy?"

Timmy's only response was to squeeze harder and pump faster. The
cock was completely wet now and slipped easily through his palms.
Engineer Bob's hands came down on his neck. Slowly, they eased
his face towards the big cockhead.

"You ever suck a cock before Timmy? You wanna suck mine?"

"Yeah," said Timmy.

"'Yeah' what?"

"Both."

"Both? Who have you done?"

"Well, some of my friends..."

"Ooohhh, you slutty boy. Tell me more. Tell me who else you're a
whore for. Make me come with your dirty talk."

"Well there was this guy my mom dated. He forced me, on the couch
when he was watching football. I liked it though."

"Oohh that's hot; you on your knees, sucking cock like your
mother. Ooh, I'm almost ready. Why don't you suck me?"

Timmy had been thinking about it. But Engineer Bob's cock was
fatter than anything he had ever seen.



Part 2


Captain Anderson turned around and said, "Sorry Bob, but I think
I'll take my turn with our little sex dynamo now."

Timmy was thrilled. He was going to get to touch his heroic
captain. Touch him and more. Immediately, Timmy scuttled over to
the captain. Engineer Bob was not as happy.

"You can't be serious! I was there. I was ready."

"You can hold it for a bit. He'll get back to you."

"You're doing this deliberately aren't you? This is payback for
what happened with that Joey kid isn't it?"

"I would never be that petty, Bob." said Captain Anderson with a
mischievous smile. "Besides, I know that it wasn't your fault."

"It wasn't!"

"I know."

"And it was twelve years ago," continued Engineer Bob.

Engineer Bob looked at Timmy and smiled.

"Oh, you are slippery, kid." He held his slick cock and shook it
at Timmy. "But this is going in you sooner or later. There ain't
no escaping it."

Timmy had actually started to like Engineer Bob and his take
charge attitude. But this was Captain Anderson he was with now.
The handsome face, the silky, silver hair. The fatherly hands.
There was no where else Timmy wanted to be.

 Timmy knelt on either side of the captain's thighs and ran his
hands through Captain Anderson's hair, knocking the black cap
away. He settled his butt down onto the captain's lap. Captain
Anderson grabbed Timmy by the hips, slipping his thumbs into the
waistband of Timmy's underwear as Timmy continued to stroke the
captain's hair, with both hands now. He openly admired the
pilot's face. The captain was gazing into Timmy's eyes and they
smiled at each other.

"You're beautiful," said Captain Anderson. Timmy's spine tingled.


"I'm glad I could be beautiful for you," said Timmy.

Timmy's attention turned to the captain's mouth. The lips he
longed to kiss. The man and boy sank into each other, Timmy
twisting his head just a bit and mashing his lips onto Captain
Anderson's. Timmy felt the captain's hands snake up his naked
back and hold his head, pulling Timmy into their deep, wet
liplock. Captain Anderson's tongue rammed into Timmy's mouth,
powering into all his hidden places. Timmy's hands dropped to his
side as he surrendered to the incredible power of the kiss. He
ran out of breath and still Captain Anderson continued to taste
him, as if feeding off Timmy's incredible lust for the strong
man.

Desperate for air, but even more desperate for the rest of
Captain Anderson, Timmy unbuckled the pilot's belt, still sucking
on the man's tongue. Finally, Captain Anderson let him go. Timmy
gasped, sucked in air and plunged right back down on the
captain's eager lips. He pressed forward into the man, his knees
sliding on the chair, and he continued to fumble with the pants
that protected his intended lover's cock. The captain kissed him
right back, one hand roaming down Timmy's back and slipping into
the boy's tight briefs to tease his rosebud anus. Timmy didn't
want to ever stop kissing his captain. He could not get enough of
the stiff, warm tongue, sliding through his lips. But he knew
there was more to be had.

As the captain broke their second kiss (Timmy would never have
dared break it on his own), Timmy popped the top button on the
black trousers.

"Are you ready for that?" asked Captain Anderson.

"Yeah, I want it."

Captain Anderson ran his right hand down the side of Timmy's
face.

"My boy. So eager, so lovely."

Timmy flicked his tongue out at the thumb near his open mouth.
The captain followed up by easing the thick digit into Timmy's
mouth, hooking it over the boy's lower teeth, and caressing the
smooth chin with his fingers. As Timmy lowered the zipper to his
treasure, he sucked on the inserted thumb, his eyes locked with
the captain's.

Like a fish, Timmy's hand wriggled into the captain's fly. He
grabbed the stiff prick there through the underwear, unable to
wait. After a friendly squeeze he reached in and laid his hand on
the warmth of the bare organ. It jumped in Timmy's hand, sending
a shiver up his arm and into his body.

"Like it?" asked Captain Anderson.

"I love it!"

Impatient, Timmy dragged the stiff appendage through the slit in
the captain's underwear, pulling the attached nutsack with it.

"Ouch! Take it easy there, Tiger."

"Sorry."

Timmy examined the cock in his hand. It was longer than Engineer
Bob's, but not quite as thick. It was circumcised though, so the
leaking precum glistened on the smooth skin. But the chief
difference was clear. Captain Anderson's cock was beautiful,
carved like a marble chess piece. Timmy smeared the liquid from
the head up and down the shaft, stroking slowly. He was
hypnotized by the captain's cock.

The first discernible thought in his befogged brain was 'I gotta
taste this stuff.' Timmy lifted his right hand to his lips and
wiped off the slimy liquid. He slid his tongue along his lips,
tasting the captain's juice. It was pretty much the same as
Engineer Bob, but so much better since it came from his captain.

"You could get that straight from the source, you know," said
Captain Anderson.

Timmy understood exactly what the captain wanted him to do and he
would do anything for the strong man. He delivered a short, sharp
kiss to his new master.

"Anything you want," said Timmy.

Captain Anderson tousled Timmy's hair with a few soft, quick
strokes.

"That's my boy."

Timmy backed off of the captain who then spread his legs.
Kneeling, Timmy brought his face inches from the erect cock and
re-acquired his grasp on it. He tugged it, pulling Captain
Anderson to the edge of the chair. As the swollen shaft moved
towards Timmy, he thought of how much like a jetliner the cock
looked like from his point of view and had to suppress a giggle.
He didn't want anyone to know what kind of weird thoughts he was
having.

Keen to pleasure his captain, Timmy slipped his lips over the
cockhead. The taste of all that slick precum and the manly smell
of Captain Anderson's crotch were astonishing to the young boy.
True, he had been in this position before, but never with a man
he wanted this much. He thought, `I'm doing this. I'm sucking
Captain Anderson's cock. I'm making him feel like he deserves to
feel.' Timmy's stiffie jumped in his tight underwear, the tip
sneaking out the waistband and staying trapped there by the
elastic.

Timmy gave the stiff cock a few pumps with his hand and slurped
intently on the pee hole. Captain Anderson stiffened and he
grasped Timmy's head behind the ears. It was the first time he
was less than gentle with his new boytoy. Ready for more, Timmy
slid down the cock, loving the feel of the slippery skin against
his lips and the presence of the thick flesh in his mouth. When
the tip of the cock was lying halfway along his tongue, Timmy
brought his little pink muscle into action on Captain Anderson's
cock, attacking it from all angles. He tried to wrap his tongue
around the big thing and drag his tastebuds along the surface,
succeeding in his effect if not in actuality.

"Oh yessss. My boy. My darling boy. You have the mouth of a
whore. Such  wonderful, sluttish skill."

The dirty talk from his captain surprised Timmy, but he liked it.
He was a whore. Here he was servicing one man and prepared to do
two others. What else was he but a slut? And he liked being a
slut. He would be the best little slut that he could for his
beloved captain.

Timmy slathered the shaft in saliva and took his mouth off the
captain. He watched the spit drip down to Captain Anderson's
balls and then he licked it up, starting at the bottom. With
long, delicate strokes he worked his way back up to the cockhead,
and again proceeded to pay special attention to the very tip,
sucking hard and tickling the pee hole with his tongue.

"Oohh yeess," moaned the captain. "Again. Lick my balls again.
Suck on them."

Timmy leaned in to get a good mouthful of Captain Anderson's
sack. He tossed the nuts around on his tongue and nuzzled the
base of the giant prick with his nose, inhaling the now stronger
smell of the captain's man-scent. It was amazing how delicious
Captain Anderson's skin tasted. Timmy dragged his tongue over the
rough surface, drinking in the salty-sweet flavor. Then he
searched out one of the big balls and sucked it into his mouth,
nursing on it.

Captain Anderson's prick jerked upwards at this and drew Timmy's
attention back. Trancelike, the boy closed his eyes and pressed
his cheek into the thick shaft. He ran the corner of his mouth
down the tight, slick skin until the cockhead drove along his
face and bent back his ear. Timmy then brought up his hand and
clasped his captain's strong cock to his cheek, kissing his way
back up to the top of the ivory tower.

Captain Anderson couldn't take much more.

"Oh you are so good. Uuuhh. You are a natural born cocksucker.
Unh. Take it.  Oooohhh. Take my cock in your mouth. Take it all.
Take everything I give you. NNNgh."

Timmy was ready for his trip down Captain Anderson's cock. But
first he pursed his lips together and eased out his warm breath
straight down, over the shaft.

"Jesus Christ!" said Captain Anderson, his fingers digging into
Timmy's neck. "Ohhhh! I nearly came right there on your clever,
little face."

Timmy smiled, pleased to have brought the captain to the edge,
but he did not repeat his trick. Instead, he opened wide and
swallowed as much of Captain Anderson's shaft as he could,
feeling the end catch at the back of his mouth. Timmy only got
half of it in, his hands holding the rest, but that was enough
for him to get a good back and forth motion going. He slid back
to the flare of the knob, careful to keep his lips sealed and his
sucking strong. Then he lunged down the cock, until it jammed
into his throat, again keeping up his strong suction.

Captain Anderson let Timmy set the pace, adding just a little bit
of suggestive pressure to the back of Timmy's head on the few
occasions the captain desired a particular rhythm. Timmy took his
responsibility seriously. He had to satisfy his captain
completely. To accomplish this, he pumped the base of the cock
with his hands and varied his mouth sucking pace; a few slow,
tender strokes followed by fast energetic ones. Or a whole
session of quick headpumping, broken by a couple of really tight,
really slow strokes.

"You are such a dirty boy! Ohhhh-Ooohhhhhh! I'm gonna come so
hard on you. NNhh. Gonna make you drink all my juice.
Uuhhuuuuhhh! I know you want it. Sluts like you love it. Uunnhhh.
You make me so hot!"

Timmy did want it. The more he thought about Captain Anderson's
hot cum splashing into his mouth, the more he wanted it. He sped
up now, determined to slay his dragon, and earn the strong man's
affection. Faster and faster he bent his neck, hurtling towards
the act that had become the ultimate expression of desire for
Timmy - He would bring the pilot to the very height of ecstasy
and drink every drop of mansperm forced down his throat.

Bill spoke up.

"Jeez, captain. Look at 'im go. I've never seen anything like
this. He really likes you."

Captain Anderson grunted out his reply. "I like him too. I'd love
to keep him."

Timmy's head swirled at the thought of staying with Captain
Anderson, to be always under the older man's power, ready to
pleasure him at any time. He brought one hand down and cupped the
captain's big balls, twiddling them.

