Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2019 12:08:12 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Pornographer's Laptop: Dylan's Rat Bike 7

This story is entirely a work of fiction and all the characters are
fictitious and bear no relation to actual persons living or dead and is not
intended to reflect negatively on their characters. This story is based
around a scenario of a teenager finding an old decrepit discarded laptop in
a nearby English leafy country lane and the adventures or issues which
subsequently ensue.

Nifty is a free resource of stories for the LGBT community which has stood
the test of time. However, unlike an old lexicon book languishing on a
shelf somewhere and not costing anything to be there. Nifty is a website
which operates on public donations and therefore please have it in your
heart to send them a few greenbacks once in a while and please don't forget
to look in their shop window for that irresistible bargain not seen on the
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Pornographer's laptop 7, Richard's day in court.

Michaela tasked the teenage students to move into our group shelter still
occupied by Dylan and Richard after the others have left the island
although Dylan's Saracen Rufftrax, his Diamondback and my Raleigh Outland
mountain bikes were left behind and are now parked on the island after Rose
left in her works van.  I spent part of the afternoon checking the thread
forms on the remaining mountain bikes rear wheel spindles noting them down
on a pad then placed an order to Bankrupt bike parts for stunt pegs with
both front and rear wheel spindles for Dylan's Diamondback to replace his
quick release spindles which also have more thread for the stunt pegs to
screw onto and I took my drawing to a local engineer to make the special
stainless steel spacer washers which fit under the right hand rear stunt
peg to clear the 8mm hex headed 5mm bolt which locates and fastens the rear
derailleur onto both Raleigh mountain bikes. Both the Saracen's have an
extra mounting lug on their frames on which is mounted a different
derailleur held in place by a short M10 x 1.0 pitch the same as a Honda cub
spark plug thread Allen bolt and therefore doesn't require these special
spacers.

Ellen phoned me telling me how peaceful her nights spent on the island
really were only to arrive home to find cats in her back garden. I quickly
drove to her house in the ex Honda dealer's pick-up truck, collected her
and took her to the local B & Q to buy a case of cat repellent and some
battery operated ultrasonic devices, returned to her house, put the cat
repellent around the garden's perimeter and strategically placed the
ultrasonic devices in the woods, all carefully hidden hoping to keep the
cats away.  After this, I sat in her lounge compiling Greg's outdoor
equipment list deficiencies to pick up from the military surplus market
stall the following day whilst Vivian boxed up his raunchy clothes with one
of his first deliveries of see through black stretch nylon lycra skin tight
tee shirts and his single bed nylon tricot bed sheets into a strong
cardboard box using his measurements taken by Dylan on the island and
booked the Hermes courier to collect it.

Half an hour passed by when Rose turned up to collect the Hermes package in
the van and pressed the doorbell. I answered the door to proudly see her
hand made ancient Russia leather laptop bag containing her new Tokyo Spider
netbook slung over her shoulder. Over coffee, I had to admire the
workmanship which went into her bag which had to be worth thousands,
especially as it's the only one in the world, this was a classic timeless
piece which wouldn't have been out of place either in our times or
centuries past and certainly looked right in the world's most important
business institutions. Undoing the two brass buckles to open the flap
revealed a mini personal organizer made from the same ancient Russia
leather with a Japanese ceramic pen and the maker's name with a Tokyo
address gold embossed inside the flap.

All the students were at the college's outdoor pool attending their
lifeguard courses whilst Justin was busy running the college's
kitchen. Both Richard and Dylan's minds were on the coming of the night
eagerly waiting for their orgy of sex but for now they were just a couple
of lonely hearts although they had each other.  They spent the morning
snuggled up to each other reading stories on Nifty using Rick's large flat
screen TV set up as the monitor using Bluetooth from Dylan's Tokyo spider
laptop and by mid morning Rick brought out their mugs of British Airways
breast milk and honey coffee with two British Airways brown bread breast
milk cheese rolls and two McVitie's chocolate digestive biscuits.  After
lunch Vivian arrived with the special spacing washer made that morning by
the engineer with one pair of stunt pegs and fitted them to the Raleigh
outland before checking his emails and leaving for the island and fitting
them.  Both teens thoroughly enjoyed riding along the island's tracks
giving each one a cabby stood on the stunt pegs and holding the rider
around the waist which certainly was good fun despite the short distances
around the island, nevertheless it was a good experience for them when
they'll be riding much further distances on the mainland and descending the
bumpy road through the apple orchard negotiating the hairpin bend and
finishing at the boathouse.

