Date: Fri, 3 Aug 2018 22:51:56 +0100 From: Vintage Speedoboy Subject: Airline Onboard Courier Airline Onboard Courier Please be aware that this story is entirely a work of fiction, no teenagers were ever harmed, the dole office or insurers who stand the mortgage repayments cheated or any motorcycles stolen. Please enjoy the story with my heartfelt thanks going out to those who worked with the airlines, couriers & their controllers &c for imparting their experiences thus making this story possible. Please leave Nifty a few bob as after all we are all leaving a legacy for the future and please don't forget to look into their shop window for an irresistible bargain which won't be found on the high street. Signed Vintagespeedoboy. P S, Another Tom Fullbrick story where sex takes place later. Author's note, there are three types of onboard courier within the industry. A courier employed or salaried by an airline. A courier employed by an agency or courier company. A courier traveling on a discounted ticket. The last two forgo their checked luggage allowance; the character in this story is the second type. I was inspired to write this story after meeting one during my times as a motorcycle/van courier whilst in between jobs who recounted his tales of flights to far off destinations & thankful for his list of contacts I managed to become one of those couriers. I met Bruce who's Australian over lunch at a London pub having parked my ageing & well used Honda CX500 nearby whilst in between jobs with an empty top box during one of those moments of free time between runs. This was the early 1990's at a time when a deep recession hit the UK with around 2,000 people a day losing their jobs. At 40 years of age I had reached the top of my profession at a well known Kawasaki dealership in Ruislip as a top technician in charge of an entire workshop & training young teenage apprentices to become motorcycle mechanics. Whenever a lad joined the company we wouldn't see him for a year whilst he attended Merton Technical College full time. These lads thought it was a great crack riding across London in the late summer fine weather in September at the start of their courses but winter was only just around the corner when they were faced with their daily commute across London in the worst weather English winters could throw at them. Everyone's world came crashing down when the company's boss took thousands out of the company & scarpered abroad leaving the company in the shit & so it was I hired a van taking my tools home & spiriting their Honda CX500 courtesy bike into the back of the van. We said our goodbyes to each other & went our separate ways whilst the receivers closed the doors for the final time. Finding another job at that time when so many were losing theirs became an almost impossible task & with my final pay cheque bouncing as high as a kite leaving my account in the red with the mortgage due any day. I saw little choice but to go & sign on but the dole office aren't likely to pay anything like a living wage. This also became a time of form filling (there was the dreaded B1 for income support), the mortgage insurer claim forms, claim forms for rates reduction & the list went on & on plus I took a real gamble in applying for the log book for the Honda CX500 which could easily take 2 months to arrive so during those times I had free I began preparing the old girl for a life on the road plus I went through all my contacts looking for back yarders. Thankfully I was now signed on the dole so some money was starting to come in plus the few back yarders were also paying, the council awarded me my rate reduction & the insurers were finally paying the mortgage so things were looking up. A local courier company in the next town gave me some days driving their little Citroen C15D van which sometimes became loaded up with as much as could be crammed into it whilst on other days I may drive half way across the country just to deliver a letter. At the start of the month I took the Honda CX500 to the local Honda dealer for its MOT which it sailed through & about a week later I received the log book for the Honda CX500 which I taxed immediately thankful that I had a Norwich Union unlimited cc Rider Policy, now I could begin to redress the issue of dire finances. That motorcycle was a real gem although the miles I was doing on her were rapidly clocking up, sometimes as many as 1,000 miles per week with regular jet washes, maintenance at the weekends, tyres, oil & filters, brakes, fork seals, spark plugs & all the run of the mill just to keep her on the road but things were definitely looking up until rumours started flying around about the DSS hit squads raiding construction sites all over London checking for workers who were signed on which then expanded to all over the country. It didn't take them long to weed out the dodgy construction sites when they suddenly turned their attention to motorcycle couriers. I was riding the Honda almost daily into London with some package or other & on reflection perhaps it was my machine's lack of courier logos which probably saved my bacon when others all around me were getting busted. I knew it was only a matter of time before the same fate would befall me when the day I met Bruce at a London pub changed all that but the road to becoming an onboard courier wasn't an easy one despite Bruce's well intentioned assistance to get me in the door of his courier agency. This started by filling in a very comprehensive form which even included any criminal records even if the case was discharged or tried by a juvenile court, I had one for poaching with an air rifle when I was 13 & had to declare that even though the case was thrown out for having shot a rabbit which are classed as an agricultural pest for the pot. My whole life went down on that form which was a necessary part of my security bonding process together with a very thorough interview. Thankfully my controller saw the light & stopped sending riders like me who were signed on into London after one from a nearby company was busted which knocked my earnings for six when my first job came through to Cape Town South Africa. I boarded the British Airways Boeing 747 Jumbo jet smartly dressed wearing a suit carrying a lightweight pakamac raincoat holding the manifest in a large A4 sized manila envelope with my passport & documents inside a large leather zip up wallet & received an immediate complimentary upgrade but the huge disadvantage was my personal baggage allowance, it was one piece of hand luggage weighing a maximum of 5 kilos. This became a huge problem I spent many nights agonizing over trying desperately to shave the weight down. My trousers were the lightest white linen summer trousers I could find, my soap container was a small mints tin with a tiny bar of soap from a hotel as was the tiny bottle of shampoo, a flannel barely large enough to clean a mouse, a bar towel, a