Timmy knew exactly when the captain arrived at his orgasm.
Captain Anderson's legs stiffened on either side of Timmy. The
captain's hands tightened their grip in Timmy's hair, taking
control of the blowjob from him, kicking the speed up a few
notches. Timmy tried desperately to keep up, his lips struggling
to maintain contact with the runaway cock. In his mind he was
delirious with anticipation. 'I've done it! I've done it! He's
going to come and I made it happen!'

It started in the balls. A tightening that pulsed up into the
rigid shaft. When Timmy felt the first spasms he resolved to
swallow everything he got from the captain just as the captain
wanted him to.

"Uunnnghh! Here you go! Suck it down. Take it all."

Captain Anderson thrust himself uncontrollably into Timmy as the
cum rushed through the captain's cock. It left a tingle in
Timmy's tender lips and exploded into the young boy's mouth. It
was way more than Timmy could handle. His eyes went wide as he
realized he couldn't possibly swallow all of Captain Anderson's
creamy cum fast enough. He tried hard though, swallowing even as
his mouth flooded with the second blast of white lava. It burnt
his throat going down and the taste on his tongue was thick and
chalky. He loved it and gulped a second helping. Not fast enough
though. Unable to control his mouth as Captain Anderson withdrew
and pumped hard into him again, Timmy lost most of the precious
lovejuice out his lips. It leaked down his chin and, also, the
captain's cock - pooling onto Timmy's top lip as the captain
pushed inward a third time.

Cum permeated Timmy's mouth, flowing between his teeth and under
his tongue. He smelt the vapors as they climbed into his
nostrils. More heated cream slid down Timmy's throat as the
captain's massive climax thundered on. Captain Anderson went
still, letting the last few spurts jump onto Timmy's sensitive
tongue. Timmy made one last big swallow and after savoring the
cumwad's passage down his throat went to work finishing off his
captain. With a short, slow rocking of his head, Timmy wiped at
the cock with his tongue and sucked in the surviving remnants of
the volcano he had just taken.

In truth Timmy was not ready to stop. As the captain's cock
softened in his mouth he wanted to keep sucking. To slurp and
tease and lick and never stop. Captain Anderson's prick shrunk
down to almost half it's size and Timmy was finally able to go
all the way down on it, his nose against the captain’s waistband,
inhaling the sexual energy still lingering in the air. Timmy
enjoyed having the whole cock in his mouth and suckled on it,
gentle and deliberate. With his hands wedged around the strong
man's back, Timmy hugged Captain Anderson while resting his head
on the captain's thigh. Captain Anderson composed himself and
stroked, Timmy's hair, neck and back.

"That was wonderful. Thank you Timmy,"

Timmy looked up, taking his mouth off the captain's sleeping
organ.

"I'm sorry I couldn't take it all for you."

"That's alright Timmy. You look even more beautiful with my spunk
dripping down your face."

Timmy smiled.

"Really?"

"Yes. You look like a lovely, little boyslut. With his owner's
mark on him. From now on you should alway leak a little juice
out. It's a great look on you."

"Thanks," said Timmy.

"Here, let me help you with that," said Captain Anderson. He
traced his finger along Timmy's face to his chin and dipped it,
first in the dripping cum and then into Timmy's mouth, where the
boy slurped it off. Timmy climbed back onto the captain's lap,
facing him. Captain Anderson fed Timmy a few more helpings of cum
while Timmy just gazed in admiration at the captain's fine,
strong face. Unable to resist, Timmy kissed Captain Anderson,
sending his tongue into the man's warm mouth. Captain Anderson
reacted, attacking Timmy's tongue with his own and wiping the
last of the cum off Timmy's delicate face with his lips.

When they stopped making out, Captain Anderson held Timmy out in
front of him and looked the boy over. The captain rubbed Timmy's
stiff dick through his colorful briefs and then snapped the
waistband against the boy's waist.

"Ouch!" Timmy covered his privates.

Captain Anderson said, "You know, Bob was right. These are nice
briefs. I think I'll get a pair myself."

"You have a son too?" asked Timmy.

"Well, yes, but I want them for my grandson. He's ten so they
should fit."

"Do you fool around with him too?"



Part 3


"No. The time never seemed right," said Captain Anderson.

"Is he too young?" asked Timmy.

"Oh, no. He's a big boy. Very mature. Alarmingly so. I guess kids
grow up real fast these days." Captain Anderson laughed, poked
Timmy in the ribs and said, "Look who I'm telling it to."

Timmy laughed then kissed his captain on the lips, short and
light.

Captain Anderson said, "I just don't get to spend much time alone
with Kyle-That's my grandson. We get to spend hours fishing and
reading stories but we've never had the privacy and the, well,
feeling."

"Feeling?"

"I knew I was gonna have you the minute you walked in the door.
You gave me a feeling."

Timmy did not know how to feel about this comment. Cheap and easy
mostly.

"Kyle's never given me the feeling that something was going to
happen. I almost seduced him once, when we were in the middle of
a lake in a rowboat, but he got really nervous about us being out
in the open. Since then I've been really careful about making a
move on him."

The obvious solution popped right into Timmy's head and out his
mouth.

"Why don't you just bring him along when you fly?" the boy asked.

"Then I'd have to share him. Bob would want to join in and Bob's
a friend. It'd be hard to say no."

Again, Timmy knew the perfect answer.

"Well it's okay to share, even if he is your grandson. Engineer
Bob could bring his son along too. That way it would be equal."

Captain Anderson laughed.

"I'm sure that seems reasonable on paper, but Bob doesn't value
his boy as much as I value mine. Bob, what was it you let that
crew chief have John for, that time in Atlanta? Two cases of
whiskey and a 'Snow Babes of Sweden' calendar?"

Bob said, "Yeah, Higgins is a great guy. He threw in the whiskey
for free."

Timmy looked over at Engineer Bob. The engineer pursed his lips
and made a kissing sound at Timmy. The boy's feelings for
Engineer Bob swung back towards repulsion, shocked at the
depravity of the man. Still, the very thought put a thrill in
Timmy's spine.

"It's not the sharing that bothers me so much as the effect Bob
would have on the poor boy. No offense, Bob."

"None taken," said Engineer Bob.

Captain Anderson said, "Kyle is pretty nervous about sex as it
is. Imagine the effect it would have on him if Bob went after him
the way he went after you. The kid would panic."

Timmy thought of how Engineer Bob had attacked him, in words and
in deed. There really was something slimy about the man. But
Timmy had not panicked. He had responded to the pursuit. How
could he be so attracted and so disgusted at the same time?

Timmy's thoughts turned back to his captain.

"Tell me about Kyle," he said.

"He's a lovely child. Black hair that shines when the light hits
it. Skin that's almost white, but not pale. He loves birds-"

"And he has the most fuckable lips you ever seen," Engineer Bob
said.

"Please, Bob. We're having a moment here. And that's my grandson
you're talking about."

Captain Anderson stroked Timmy's hair.

"Now where were we? Oh yes. He has the most incredibly fuckable
lips. I've imagined them wrapped around my cock countless times.
I have to settle for other stuff like playing video games though.
For me it's just as enjoyable, which is why I haven't pushed too
hard for him to be with me."

Timmy lay against Captain Anderson's chest as the pilot told him
all about the things he and Kyle did together. Timmy closed his
eyes and wished he was the one fishing and lying in bed with
adventure novels and watching baseball games, all alongside his
captain.

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Elie watched Donna Hawkins get out of seat 7B, ease over Timmy's
empty seat and approach her. Timmy's mother was quite attractive.
Smooth blonde hair and amazing legs.

"Hi, um, Elie." Elie saw Donna admire her breasts almost as
openly as her son had. "I was wondering if you could get Timmy
for me."

"Are you sure?" asked Elie. "He's quite alright."

"I'm sure he is, but I really feel more comfortable with him next
to me. It's the only way to be really sure."

"He's having fun." Elie moved closer to Donna. "I'm sure you
appreciate a fun time as much as he does." Elie knew that Donna
Hawkins wanted her and that she would fold at the slightest
touch. Smiling, Elie reached for her. The flustered older woman
backed away.

"Look, miss," said Donna, "I appreciate the gesture and all, but
I really just want my son right now."

Elie gave up.

"Sure. I'll bring him along as soon as I finish a few things
here."

"Thank you."

Elie admired the slim figure of Donna Hawkins as Timmy's mom went
back to her seat.

-----

Timmy tore himself away from his fixation on Captain Anderson for
a little while and paid close attention as the captain went back
to explaining the cockpit as well as the great hidden truths
about flying. He had turned around in the pilot's lap to see
better and the crack of his ass perched on the captain's doughy
shaft through his briefs. Unconciously, Timmy rode it, enjoying
the solidity under him.

"You're insatiable." said the captain.

"What's that mean?"

"It means you can't get enough of something."

"I had too much candy once. I threw up all over my mom's closet."

Engineer Bob asked, "What were you doing in your mom's closet?
You weren't trying on her things were you?"

"No," said Timmy, but the presence of Captain Anderson brought
out his honesty. "Well yeah. I like her lace things. They feel
great in my fingers."

Bill asked, "Did your mom find out when she saw the puke?"

"Yeah. She got really mad."

"About the mess?" asked Engineer Bob, "Or about you being a
little queerboy?"

Timmy's felt small again. He composed himself by holding Captain
Anderson's firm hands. The captain gave him a reassuring squeeze.

"She made me clean up the mess. But the other stuff didn't bother
her. She thinks it harmless, so she lets me every now and again."

Captain Anderson's cock had begun twitching at the dirty talk and
he lifted Timmy's butt up off his lap. Timmy's knees were still
in the chair so he had to grab the dashboard for support.

"Timmy," said the captain, "I think it's time I got you ready for
a second go."

"Are you hard again?" asked Timmy and reached back for his
captain's free organ. He was disappointed to find it not fully
recovered.

"I'll be ready soon enough. I just need to get you ready for when
I am. As soon as this cock is up, I'm going to stuff it up your
cute ass."

Timmy was delighted. Sucking was great, but for the captain to
actually be in his small body, joined to him, would be an even
greater thrill.

"What do I do?"

"Nothing. Just stay right there and look pretty for me."

Timmy remained kneeling, his back to the captain.

The first thing Timmy felt were Captain Anderson's hands on the
top of his boybutt. They pulled his briefs down to his bent knees
and then the hands moved up under Timmy's arms and around to his
chest. The fingers ran crossways over Timmy's nipples and he
moaned. The fingers continued to play with his boy nipples.
Captain Anderson's breath warmed Timmy's left ear. Then his
right. Then his left again. The captain's lips grasped the top of
his ears and pulled them. They stretched and popped back into
place. Cool moisture hit the back of his neck, contrasting with
the warm tongue that was leaving it there as Captain Anderson
licked him. The licking went lower until the tongue was lapping
between his shoulder blades.

Captain Anderson's stopped his nipple teasing for a moment and
pressed Timmy forward so that the boy's abdomen supported him
against the console and his butt perked up into the air. The
tongue struck next at his tailbone startling Timmy after the
unbroken progression from his neck. Little by little the
hyperactive licking and tasting slid down his crack and stopped
right before the opening that Timmy was sure would be next. Large
swipes of tongue hit his cheeks, wetting them thoroughly. The
back of his thighs got the treatment next and Timmy was dying for
some more central action. The extraneous licking was making him
hot. When the captain teased his balls with the wet end of his
tongue Timmy thought he could take no more.