Rick released the mooring lines and took the countess downstream to the
moorings at Henley on Thames and bought a year's rent on a mailbox for
Richard after which he sent them off on their own around town with the
Raleigh Outland to return to the island in their own time along the Henley
to Reading road before turning into the road leading up to Shiplake
church. From here, they entered the grounds through the gate when Richard
mounted the bike whilst Dylan stood on the stunt pegs for the first of many
fearful exhilarating hair raising descents eliciting screams of delight
through the bumpy apple orchard section then braking hard to negotiate the
sharp right hand hairpin bend halfway down continuing downhill until having
to pull up sharply at the boathouse.  This descent, although a rite of
passage for the college's year seven (First year students) is also
notorious for spectacular crashes, especially when students attempt to
break the record for the fastest timed descent.

Dylan sent me a text thanking me for having already converted the Raleigh
Outland to dual front brake operation which gave them the vital stopping
power with two persons on the bike before the hairpin and stopping just
before the boathouse.  I looked through youtube and found a number of
videos taken of riders descending this course, what I didn't know is that
this course is also used for soap box race events and unlike the Red Bull
soap box race, cars have to be fitted with a braking system to slow the
cars down before the hairpin bend otherwise they'll crash. Some cars use
parachutes quite successfully even though popping it doesn't always
guarantee a safe passage through the hairpin.  One thing I did notice on
the videos was most cars were fitted with small wide wheels, their
constructors having learned that bicycle wheels always buckled when
negotiating the hairpin.

After seeing Vivian's double sleeping bag and nylon tricot liner, Ellen
scoured through the internet searching for both and bought hers that
morning. Dylanne had another day off before her next flight giving her time
to do her washing and have her British Airways uniform laundered followed
by editing parts of her ASMR video.  She felt so liberated at wearing only
a pair of black Australian Eyeline nylon swim briefs on her topless form
with Ellen doing likewise, after all they were indoors within the confines
of her house and even if either of them wished to go outside into the
garden, it was a simple matter to pop on a swimsuit bra.  By mid morning
they were snuggled up to each other on the couch lovingly fondling, French
kissing, caressing and nursing each other with some of their breast milk
before pumping out the rest and placing it in the fridge.  Dylanne's rock
hard leaking throbbing cock seriously tented out her swim briefs which she
took to wearing instead of panties or bikini bottoms having found that the
gusset supports her huge package nicely whereas she experienced part of her
nutsack popping out on numerous occasions.

By now Ellen became fuelled with insatiable lust for cock fuelled by her
cravings experiencing orgasmic sensations within her breasts which began
trickling breast milk despite having just pumped out a load for the fridge
with her clitoris hardening and poking out from the folds of skin only to
be excited by contact with the silky nylon whilst her craving sensations
inside her snatch and her twitching rear pussy hole drove her to beg
Dylanne to quickly sink her huge cock inside her snatch and pounding the
hell out of her when she quickly ran upstairs and threw back the blankets
on Dylan's double bed before they both stripped naked and slid between both
nylon tricot sheets.  The heavenly smooth gliding sensations of the sheets
on their bodies added to the sensuous caresses on their skin and Dylanne
wasted no time in sinking her hugely fat 10 inch pole inside her and began
pounding into her the hardest she's ever fucked anyone. Ellen was screaming
in pleasure when her first orgasm racked through her within seconds as her
whole body convulsed and flooded Dylanne's package with her gushing juices.
This drove Dylanne to relax for a moment passionately planting her with
loads of kisses whilst massaging her nipples and suckling between tits
drawing out her heavenly sweet creamy breast milk, normally produced within
her bosoms for feeding her teenage hermaphrodite son and right now it's
normally his 9 inches of fat teen cock which would have been pounding into
her and has now done the deed of starting a life for Ellen is now in the
early stages of her pregnancy with a person growing inside her fathered by
her son.  By the time their hot steamy session in Dylan's bed ended Dylanne
had unloaded three huge loads of her hot creamy fertile spunk inside her
whilst Ellen was experiencing orgasms every few minutes ending the session
thoroughly sated and drained of energy, so much so she fell asleep in
Dylan's bed amongst the cocktail of their fluids messing up the sheets when
Dylanne put on her black sports bra, tiny lycra booty shorts and British
army coolmax tee shirt and saw herself out