Gillette aluminium 3 piece razor from a car boot sale with a cut down Palmolive shaving stick inside a 35mm film container with a cut down old shaving brush, my spare underwear was 2 pairs of USA made speedo swimming briefs, spare socks were ladies nylon knee highs as was the one ultra lightweight nylon tee shirt by Players of the USA with the lightest dark coloured football shorts I could find knowing anything made of lightweight nylon could be hand washed in a sink & dry quickly. My British army WW2 shaving & signalling mirror in its cotton wallet fitted into my shirt pocket instead of my tiny drawstring wash bag barely the size of a purse & my notebook was a black flip up type used by the police carried in my passport wallet with a few British forces aerogramme air letter forms for writing letters home which main post offices were handing out by the bundle after the recent Gulf war in 1991. I was met at the check in desk to be handed my ticket receiving an upgrade to first class & a large A4 sized stout manila envelope containing the manifest, then through security where my Highlander Daylite 10 litre olive green backpack was weighed, x rayed then emptied out onto a table as the security woman commented. "You must be one of those couriers as you're traveling very light today." I repacked my backpack & boarded the flight to Cape Town, ushered to a first class seat, took off my jacket & stashed my backpack under the seat in front. A few minutes later a young smartly dressed long blond haired teenager sat next to me who said Hi in a South African accent so I immediately knew he would be sat next to me all the way to Cape Town. He carried his beautifully flowing long mane well which reached his bottom & smelled freshly of shampoo. He too removed his jacket revealing a sheer white short sleeve shirt when I saw the colour of his skin through the thin material with his huge nipples on large pointed breast buds topping rounded girly breasts seriously tenting out his shirt when I realized he wore a regulation cheaply made school shirt; he stashed his bag next to mine then sat down. There was something about this teen which pressed all my buttons, whether he gave off those pheromones which triggered a man's gaydar one thing's for certain was this youth certainly made my 8 inch cock go really hard inside my nylon speedos I wore as underwear which I felt starting to moisten with pre-cum. After take off we introduced ourselves. "I'm Tom Fullbrick from Slough who's a chartered mechanical engineer by profession & you are." "Dylan Masters aged 17 I'm a school student from Cape Town working as an airline courier during the school holidays as mum works for the airlines & got me fixed up to earn some money, I'm on my way back home now, by the way, your name's so funny, if all my friends heard it they'll all be calling you fullprick. We made small talk during the flight until the subject came to motorcycles & talked about his 5 year old Yamaha DT125LC which he rides to & from school starting year 12 in January. It was on the overnight leg we were passed blankets & shortly afterwards everyone was asleep when I felt Dylan's hand slowly caressing my thigh gently moving up until he felt the bulge of my rock hard cock when I whispered to him. "Be careful who you play with otherwise someone might whack you one." I felt his rock hard cock which surprisingly for a teenager his was bigger than mine & fatter, about the thickness of a slim drink can, I sighed asking. "How big is this thing of yours?" . . . "About 9 inches, you like it don't you." "Who couldn't, you could get any girl you want with this & I bet you haven't shot off your lot for a while." . . . "Why don't you suck it & see." "Just wait there a moment whilst I look in the upstairs lounge to see if anyone's there," I went up the spiral staircase, checked out the lounge, returned & fetched Dylan with the blankets & sat on the lounge seats covering ourselves with the blankets. Within fleeting moments I unzipped Dylan's trousers, pulled his huge cock out of his boxers & into my mouth underneath the blanket, the head of his huge cock was already soaked in loads of pre-cum so I'm guessing his boxer shorts must be soaked in the stuff which for a teen tasted like a heavenly elixir. I played my tongue around its huge button mushroom shaped head parted in the middle by a long piss slit about the size of a small apple which I could barely get into my mouth eliciting lots of stifled moans as I bobbed up & down his huge shaft when his cock grew bigger & with very powerful twitching his huge jets of spunk hit the back of my throat almost gagging me in the process. I must have counted 15 squirts before his cock slowed to a dribble & battled to swallow it as fast as possible trying to avoid spilling his spunk around the flies of his trousers but failed as he shot such a huge load & I ended up trying to lick off as much as possible. Dylan got up, dropped his trousers & boxers with the front now thoroughly soaked with his love juices, he motioned to sit on my lap when I guided my cock inside his hole now already lubed from his small tin of Chinese menthol jelly. Using his arms like a sportsman on the parallel dips bars after unbuttoning his shirt enabling me to massage his huge nipples whilst using his arms to ride my cock, when I found his nipples I became amazed at their size & the amount they erected. I guessed them to be the size of thimbles & they were so sensitive that Dylan was moaning, I was amazed at his small if rounded girly breasts which had a feminine feel to them despite being mounted on hard slabs of pectoral muscle. There was no doubting that he was a very fit & strong youngster judging by the way he rode my cock, his rear pussy hole also clamped onto my cock every time his cock twitched when his cock once again exploded like a volcano taking me over the edge & flooding him with several huge jets of fine vintage spunk during which he was moaning like a bitch, it was then I felt a warm liquid gush onto both my hands as I massaged his nipples with the palms of my hands, I was curious to look finding a creamy white liquid & licked them to find out what it tasted like & became amazed at its sweet creamy taste when Dylan said with a smile. "I bet you really love that stuff, it's my milk, here, let me nurse you like a baby." He repositioned himself so I could latch onto his breasts & drew out what I guessed to be enough to fill the cup from a small vacuum flask from each breast which tasted heavenly when I asked him. "That's a very neat trick, how do you do it?" "I sometimes work during the evenings in term time as a male escort which I've been doing for the last 3 years, my manager has put me on a medication with a course of jabs & what you see are my very nice girly breasts, because I am still at school he's controlled their amount of growth whilst he's also made them produce milk thus giving me an extra