"Please..." But then Timmy decided he should let the captain be
the boss and said no more.

The tongue kept at his tight sack, darting to the insides of his
thighs on occasion. Then, just as Timmy was absolutely sure he
had been wound up to the limit, the captain's entire mouth
clamped down over his butthole. Timmy yelped. The stiff tongue
burrowed into him, twisting and thrusting and fighting for
access. The warmth of the mouth and the efforts of the energetic
tongue loosened him up. Soon the tongue was plunging in and out
of his chute. Moving in circles the tongue stretched Timmy's ass
walls, widening his channel.

Captain Anderson pulled out and said, "Timmy, have you ever had
anyone up in here?"

"Some of my friends."

"Then we're going to have to try a different approach. You can't
take me as you are."

Timmy's heart sank. He had been set on taking the strong man
inside his ass.

The captain said, "We can do this two ways. Either I use my
fingers to get you really loose or I hand you over to Bill here
to do it for me. What do you think?"

Timmy looked over and Bill said, "No captain, I want no part of
this."

Bill's refusal decided it for Timmy. "I'll take Bill."

"Captain, I will not do this. It's wrong. It's illegal."

Engineer Bob said, "Wrong, my ass. The kid wants you. And after
what you just sat by and watched, you're just as liable as us
anyway. You might as well take the sweet part of the deal and
give the little faggot some dick."

"No. No, no, no."

"Captain," said Engineer Bob, "are you sure Bill can do the job
in any case? I mean he's not got much more than a boydick
himself."

"How would you know that?" Bill shouted.

"Well only a man who wasn't sure of himself would stay away from
a sure fuck like Elie. You've been flying with us a month now and
you still haven't put a move on her. And don't tell me you don't
like her. I see the way your eyes shine when she's down on her
knees, sucking me off, or humping the captain in his seat. Like a
kid in a toy store. Same way Timmy was lookin' at my pecker
before he got stolen from me. And every time we offer you a turn
you say no."

"She'd never really want me..." said Bill. "She's got you and all
those other guys. Any guy she wants for that matter."

Engineer Bob said, "Doofus, she wants you. And I think it's damn
inconsiderate of you to ignore her. The poor girl thinks you
don't find her attractive. She knows you like girls, she's seen
you with that bookworm over at the Hartford desk so the only
thing she can believe is that you don't like her."

"She likes me?"

"Geez, what is this, sixth grade? Look, forget it. You're
obviously some kind of small dicked freak of nature, who's
ashamed to let the world see what he's made of."

"I am not! I don't- Yaaghhh!"

Timmy had kicked off his briefs, marched over to Bill during the
argument and grabbed the co-pilot's 'fuselage'. With his hands on
the package, Timmy was in control.

Bill could not breathe as the naked boy freed his eager cock.
Timmy was working fast, not allowing Bill time to think.

Immediately down on his knees, Timmy said, "You were wrong
Engineer Bob. He's got a nice one."

It was larger than average, in Timmy's estimation, but still not
all that large that Timmy wasn't able to get most of it on his
mouth. Engulfed in his wet mouth, Bill's dick went crazy,
twitching and throbbing. Timmy slobbered over it, bobbing his
head to get it wet all along the shaft. The blowjob was fun, but
Timmy needed his plaything someplace else. Sure that the head and
shaft were slippery enough, Timmy jumped up and straddled Bill,
who still seemed like he had not taken a breath. Pressing close,
Timmy held Bill's tight face and kissed him deep, probing and
seeking to excite, with his tongue.

Bill gurgled. A happy sound that indicated his total loss of will
power. Timmy lowered himself until Bill's cock was at his
backdoor, pleased to find it still very wet. Aiming carefully,
Timmy forced the head of Bill's stiff prick through his hole by
dropping himself onto it. The wide head stretched him further
than anything before and became stuck. The pain shot straight up
his spine and his legs went rubbery, leaving the shaft in his
asshole as his sole support. But Timmy was too tight and would
not fall the rest of the way. The resistance of his rectum on
Bill's cockhead stretched his insides to anguish and held him in
place.

Bill's breath exploded and he rolled his eyes as his head snapped
back. Timmy whimpered, tears running down his face. The boy could
not imagine a way out of his self-inflicted trap.

His captain saved him.



Part 4


"Such an eager boy," the captain said.

Strong hands lifted Timmy's butt, easing the pressure. He looked
up at his rescuer. The captain was stooping over him and grabbed
Timmy around his chest with one steely arm.

Captain Anderson hugged Timmy to him, kissed the top of his head
and said, "Not too smart though."

"I'm sorry," said Timmy. "I really wanted to do this. I really
wanted to make you happy with me."

"I am happy with you, my dear boy."

Bill asked, "Are you okay, kid?"

"Yeah. I think so."

Captain Anderson patted Timmy's ass.

"Then what do you say we do try this again?" the captain asked.

"I'd like that."

Timmy leaned into Bill and smiled at the nervous co-pilot. Bill
smiled back.

"Don't worry," said Timmy, "Captain Anderson'll take care of
everything. Won't you captain?"

"Certainly. Now, why don't you hang on to Bill's neck there and
ease down."

Pressing his left cheek to Bill's, Timmy tossed Bill's hat away
and wrapped his arms around his neck. Bill hugged Timmy back.

"You don't mind if I handle your equipment for a bit, do you
Bill?" asked the captain.

"Uh, no."

Brushing by Timmy's butt, the captain's hands guided Bill to the
promise of a great boyfuck. He reassured them both.

"Now, you're plenty loose back there, Timmy, so we've just got to
work Bill's little dink up there with some maneuvering."

"It not little!" said Bill.

"Sure, kid," said Engineer Bob. "Just keep telling yourself
that."

Timmy spoke into Bill's ear.

"We both know he's just kidding. You're plenty big."

"Just relax, Timmy," said Captain Anderson. "Go slow and push
down on Bill with your insides."

Timmy eased down, hanging on Bill's shoulders. His hole stretched
wider and wider. Wonderful shivers and spasms were shaking Timmy
as he took more of Bill.

Captain Anderson let go and went back to his seat, picking up
Timmy's discarded briefs.

Each little, creeping penetration thrilled Timmy and he became
more adventurous, though still aware of the pitfalls. He pushed
harder, testing the limits of what he could endure against the
rush of the cock spreading his insides. When the pain was finally
too much and the progress too little, Timmy eased up and then
stopped. There was enough of Bill's cock inside him to get a
pretty good fuck, he thought.

"Ready?" he whispered.

"You really are a horny kid, you know that?"

Slowly he rose, the pain just as intense as his dry ass walls
stretched the other way but the motion much easier as he pushed
out.

"You are the tightest thing I've ever known." said Bill. "Wheew!"

Timmy got up until he felt the cockhead chock against his ass
lips. He went right back down, careful not to go too fast. Bill
moaned. The second trip down was easier, but Timmy still got no
farther than the first. He got slicker and slicker inside as he
built up a slow fucking with Bill. The co-pilot was totally into
it now, raising his hips to get more of Timmy and letting loose
his unedited thoughts.

"Oh, Jeez. This is good. So good. Better than any pussy I ever
had. This was a great idea. So tight. I should have had boypussy
a long time ago."

Timmy liked the idea of having a boypussy. And of having a
mancock in his boypussy. His legs had gone mushy on him again and
he pumped himself up and down the impaling cock with his arms,
savoring the sweet pain as the cockhead poked his insides,
opening them up even more. Without his full leg strength, Timmy
couldn't work up an aggressive pace though. He wanted to try some
fast and hard action but the slow, firm fucking was great too.

Engineer Bob got up and came forward. His hard cock waving side
to side. He stopped at with his cockhead near Timmy's face.

"Suck on it, kid."

Bill turned to the voice, probably thinking that the engineer was
talking to him.

"Whoa!" he said when he saw Engineer Bob's monster inches from
his face.

"Easy kid," said Engineer Bob. "You'll get your turn. Let Timmy
have a go first."

Bill said, "I don't want your ugly thing!"

"Of course you do. Everyone does. Timmy wants it, don't you,
Timmy?"

Timmy nodded. At the end of each ecstatic climb up Bill's
fuckpole, he treated himself to a lick of Engineer Bob's glowing
red tip. Each time he got a little more, stretching his tongue
further and further to lick up the slick precum leaking down the
fat shaft. Then he stretched so far down he got his lips to the
cockhead and kissed it. More of the knob slid into his mouth with
each kiss, but the head was wide and would take forever to
swallow this way.

Engineer Bob pulled Timmy's head forward onto his thick cock.
Timmy stopped his rocking to try and get the mammoth thing past
his lips, his jaws aching from the brief effort. Then the slimy
head slipped in and his mouth hurt even more as he struggled to
keep his teeth away from the shaft while still sucking on it.
Bill wanted Timmy to keep sliding along his horny prick though,
and Timmy had to let go of Engineer Bob's girth as Bill pushed
him back down.

"Oh, you want your turn with my love tool, huh?" asked Engineer
Bob.

"No. You were hogging all the action was all."

"And what do you think you're doing now?"

"It's not the same."

"Well if you want to deny me the little boyslut, you're gonna
have to pick up the slack yourself."

Engineer Bob stuck his cock into Bill's face.

"Are you crazy?"

"Trust me, kid."

Timmy wanted to get Bill more involved. The thought of the cute
co-pilot swallowing Engineer Bob's cock made his balls itch.

Timmy said, "Try it, Bill. You didn't think you'd like me and you
did."

"Oh, I knew I would like you. That's why you scared the shit out
of me."

"And are you sure you're not doing the same thing again? Hiding
from something you're afraid you might like? You gotta try, at
least." Timmy tightened his anal grip on Bill's cock. "Do it for
me."

"Well, okay," said Bill. "But only for a little bit. And only for
you."

Timmy felt that Bill had given in just a little too easy. He
could tell that Engineer Bob felt that way too. The fat man
grabbed his jibbering co-pilot and stuffed his cock into his
mouth. Engineer Bob held him in place until Bill seemed to get
the idea of who was in charge and went along with the situation.
With the engineer setting the pace, Bill went down as far as he
could and then back up, leaving a wet trail of spit and cock
drool along the vast surface of the cock.

As Timmy got more feeling in his legs and bit by bit increased
the urgency of his fuck, Bill took control of his blowjob. With a
flickering tongue and hollow cheeks he worked faster and faster
on the engineer's ample meat.

When Elie opened the door and stepped in, Bill froze. Timmy kept
bouncing on his prong. A look of intense horror spread over
Bill's face. Timmy knew enough about Bill by now to understand
why he was so upset. The girl he wanted had just walked in on him
having sex with an underage boy and his mouth was stuffed with
cock while a hairy man held Bill's head on said mancock,
obviously in control.

"Bill Mason!" said Elie, closing the door behind her.

Bill went even paler. Even his dark blond hair seemed to lighten.

"Bill, stop taking all of Bob's cock for yourself. We have a
guest."

Bill tried to talk through the cockhead wedged in his throat.

"Aaiidg wwrrng hhrer mmhhh mhh aaiidg ggwrr!"

Elie moved in on him, taking the fleshy shaft as she knelt.