Whilst driving to Eton Wick, her cock continued leaking huge gobs of spunk
into her already soaked nylon swim briefs owing to her leaking pussy under
her balls and despite her already drained breasts some more breast milk
continued leaking out of her nipples forming large wet spots on her sports
bra.  She parked in the car park by the scout hut, grabbed a small backpack
containing her swimming kit from the boot and walked along the path to the
River Thames at the confluence of the stream and the river a quarter of a
mile downstream from Boveney lock which is a favourite place of mine and
has a small sandy beach with a stone wall to one side.  She removed her tee
shirt, booty shorts, trainer socks and running shoes, replacing those with
her green British army issue hand towel and swimming goggles then waded
into the river and swam to the other side before swimming upstream until
she felt the caress of the warm water from the stream and remained there
swimming slowly on her back and rolling onto her sides maintaining her
position in the warm patch swimming at a relaxing stroke knowing if she
stayed there long enough, the water would wash away the fluids of sex from
her swim briefs and dissolve the breast milk from her sports bra.

She learned about this place from me, where I swam with a number of other
boys and camped nearby when I was a boy myself in an old US army pup tent
which I bought from a local army surplus shop and had sex with all those
boys inside that tent more than half a century ago.  It was here I first
saw an old decrepit rusting hulk of a canal barge which looked as though it
could sink any second and first met Rick.  It's thanks to him that he used
his vessel to transport swimmers including myself and John, who now lives
in Australia amidst derogatory comments from the other swimmers about it
being a rust bucket and fearing it might either sink or break down. Every
one of the swimmers who sat on the gunwhales of this rusting hulk of a
vessel that morning ended up with rust on the backs of their swimsuits.  We
were two 14 year old boy scouts swimming in the famous Windsor Lock to lock
race, a distance of two miles and 572 yards taking just under an hour to
complete the course which John won beating me by an arm's length during the
same year as the World cup.  It was John who chalked `Countess of Clewer'
on the vessel with a piece of chalk used for the darts scoreboard when Rick
chased him all over the clubhouse grounds to the merriment of everyone
there ending up sharing a breakfast and beer with Rick having named his
vessel for him which thankfully Rick's venerable old vessel still proudly
displays the name as a homage to our youth after more than half a century
and thankfully I still have that old US army pup tent.  Dylanne finally
left the water feeling refreshed and with time to kill visited the local
`History on wheels museum' where she ordered a light lunch and had coffee
with Mark who showed her around the exhibits followed by seeing the
workshops and greeting the mechanics.

Ellen woke up late that afternoon to find Dylan's bed sheets were a right
mess owing to their fluids of sex which were all over her body as well as
whatever leaked out of both her pussy and her nipples. She stripped the bed
throwing the sheets into the washing machine set at 40 degrees. She hand
washed both her Eyeline swim briefs and see through bra then put them back
on whilst soaking wet to dry on her person which was a common practice
since her schooldays and still is. She went downstairs to make a breast
milk cheese sandwich with slices of smoked ham and a slice of Genoa cake
washed down with breast milk whitened British Airways coffee then phoned
Rick informing him that she was returning to the island and to pass a
message to Justin for a late evening meal then she sat down to watch the
six `o' clock news.  She looked aghast when the newscaster announced about
the disappearing coffee from British Airways revealed by a company audit at
the end of the news programme. A female reporter was interviewing various
members of staff who either knew nothing at all or were remaining tight
lipped although a manager went on to say it's the world's best coffee for
the world's favourite airline. Ellen couldn't stop laughing for several
minutes knowing that the whole group must have drank gallons of the stuff
over at least 10 years. She sent a text to Dylan requesting a late evening
meal then sorted out her backpack and drove to the island with thoughts of
sleeping together with her son.