string to my bow for making more money." "That's amazing, are you thinking of becoming one of those she males,? "Oh yes but I want to go way better than that, what I want is the best of both worlds, to fuck with a monster of a cock & be fucked up the twat like a girl. There's an eminent surgeon in Thailand who does male to female or vice versa transformations, I wrote to him asking if he will do a full hermaphrodite transformation & I am to be his first one. Until then I have to work on my cock, breasts & nipples from the package he sent me, by the time I graduate school next year I will have fully transformed into a she male with fuller breasts with larger nipples producing loads of milk with a 10 or 12 inch cock when I fly to Thailand for my transformation surgery making me into a full hermaphrodite with both sets of fully functioning sex organs & I will also be able to make myself pregnant." "How much is this all going to cost?" "It's the sort of money which can only come from a big lottery win, however there's a consortium which is prepared to part sponsor me but here's where I'm lucky, I bought a lottery ticket whilst underage which won big time but you just don't go putting a cheque that size into a student account so at the moment the money's sitting with an escrow service." "I got to hand it to you, you're a clever bastard." We got ourselves cleaned up one at a time in the aircraft's toilet/wash room & quietly returned to our seats to sleep the rest of the way & come morning we were handed first class male passenger amenities bags to clean up & shave with before being served our breakfasts & thankfully I managed to persuade the stewardess for another amenity bag with a set of stainless steel cutlery. We exchanged our names, addresses & phone numbers & after landing I had to go through a separate immigration channel & waiting for me on the other side was the representative who I handed the stout envelope containing the manifest with Dylan who asked me where I was staying. The offer of sleepovers with this teenager who was home alone was out of this world & led to more raunchy sex in his double bed with nylon tricot sheets already stained by his countless nights of passion before we even got into his bed. My return flight, this time in tourist class wondering if I would get back home in time for my signing on fortnightly appointment at my local job centre weighed heavily on my mind. It was nearing Christmas time when I got a phone call from the local Honda Dealer who was desperate for a motorcycle mechanic after one of theirs was hospitalized after a crash, I agreed to work for him & turned up with my Blue Point hand carry toolkit the following morning. Having been an MOT tester at Ruislip he had me placed onto their MOT roster which only took a phone call. Even at that time of year the shop was swamped with MOT tests, mostly from motorcycle couriers, London commuters & Honda cub owners doing the knowledge. My controller rang me at the shop occasionally but as it was holiday time he had loads of students on tap for courier flights but I wasn't standing still either, I lightened my wash kit down further as the first class amenities package had lightweight flannels, comb & toothbrush enabling me to shave off a few more ounces & my flip up coppers note book was replaced by a real leather mini Filofax personal organizer with Dylan's details in the address & phone number section along with my important contacts. It was a real boon not having to sign on for a whole month during the holiday but I still had to keep on top of the mortgage insurer's continuing claim forms which entailed having them signed & stamped by the job centre each month. Other people were getting by with cash in hand jobs; some were operating car boot sale stalls &c. I regularly trawled car boot sales looking for bargains when I came across loads of British Airways cutlery in a large box & bought another set for 10 pence, on reflection maybe I should have bought a third set which would come in handy for those times out on the road & then I began to go on more courier flights this time mainly to the USA. I noticed that Heathrow was a stickler to sticking to my 5 kilo hand luggage limit but coming back from the USA; they weren't bothered at their end so I began trawling goodwill shops for old suitcases & clothes to wrap up motorcycle parts & it was at a goodwill shop that I bought a Boy Scouts of America signalling mirror which is less than half the weight of my British WW2 item thus saving more weight in my wash kit plus whatever else I wanted & I was actually checking in suitcases at the tourist class passenger weight limit for the return leg. Every time I did this I handed the suitcase into a charity shop, a small price to pay as I just bought another one from a goodwill shop on the next flight over there. It seemed as though the USA flights were now coming thick & fast, fortunately my controller was always aware of my signing on days & wouldn't send me if one was almost due. The summer was now fully upon us & I thought seriously about running a car boot sale stall until I saw someone walking round with notebook & pen taking down all the stallholders car or van registration numbers & I immediately knew it was the DSS fraud hit squad looking for benefit claimants, thankfully I always went to those places on my mountain bike & therefore my car registration wasn't noted. General small talk with others revealed the huge scale of those signing on & working which most people were turning a blind eye to but I very quickly realized that in a case of someone frequently flying away to loads of places & getting paid for it plus working odd days at motorcycle shops or as a motorcycle courier & doing back yarders whilst getting the dole as well as having a private insurer stand the mortgage repayments would see me very quickly reported especially when there's so many others struggling just to make ends meet so I really had to keep my trap shut on that one. It also occurred to me that the amazing sex with Dylan on the Cape Town flight had to be a flash in the pan & we frequently wrote to each other stating how we both wanted the raunchiest sex with each other again. His most recent photos in his letter showed his hips were becoming larger, his skin looked a lot smoother & his boobs now had to be at least a C cup with nipples the size of wine bottle corks, another photo of him wearing his school uniform with his hair tied in a bun (which is a dress code requirement) saw him having to wear a larger size blazer owing to his larger breasts with another photo showing his blazer unbuttoned which clearly showed him wearing a white see through bra which lifted his breasts obscenely & he was also sporting large wet patches where he got his mate to squeeze his breasts shooting out loads of breast milk through his shirt before he nursed him through both his shirt & bra after taking the