"Not to mention that I'd like some of it for myself."

Elie took Engineer Bob's cock, covered as it was in Bill's spit,
and licked all around.

"Here, Timmy. Have a taste." She pointed it at Timmy, who took it
in his own hands, eager to lick the same skin Elie had.

"Poor boy, you must be starving. Bill, you know better."

"But Elie, I didn't-"

Elie grabbed the flustered young man and covered his mouth with
hers. After she had kissed him furiously for a while he got the
idea and raised his hands to Elie's hair and kissed her right
back.

"Nngh."

"Mmgh."

"Nnrrh."

"Mmmgghh."

Timmy loved watching the co-pilot kiss the sexy redhead. Almost
as much as he enjoyed the now harder-than-ever cock embedded in
his ass or the suckjob he was giving Engineer Bob.

Elie pulled away from Bill and said, "Timmy, I almost forgot-"

Bill pulled her right back and kissed her long and hard. When he
finally let her go she seemed to have forgotten what she meant to
say. Engineer Bob pushed Timmy off his cock and offered it to
Elie.

She said, "Share it with me, Timmy."

Timmy leaned forward, excited to get closer to Elie. Their lips
met on Engineer Bob's cock head as they each grabbed half with
their lips. Timmy was overjoyed that he was actually kind of
kissing Elie. His heart stopped, however when she pulled off and
actually did kiss him. Her lips were soft and wet on his and
tasted so good. He tried to get his tongue into her mouth but she
was quicker. He played with hers as it slid into his mouth. He
was sorry when she let him go.

"Have you kissed him yet, Bill?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Awesome isn't he? Come help me with this then." Elie lifted
Engineer Bob's cock.

Bill seemed apprehensive, but couldn't refuse the offer. He and
Elie took turns licking and sucking the fat cockhead. Timmy was
jealous, despite the hard cock in his butt. He reached forward
for his share of Engineer Bob's bounty. The three cocksuckers
each took turns with the huge fuckstick, leaving the other two to
entertain themselves with kisses and licks and lovebites and
dirty talk.

Bill couldn't take it any more and came. He grabbed for Elie and
kissed her. Despite the swift fucking, Timmy sucked as best as he
could on Engineer Bob's cock. Bill seemed to shake all over and
Timmy took it all in. The feeling of unity as he felt Bill unload
in him was better than anything. As Bill gave a final few jerks
Timmy slurped vigorously on Engineer Bob, worked up by Bill's
orgasm.

Bill took deep breaths to calm down.

"Oh, Timmy. Timmy! What an ass. Tight and sweet. I gotta get more
of you. I wish you could stay with us forever."

"Oh my gosh, Timmy!" Elie remembered Donna Hawkins. "Timmy your
mom wants you."

The guys groaned.

"Do I have to go?"

Captain Anderson said, "I'm afraid so Timmy. You can come back
later. We'll be happy to have you."

Elie said, "And don't worry about these guys. I'll take care of
them."

Timmy lifted off of Bill, sighing as the cockhead popped out his
sloppy boypussy.

"Come 'ere," said Engineer Bob. "I'll get you cleaned up."

Engineer Bob led a limping Timmy to the back and sat.

"Turn around, boy."

Timmy swung his butt around to Engineer Bob who bent him forward.
When Timmy's hands were braced against the wall, Engineer Bob
pushed Timmy's knees apart.

Elie and Bill finished another kiss.

Elie said, "Honey, did you like fucking the little boy in his
little ass?"

"Oh yes, Elie. I loved his tight hole."

"I'm glad. I think you need a little clean-up yourself too."

Timmy watched Elie bury her head in Bill's lap and then his head
snapped back in front as Engineer Bob licked his crack.

"Aaahhh."

Timmy's ass was sore and the engineer's fat tongue brought back
the fiery pain of his just finished fuck. The tickling, wet
sensation that came with it gave him a thrill though. Engineer
Bob took great big swabs of Timmy's cum covered crack and leaking
hole. Each time, Timmy ended up on his toes. Then the tongue slid
in his boyhole and poked around.

"There is no way I'm letting you get away from me this time."

As he spoke, Engineer Bob ran his hands all over Timmy's body. He
pulled his tongue out and turned Timmy around. Insistent hands
forced the boy back to his knees.

"Finish what you started. Don't waste anymore time."

Timmy held the hard cock in his tiny hands. While Captain
Anderson's shiny organ had reminded him of a sleek airplane,
Engineer Bob's massive cock seemed like an angry attack dog,
straining to tear into him. Giant hands pulled him forward onto
the beast. He knew what to expect and got it the entire head into
his mouth at one go, stretching his jaw to the limit. The heavy
cock didn't stay still. Engineer Bob dragged Timmy right down the
shaft and then up again. Timmy learned quickly to adjust and was
soon taking the fat cock all the way to his throat in relative
comfort.

"Come on. Suck, slut. You love cock don't you? Show me."

As the boy got in to the motion on his own Timmy maintained the
pace on his own, despite tiring muscles and taut lips. Engineer
Bob leaned back. Timmy blissed out on his energetic sucking of
the fat man. Each time he dipped closer to the engineer's sizable
stomach and hanging balls he got a good strong whiff of sweaty
man smells. It should have been, and was, unpleasant, but Timmy
breathed it in like perfume.

A new voice said, "What the hell is going on here?!"



Part 5


"Hi Mom," said Timmy leaving his hands on Engineer Bob's giant
shaft as he looked up.

Elie said, "Captain Anderson, this is Donna Hawkins, Timmy's
mom."

"Hello, Miss Hawkins," said the captain. "Would you close the
door behind you please? We wouldn't want to shock the first-class
passengers."

Too late. While the doorway had only opened a little as Donna
stood in it, a thin, bespectacled businessman, in the port aisle
seat near the rear curtain, had a perfect view of Timmy kneeling
before Engineer Bob. The fat, and also bespectacled, lady in
front of him was too busy with her poodle to take advantage of
her position. No one else had the right angle and Donna slammed
the door just before the poodle lady looked up.

Timmy was not worried about his mother finding him naked on the
floor, sucking down a huge helping of manmeat, while his
underwear hung like a hunting trophy on the steering handles
where his captain had strung them. The only fact about his father
that Timmy had ever been able to weedle out of his mother was
that his dad was an airline pilot. He knew she was going to like
the crew.

"Yo-you called me 'miss'."

"Yes, We've had some time to get to know Timmy. He's told us-"

"Know him! You've been violating him from the looks of it."

She looked down at Timmy.

"Are you okay, son?"

"Yeah, Mom. We were just having some fun."

"Let go of that dirty thing and stand up so I can check you."

Engineer Bob said, "I am hurt that-"

"Shut up, fatboy."

Donna yanked Timmy up. The greasy cock slid out his fingers. Over
in the co-pilot's seat Bill had gone ashen. Timmy thrilled at the
feel of his mother's hands all over him, as she inspected him
from behind.

Captain Anderson got up and said, "Miss Hawkins why don't you
have a seat and we can talk this over."

"And why don't yo-"

Donna's dismissal of the captain faltered as she got a good look
at his strong, gray eyes. She seemed overpowered by his concerned
authority. Timmy smiled. Everything was going to be all right,
because his captain wanted it so.

"Miss Hawkins, look at your son."

Donna obeyed as Captain Anderson turned Timmy's face up to her.
With his thumb, he wiped the precum from Timmy's face and had
Timmy lick it off. Donna watched in fascination.

Taking hold of Donna's waist, the captain said, "He's as happy as
a gremlin on a B-1."

Timmy was sure that the words held no meaning for his mother, but
she responded with a look of understanding anyway. Captain
Anderson gave Timmy a playful jab on the chin.

"Now, why don't you get back to work there, Timmy? I'll take care
of your mother."

Donna let herself be led away to the captain's chair, as if
drunk.

Timmy hugged Engineer Bob's left leg with his naked thighs, as
his knees hit the carpeted floor, and woke Engineer Bob's
sleeping giant with a swift series of licks. Head bent, Timmy
watched his Mom and Captain Anderson. Elie had mounted Bill and
almost nothing could be seen of him, since her wavy long hair
hung down over him as they kissed. One of his hands loosely held
her pink panties as it caressed her exposed leg.

Donna fell into the captain's chair and Captain Anderson knelt in
the aisle, facing her. He held her hands in his and whispered in
her ear. Timmy surged with jealousy, but there was no way for him
to budge. Engineer Bob held his head firmly in place, thrusting
into Timmy's salivating mouth.

Timmy forgot his mom and struggled to cope with the insane pace
of the cock pummeling his face. Every poke caused a ripple in the
fat belly above him and it smacked against his forehead through
Engineer Bob's open white shirt. Timmy knew that he was paying
for his mom's treatment of Engineer Bob and steeled himself for
more. He was too proud of his cocksucking not to meet the fat
man's challenge.

"Wait a minute!" said Donna. "Who's flying the plane?"

They all looked at her. Timmy was not surprised to see her blouse
on the floor and the captain's hands up her skirt. Captain
Anderson looked up from between her brassiere-covered breasts to
kiss her. Her body went limp at the captain's ministrations. His
skilled hand popped her right breast out of her bra cup and he
bent and nibbled on it.

Engineer Bob took Timmy back right then. Holding firm over the
boy's ears, he stuffed the slick cock into Timmy's straining
mouth and pushed as far as he could. It was as if he was trying
to get down Timmy's throat.

"Suck me, slut. Come on. Show me how much you love it. You love
my cock. I can see it in your eyes."

Timmy sucked. Or tried to. There was too much movement to get a
good suction going and, despite the great gobs of spit he applied
and Engineer Bob's steady flow of precum, his mouth felt dry. He
tried to duplicate his fancy tongue work from his Captain
Anderson blowjob, but Engineer Bob's ramrod just powered through
without noticing. The fat man just went for the deep, rapid
thrusts. Not that Timmy stopped trying. His tongue and lips kept
at it until they lost strength.

Up front, Elie was moaning as she came, riding Bill's stiff
prick.

"Oh, Yes. Fuck me good, loverboy. Give me that hard dick you've
been saving for me. Oohhnnhggh!"

Engineer Bob sped up. Just a bit, since he was at top speed
already.

"I think it's time I got some satisfaction myself," he said to
Timmy. "Give me some loving, slut. Don't fail me now. Work for
it. You know you want it."

Timmy fervently wanted to bring the fat man off. He was too spent
however. He made a few feeble tickles and listened to Elie moan
her orgasm an Engineer Bob grunt his way to the cusp of his.

"Ungh, unnhgh."

"Ooaahhnnnhh."

"Uungh, uuunngggh."

"Ooaaaaaaahhhhh."

"Unng, ungggggh, unnnggh."

"Aaaaaghhoooonnnh!"

"Ungh, uunggh, uuunngh, uunnngghh."

Engineer Bob got there before Elie was done.

"Take it. Uunngh. Take it! Uunggh! Take my cum, you slut. Take
iiiinnnh..."

Engineer Bob never let go. Timmy felt the first splashes of warm
gooey mancream hit his throat like a hose, almost continuous. He
choked immediately. Most of the fat man's cum spilled out of his
lips. The great cockhead swelled even more as wad after wad of
thick cum flew into Timmy's parched, aching mouth, bringing no
relief. Only a burning taste that turned bitter as it dripped
down his gullet. Timmy held on. The skin under his fingers
trembled with each incredible pulse of fluid up the shaft.