Ellen finally arrived on the island with her backpack and her double
sleeping bag and nylon tricot liner only to find the group shelter built
out of British army shelter sheet bashas and Russian Plash Palatkas had
every bed space taken owing to the teenage students and their junior
teacher trainee. Thankfully her rucksack also contained a basha kit thereby
enabling her to extend the group shelter thereby ensuring both their
sleeping places and with Richard having moved his bed space, Dylan's
sleeping bag rolled up and students bed spaces moved along one space, this
ensured Ellen would be placed between Richard and her son ready for the
coming night when she took out her British army mess kit, enameled mug and
British Airways cutlery set then served herself a Lancashire hotpot from
the cooking pot on the fire pit still being heated by charcoal followed by
Justin passing her a small tin of fruit cocktail with a paper cup
containing breast milk ice cream with two Cadbury's flakes for her late
evening meal.

This was followed by a communal sitting around the fire making small talk
with the students and Michaela their teacher trainee. All the students wore
only their bikinis who were certainly a well behaved group of teens and as
an ice breaker, each one of them told a hilarious joke. Michaela was
certainly liked by every one of them and there's no doubting that she kept
them all sated with her huge 11 inches of rock hard cock with her seemingly
almost endless supply of spunk inside her balls and being a PE teacher,
albeit under training her knowledge of the human body rivaled that of a
doctor with the lovemaking skills to rival history's legendary love makers.

By now all the students have tasted breast milk and although there's a good
supply within our group both here on the island and our homes. Stella
brought up the subject of Michaela inducing her breasts to lactate, a
subject which definitely peaked the interest of the girls and with their
names and addresses exchanged. Stella organized a consignment of her
supplements to be sent to her with photocopy leaflets of her Noogleberry
breast pump with nipple and penis vacuum tubes followed by Dylanne's ASMR
massage video on completion with links to Vivian's erotic clothing website,
Cadet direct and the Army surplus stall at Wycombe market for their
personal outdoor activities items.

Michaela mentioned that the whole group of students was now staying another
week to do their Duke of Edinburgh's award expedition which was good news
to us. Dylan decided to invite a few of his hook up friends along as well
and sent them the email containing their kit lists to check with links to
Vivian's erotic clothing site pointing out that they will each require a
pair of Australian Eyeline swim briefs and to place orders for them as well
as Players nylon tricot vests and their erotic teenage girls see through
micro skirts, tops, cocksock briefs, see through bras, stockings and
suspenders and high heeled shoes. Meanwhile I emailed Vivian to place
orders for their nylon tricot sleeping bag liners knowing Dylan's friends
have already visited the island and already have their sleeping bags.

I became surprised when Michaela and all of her students stripped naked and
remained that way for the rest of the evening right up to our naked swim
around the island which they were only too happy to join us. It wasn't long
before we stripped off and joined them when I learned from Michaela that
they're all practicing nudists who come from naturist families and their
group is known as `The skinwalkers' which I certainly noticed on their tee
shirt logos.  I saw that none of these teens had any hang-ups about their
bodies, sexual or otherwise although the boys did have large cocks and
budding breasts with large puffy nipples the size of thimbles whereas the
girls' breasts must be at least a C cup size with large nipples the size of
wine bottle corks with large areolas, these teens were certainly a sight to
behold which confirmed that they obviously spent a lot of time just sucking
each others tits and just like the girls, all of them had long hair
reaching almost to their bottoms as this was the first time I saw them
without their hair tied up in buns.

These teens were certainly a happy bunch when it finally came to their
naked swim with us and they were definitely confident in the water which
they all entered by various means without any hesitation whatsoever and
even when the whole group rounded the southern tip of the island in full
view of a disco boat full of teens enjoying the party atmosphere on board
giving us wolf whistles, cat calls and shouts of `Where's your trunks?' and
unlike our escapades from a decade ago, we weren't pelted with empty beer
bottles.  Having swam around the island with Rick even joining in although
he brought up the rear; he gave every one of us our stirrup pump showers
followed by drying off and mugs of hot soup. We finally entered the group
shelter for another orgy of sex which lasted until well after midnight.

Rick, Richard, Justin, Dylan and I had a boy each and I must say every one
of them performed very well indeed and their rear pussy holes were also
well broken in thanks to Michaela's monster cock followed by the boys
pounding their cocks into the girls' rear pussy holes. Michaela sank her
monster cock into Ellen's snatch giving her the most unbelievable feelings
of fullness followed by her sinking her cock into Stella's snatch having
unloaded huge loads of spunk into both women, by now the interior of the
group shelter reeked strongly of the scents of sex and teenage boy smells
and as a finale, Michaela set up her laptop for everyone to watch a porno
movie before finally settling down for the night followed by our morning
swim around the island, only this time Michaela and her group of teens
insisted that everyone swam naked. We had entered unknown territory as this
time passers by would be treated to a spectacle whereas both Rick and I
wondered how this was going to go down.

