Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2002 00:25:48 +0100 From: canadianpilot2002@hotmail.com Subject: Boy Vacations Inc. Part One BOY VACATIONS INC. by CanadianPilot Codes: M/b Oral Fant ---------------------- WARNING: This story contains vivid descriptions of male adults engaging in sexual liaison with male minors. If such material offends you, or if you are below the legal age of consent in your locality, please stop reading here. This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real world events is purely coincidental. ---------------------- CHAPTER I: STOPOVER AT HEATHROW 'Bravo-Victor-Zero-Niner-Three; Cleared for landing, runway 09L. Vacate right at sierra, Winds 110 at 5 knots.' The monotonal tower controller droned over the radio. 'Cleared to land, runway 09L, vacate right onto sierra taxiway, winds copied. Bravo-Victor-Zero-Niner-Three' I replied, keeping the heavy 747 aligned with the runway, and on it's glideslope. My co-pilot, Marc, gently pulled back on the four throttle levers, and the engines quietened. Moments later, the landing gear touched the asphalt, and I lowered the nosewheel onto the runway. A few minutes later, Marc had taken control, and was taxiing the heavy bird to the stand. I picked up the intercom handset, and pressed the button to address the passengers. 'Good Evening everybody, this is your captain again. Welcome to London Heathrow - we are currently taxiing to our gate. You will be collected by cars to bring you home. We hope the rest of your excursion is pleasurable, and thank you for flying with Boy Vacations.' We arrived at our gate, which attached to the Boy Vacations Building. I left Marc to proceed with the shutting down of the engines, and, clad in my dark blue jacket, I strolled downstairs to meet the disembarking passengers. These passengers were worth the platitude. These were people who paid upwards of half a million dollars for their vacation. These people had just spent weeks at Boy Vacation's various resorts, all over the world. They were all men, and although some brought their sons, none were coming back from a 'family holiday'. These men were paying to have sex with boys. It was that simple. We brought them to a resort, they had boys at their disposal, and we brought them back. And they paid. They paid well. As for me - my name is Claude Ericksonn. At the time this story is set, I was 29 years old. My father was the sole shareholder of Boy Vacations, and I worked as a pilot. Needless to say, the job paid well, and seeing as I was sole heir to the entire company, I wasn't complaining. The company owned five small islands, brothels around the world for our 'cheaper' customers, and large boy resorts in the Americas, Europe and Australia. It also owned many aircraft, ranging from large 747's to Learjets and Cessnas for executive and VIP use. In all, it was a multi billion dollar company. Instead of average, run-of-the-mill flight attendants, Boy Vacations used the older boys (14-16) as stewards. They wore no uniforms, and served the passengers (in all conceivable ways) naked. After the aircraft was locked up and the boys were escorted to the dormitories to rest, I walked down the docking jetty into the Boy Vacations terminal. The waiting areas were expensively decorated, and attendants, similar to the boys on the plane, stood in various areas, to assist the customers. The waiting area was moderately busy today - there was a flight departing in three hours for one of our islands, and most of the customers liked to arrive early, to make the most of the facilities. Coincidentally, I was captaining that flight. I took the elevator to my office on the top floor. The office doubled as a penthouse apartment, and the exterior walls were made of glass, to allow me to look over the airport. I met my personal attendant, Steve, a nine year old boy. I had picked him as my personal attendant two years ago, when my previous attendant entered puberty. Steve did everything for me, from taking calls and arranging my schedule, to pleasing me sexually. As such, I considered him more important than the other boys, so he got to sleep with me, he got paid, and he was allowed to wear clothes when we were in public. He was more like a son than an attendant, and I treated him like that. He called me 'Daddy' and I called him 'Son'. I was actually in the process of adopting him, so he would be mine, instead of belonging to the company, like the other boys. 'Good morning, sweetheart.' I greeted him, smiling. 'Hiya daddy!' He exclaimed, his naked body running towards me, to hug me. I picked him up. 'Any calls?' 'Yep. Mr. Wilkinson rang to ask if you could pick him up tomorrow. I booked him in for nine o'clock in the morning. He'll be at JFK. I booked one of the drivers too.' He told me, referring to our best customer, Mr. Wilkinson, who spent his money carelessly, usually with us at the receiving end. 'Good boy. Did you book one of the Learjets?' 'No daddy, he wanted to be picked up in the special 747. I booked it. He says he'll pay us more.' He replied. I was delighted - the special 747 was fitted out like a house - no, a palace inside, instead of like a normal aircraft. It had separate rooms, comfortable beds, offices, lounges. It was reserved for our top customers. 'Good. You know what that means?' 'What?' 'It means you get a bonus.' I said, placing ten one hundred dollar bills into his pocket. (Heathrow was only a hub, our headquarters were in New York, and we spent most of our time there.) 'Thank you daddy!' he grinned 'Lunch is cooking. Do you want to go to bed?' 'You bet, lover.' I said, carrying him into the bedroom. I removed my constricting uniform, and lay down on the king size bed. The bedroom was more of a bed 'area', because the whole apartment was open plan. Through the windows, I could see aircraft taking off and landing. I pulled Steve onto me, and we lay like that, hugging, for a few moments. Steve instinctively slid down, so that he was lying beside me, his head adjacent to my seven inch uncut cock. He played with it briefly, fondling my balls and jacking me off. 'Good boy, son. Daddy doesn't have much time. Will you give me a BJ?' 'Of course, daddy.' he said, before wrapping his cute little mouth around the head of my raging hardon. His tongue danced around the head, before licking up and down the shaft, and sucking my balls. Then, he got down to business. He took my cock in almost to the base. The stimulation his little mouth was giving me was unbelievable. 'I'm going to cum soon, sweetie.' I moaned. He grunted, as he pulled my cock out so only the head was in his mouth. He concentrated on the underside of my now sensitive glans. 'Oh god - suck daddy off - oh God yeah!' I said, coating the inside of my boy's mouth with thick semen, which he swallowed obediently. I lay there, with Steve licking the cum off of my cock. 'Good boy, Stevie. Go and get dressed, OK, you're coming on my next flight. After we drop these customers off, we'll continue on to New York.' I told Steve. 'Yes, daddy.' He said, walking to his wardrobe and selecting a suit, almost identical to mine, but with no stripes on the epaulettes. This signified that he ranked higher than the other boys, and the fact that he was allowed to wear clothing at all made him special. I dressed myself, and we went over to the office area of the Penthouse. I sat at my desk, checking my email, and Steve sat on the edge of the desk, leaving momentarily to fetch our lunch. After checking some financial statements, which, as always, were returning extremely positive reports, we ate lunch, and decided to go ahead to the plane, even though it wouldn't depart for another hour. We exited the elevator at the boarding level, the same level I had gone through a few hours earlier, and walked to a gate at the far end. There was an Airbus A340 waiting at the gate, and the waiting area was packed with eager customers, who flicked through the leather-bound photo albums of the resorts and the boys, and others who were more 'hands-on' with the attendants. Although he was younger than most of the boys, I couldn't help but notice that Steve had no problems barking orders to the attendants, and that they always obeyed him. He fit into his role perfectly. After talking to a few customers, and meeting my first officer for this flight, a man called Kieran, we boarded the aircraft, telling the attendant at the gate not to let anybody board until we notified him. The aircraft, as luxurious as could be expected, would be taking us to a small island in the Caribbean, before myself, Kieran and Steve would travel to New York on it, alone. TO BE CONTINUED...... ----------------------------------- As this is my first venture into the world of erotic literature, I'd appreciate comments on this story before jumping into another chapter. You can email me at canadianpilot2002@hotmail.com - no flames please.