When the force of the ejaculations lessened, Timmy swallowed more
of the cum than he could before. Engineer Bob pushed him down
further. The softer, but still heavy, cock leaked into his mouth
for a while more while he inhaled the toxic odor of Engineer
Bob's pubes. While he had spilled much of it, Timmy felt
contented that he had taken more cum in his young stomach than
ever before. Cum lined the passage down his throat, permeating
his breaths. His tongue got moving again and he washed the sated
monster with his spit.

"But I'm not done yet!" said Bill to his left.

Elie was standing, sliding her panties up her legs and shimmying
as she fitted them over her ass. Donna and Captain Anderson both
watched her dress. Donna had lost her skirt and looked incredibly
sexy in her black, lace bra and panties, one swollen boob still
out.

"Sorry, Bill," said Elie. “Unlike you guys, I have to do real
work when we fly. I'll be right back. I just have to make sure
nothing's gone horribly wrong."

"They have an intercom don't they?"

"It's better to get things taken care of before they get that
far."

"Aaw, ain't that sweet?" said Engineer Bob to Bill and Elie.
"Your very first argument."

Engineer Bob let Timmy up. The boy took his chance to catch his
breath after having a thick cock block his breathing for what
seemed like hours.

Elie ignored the engineer. She saw Timmy staring at her in open
admiration.

"Isn't that just the cutest?" she asked. "Let me get a good look
at your wet face."

Timmy approached the love goddess, eager to show her how much he
had made Engineer Bob come. Elie leaned down and took half his
earnings with a long swipe of her tongue up the right side of his
face.

"That's tastes good. Try some, Miss Hawkins."

Donna looked away from her son's cum splattered face to Captain
Anderson who gave her an encouraging nod. With smaller, lighter
strokes she cleaned up the other side of Timmy's dripping face.
Timmy's hard dick jumped when his mom stuck her tongue through
his lips and washed the taste of Engineer Bob from his mouth.
Then Donna drew back and Elie pressed her lips against Timmy's
mother's. The women kissed, Donna growing more passionate as it
went on. Timmy watched with avid eyes and eager dick. When the
kiss ended they started right back again. Timmy put a hand on
each woman's thigh and stroked. His mom's was thinner and firmer,
but Elie's was buttery smooth.

"Wow," said Donna when they finished. "I haven't kissed a woman
since highschool. I can't imagine why I stopped."

Elie looked down at Timmy, smiled and gave him a french kiss of
his own. Captain Anderson's hand covered his and led it up to his
mother's crotch. Donna's panties were wet and Timmy rubbed then
into her mound. Elie's lips left Timmy's.

She said, "You are just too cute for your own good. I've got to
have more of you."

"Well, you're going to have to wait till I'm done," said Captain
Anderson.

Timmy wanted them both.

Elie stretched out a leg at the captain and gracefully hiked up
her skirt.

"Oh, I'm sure we can work something out, captain."

"There's always room for compromise, of course."

"I thought you had to work, Elie," said Bill. "Why're you going
to do him instead of me?"

"Because, he's cuter. And he's a passenger. As long as I'm doing
him, I am working. Besides, I'm sure you'll find a dance partner.
Donna's free and Bob seems to like you."

Bill pulled Donna and hugged her to him.

Engineer Bob grumbled as Timmy let Captain Anderson set him in
position.

 "Oh, I see how it is. Just cause I don't have sexy legs and
cocksucking lips, I don't rate that high."

Timmy stood between Captain Anderson's knees, the chair against
the back of his thighs. Elie knelt before the boy.

"Didn't offer me no compromise," Engineer Bob continued. "Left me
here to watch him blow you."

Bill unsnapped Donna's bra as she watched Elie lick Timmy's
nipples. Captain Anderson cupped Timmy's buttcheeks.

"As for Bill," mumbled Engineer Bob. "Liked my dick just fine
'til the women showed up. It's sexism is what it is. Tomorrow,
I'm filing a complaint in personnel..."

While Elie licked down his chest and stomach, Captain Anderson
licked down Timmy's back. Elie got his hairless boy dick in her
mouth just before Captain Anderson pushed Timmy over and the boy
leaned against the cockpit window. As he watched the clouds fly
by, his ass got a thorough tongue fucking and Elie's skilled
mouth sucked him off.

Timmy looked over at his mother and they smiled at each other.
She seemed embarrassed as Bill slid her panties out under her
butt and past her toes. Timmy gave her a thumbs up and she seemed
reassured. Donna turned to Bill.

"My, what a handsome young man you are."

All of Bill's confident demeanour drained out of him at these few
words. Donna became emboldened. She ran her hands through Bill's
hair.

"Such wonderful, blond hair. Like my son's. You two could be
brothers, you know. Same soft lips..."

Donna licked her finger and grazed it along Bill's mouth.

"Would you like to be my son? I'd love to be your mommy."

Timmy smiled at this. He was sure that his mother couldn't be
more than a few years older than Bill herself.

"I-I think I'd l-like that," said Bill.

"Good, cuz mommy's got a surprise for her little boy."

Timmy wanted to watch more as his mother kissed Bill and climbed
on his rod. Elie's tongue was driving him to an amazing,
unexplored regions of ecstasy and the probing tongue in his ass
pushed him along. He did not even try to last and let himself go.


Up. Up. Higher and faster, until his teeth rattled and he quaked
with orgasm. His captain held him fast from behind and Elie kept
the intense sucking, slurping, licking enticement going to the
very end. The captain drew Timmy back into his chair till the boy
quieted down, relaxing against the familiar, warm bulge of his
captain's fuckpole.

Elie stood and said, "Too bad you can't make sperm yet, Timmy. I
would have loved to have tasted you."

Timmy warmed with pride. He made this woman hot.

"I really do have to go, though. I'll be back as soon as I can."

She gave Captain Anderson and Timmy each a kiss on the forehead
and left. As Elie went out, Engineer Bob came forward. He grabbed
Donna's breasts and she broke her kiss with Bill.

"Daddy's home," he said.

Donna kissed him and said, "You're late, dear. I had to seduce
junior here for some action. You'd think that a man like you
could keep a woman more satisfied."

Bill kept his fucking of 'mother' going.

Engineer Bob touching Timmy's mother made the boy's skin crawl
even worse than when the fat man's paws were on his own flesh.

Engineer Bob said, "Well if you're anything like your other son,
then there isn't enough cock on this plane to satisfy you. Like
mother, like slut, huh?"

As Engineer Bob explored his mother's assets, Captain Anderson
lifted Timmy back into position against the window. A tongue slid
into Timmy's slippery butthole. Then a finger, two fingers and
then two fingers and a tongue, giving him an inside thrill that
spread down to his boy dick and out to the rest of his body. That
seemed to decide it for Captain Anderson.

"I think you're plenty loose now, Timmy. Want to try me on for
size?"



Part 6


Though scared, Timmy said, "Sure."

"You just enjoy the view, Timmy. Leave the driving to me."

Captain Anderson got up and held Timmy by his slender hips. The
slick cock, warm and thick, rubbed along the boy's crack. Timmy
shivered. He closed his eyes for a bit, while strong hands felt
his little body up and down and the strong cock revved at his
boyhole. With the lightest of touches, the captain ran his
fingertips over Timmy's hard nipples. Then the captain stroked
through his hair and ran his palms down to Timmy's buttcheeks.

Every part of Timmy's body felt connected to the other and the
slightest graze reverberated down toward his ass, seeking
fulfillment with urgent tremors. Which they received. Captain
Anderson lay down on Timmy, his soft shirt cool against the boy's
bare back and his breath warm against Timmy's ears. Strong hands
tightened on Timmy's bony shoulders.

Captain Anderson said, "Take me."

Timmy opened his eyes.

Captain Anderson bit Timmy's ear with his lips and powered home,
majestic as he crushed the opposition of the boy's frightened
sphincter. In one long, measured stroke, Timmy's captain claimed
his rightful place, deep in Timmy's boypussy.

The sky went red and the clouds were a drunken pink, floating
above a candy yellow Earth. Timmy's mind screamed as he clenched
his teeth, and whimpered. Black streaks lit up the sky as his
captain gave him a sudden cockstab, gaining no ground, but
punishing the flesh in its way.

Timmy squawked. The pain drifted out and his brain finally caught
up to his physical treatment, registering the electric jolt of
pleasure that accompanied the strong cock slamming his pussy
walls. Captain Anderson let go of his ear and licked it.

"You are so tight. It's like you were made for me."

Timmy felt like Captain Anderson's cock was way too big to ever
have been meant for his over stretched channel, but the feel of
the man, his captain, around him and in him was like a story book
ending; warm, inevitable and supremely satisfying. 'He's in me!
I'm being fucked. By Captain Anderson!'

The captain pulled back a little, igniting Timmy's agonizing
pleasure. Then went right back in with a fierce thrust.

Captain Anderson grunted with triumph, "NNNggghh."

Timmy managed, "Hhhhnnwwwh."

The cock pulled back a little further than before and charged
back in.

"NNNghhgggh."

"Hhwwwaahhh."

Little by little the captain moved the backstroke out before
rushing in.

"Nnnnnhhhh."

"Hwwmmmwwh."

"Nnnghhaaggh"

"Hhhmmmhh."

When his captain's strokes reached full length the hands let go
of Timmy and rested on his lower back as the strong man stood up.
The strokes reached even deeper and came with more force. Timmy
kept his forehead pasted against the window as his neck and spine
absorbed the pummeling.

Two distinct sensations grew in Timmy's boypussy. The constant,
traveling pain and pleasant pressure as the captain's cock
plunged into him; and the sharp, stinging thrill that flew into
his throat from deep inside, as the captain hit his special spot
on each instroke. The two swelled in him and Timmy's balls
tightened, his dick hard.

Captain Anderson slowed down. Each stroke went just as deep, but
Timmy now had more time to savor its passage.

"Such a good boy. I nearly lost myself there. So warm and silky.
Like a glove."

Timmy digested the compliment between thrusts, each slower stroke
giving his special spot a longer tickle. He was good. His captain
said so. Timmy wanted so much to give Captain Anderson a great
time.

Captain Anderson slapped Timmy's rump.

"You can't get by on your natural fuckability forever, though."

Timmy steeled himself and took another cockthrust, wondering what
the captain meant.

"You're gonna have a wonderful, tight ass for the rest of your
life, Timmy. but you have to learn to fuck rather than be fucked.
Men like it when you squirm on their cock, respond to it like
you, NNgghhh, love it."

"Hhhwwwhhn. But I do love your cock. I love everything about it."

"Then show it. squeeze me with your ass. Brace against the glass
and push back at me."

Hands pressed against the window, Timmy pushed hard against the
next stroke, even when it felt like it was all the way in his
stomach. He clenched his ass around the shaft as it withdrew and
gasped as it caused Captain Anderson to ram right back into him.

"Sorry, Timmy. You got me with that little handshake there.
Couldn't control myself. Didn't think you'd figure it out so
quick. You're a natural born slutboy, aren't you?"

Timmy gave a quick squeeze followed by an anal push. He liked
this more active approach to sex. The clenching and pushing gave
him more nerve-bending stimulation and the act of helping along
his own penetration felt naughty. So naughty. But the greatest
aphrodisiac was knowing that Captain Anderson would get a better
ride out of it.

