Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2002 16:18:43 +0100 From: canadianpilot2002@hotmail.com Subject: Boy Vacations Inc Part 2 BOY VACATIONS INC. by CanadianPilot Codes: M/b b/b Anal 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. NOTE: Many thanks to those kind readers who contacted me after the posting of Part One. Your comments were much appreciated. (See footnote for contact details.) Also, this part will make no sense unless you read Part One. ---------------------- CHAPTER II: ARRIVING AT THE ISLAND The door to the flight deck swung open, and myself, Steve and Kieran entered. The comfortable chairs beckoned, and we sat down, me in the left seat, Kieran in the right and Steve in the jumpseat at the rear of the flight deck. We all pulled headsets onto our heads, and I turned on the power. The instruments in front of me began to light up. I phoned the dispatch office to see if they had lodged our flight plan with Air traffic Control. They had, and I instructed Kieran to perform the walk-around visual check of the aircraft. While he was gone, Steve clambered into Kieran's seat and smiled at me, his angelic blue eyes making contact with mine for a moment, before looking forward, out the window. The aircraft was parked nose-in, and we could see the eager customers waiting in line at the gate. The flight attendants for this flight were brought out by bus, and they boarded via steps at the rear of the plane. The chief flight attendant, a thirteen year old boy who was in the early stages of puberty, reported to the flight deck with the flight attendant roster. I looked through it, confirming that all was well, and sent him off with a swat on his cute little ass. Kieran returned with the load-sheet, and I signed it, sending Steve to give it to the dispatcher. I told the attendant at the gate to start boarding, and I contacted Heathrow Delivery. 'Heathrow Delivery, Good afternoon. Bravo-victor-one-four-niner at Boy Vacations gate seven, request clearance to Ericksonn Island as filed, via stated departure.' I announced cheerily into the radio. Ericksonn Island, our destination, was the site where my father opened his first resort for boylovers. 'Bravo-victor-one-four-niner, Cleared IFR to Ericksonn Island as filed via stated departure. Squawk 7670.' 'Cleared to Ericksonn Island as filed, 7670 in the box. bravo-victor-one-four-niner' 'Bravo-victor-one-four-niner, Readback correct, call Ground for push and start, Good Day.' 'Ground for push and start, Bye-Bye. Bravo-victor-one-four-niner.' I switched the radio over to Ground control, and let Kieran continue with the radio communications while I readied the engines for start-up. The chief attendant returned, reporting that all passengers were aboard, and that all doors were closed. I again sent him off with a swat on his ass. I had to get this cutie into the crew quarters at the rear of the aircraft, a room build specially by the manufacturer for us, for the captain of the flight to rest in during long journeys. Little Stevie would, of course, be participating. My cock tingled with anticipation. I started up the engines, after a tug pushed us back. While Kieran taxied the aircraft, I spoke to the passengers: 'Good afternoon gentlemen. This is your captain, Claude Ericksonn speaking. Welcome aboard Boy Vacations flight 149 to the Ericksonn Island resort. The weather at 37,000 feet and at our destination is favourable, so we're in for an efficient, comfortable flight. The flight attendants will cater for your every whim - don't let your imagination stop you. Enjoy the rest of your vacation, I'll keep you updated during the flight.' I replaced the handset and continued with the takeoff and climb procedures. Moments later, we were cruising at the altitude assigned by ATC. I gave Kieran control, as I arose, and beckoned Steve to join me. We exited the flight deck, and proceeded, with a few hand-shaking and talking intervals, to the aft of the aircraft, picking up the chief flight attendant, Jonathan, on the way. I unlocked the door to the crew quarters and entered. I was greeted by an open plan space, with a bed in one corner and a sitting area in the other. It wasn't big, but in an aircraft of this size, this little room seemed incredibly spacious. Steve, loyal as ever, made the first move, addressing the flight attendant in his strict 'I'm better than you!' tone that I loved so much. This nine year old boy was in charge of the thirteen year old standing before him. I sat down on the one of the armchairs, and observed. 'Get on your knees!' Steve yelled, and Jonathan obeyed. 