photo. Another photo showed the unmistakably huge tent his monster of a cock made in his school uniform trousers sporting a huge pre-cum stain. For this shot he wore an old pair of loose fitting lightweight nylon running shorts with the liner cut out underneath his trousers & he stroked his cock to full mast through the material & he now tells me with pride that his cock is now 10 inches long. I can only dream of another get together with him. Yes I saw some lovely teens on board flights who I would love to sink my cock into, some of them got rock hard sitting next to me & even allowed me to feel & caress their cocks through the material of their trousers. It was whilst massaging the piss slit of a 14 year old boy sporting a 6 inch cock through his ultra lightweight white linen summer trousers he suddenly shot his load into his underwear in seconds making a huge wet patch in his trousers. I must have lost count of the number of teenage boys I felt up on board aircraft, some of who made the first move but realistically the only way to have sex with them was on their home ground. During the last few months I flew to New York several times but I really needed to see someone who knows the place intimately & started asking round, I was hugely surprised when Pete, the local Honda dealer's proprietor rang him up for me as he was taking a day off, OMG, this was a guy I was always chatting to over the counter who's also a motorcycle racer named Vivian, a sleek if muscular built man built like a boxer in his 30's with long blond hair past his shoulder blades with blue eyes & he invited me to his house. Vivian certainly had all the answers I wanted but all his suggestions were pointing me to Coney Island. A long haired very effeminate looking boy who looked about 13 answered the door wearing a pair of red Speedo skin tight nylon square cut swimming trunks; I became awestruck at the size of his pectorals on his otherwise light frame which bordered on looking girly. He sexily led me through the house with a barefoot walk like a girl wearing high heeled shoes wiggling his bubble butt out through the French windows onto the back lawn seeing who I thought was his mum hanging out the washing. She wore tiny jean cut-off shorts with a sheer black sleeveless thin nylon top clearly showing a see through bra with its straps with sheer black fully fashioned stockings held up with a suspender belt. I saw this boy was giggling & chuckling at obviously what's about to unfold when the woman turned around & shook my hand saying. "Good morning Mr. Fullprick," that boy suddenly burst out laughing, this woman who's appearance made my cock as hard as iron was Vivian the Honda dealer's parts manager. The boy walked up to me fondling his rock hard 6 inch cock through the thin nylon beckoning me to follow him to the master bedroom, he gave me a shush sign saying. "I have a lovely surprise for you," & led me into the master bedroom whereupon lying on the bed wearing a black bikini I got the surprise of my life & uttered. "How the hell did you get here? It was Dylan, now aged 18. "You dropped your Honda dealer's visiting card in my house that time, I contacted Vivian & the rest happened from there." The boy got onto the bed whilst Dylan dropped his bikini bottoms revealing a hugely fat 10 inches of prime teen cock & immediately began sucking him off whilst Dylan moved his bikini out of the way & beckoned me to nurse off his gorgeously full tits with his huge nipples which would now seriously tent out whatever clothes he wore, we were both nursing off him drinking his heavenly sweet elixir whilst the boy stroked off his huge cock which erupted like a volcano shooting spunk everywhere. We both drained his breasts of their entire contents with the boy sucking any remaining spunk from his cock until it was thoroughly clean before we went out into the garden for a light lunch. I returned late that evening for the most amazing sleepover with the pair of them having my rear hole screwed by both Vivian & Dylan & I screwed the young boy who shot his spunk without touching his cock before Dylan caught his return flight the following morning. My next flight was out to Rio de Janeiro on a Varig Airlines Douglas DC-10, it was this flight which had me worried owing to the DC-10's accident record but it was those thoughts of seeing all that young male flesh clad in the tiniest swim briefs on the planet which put those thoughts out of my mind, aided by reading Vivian's copy of `The hand reared boy' by Brian Aldiss. This copy was a first edition published in 1970 which charts an adolescent boy's journey through puberty recounting his stories of sex & masturbation. I seriously wondered how Vivian got hold of this book & silently thanked him for loaning it to me to read on the flight. In many ways I was like that boy in the book except I was always getting my hands into another boy's pants or swimming trunks as others were also doing to me. That book was one of those that's hard to put down, not only that my cock was rock hard all the time spewing pre-cum into my speedos & twitched like crazy whenever it squirted a jet of pre-cum into my speedos, so much so it would only be a matter of time before I would have to change them & hand wash the pair I took off in the aircraft's toilet & when you're sat next to a hot blooded teen with a huge cock throbbing in your trousers spewing out pre-cum forming huge wet spots & he smells those scents whilst his brain receptors are assaulted by your sex pheromones & he looks & sees your huge rock hard cock inside your trousers, that certainly gets his attention. There was another book also published around that time whereby the title escapes me with a 14 year old boy of the same name as me with a huge cock who's highly in demand with loads of women to fuck their brains out filling their pussies with loads of spunk. This boy would have shagged more women during puberty than most men ever get to do in their lifetimes, should that happen in real life it beggars belief how many women would have been impregnated by that teenage schoolboy when there's enough of them in this world getting schoolgirls pregnant. I read this book whilst working as a teenage motorcycle mechanic in Melbourne, Australia for a Honda dealer in the Moonee Ponds district when I loaned it out & never saw it again. After landing in Rio, I checked into the hotel already reserved for me & slept like a log. The following morning I took a taxi to the world famous Copacabana beach where I certainly wasn't disappointed by the amount of eye candy on the beach including many scantily clad teenage boys wearing the tiniest of swim briefs, you had to be careful here as most of them had their pimps nearby (Like London's Playland amusement arcade near Piccadilly which was shut down in the 1970's) & the only way you was going to have sex with one was paying for it, in dollars. Luckily one did latch onto me; he