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. ----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------- 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?" E-mail comments to johnsmuttxxx@gmail.com