And ride him he did. The captain hunched back over like a jockey
and drilled Timmy. The boy pushed back with all his might to
avoid being thrown through the windshield. His arms turned
rubbery with the effort. His legs were gone too, the huge cock
spreading them apart and inducing paralysis. They still trembled
with effort, each sharp thrust rippling through their nerves, but
it was the captain's hard prod that kept his ass in the air.

Timmy's special spot went into meltdown. The boy burned from his
nipples to his toes, from his ass to his eyelids. He was going to
cum. He wanted it so bad.

Captain Anderson kept plugging him, giving him the push to the
edge of bliss.

"Take it. Take it. Nnnghh. Nnghhuh. Take my cock."

Timmy took it. And it felt great to have it given to him. He came
with tears down his face, stunned by the scope of his orgasm. The
world shimmered before him and his body stiffened as his balls
pumped invisible sperm through his flailing boydick. Then he lost
it, his muscles liquid and he was spared a fall only by the
strong arms of his captain who leaned forward and hugged him.

Again, Timmy felt the cotton shirt on his back and the captain's
breath. He shook out the last of his massive cum and let himself
be fucked, too far gone to attempt even a little anal
encouragement. The captain slowed down, but seemed more erratic.
Captain Anderson pressed his cheek against Timmy's.

"I'm gonna cum. You're making me cum. You beautiful boy. Such a
beautiful face. Such a beautiful ass."

Timmy chanted in his mind, 'He's gonna come in me! He's gonna
come in me!'

"Nngghh, nggggghh, nnngghggh. Nnnnnggghhhhhaaah."

The pilot stiffened on top of Timmy, grinding hard onto his bare
butt. Huge, ripping thrusts forced Timmy's vision to go white as
he accepted his captain's cum in his helpless body.

Timmy's vision cleared as he took the captain's weight. The
captain kissed his cheek and kept the softening cock up Timmy's
chute. Blinking, Timmy looked out the window. He could see
forever, it seemed, as they hurtled through the clearest, bluest
skies imaginable. All was at peace in the world.

At least out there. The cockpit rang with the cries of ecstasy as
Bill and Donna peaked. Elie had returned and was helping Engineer
Bob with his hardon, using her lips and hands as she knelt.

Donna screamed, "Timmy. Ooh, yes. Timmy. Come in me, baby. Come
in mommy's pussy. Give it to me, son. Ooh. Ohhh. Timmyyyooaaahh!"

Timmy was flattered to hear his mother cry out for him while she
rode Bill to orgasm. Bill didn't seem to notice as he closed his
eyes and groaned, his pleasure.

Donna slowed her humping and looked around.

"Ooh, that was good. I need more cock. Something bigger. No
offense, Bill."

"Huuh?" asked Bill, still dazed.

Captain Anderson pulled his cock from Timmy's hole. Warm liquid
spilled down the boy's thighs.

"Sorry ma'am, but I gave your son here a great big helping of my
pecker and I won't be serving again for a little while."

Elie looked up and said, "You can try Bob. He's pretty filling."

Donna seemed hesitant.

"I don't mind," said Elie. "I'll just take some time with Timmy."

Elie rose as Donna left Bill for Engineer Bob.

"Now we're getting somewhere," said the fat man.

Timmy limped into the back and hugged Elie, his face and tongue
in her breasts. He inhaled their sweet aroma and licked them up.
His immediately hard dick slid between her thighs.

Elie said, "Well this won't work. I'll have to figure something
else out. Keep going, though. I love your mouth on my tits."

Timmy loved playing with Elie's soft, smooth breasts. He stroked
and kneaded them with his fingers as he sucked from stiff nipple
to stiff nipple. It was so different from sucking on a cock and
yet, so similar. Elie gave back to him, stroking his hair as she
pulled him in and caressing his entire body.

Engineer Bob moaned, "Suck mee. Ooh yes, suck meeee."

Elie shifted so Timmy got a good look at his mother on her knees
before the fat man. Donna's shining, blond hair took on a life of
its own as she gobbled on Engineer Bob's huge cock. She seemed
even more eager to have it than the horny man was to give it to
her.

Timmy looked up and Elie gave him a full mouth kiss, tongues
sliding against each other. She eventually let him up for air.

"I've figured it out. Come on, Timmy."

Elie sat on Captain Anderson's legs, her pussy on the edge of the
man's knees. Timmy got the idea and, crouching just a bit, got
his hard boydick to her wet cunt. He was eager for his first
fuck, but Elie delayed, pulling him in for another kiss, his
smooth chest against her ample breasts. Behind her, the captain
smiled and grabbed hold of Timmy's ass.

Elie held Timmy at the shoulders and said, "Oh yes, now. Now."

Strong hands pulled Timmy deep into Elie's slippery cunt. The
warm, moist and, as far as Timmy was concerned, enchanted fuck
channel grabbed at him, encasing his straining little organ in
tight, quivering woman flesh. Timmy struggled for air, as his
eyes shut tight and he fell against his lover's shoulder.

Captain Anderson said, "Oh, Elie. I think you just made his day."

Timmy wanted more. he pulled back and went right on in again. And
again. And again. In no time he had it figured out and was
pumping away, powered by enthusiasm and lust. Captain Anderson
kept his grip on Timmy's ass, but only to squeeze and play. Timmy
lifted his head and looked at Elie. She was biting her lip and
moaning. Wanting to give her more, he slipped his hand down to
her breasts. She took him and gave him a deep kiss, which they
held as Timmy fucked her.

Timmy saw Engineer Bob lift his mother's head off of her sucking
and then get down on th floor with her. He turned her to the
front on all fours and got behind her. Donna's face telegraphed
the fat man's entry into her cunt as her eyes widened and her
mouth fell open. Her throat trembled, struggling to give voice to
her silent cry.

Engineer Bob grunted his satisfaction. With both hands on Donna's
hips, he gave Timmy's mother a deep, slow fucking, his belly
rolling.

Timmy managed to keep most of his attention on Elie, even though
it felt like a part of him was being fucked on the floor. He
experimented with his rhythms and strokes. Bending his knees, he
tried different angles to attack the ravenous cunt of the woman
he wished to conquer.

Captain Anderson licked the back of Elie's neck coming more and
more forward with each flick of his tongue. Soon he was at her
ear and Timmy joined him there. They kissed, briefly and sweetly,
before going back to her neck and ear. Every now and again their
lips met and they took full advantage of it.

Elie's panting breath against Timmy's face became heavier and
louder. She was coming. He speeded up to push her over the edge.

"Timmy. Ohhh, Timmyyy. Give me your big cock, little boy. Fuck me
good."

Timmy did, squeezing her breasts with one hand while the other
roamed her slim flank and flat stomach.

"Yess. OOhh yesss. Yeessss!"

Vicelike, her pussy grabbed Timmy. Her fingernails bit into his
shoulders and her entire body quaked. Her orgasm pulled the boy
in and he exploded with her, stiffening and thrusting as deep as
he could. They came forever, as each spasm set off two more in
the other person.

When Timmy finally collapsed he found his strong captain there to
kiss and caress him. Elie laid back against Captain Anderson and
both males shifted to her, licking and kissing.

Engineer Bob had picked Donna's hands up off the floor and he now
held her against his big stomach, hands over her breasts. As he
fucked into her, he licked her face with his slobbering tongue
while she leaned her head back for him.

Timmy was surprised at how jealous he felt, watching his mother
take the fat prick. As his mother's face shifted into ecstasy,
her orgasm imminent, he wanted to be the one feeling what she
felt.

"Aaaaaoohaah."

"Nnnnnghgh!"

Engineer Bob was there too, ready to give Timmy's mother her
share of cum.  He began giving her faster, shorter jabs and they
came together, his cock driving her into the air over and over
again as she fell onto it.

When the two pulled apart, Engineer Bob sat on his chair, his
wet, limp cock swinging. Donna's body was sweaty and tired, but
her eyes were still hungry. She looked over at Timmy a sly,
slutty smile on her lips.

"Timmy, honey, are you done with the captain?"

"Yes, mom. He helped me fuck Elie. It was cool."

"Do you think he'd like to help me out for a bit?"

Timmy reach down between Elie's thighs and felt for the captain's
meat. It was solid, but still not erect.

"He might need some help."

Bill spoke to Elie.

"Elie, I'm sorry about earlier. Do you think-"

"Oh, Baby, she said. "I could never be mad at you."

Elie got up and gave Timmy one last kiss.

"Thanks, stud. That was wonderful."

Then she went over to Bill.

Timmy smiled and then went right back down on his captain's cock.
He just knew he could get more out of it.

"You are such a slut, my boy," said the captain.

"Yes, he is," said Donna, kissing Captain Anderson.

Timmy understood that his mother wanted the strong man's cock for
herself. He didn't mind. Engineer Bob was still waiting for him.
The boy rose, giving Donna his spot and kissed both his mother
and Captain Anderson before leaving them alone. His mother wasted
no time taking the stiffening cock in her mouth.

"Hello, Engineer Bob," said Timmy.

"Hello, slut."

Timmy's dick tickled.

"Engineer Bob, do you think you could..."

Timmy looked down at the man's deflated organ.

"For you, slut, anything. Just give me a suckstart."

In the rightside seat Bill and Elie were quietly making love,
kissing and whispering.

Timmy got down in his familiar position and took the cockmonster
between his lips. With just a few puffs and a little fingering of
the balls, Engineer Bob was ready for action. Timmy had no doubt
about how bad the fat man wanted his ass.

Giggling drew his attention to Donna, now perched on Captain
Anderson's lap. His mother kissed his captain then laughed again.

"You know," she said, "I lost my virginity to an airplane
captain."


Part 7



Timmy's ears perked up. His mother had never really talked about
her life before he was born.

Captain Anderson said, "Was it on an airplane?"

She continued, "Of course. In fact that's how Timmy got started."

Engineer Bob lifted Timmy up and said, "Well why don't you tell
us about it? I'm sure Timmy would love to hear."

Timmy got a slap on the butt as the engineer turned him around.

"Wouldn't you, slut?"

"Sure."

Bill and Elie looked over to Donna, still fucking, but wanting to
hear.

"Well, there isn't that much to tell," said Donna.

Big hands grabbed Timmy's thighs and he braced the wall in front
of him for support as a wet tongue plowed into his boyhole.

"Let's hear it anyway," said Captain Anderson. "It'll be fun to
fuck you while we all listen."

The tongue in Timmy's ass did incredible things, wiping his
insides with circling motions.

Donna said, "I was on a highschool trip to Mount Rushmore and me
and my best friend sweetalked our way into the cockpit. We were
both sixteen."

The tongue slid out and a couple of fingers started sliding
around in his cramped space.

"I took dibs on the captain and Clara, my friend, wanted the
co-pilot. Except the co-pilot was totally gay. So she took the
engineer on instead."

Engineer Bob said, "All co-pilots are cocksuckers."

"Hey! Goddammit, why-" Bill breathed and smiled. "I am not the
one preparing to stick my cock up a ten-year old boy."

"Eleven," said Timmy.

"He's just another cunt," said Engineer Bob, "wanting a real man
inside."

"Why don't we listen to Miss Hawkins?" asked Captain Anderson,
ending the argument.