looked tall for a 13 year old with a runner's build who offered to look after my bag whilst I swam in the sea. His light blue nylon speedo swimming trunks were faded to an off white colour, I saw they must be a hand me down having once fitted a younger smaller boy although they fitted him perfectly apart from looking so tiny. His hair was bleached by the sun to a very light blond & suntanned like ancient bronze, I guessed his respectable looking cock would probably erect out to 6 inches & his breasts were starting to bud, but it was his smile which captivated me, he spoke perfect English & his name was Luis. I had a really relaxing swim in the sea & returned to find Luis faithfully guarding sentinel on my bag which only had my tee shirt, shorts, shoes & a towel, I knew he definitely checked its contents as the 5 dollars in my wallet was still there whereas he could have ran off with it leaving my bag to the scavengers. I walked to a beachside take away & ordered paella for two with ice cold cokes & sat watching the eye candy on the beach whilst enjoying a very nice paella meal. Luis begged me to accompany him home & hailed a taxi driver that knew the boy who took us straight to his home in the favellas. With both his parents out working making him a latchkey kid he was home alone & once inside his ramshackle house he wasted no time in stripping me naked whereas all he had to do was drop his swimming trunks revealing his all over tan before we were on his bed & into a very passionate embrace. His cock was definitely big for a 13 year old at a fat 6 inches with a brown pubic bush & balls I would expect on a 16 year old with nipples the size of thimbles about half an inch long. I had to suck on those beauties making him moan & uttering loud sighs as pre-cum started oozing from his cock. His mouth latched onto my smaller nipples & boy he knew how to use his tongue & he sucked hard making my balls tingle with delight & very nearly shooting off my load, I joked. "You won't get anything out of those, what you need's a mum who's just had a baby," he replied. "Wait there," he threw his shorts back on, left the house barefoot & minutes later he returned with a long dark haired Hispanic dark olive skinned boy wearing only tiny see through faded blue nylon split leg running shorts with the inner liner cut out perfectly showing his entire package sporting a huge cock the same size as mine amidst a dark pubic bush dangling below the hem of his shorts but it was his chest which blew me away. In place of his pectorals he had a pair of full rounded feminine breasts which jiggled & bounced as he walked through the house with long thimble sized nipples the length of my thumb dripping with breast milk & thought. `Oh my god, how on earth did he get like that?' I knew Dylan was undergoing a M to F transformation prior to surgery to become a hermaphrodite so he would be on a course of hormones & medication to bring along his milk supply as well as using developers on his breasts, nipples & cock but this boy wasn't on anything of the sort so I guessed that his hormones were all screwed up. He was instant eye candy like a teenage god; everything about him was all boy with a hardened physique except for his breasts when he said. "First I feed you then I fuck your arse." He removed his shorts & beckoned me onto the bed into a lover's embrace whilst his hands sensually felt me all over & sometimes his fingers & thumb played all over my skin like he was playing a piano whilst other times he was giving me long massaging strokes throughout my whole body. I've had massages before both in sport & leisure centres & massage parlours both in the UK & OZ & never failed to get a hard on but this boy was the best of the best who's been taught by an old master plus he's not a boy to mess around with either having attained his Grey(Cinza) at Capoeira the previous year & shortly due to take his next (Blue-azul-Graduado) grading & yet Roberto is still only 14. He skillfully kept my cock on edge all the time during the massage & his hawk like eyes could quickly spot when it was about to come when he would give it the ice water treatment from a squeeze bottle containing icy water with ice cubes in a fine spray which tortured my sensitive cock & stopped the impending ejaculation stone cold dead as well as causing my cock to deflate immediately, ooh, I could almost brain the sod yet I daren't as he would be fully capable of taking me down within seconds & he knew it as he gave me a devilish grin. After the best massage of my entire life, I visualized how this boy was able to earn a lot of money as he began feeding me his precious deliciously sweet thick creamy life sustaining elixir through his long teat like nipples in turn whilst his hand worked its magic all over my neck & head giving my entire body the most wonderful tingling sensations, I wouldn't have thought beyond my wildest dreams that adult breast feeding was as heavenly as with Roberto & having finally drained his breasts he was now getting ready to fuck my rear hole with his huge rock hard throbbing & leaking cock & there was no doubting that he knew perfectly well how to use it whereas most boys of his age have only ever wanked off their cocks although a few actually managed to fuck schoolgirls Roberto used a large medical syringe identical to the type I've used for drawing brake fluid through bleed nipples whilst bleeding the braking system on the Honda ST100 Pan European motorcycle. He got Luis to stick it into his hole & fired in a generous measure of his sensuous lube as well as putting a load onto my cock. This boy was so nimble he bade me onto the bed to ride me like a cowgirl at a rodeo & knelt astride me facing my head for me to guide my cock inside him which despite its size went straight in & boy he certainly knew how to ride someone with a large cock even though this was his usual method but it was the combination of him tightening his arse muscles & the wonderful sensations of whatever lube he used which had my huge cock filling his rear hole with my gushing spunk whilst moaning like a bitch. Roberto stuck the syringe into my hole & bade me on hands & knees onto the bed then lubed up Luis's smaller cock who then fucked me like a bitch taking only a couple of minutes to come inside my hole followed by Roberto who took several minutes & he come in huge hose like gushes in what felt like a huge load when I felt slashes of a warm liquid onto my back & immediately smelled the heavenly scents of his breast milk whilst he screamed loudly through his orgasm. Now it was my turn to fuck Luis but this time I had to take my time easing my cock into his tight hole as like Roberto, he chose to ride me like a cowgirl. This time I took longer to fire a second load into his rear hole which I felt was smaller, it surprised me that at my age I actually managed it just like a teenager so maybe there's still life in the old dog