Like every one of our morning swims, it too was a highly enjoyable
experience although a few early morning runners did stop and look as did
the college's cadets, two mountain bikers and a few dog walkers. I
visualized Rick either receiving a phone call or a personal visit from the
college's bursar or even the cops which fortunately did not happen and
therefore no news is good news.  Our times on this island throughout that
summer definitely left us with memories to treasure for our lifetimes but
with it came the return to school after the summer holiday and Richard's
court case.

Dylan's first day of the new term was like any other except this time he
was starting year 11 mostly consisting of exam revision with PE and games
sessions and careers advice. Every one of the students in his form at some
time or another had read the stories naming him as a central character and
knew it was just a load of bullshit even though the stories did make for
excellent reading and wank or frigging material, one unexpected effect of
this was it now gave Dylan celebrity status, a useful trait having made the
decision to counsel young distraught trolled teens as well as developing
young pornographer authors amongst a few of the students, assisted by their
English teacher.

Reading Crown Court was packed out on that mid September morning when
Richard stated his name, age and address and pleaded not guilty to computer
hacking, accessing child porn and trolling numerous social media and email
accounts of young persons of school age, some of which resulted in
suicides. It was at this point when Roberta took the stand, passed her GCHQ
ID to the judge and stated.  "Your worship. The evidence about to be
presented is covered under the official secrets acts. The court will be
enlightened into the capabilities of GCHQ during this trial which must
remain secret and it is this evidence which will prove Mr. Holder not
guilty. However in the light of this I must ask for members of the press
and the public gallery to be cleared right away after which all remaining
persons will now sign a copy of the official secrets act for the court's
record.

After the courtroom was cleared, the prosecution counsel took the stand
saying.  "The evidence I have is Mr. Holder used his computer to write a
number of pornographic literature stories and upload them onto pornographic
websites naming Mr. Dylan Masters as a central character amongst others,
furthermore he hacked into a number of email and social media accounts
including his and effectively locking him out followed by him spreading the
word around his social media contacts, many of who are attending school
enlightening them about these stories, furthermore, examination of the hard
drive revealed images of a pornographic nature of young underage persons,
some of whom are children. This computer was recovered by the police after
which Mr. Holder was determined to be its rightful owner."  The judge
asked. "And how was the provenance of this computer determined?"  "By
checking ISP accounts and vendors sales records," Richard thought. `Cunt,
he's lying through his teeth.'  The judge said. "Carry on please."  "I have
here Mr. Holder's laptop as exhibit one," which the court's clerk pointed
to on a table, this was sent for forensic examination from which a large
number of pornographic stories was found to be stored on it and images of a
truly shocking nature and seeing that this is Mr. Holder's computer, I put
it to the court that Mr. Holder is the perpetrator of these vile crimes,
that is all your worship."

Richard's defence counsel stood up and asked Richard. "Is this your
computer?"  .  .  .  ."Yes your worship."  "Was this computer in your
possession for the entire time during your ownership?"  .  .  .  . "No your
worship."  Please tell the court why this computer wasn't in your
possession for the duration."  "Your worship, I received a sentence of one
year at a young offenders institution for computer hacking and was released
after six months. I returned to my flat only to discover that I was evicted
by the landlord for failure to pay rent and my entire possessions loaded
into a rubbish skip and dumped including my computer."  Richard's defence
counsel asked, "Call Dylan Masters."  "Dylan, I understand it was you who
found this computer, please tell the court how you came by this computer?"
"I was out walking the dog when I came upon a truckload of rubbish dumped
in the lane where I live, I returned home and told mum about this and she
phoned the council, she and I returned to look at the pile of rubbish and
told me it was the work of fly tippers, I retrieved some bicycle parts to
fix mine up when I found the computer. I picked it up when water ran out of
it as it had rained the previous night. Mum put it in the airing cupboard
to dry out and afterwards we tried to see if it still worked."  "And did
it?"  .  .  .  "Not right away, it took several goes at booting up before
it worked and when it did, she was horrified at its contents and handed it
into the police."  "So, what happened to the computer after that?"  "The
police sent it away to be forensically examined."  "By GCHQ no doubt."  .
.  .  "Yes your worship."  "That will be all, Call Mrs. Roberta, surname
withheld."