"The other two were more than happy to give us a ride," said
Donna. "I mean we didn't go up there to try and seduce them or
anything. Clara thought it would be exciting and anything was
exciting if you grew up in my town. When we got up there, though,
it was like we couldn't think straight.

"The captain was just so handsome and so in charge. He was older,
a lot like you are, Captain Anderson, but I found that sexy,
especially when I realized how much I turned him on. So the
engineer got Clara to suck his cock and the captain eased all my
clothes off, really seducing me with kisses and quiet talk of how
horny I made him and how beautiful I was."

Timmy was now really horny. The fingers stroking his anus were no
longer enough. Happily, Engineer Bob was ready for more too. He
leaned against Timmy, his stomach pressing into the boy's back.

Engineer Bob said into Timmy's ear, "All the cock you could ever
need, slut. Right up your ass."

"Oh, yes. Yes."

One hand pressed against Timmy's lower back forcing his butt out.
The other held the fat cock to his entrance.

"Nnnnhhh," grunted Engineer Bob.

"Aaauughh! Aah!Aaagh' aaahhhh!

"Nnngghhhaah! Yes!"

Timmy cried freely as the mammoth cock spread open his boycunt
and forced its way in.

"Aaahah. Aauuhhhmm. Aaaggh!"

Engineer Bob said, "C'mon you little cockwhore, take the rest of
me. Nnghhh! Ngghhhh!"


"Aaaaahhggh! Hhhwwaah, hhwnnhh."

Timmy nearly fainted, his insides raw and strained beyond the
limits it was designed for. Engineer Bob held him up at the
waist, apparently unwilling to let his little fucktoy escape.
With his knees collapsing and legs trembling, Timmy involuntarily
dug his fingertips into the carpeted wall as the pain burnt up
his spine.

"Take it. Take it! Don't quit on me now, you little slut.
Nngghhaah!"

"Aaghhh!"

 You know you want this. Come on, you nearly got half of it
already. Let me in that boypussy. Nnghhhhhh."

"Aauugh!" Half?! It felt like he had taken the fat cock in him
three times over already. Right then, Timmy was absolutely sure
that he did NOT want it. He could never take it.

Engineer Bob seemed determined, though. With grunt after grunt he
jammed the wide head of his cock deeper into Timmy. And with
whimper after whimper, the young boy let him. Not that Timmy
could have done anything, his body was so wasted.

"Nngghhh!"

A particularly hard thrust overpowered his elbows and sent his
torso into the wall. He felt a great rush of relief as he lost
some of the stiff cock in him, but it ended quickly, as the fat
man followed him and pounded against his tender ass with deep,
urgent strokes.

"Nghh! Nnnnnhhh."

"Aaaah."

"Gghnnnggh. Nggh!"

"Aauuohhhh!"

"Nnngghhgh! Nnhhhhhgh!"

"Aaaauaggh!"

Then...

"Nnnnnnnghh!"

"Aaa' hhhuuaaahh!"

Giant balls slapped against Timmy's own little pair. Engineer Bob
was in. Apparently satisfied, the fat man took a break, leaving
the thick cock lodged in the little boy's chute.

"There, there, my lovely slut. You got it all in you. See? If you
put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything."

Engineer Bob roughly caressed Timmy's sides and thighs.

Timmy was doubtful of his accomplishment. It hurt. Engineer Bob's
cock felt like a football in his gut. The ring of boyflesh spread
around the base of the huge cock screamed at him.

The captain asked Timmy's mother to continue her story. She was
already bouncing up and down on the captain's cock. Timmy tried
to listen through his agony.

"He was very gentle with me. He held my waist while I sat on his
cock. I loved the stretching feeling I got as it moved through my
cunt. Then, just past the entrance, he got to my hymen. He kissed
me lightly and told me to breathe in. Then he gave me another
kiss, except as he finished he pulled me down all the way. It
hurt, but it was worth it to feel that strong cock all the way in
me."

Timmy was beginning to understand her emotions. The swollen cock
in his own cunt still caused flashes of pain with any slight
movement, but to feel it all the way in him, touching him
everywhere inside and to know it was all the way in him got his
dick stiff.

The pain shot up when Engineer Bob grabbed him by the waist and,
turning, threw him onto his back on the control panel, the cock
coming loose. Then his hole felt empty. He wanted that monster
back in him.

Donna said, "He built up his strokes, til he was really giving it
to me. I must have come two or three times. I'm not sure 'cause
they all seemed to flow into each other and my mind had capsized
anyway."

Grinning down at Timmy, Engineer Bob brought his cockhead to the
boy's aching hole.

"Ready for more?"

"Not right now, I- Aaaghhhh!"

Fat cock skewered tight cunt as Engineer Bob ignored Timmy. It
went in a lot faster than before, but not easier.

Donna broke her story as she moaned to orgasm on Captain
Anderson's strong cock.

Timmy's tears returned as he lay on his back, ass over the edge
in Engineer Bob's paws. The fat man scrunched his face up with
every plunge into Timmy's bowels, but underbeath it all he held
an evil smile.

"Nngghhh! Ngghhh."

"Aauhgh!"

The great belly rocked in waves as Engineer Bob sped up.

"Nnnnghhh. Unnghhh."

"Aaahhhhhhah."

The cock was long enough to reach Timmy's special spot and wide
enough to really batter it.

"Aaaghh. Aauughh. Aaauuugghhhaaahh!"

Timmy came, the huge pistoning cock slamming faster and faster
into him as his body stiffened, then shook.

When it was over, his dick stayed hard, Engineer Bob's hitting
his special spot and keeping him horny as well as hurting. The
engineer leaned down, raising his own ass up as he did so. The
fat stomach covered Timmy's stiffie and, as more weight came
down, hampered his breathing. Timmy's legs splayed out under
Engineer Bob.

The sex took a surprisingly pleasanter turn, as the stroke length
shortened and the heavy body pressed against Timmy's in more
places, giving a creepy thrill to the boy. Kisses followed.
Mostly sloppy, open mouthed and disgusting, but also some tender
pecks. Engineer Bob was still Engineer Bob, though, and he licked
Timmy's face all over with a rough, slimy tongue every once in a
while.

"Having fun, slut? Nnhh."

"Uuuaahh."

"This how you like it? Nngh."

"Uuahhh."

"You make me so hot! Uunnhgh!"

"Uuaaahh."

Timmy loved hearing how much he turned Engineer Bob on. Even
though he was the one being victimized by the fat man and his fat
cock, he felt powerful.

"I'm ready now, slut. You're making me come. Time to give you the
full treatment."

Again Engineer Bob pulled right out, flipping Timmy onto his
stomach against the buttons and dials of the control panel. One
swift, hard plunge got the engineer's cock right back into
Timmy's boycunt.

"You earned this, slut," he snarled in Timmy's ear. "Enjoy."

This time the huge cockhead reached further than it had before.
Timmy grimaced, his teeth grinding as he drew huge breaths
through them. Engineer Bob went at a racehorce pace, slamming him
over and over.

Amid all the hammering fury, Timmy felt the lower two buttons of
Engineer Bob's loose shirt grazing his back, a sanctuary of
gentle softness. His mind calmed and the stiff fucking built an
unbearable ecstasy in him. He came again, along with the fat man.
Uncontrolled ramming nearly brought Timmy back from the edge, but
it was too late and the slutboy and his slutmaster tightened up
and exploded together.

As he finished, Engineer Bob fell forward onto Timmy. The boy
waited, the softening prick still in him, while the fat man
slowly stirred. The pain returned to his savaged hole as his
sexual bliss retreated.

Engineer Bob said, "You were great, slut. So tight."

The engineer got off Timmy, and helped him up. With weak legs
Timmy staggered to the only place he could think of. Right to his
captain. His mom helped him into the strong man's lap.

"Oh sweetie," she said, "you were so wonderful. Taking that big
cock like that. I'm so proud of you."

Timmy leaned against Captain Anderson, hugging him and snuggling
against his fresh smelling white shirt. He felt calm. He felt
right. Then his mother helped the captain's hard cock into his
quivering hole and he felt complete.

Bill said to Engineer Bob, "You notice how Miss Hawkins's friend
wanted the co-pilot first. She only took the engineer 'cause
there wasn't anyone else."

Engineer Bob looked stunned.

"Whoa. You're starting on me? That's a change. You must be
growing up. What? did you get your first pube or something?"

"I guess we just can't help it that women love us. I mean we're
young, destined for command-"

"Destined to take my cock up your ass!"

"-Full of confidence-"

"Confidence, my hairy buttcrack. You had sex with the woman and
you still can't call Donna by her first name."

"-plus we're just so darn cute..."

Timmy listened, smiling, as Captain Anderson stroked him all over
without stopping the argument. The warm cock in Timmy's ass
twitched for action, but his captain continued to just pet him.

'I could stay like this forever,' he thought.

Of course, he knew there were another three hours before landing
in case he changed his mind.




Epilogues - One year later.


1

John Simms waited in the garden for his father. He loved the
garden. Not just the trees and flowers either. It was always
cooler there and John had not yet gotten used to the heat of his
new home. The far door opened and a servant let his father -
still in his flight uniform - out into the shaded garden.

"Dad!"

"John boy!"

They hugged, John delighted to hold his father again.

"How are you, son?" asked his father, sitting them both on a
stone bench.

"Great, but I miss you. And I miss Smiley."

John gave his father's crotch a soft squeeze. The fat cock was
already hard.

"Smiley missed you too. Where's your Mom?"

"She went to Delhi with the Rajah's wife. They're really good
friends now."

"Well I'm glad she's starting to like the place. How about you?"

"It's fun. But I want you!"

John got his father's pants open and pulled them down. The boxers
followed. Kneeling before him, John took hold of his father's
cock. He admired its shape and weight and then sucked as much as
he could into his small mouth.

"Ooohhhhaah," sighed his father. "Christ, I missed you."

John sucked industriously away, making up for lost time. Later on
he could give his father a more leisurely blowjob, but now was
not the time. Using his tongue, John wiped around the head of the
fat cock.

The door next to them opened.

"Oh! I'm sorry," a deep voice said. "I did not think there was
anyone out here."

John's father said, "Your highness. No need to be sorry. It is
your place after all."

The Rajah walked around them, hands holding his robes. John kept
sucking, having never stopped.

"I should have known John would receive you here. He loves this
garden. Why, he insists I take my pleasure of him here at least
thrice a week."

John smiled, remembering the last time. They had both ended up
covered in mud from the pond afterward.

"I'm glad to see he's not pining away here," said John's father.
"Would you care to join us, your highness?"

"Oh, I could not. This is your private time. You see him so
little now."

"Oh, that's okay. I'm the one taking liberties as it is."

The Rajah stroked John's bare back and his pyjama clad ass.

"I think I will. Certainly John loves it this way."

John looked back and watched the Rajah remove his robes. The
Rajah was young still and had a strong fit body. The Rajah's cock
was not as large as his father's, but John secretly prefered the
Rajah's cock in his boycunt. The Rajah was a master at hitting
the right places.

John still preferred to suck his father's meat, though and he
went right back to it. Strong hands stripped his flimsy clothes
right off him. Then the royal cock drove into his tight hole.
John stiffened to take it and then relaxed as the fucking built
up.

"He seems to take this well," said his father.