yet. I left these 2 wonderful lads having exchanged names, addresses & phone numbers & walked out into the late afternoon sunshine feeling sated & on top of the world thinking about these peoples miserable existence amongst the hoards of ramshackle houses making up a huge shanty town & yet even here there's a very strong community spirit amongst the people. The taxi came for me to take me back to my hotel & I asked him to take me to their local church being a catholic myself. It was a short drive of about half a mile through very narrow streets when we arrived to a beautifully built small white church of the Virgin Mary which was built by the people for the people out of concrete blocks with a steel corrugated roof supported by wooden beams. Above the entrance doors is a beautifully made stained glass window depicting the Madonna & child when viewed from inside with plain windows at the sides. I entered with the taxi driver observing the proper formalities of entering a church placing every bit of loose change I had into the collection box. The stations of the cross were framed paintings with captions in Portuguese mounted on the walls, each one of those beautiful oil paintings was painted by Roberto which could grace any art gallery in the world & here was a side to him I never even knew. I said my prayers at a pew facing the altar when Father Ferreira entered to greet me. He was in his fifties & came originally from Porto in Portugal with a full head of grey hair who told me the history of the church and of how the people banded together during its construction & for a parting gesture he said prayers asking god to grant absolution for my sins & performed a blessing asking god to grant me safe passage on my travels. I left the church feeling a changed person & into the taxi to my hotel, paid the driver who left me his card asking him to call next time I'm in Rio then a quick shower & change, pay my hotel bill & off to the airport for the flight home. Landing that flight to Rio gave me such a huge buzz & I wanted to go again, this time for a longer stay & pal up with Luis & Roberto, to do that I would have to go around Christmas time a few months away & my next flight the following week had me seriously worried about my future, my controller was begging for me to go especially as no one else would even accept this particular assignment. I boarded the Iberia flight to Madrid to connect with the Avianca Boeing 707 flight to Medellin in Colombia & when I thought about it, drugs were coming out of the country, not in. Boarding their 707 gave me butterflies in my stomach big time especially with the crash of their 707 flight 52 in New York almost 2 years ago. Once again I was upgraded to first class & with the presence of a British (with Aussie citizenship) passenger; the cabin crew went right out of their way to ensure my comfort on board this 27 year old aircraft. As it turned out, my fears were totally groundless as I had the best service on an aeroplane ever & I would use this airline again plus I had a smooth flight apart from flying through a tropical storm in mid Atlantic, not only that I was in the presence of the Colombian national youth football team returning from their game in Barcelona sat all around me smartly dressed like schoolboys. Like teens anywhere they constantly chatted & I had one of them sat next to me, a 16 year old named Ricardo who I allowed to sit in the window seat having indicated to me nicely whereas I knew it was to my advantage. We must have spent hours talking about motorcycles & as Ricardo lives up in the mountains he's been riding since the age of 8 when his father built him one powered by a lawn mower engine, now he rides his Honda XR500 all over the place as well as owning a couple of other smaller capacity trail bikes. This boy looked as hot as they came & he was always sneaking glances at my crotch when I caught him like a rabbit in the headlights with a huge bulge inside his regulation type school uniform dark trousers & boy was he wet. He must have had a huge hard on for ages which felt like 8 inches of prime teen rock hard cock & I can only guess that by now his underwear must be soaked. I said to him. "There's no need to worry about me as I am your special friend who will help you," I wondered if he understood me when his huge sigh of relief told me that he understood & said "Thank you, you are a very nice man." I felt his cock through the material of his trousers & this boy was so worked up he shot a huge load of spunk into his underwear. A look of embarrassment came over his face when he said. "Please excuse me, I have to use the bathroom," then he whispered. "I have no more underwear as the rest is in my suitcase, I must wash out the pair I have on," I replied. "I can help you with that." In my bag I now carry a black pair of size 32 inch nylon speedo swim briefs which I liberated from the lost property bin at my local leisure centre knowing that one day a teen would ask for them, this pair was almost new & packed in one of their seal up bags which someone left as litter on the floor. I handed Ricardo the speedos which he took out of the bag, he held them up to the light, opened them out & sniffed their freshness when I said. "They are for you," he thanked me & planted me with loads of kisses when I got out of my seat to let him out & use the bathroom, a few minutes later he returned with his washed & wrung out underwear wearing the speedos underneath saying. "Thank you, they fit me perfectly, I must say I love how they feel," when he placed his underwear onto the seat in front to dry knowing another player who sat in front of him wouldn't be offended. The aircraft was far out over the ocean during the night when everyone should be falling asleep except a spectacularly violent storm kept everyone awake with their seat belts fastened, the turbulence was so bad some of the teens were crying, a few were airsick & others were saying their prayers with their rosary beads whilst Ricardo held my hand tightly & any thoughts of sex with this lovely teen would have to wait until we landed. After landing I was quickly processed through customs & immigration & once on the other side Ricardo was waiting for me with his father who was the named recipient of the manifest which was a welcome surprise indeed, he shook my hand, gave me a huge hug & beckoned Ricardo to drive me straight to his house in his 4 wheel drive Toyota Land Cruiser. It was always stressed to me that cargo or packages carried on courier flights were very time sensitive, some so much so that they flew on Concorde. Getting on one of these flights would be like the Holy Grail itself which for me would be the flight of a lifetime. The other one everyone was after was a flight out to Australia. I indicated to my controller to try his hardest to place me on one before the new law came in over there whereby only the aircraft's purser could then