Roberta took the stand.  "Mrs. Roberta, How did your department come by
this computer?"  "It was sent to us by a courier, I looked at it and
created a case file, I noted that parts of it didn't work and sent it to
our repair department. My supervisor took me off that case as I was working
on a priority case at the time which involved a number of suicides, mainly
with teenage school students who had been trolled. It later came to light
that this computer was also part of this case and I was urgently
reassigned."  "So what did your department find?"  "For starters, this
computer had definitely been hacked and being an old model it would only
have worked on dial up with its internal modem, it required the use of a
solid state hard drive owing to its very limited storage capacity plus it
operated on an old operating system and it required a USB wi-fi dongle to
work on the internet. My report states that both items weren't submitted
with this computer and are deemed to have never been found, from this my
department obtained traffic records from the relevant ISP's and tendered
these as evidence."  "I see from the dates of this evidence that Mr. Holder
would have been unable to operate this computer as he was an inmate in a
young offender's institution and seeing that his computer was also hacked,
other persons would have been operating a clone of his computer, is this
correct?"  "Yes it is your worship; I now point to a second computer on the
table which is a very recent model, my department has forensically examined
this item which is known to be stolen, it was finally determined that this
computer is the one which done the deeds, it was pointed out to me that the
first exhibit was unable to upload spam emails on an industrial scale which
this second one was fully capable of which it did. The report also states
that a personal organizer was also found with this computer which has led
the police to the real perpetrators of the crime for which the defendant
stands accused of."

The judge in his summing up said.  "Mr. Holder, you have been an
unfortunate victim of circumstances not of your doing which has resulted
you in being incarcerated at a young offender's institution, the jury has
unanimously found you not guilty of the charges and I direct that you are
free to go. Your defence counsel will assist you with any claims you wish
to make along with the processes of clearing your name. Let this be a
warning to those who do not place passwords on their own computers."

Our group sat on board Rick's venerable old vessel named `Countess of
Clewer' moored at Reading bridge watching a movie when Richard walked
accompanied by Roberta and his defence counsel with a huge smile on his
face. The vessel certainly looked her best on this fine morning and we were
all dressed for the occasion with a bottle of champagne in the ice bucket.
Richard's counsel remarked on the vessel's lovely condition and was blown
away by its Victorian interior décor apart from the framed flat
screen TV which when switched off reverts to a painting. The one Rick chose
to display was the steam turbine vessel Turbinia at speed at the 1897 Royal
Navy review.  Rick worked from a copy of the only known photograph taken of
this vessel then painted the picture, had it photographed then uploaded
onto his computer and donated the painting to the National maritime museum.
After a glass of champagne with a British airways smoked cheese roll (We
daren't serve him one filled with breast milk cheese) Richard's counsel
left the vessel leaving him with best wishes for his future then Rick
started the engine, released the mooring lines and maneuvered the vessel
out into the river and slowly chugged its way back to the island on a warm
sunny September day with the kids back at school and Dylan's first term of
year 11 and no sooner was the vessel under way, everyone quickly stripped
off their formal clothes revealing their swimsuits underneath and glad to
be out of them finally arriving at the island to a welcome large cooking
pot of Lancashire hot pot which Justin had left slow cooking over charcoal
in the fire pit for us as he was at the college's kitchen supervising their
school meals, I thought to myself. `Ah, the wonders of the world of work.'