'Now, tell me what you are, boy.' I marvelled once again at his composure and control. 'I'm a slave, sir.' 'And who's your master?' 'Mister Ericksonn, sir.' 'Good boy.' Steve said, indifferently. He noticed Jonathan looking at his groin. 'You want this, slave?' he teased, cupping his hand around the tiny bulge. 'Yes sir.' Jonathan replied. Steve looked up at me, ever angelic, and I nodded. He removed his jacket and shirt, before taking off his trousers and his briefs. 'Suck it, slave.' He ordered, and Jonathan complied. I started removing my clothes. I was climbing out of my briefs when the erotic scene of the teenager sucking his preteen superior. It was too much, and I had to have some of that ass. That cute, small, tight ass. When I had my clothes off, I pocketed the tube of K-Y in the cabinet beside the bed. My little Steve was having a great time, with Jonathan licking and sucking his little cock like a lollipop. Steve looked angelic, as always, an image that covered up the sex machine inside. Then again, it also portrayed his hopelessly romantic side. His blond hair gave him a lightness and airiness that surrounded him and enveloped all those near him. And his bright, vibrant blue eyes could melt anyone who dared to look into them. I did, and I can't stop. He was slim - the typical sports-mad boy, and his little three inch cock adequately captured his pre-pubescence. To be quite honest, he was almost a facsimile of me at that age. Alas, I cannot claim to have his boyish good looks. I had very light brown hair, kept that way by countless hours in the sun on the company's islands. My eyes were blue, but they were a darker hue than my little lover. I kept reasonably fit, and my cock measured seven inches, a size I was quite proud of, despite the general trend in the opposite direction. Anyway, realistically, I only had sex with the boys, and it was huge to them. We were all happy. I edged myself in beside little Stevie, and I held my hard cock in front of Jonathan's busy mouth, and he instinctively opened up and took the two of us at the same time. Talk about an amazing feeling. There I was, standing beside my nine year old lover, feeling my adult cock being pushed against his little boner. And the fact that the person pleasuring us was an underdeveloped thirteen year old completed the equation. I pulled out of Jonathan's full mouth, leaving him to pleasure Steve. I walked around them a few times, before fetching the camera that was provided in these rooms. These would make great promo pictures. I took a few photos, both distance and close-up. I got a cute photo of Jonathan's face sucking my little boy. I set the camera on a small tripod beside the two horny young boys, and set it to record. (It was a new digital thingy...). Steve loved when I did this. It gave him something to masturbate to when he was alone. After watching for a few minutes, I approached Jonathan from the rear. His little ass was sticking out invitingly, and I eagerly and liberally applied K-Y to my cock, before lubricating the tight boyass in front of me. I caressed the soft mounds of flesh, appreciating the beauty of this boy's ass. I ran my hand up and down my cock a few times, before gently placing the head of my cock over Jonathan's puckered little hole. He reached back, and willingly pulled his cheeks apart for me. This kid was going to get rewarded for this, just as soon as I deposited my seed deep in his rectum. I inched forward, feeling my cock being engulfed by his cute little ass. He grunted a bit, but continued sucking on Steve's cock. His ass was tight, and although not as tight as my little lover's ass, it was a mind-blowing appetiser. I finally had my entire cock in his ass, delighting in the sensation. My low hanging balls rested against him. I slowly pulled out again, before pushing back in. I gathered pace, and I was soon fucking this little kid like an animal. His ass was amazingly stimulating, and I reached around to fondle his hard dick, which was a little under five inches long and uncut. Steve jerked, and a few moments later he let out a loud, high pitched moan, obviously having an unbelievably intense dry orgasm in the thirteen year old's mouth. I was ready to do the same, but this boy's ass was going to get the full package. I arched by back slightly, aggressively ramming my cock in a final time. 