legally carry out such duties. My flight did crop up one day when the house phone rang at 6.30 pm. I was 5 minutes away for a Cathay Pacific departing at 9 pm that very night. I was on my way home from a busy day at the Honda dealer & rang him back. Bearing in mind these was the days of analogue brick mobile phones & I didn't have one then. He said to me over the phone. "Tom, I am so very sorry, whenever I call someone I expect them to be there when I call & you have usually been easy to get hold of. Answer phones, diverted calls, being given another number & not finding you there are no good to me, there are 2 tons of urgent cargo on the aircraft bound for Hong Kong, I told my client that there is someone available who could do it but he wants a flight to Melbourne Australia & seeing that a flight there is actually cheaper than to Hong Kong he took the bait, as you missed my call I had to give that job to someone else." That was as close I was ever came to getting on a courier flight to Australia. Once out of the city & into the mountains, Ricardo drove the Toyota with the skills of a rally driver on a hair raising drive along unsurfaced roads some of which were little more than farm tracks to their village which is a 2 hour drive when we finally arrived late in the afternoon. There was only about 2 dozen houses, a local shop with a post office, a small church & a local airstrip with landing lights. This was right in the middle of coffee growing country of which a large portion of the land was owned by Ricardo's father. We entered a large bungalow built in the Spanish colonial style when Ricardo led me to his bedroom. I became pleasantly surprised to see a luxurious double bed with a large crucifix on the wall above the head when he said with a grin. "We will sleep together tonight, dinner will be at 8 `o' clock, now we change & I will show you around," We were both glad to get out of our formal clothes & stripped frantically as fast as possible, we gazed at each other wearing only our speedos as though sizing each other up. Ricardo was certainly a well built 6 foot olive skinned muscular teenager & apart from his large nipples on pointed breast buds topping his steel hard pectorals he was prime teenage eye candy packing a sizable bulge in his black speedos, we embraced each other in a very sensual hug with both our breasts pressing hard into each other when Ricardo's nipples hardened, we kissed passionately with our tongues probing each others mouths when he began grinding his bulge into mine. He stopped momentarily & switched on his music centre, loaded a cassette tape & we resumed our embrace when Duran Duran's `A view to a kill' played over the speakers at a soft volume. When we disengaged, both our speedos were sporting huge wet patches & he led me through the house carrying 2 towels to their swimming pool in their back garden. Being up in the mountains the air was pleasantly cooler than in the cities & we both frolicked like young boys swimming, diving, jumping in & doing everything which was banned in public swimming pools, although the pool length was 20 metres I had the pleasure of watching Ricardo swim front crawl with a beautifully neat efficient stroke doing tumble turns at both ends, there was no doubting he was quick & trained to competitive standards by his school. It was sheer bliss being in their pool with only the sounds of nature all around us with a cooling mountain breeze sometimes hearing an occasional car when we heard an approaching twin engined turboprop aircraft then watching a white & red Britten Norman Turbine Islander aircraft overfly the house, its flaps extended & engines throttled back on landing approach to the airstrip when Ricardo said. "We must get out quickly, father is early tonight, dry off & get dressed as I must go & collect him. Dressed in tee shirts & shorts wearing sandals (loaned by Ricardo) he drove the short distance to the airstrip to arrive seeing his father finally tying down the aircraft to the ground with 2 younger teens when one beamed out. "Hey Ricardo, we watched your game live & you really played well, we're glad to see you again," when his father beamed out. "Ah Mr. Fullbrick, how do you like Colombian hospitality?" "I must say, you have a most beautiful house & family & this place is like paradise, I would love to retire here when my time comes," "What will you do?" . . . "I would like to write books, go out walking this wonderful country of yours, ride one of the new mountain bikes along little used trails & swim in the sea." "You can certainly do all those things here; Ricardo here has just taken his PADI scuba diving qualification, come we must return home to shower & have a lovely meal cooked by my wife, oh I almost forgot, I must take the cooler box from the plane as we're having fish fresh from the market & tonight's meal is red snapper frita. We had a most enjoyable meal washed down with their home made chilled white wine followed by Tequenos cheese sticks made with their fresh cheese with a pot of their richly flavoured coffee, after that, with our jet lagged forms, we retired for the night both naked in the same bed having hand washed both our speedos & left them to dry. During the night I felt something cool being fed into my hole which soon developed into a heavenly warm tingling sensation so I knew what was coming next when I felt the head of Ricardo's cock touch my hole, I instinctively opened it out for him when he slowly pushed what felt to be a large fat cock inside, he began to piston slowly in & out of me which by this time my cock was rock hard spewing out loads of pre-cum which leaked onto the sheets. He kept mumbling sweet nothings in Portuguese at a low volume whilst planting kisses onto my neck & shoulders then he reached over my shoulder & began massaging my already hardened nipples, I could certainly feel both his nipples on my back which I swore felt moist, the head of his cock certainly excited my secret love button inside whilst the most lovely caress of his hands on my nipples sent the most amazing feelings to my balls which built up to a shattering orgasm as my cock must have shot out a huge load all by itself followed by Ricardo shooting what must be at least 10 huge powerful jets of hot teen spunk right inside me before they stopped even though his cock kept jerking like crazy afterwards but I also felt a warm liquid now trickling down my back & wanted to investigate when he offered me his finger to suck. I tasted a most wonderful sweet elixir reminding me of Dylan's heavenly sweet elixir from his breasts. This was such a precious commodity which would only be given to you by a person who truly loves you & by drinking it you would also be sealing a bond of love between each other. Ricardo turned around & beckoned me to suck on his long thimble sized nipples now about an inch long whilst his softening cock touched my upper thigh still disgorging