After lunch, both Ellen and Dylanne took Richard on board the vessel for
his Binaural and ASMR massage session and to assess the progress of his
transition to a she-male noting that he certainly made good progress,
especially as his cock responded so well to the vacuum penis developer
erecting out to over nine inches which pleased him immensely plus his hand
was no longer able to encircle it whenever he gave himself a hand job when
there was a blinding flash from the area of the south green which startled
us and moments later both Jimmy and Zoltan boarded the vessel proudly
wearing their uniforms when Rick's mobile phone rang. It was a
representative of the monitoring company arrived to remove both his wrist
monitor and the cellular device.  We left the vessel whilst Rick took
Richard to the college's river frontage where they met and the monitoring
equipment was finally removed and he left. All that remained was to parcel
up the cellular device at my house and send it off using a pre-paid courier
label.  The vessel left for the island and after docking, I introduced
Richard to both Jimmy and Zoltan who gasped in astonishment at where they
came from with the newly recommissioned Antares now 20,000 miles up in
space. They both walked to the south green to admire the Garden of Eden
fruit bush, now a small tree which was due to bear fruit the following
year. It was Jimmy who showed him his photo album on his device detailing
his procedure to fully transition into a hermaphrodite, he stripped naked
for him and he was being offered the procedure which was beyond his wildest
dreams.  It was an offer he could only dream about. Hidden on board was his
cadet backpack containing his outdoor equipment, raunchy clothes, a new set
of nylon tricot bed sheets and his belongings contained in a second black
British army daysack, all this had been arranged by emails without his
knowledge during which time I made sure he passed both his car and
motorcycle tests.  Richard was in no doubts about the procedure which
awaited him and gave his resounding consent as this was beyond his wildest
dreams. We drank his toast with large glasses of Garden of Eden fruit juice
followed by Jimmy clasping on a bracelet onto his wrist. We all shook hands
when both Richard and Zoltan hefted one of his backpacks each and they said
their farewells promising to be back around Easter the following year, they
walked to the south green where we waved goodbye and in a blinding flash
they were gone and moments later he sent a selfie to my phone, taken on the
bridge of the Antares with a message saying. "This ship is bloody awesome."

There wasn't a dry eye amongst our group that day when he left us for
worlds anew and I almost began to cry although the links between both
worlds are excellent with their cloaked satellite out in space capable of
transmitting and receiving through a worm hole thereby enabling us to keep
contact.  Rick texted me later that evening telling me that he's left his
suit behind on board his vessel and I replied.  "Is he still likely to need
it?"

The group visited the island twice before Rick departed taking his vessel
to its winter mooring on one of the canals somewhere. I was glad to see
Dylan start his modeling assignments and working some evenings part time in
a London private men's club and within days he spent his Friday nights and
Saturday mornings having the most amazing sex filled sleepovers with guests
for which he's highly in demand, paid handsomely and he was instrumental in
recommending the club change their bed sheets to silky nylon tricot items
which was welcomed by the club's many members and had the club recruit
teenage schoolboys as room service waiters who wore only black Eyeline
nylon swim briefs as their working uniform, one of the boys they recruited,
a long blond haired 15 year old of Danish extraction had a serious case of
gynocomastia sporting B cup female budding breasts topped by large puffy
nipples who became an instant hit with the men when he started wearing a
black see through underwired uplift bra, thankfully one of the boys learned
hairdressing from his mum who removed his hair band and laboriously combed
out his hair which reached down past his waist.

He began riding his new Chinese Honda SS50 clone after turning 16 during
the autumn half term holiday where he attended a National pool lifeguard
course and passed with flying colours to begin working a few part time
shifts at the local sports centre.  He began the new term wearing his long
flowing blond mane in a large bun at school with his skin a lot smoother
and his feminine features having filled out handsomely with his C cup
breasts lifted up obscenely with his huge nipples seriously tenting out
both his underwired uplift see through white bra and see through short
sleeve school uniform blouse sporting evidence of his frequent breast milk
leakages with the most amazing nipple pokies beating the girls by a long
chalk in the nipple size department and proudly sporting the largest pair
of nipples in the entire school which become totally visible whenever his
breasts leaked their heavily hormone laced elixir of love which is heavily
in demand by the other students who love its Moorish sweet taste as well as
his monstrously huge nine inch cock with hardly a day going by without him
sinking it into either a girl's pussy or a boy's rear hole during school
break times with the most spectacular gushing orgasms usually spraying
dropped boys trousers and underwear with his gushing vaginal fluids.  He
now has to wear an even larger blazer and he's well on the way to
developing a classic hourglass figure with his hips having widened
noticeably. Vivian measured him up and sent him his black see through
slender fitting school trousers to compliment his now shapely legs as well
as showing his stockings and suspenders to good effect with school
regulation Mary Jane's black polished shoes and having to wear a black
girl's Speedo endurance one piece swimsuit during his swimming periods when
I booked my flights to spend the winter in Australia and finally locked the
house for the duration.

The adventures may continue?