"Yes, he's been quite busy. You will be very proud. Why, I had a
party last week. Your slut son was the hit of the evening.
Royalty from Fiji to Japan to Sweden, all helpless before his
charms."

John sucked away between his father's thighs, remembering the
Fijian Prince. The huge monster of a man and monster of a cock.
He had sucked on it for half an hour, while the prince ate and
laughed, before finally conquering it.

"A royal slut, huh?"

"Certainly. He spent most of that evening in this same position
with those two young princes from Wales. They're insatiable I
tell you. But young John here was their match."

John was ready to come. The Rajah had plugged him just right, and
the now rare thrill of having his father face fuck him was too
much.

His father was there too. As John shook and clamped the Rajah in
his cunt, streaming gobs of fatherly cum caromed into his throat.
John swallowed it down. Most of it anyway. Some escaped and John
licked at it.

The Rajah kept going.

"Mister Simms, I'm having another poker game tonight. What do you
say that, after we finish fucking this little boyslut, I give you
a chance to win him back from me?"


2

Bill lay in the soft bed, stroking Elie's breasts.

"Oh, I've missed you," he said.

"Well, you seemed to find the target fine, just now."

They laughed.

"This is wonderful," said Gregori, in his thick Russian accent,
from behind Bill. "You are happy, she is happy so I am happy. We
are all happiness."

Gregori's big arms wrapped around Bill. Elie smiled at Bill. He
smiled back.

"Is so good to finally have you, Elie," continued Gregori. "Ever
since I met Bill, all he speak of is you. Beautiful lady pilot
that he was dummy to and left. Always his mind is on you. Even
when I give him good hard fucking with strongest cock in Russia,
he still speak your name."

Bill smiled, happy.

"Bill, you're not blushing," said Elie.

"Well I'm used to Gregori telling my secrets."

"No, I mean there was a time when you were really ashamed to
admit you were with men."

"Well, when you take on sixteen guys in one hour to win
'Cocksucker of the Week' at a gay nightclub, it settles some
issues for you."

"You did that?!"

"Yes," said Gregori, fondling Bill's ass cheeks. "He is pussyboy
for sure. Still he love you. Very strange thing."

"You love me?" asked Elie.

"Yes," said Bill. "When I saw you at the terminal there today I
just knew it. All these months I've been learning so much about
myself, but I learned most that I want you."

Gregori added, "And cock. Much cock he wants."

"Yeah," said Bill, "and cock."

Elie kissed Bill, sweetly.

"Elie, I should never have left you. I'm not that person anymore
though. Then, I was just too insecure. I thought that any minute
you'd realize that you were too good for me and just go-"

"But I would never-"

"I know. Now, I know. I've gotten a good idea of who I am. I'm
comfortable with who I am."

"I'll say. How long have you been living with a Russian
wrestler?"

"Since October. He was on a flight back from Australia. I saw him
and thought 'wow'. I swear my ass danced for him."

"It dance many times since, too," said Gregori, his hands all
over the aforementioned ass.

"But he seemed so sad," said Bill. "It turned out he had just
lost the gold medal at the Olympics. His first defeat in thirteen
years."

"I was to kill myself," said Gregori.

"Well we got to talking and the next thing you know I was
cheering him up in a hotel room in LA."

"Very cheering he was."

Elie turned Bill on his back and straddled him.

"Sounds like we can make this relationship work," she said.

She stroked Bill back to erection then said, "But before we make
any promises let me see what the strongest cock in Russia has to
say about it."

She grabbed Gregori's cock and sized it up.

"Wow. This is definitely gonna be fun."


3

The familiar rocking of the Gulf of Mexico greeted Kyle Anderson
as he awoke aboard his Grandpa's cabincruiser. The spot next to
him on the large bed was empty, but still warm.

"Hi there, sweet boy," said his Grandpa walking into the room,
wearing just a towel. "Had a good nap?"

"Yeah, what time is it?"

"You just missed the sunset. It was beautiful, but you seemed
pooped after this afternoon, so I let you sleep. Hungry?"

"Uhhuh."

Kyle yawned, spreading his arms wide and then walked, naked,
behind his handsome Grandpa into the galley.

As he sat he looked up at his Grandpa.

"What is it, Kyle?" he asked.

"I was wondering..."

"Fair enough. What about?"

"About us and the um, stuff we do."

"It's okay to say sex, Kyle."

"Well that's it exactly. I've been thinking."

"You don't like it anymore? Kyle, it's okay if you want to stop.
I thought you enjoyed what we did. I know you've been
uncomfortable with it, but I also knew it was something you
wanted-"

"I do want it. I wanted it even before I knew I wanted it. I like
it too. I love being on the boat and not just for the... sex. I
love the fishing and the swimming and being with you. I think you
haven't been pushing me hard enough."

"Explain."

"Ever since the first time, I was nervous about what people would
think or that it was wrong. So I've only ever done it in the bed,
out here where no one could know."

"I've never wanted more."

"But I do. I think that because we're going so slow, I haven't
really accepted it. Now, I realize that you'd never push me, so
I'm asking."

Grandpa, thought for a moment then placed a spoonful of mashed
potatoes into Kyle's plate.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Remember the first time you tried to get me to do sex with you?"

"'Have' sex."

"Well, I want to have it in the rowboat next time we go camping
at the lake." Kyle felt a thrill. There. He had said it. He had
asked to be fucked. He'd taken his Grandpa up his tight butt many
times, but now he was asking for it instead of waiting for his
Grandpa to make a move.

His grandpa carved Kyle a chunk of steak and put it in his plate.
Then his Grandpa smiled.

"We don't have to wait till then, you know."

An hour later, after eating and letting his food settle, Kyle
finished the last of the dishes. He had dressed, but was still
barefoot. He joined his Grandpa on the open bridge, stars bright
overhead. The moon was rising over Florida, though they were much
too far away to actually see the coast.

"All done?" asked Grandpa.

"Yeah."

"Then come over here and give me a kiss."

Kyle loved kissing his Grandpa. The older man was so strong and
so gentle as he pressed his lips to Kyle's and folded him into a
hug. Kyle kissed back, his tongue eager to greet Grandpa's.

After a little while, Grandpa let him go.

"Well Kyle, it's time we were getting back to Saint Pete."

"But I thought we-"

"Oh, we will. But I've got a flight tomorrow."

Grandpa steered Kyle over to the wheel.

"Take us in," said Grandpa.

Grandpa often let Kyle drive the boat. That was one of the many
fun things about hanging out with him. He took the wheel,
engraved with the ship's name, "Timmy's Bright Idea," and headed
towards the moon.

He released the controls for a little bit as Grandpa lifted his
T-shirt off, over his head. Strong hands glided along his bare
back to his shorts. Grandpa knelt and pressed his nose into
Kyle's crack, where he made fake sniffing sounds.

Kyle laughed.

Then Grandpa tugged his shorts to the deck. Kyle didn't step out
of them. Grandpa liked to do this part himself. Grandpa tickled
between Kyle's toes until he couldn't bear it anymore and moved
his foot. Then his Grandpa did his other foot and, even after the
shorts were tossed away, kept Kyle dancing.

Soft fingers then hooked into the biplane briefs that his Grandpa
had given him as a memento after their first time. Grandpa pulled
them down to Kyle's knees and left them there. His stiffie waving
in the warm night, Kyle enjoyed his Grandpa's hands on him. Then
it was his tongue. Bathing him, his grandpa licked along the
insides of his thighs and over the top of his butt. After a while
his Grandpa got to this hole.

Kyle closed his eyes and savored Grandpa's tongue fucking. Then
he remembered that he was driving and scanned around. No one in
sight.
With the wet tongue working him, Kyle got looser and readier.

Standing, Grandpa nuzzled Kyle's ear as his cock nuzzled the
boy's ass crack.

"Ready, Kyle?"

"Oh, Grandpa yes. Please. I want you to fuck me so bad."

Being out in the open seemed to bring out his uninhibited side.
Kyle pushed back as his strong Grandpa held him.

"There. Unnh."

"Uuuhh."

Steadily, his Grandpa stuck the long cock up in him. He savored
every inch, his breathing tight. With his grandpa's strong body
against his, and the deep. slow fucking of his ass, Kyle floated
towards the moon on a magic carpet of bliss.

"Uuunnh."

"Uuaah."

"Uungh."

"Uhaah."

Kyle let go of his trance enough to give back to his Grandpa,
squeezing the thick cock with his ass and pushing back to meet
the slow grinding thrusts.

The water was never crowded this far out and Kyle had seen no
one, but the idea that someone could see them made Kyle tingle.
It was so perverted.
Kyle pictured the image of the silver moonlight on the two
lovers, one large and strong, and wrapped around the slight,
younger one as they moved together, his Grandpa pumping him
slowly.

The image was all it took to bring Kyle to the edge. Grandpa was
not ready to quit though, it seemed and he kept fucking Kyle,
through the boy's mini quake of an orgasm and continued after it
was over, like he would never stop.


4

Timmy's ass hurt as he got out of bed. He could never remember
anything after one of his mom's Saturday night parties. Not at
first anyway.

'Must have been fun though,' he thought.

He limped downstairs after putting on his PJ's. Voices in the
kitchen drew him there.

"Hi, son," said his mom, at the stove in a sheer nightie. "You're
just in time for breakfast. Scott and his dad already left. They
had a to go to church."

At the table was a thin man in a suit. Timmy's mind flashed with
the image of this man in a cowboy hat and nothing else, hollering
and shouting as he waved an imaginary lasso.

'Must have been really fun,' Timmy thought

"Hi Timmy," said the man.

"Hi, Mister B."

"Timmy," said his mom, "that's not his name."

"Yeah, but all the kids at school call him that. He doesn't
mind."

"It's okay Donna. I like it, actually," said Mister B, finishing
up his eggs.

"Well alright," said Donna, giving Timmy his breakfast. Then to
the man, "Are you done, 'Mister B'?"

"Yeah. All I need now is a goodbye kiss."

Timmy and his mom both reached for the man at the same time.

"Wow, you guys are so fun."

He kissed Donna first, then Timmy.

"You know, I could use another kiss." Mr. B nodded to his crotch
as he got up.

Donna said, "I didn't think you had it in you."

Timmy got down and unzipped Mr. B as his mother joined him on the
floor. She took the semi-hard cock out from the pants and gave it
to Timmy's waiting mouth. With slurping noises, Timmy got a wet
suck going. His mother nudged him aside and took over the blowjob
while Timmy jacked the base of the shaft.

They traded back and forth, competing to elicit the best groans
from the man. They shared occasionally, their lips meeting over
the wide head. A hand came down on each of their heads as Mr. B
came. The cock slipped from Timmy in the flurry and sprayed like
a wild fire hose. Cum splattered all over Timmy, head to waist.
His mother was covered too.

They looked up at Mr. B, who zipped himself up.

Affectionately, he said, "You two are such sluts."

Leaving them on their knees he went out the door.

"See you in class on Monday, Timmy. Don't forget your homework."

After they got up, Timmy's mom looked at his face.

"You look so cute like that."

She licked at his face and lapped up the cum. He slurped the
splashes on her face, before settling down to eat breakfast.

"Take a shower and dress nice, when you're done," Donna told him.
"Don't forget Captain Anderson is coming in from Florida today
and we want to look good for him. Don't we?"




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