his after leakage of spunk. I felt deeply honoured to be rewarded with this hot teen's sweet creamy elixir as the fruits of his love from his breasts knowing also that he didn't have a lot to give, perhaps a wine glass full, maybe more & what he was feeding me was from the bottom of his heart with love & sealing a bond reaching out across the ocean but soon this night will be over when I must board the Britten Norman Islander back to the city & my flight home. After the Avianca Boeing 707 took off, I felt a terrible emptiness as though I had truly lost a loved one even though we exchanged names & addresses & swore a pact to keep in touch. Thankfully I went on further courier flights back to Colombia, again for the same client to be treated to Ricardo's highly exhilarating driving skills (he always drove the Toyota like a chauffeur whenever his father was a passenger). We always had the most amazing sex together with Ricardo becoming more adventurous every time & trying out new positions yet after 2 years I became saddened when his milk supply dried up leaving him with his huge nipples on large dark areolas like those on a woman on his steel hard pectorals. Both time & Mother Nature had given & taken away his most precious gift. Two years later. During those heady two years on the dole & flying off to exotic locations the whole industry had changed. Kelly Monaghan's book, `The insiders guide to air courier travel' was out & I bought a copy, it was this book which was published as a final throw of the dice in order to secure a future income. Courier companies were now offering heavily discounted flights for which you lost your 20 kilo checked baggage allowance leaving you with a 5 kilo hand luggage allowance although if you shopped around it was possible to secure a ticket for the same price at a bucket shop & yet despite this it was possible although now rare to still travel for free. The private insurer who stood the mortgage repayments had sent me their final letter stating that I had now received their final payment which I had tendered to the dole office & applied for income support for mortgage interest on their dreaded B1 form. When the year finally expired the previous year for contributions based dole money, I had tendered another B1 form for income support which ended up knocking my dole money for six, by their calculations they disallowed part of whatever the insurers paid to my mortgage which was assessed as their payment for mortgage interest leaving me a surplus which was classed as income & deducted from my dole money leaving me to live on £12 per week. This is what means testing does to a person who has done all the right things to secure his house when all around others were losing theirs through the record number of repossessions taking place at the time plus those wishing to sell had the huge added problem of negative equity. Having signed on for 2 years now I received the letter from the dole office stating that I was now required to attend the re-start course which lasts a week, I was not looking forward to this at all but I had to go if they were to continue paying me. Thankfully Vivian had me started full time at the Honda dealer which probably saved my bacon & stopped me from being investigated by the DSS fraud squad, I received that letter a week after I started there & heard no more about it. Dylan's hermaphrodite surgery was indeed an resounding success leaving him with a cesarean type neat scar as the trademark of a fine surgeon which will soon disappear. Now he has both fully functioning sex organs with a clitoris in his pussy complete with a uterus, womb & ovaries, in short a full set of woman's working organs with plumbing both for sex & childbearing, he has the most amazing female movie star looks with child bearing hips, long slender legs, full voluminous breasts with huge nipples forming the most amazing nipple pokies with shiny blond long flowing hair down to his knees & yet he still has his teenage boy's face. He now has a foot long cock with a red bull can sized shaft & a huge bulbous head with big balls which hoses out spectacularly huge amounts of spunk in large powerful gushes, he has the most amazing gushing orgasms & sprays breast milk from his full size 40D breasts out through his 2 inch long wine bottle cork sized nipples plus wherever he walks he gives off powerful pheromones. After losing his father when a South African Airways Jumbo jet plunged into the Indian ocean in 1987, his mum held the fort until Dylan finally completed his education & being English born she returned to the UK with her son, now her stunningly attractive teenage daughter, thanks to his lottery winning money held in escrow. They bought a lovely bungalow not far from me where they live mortgage free. He was going to change his Christian name to Dylanne but when he found out Dylan was also a girl's name he stuck with his original Christian name. Most nights I have the raunchiest sex imaginable initially fuelled by his powerful pheromones in the room, he takes my 8 inches of rock hard cock in his pussy with ease & has the most amazing spectacular simultaneous orgasms with breast milk spraying out of his nipples, I regularly take his monster cock up my rear hole with ease now. Whenever he gets excited his pussy becomes spectacularly wet thoroughly drenching his panties with his huge cock also flooding them with loads of pre-cum with both organs wetting through to his thin nylon Lycra leggings. Whenever he takes my cock in his rear hole he already has loads of pussy juice running down his legs & that's before having at least half a dozen spectacularly gushing orgasms from his pussy before I shoot my load into him when his cock also erupts like a fire hose with breast milk squirting out through his nipples. Whoever he has sex with is certainly in for the time of their lives, he is always in demand as a female escort & commands top dollar rates because he is now a female hermaphrodite & still a teenager. His mum is now expecting his first child, she is still stunningly attractive at 37 years of age who's a healthy woman, I daresay she will bear him a fine child which I look forward to meeting when he or she arrives. He now leaves my house after eating a nice Chinese meal in his mum's restored 1962 E type 3.8 litre Jaguar to work as a porn star up town, his first ever assignment with the promise of more to follow. Almost a quarter of a century has passed since those heady days which I look back on with rose tinted glasses during those quiet times when I'm home alone in the evenings. Like her son Dylan, she bore a stunningly beautiful female hermaphrodite daughter. My phone rang asking me to collect her from London's Heathrow airport as she arrives from Los Angeles, California. A highly successful international porn star named Dylanne Masters who's about to sink her huge hermaphrodite cock into my vintage rear pussy hole. The End.