'OH GOD YEAH!! I'm cumming!!' I yelled, my words broken with lustful moans. My cock erupted in the boy's little pussy and covered his insides with thick, hot cum. At the same time, he yelped and squirted a tiny load into my hand. I took the two boys over to the bed to lie down for a few minutes. I cleaned them up, put a chain with a blue coin around Jonathan's neck, and sent him off. The blue coin was to be given to the man supervising the flight attendant dormitories on the Island, to be traded for a private room and generally better treatment. I was sure the boy was ecstatic. I gave Steve a quick kiss of his cheek. He smiled. I lifted him up and brought him to to the sofa. He was too tired to have sex again. I dressed quickly, leaving him on the sofa, and retrieved his bag from the flight deck. I put his pyjamas on him, and carried him to the bed, letting him rest there. I took the memory card from the camera, and returned the camera to it's initial location. I looked back lovingly at my little Stevie, and opened the door to the thriving sexual hub, otherwise known as the passenger cabin. Returning to the flight deck, I again stopped to converse with some of the passengers. One man was sitting up, watching the live feed from the Ash Room, the main public sex area on Ericksonn Island. He had one of the younger attendants, eleven year old David, sitting on him, with his cock firmly impaled in the boy's ass. David was riding the man for all he was worth, and the man lovingly caressed David's little nipples. I left the man and boy to their own devices, walking up the remainder of the starboard aisle and entering the flight deck. Kieran had a boy on his lap too. They weren't doing anything sexual except a bit of rubbing through clothes, because of the limited space available in the flight deck, and because of the fact that Kieran had to monitor the autopilot, check the instruments and communicate with Air Traffic Control. I would have let him go to the back cabin, if Steve hadn't been sleeping there. Soon enough, Jonathan arrived with Kieran's meal - I had allowed Kieran to eat first, to make up for his short-lived and tame sexual encounter. Jonathan returned twenty minutes later, taking Kieran's empty plate, and handing me mine. Kieran had been given beef, and I had been given a vegetarian casserole. I was delighted, glad that the attendants remembered my dietary requirements. There was a note stuck onto the bottom of the plate: Mr. Ericksonn, Thanks a lot for the coin. Come back for more any time you want. Lots Of Love, Jonathan I smiled at this kind gesture and pocketed the note. A few hours later, Steve returned to the flight deck, well rested. He brought his bag back with him, and he had changed back into his usual clothing. I kissed him gently on the lips, ensuring I got my full quota of tongue. He sat back in the jumpseat, and the flight continued. We were soon approaching Ericksonn Island, and I manoeuvred the aircraft onto the Instrument Landing System. A few minutes later, we made contact with the runway, and landed. Since Ericksonn island was our main resort, the airport area had been developed quite well, and we taxied to the apron, where someone drove stairs up to the doors. We shut the engines down, and shut down the generators when the ground crew connected us to the airport's electricity. The passengers disembarked, and I fetched the sunblock from the storage compartment in the flight deck, offering some to Steve and Kieran. They were going to need it. When all was secure, we made our way out of the flight deck, and to the door, where we were greeted by amazingly bright sun. It was like opening an oven door. My dad made a good decision when he ploughed his inheritance into this island. It was a utopia. A black Land Rover was waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs, and we climbed in eagerly, cooled by the beige leather seats. The driver left Kieran at the crew centre, and then drove myself and Steve to my lodge on the far side of the island. The lodge was a small two-storey affair, with two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room and an office. It was worlds apart from the modern complex that paying visitors resided in, and I liked it. It was a nice break from my rather more sophisticated apartments and houses. I let us in, thanking the driver, and flopped myself down on the sofa in the living room. 'Come here and give me a hug, sweetheart.' I asked tiredly. He did, and we sat there, holding each other. We were looking forward to the night ahead. Even though we had to leave in the early hours of the morning to collect Mr. Wilkinson, we were excited. Very excited. ----------------------------------- Thanks again for the amazing comments sent to me after the first part was posted. Comments and criticisms on this part are welcome. You can email me at canadianpilot2002@hotmail.com - no flames please.