Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2019 12:12:47 +0000
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Pornographer's Laptop (Revised)

This story is entirely a work of fiction, all the named characters are
fictitious and any relation to actual persons living or dead is entirely
unintentional and is never intended to reflect negatively on their
characters. Please enjoy the story which is based around finding an old
discarded laptop computer amongst a load of rubbish dumped by a fly tipper
down an English country lane by an old age pensioner.

Nifty is a resource containing a wealth of stories for the LGBT community
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Signed Vintagespeedoboy.

Pornographer's laptop part one.

AKA=Motorcycle Dealer-10 years later.

My name is Tom Fullbrick, although I've been called Fullprick loads of
times over the years since schooldays. I'm a retired mechanical engineer
who used to fix up cars and motorcycles in my spare time to earn extra
money after the local Honda dealer closed in 2011 when that part of the
town was redeveloped followed by the Suzuki workshops two years later when
the industrial estate was demolished forcing a scaling down of the business
which couldn't afford to relocate locally which now operates from Vivian's
double garage specialising in restorations and as a local parts supplied
with Vivian handling the parts side and Dorian the workshop with myself as
their consultant meaning I do get my hands dirty performing the difficult
jobs and we've certainly had our fare share considering we're dealing with
machines madein the 1960's and 1970's

Although I am now a pensioner, I am still in excellent shape after a
lifetime of swimming during which I have maintained my lifeguard
qualifications since I was a schoolboy.  I now like to scrounge for old
bicycle parts to fix up bikes, some of which I re-sell on auction sites,
the bulk of which I now donate to a local charity who pass them onto
underprivileged people such as asylum seekers, cash strapped teenagers and
students @c as a means of transport enabling them to commute to and from
their places of work or tuition.  It was a summer's Sunday morning when I
rode my Saracen old school mountain bike along my favourite English leafy
country lane about two miles from my house only to find it blocked by a
truckload of rubbish, doubtless dumped by some pikies.

There are some posh houses nearby and I saw a strikingly handsome blond
long haired bespectacled teenage boy of about fifteen named Dylan with his
stunningly attractive mum who couldn't be a day over thirty walking their
Old English sheepdog who was so incensed at seeing this huge pile of
rubbish blocking their lane stating she would be complaining to the council
the following morning.  I have often seen him whilst cycling along this
route and every time he's always smoking a cigarette and he's always gave
me a wave and he's now smoking one right in his mum's presence.

Dylan sometimes joins me on my rides having already struck up a friendship
with him; he sometimes wears skin tight Lycra cycling shorts which shows
off his large package to good effect and setting off alarm bells in my
gaydar. Most times during the summer he wears a pair of tailored really old
school navy blue cotton school PE drawstring shorts tailored high leg low
rise with generous side slits which from a distance could easily resemble
square cut swimming trunks and every time I see him wearing these shorts
he's either wearing shiny black nylon girl's panties or black nylon speedo
bikini swim briefs with a see through black mesh sleeveless top showing off
his thimble sized nipples with pointed breast buds topping his girly
looking B cup breasts added to which he has a beautifully flowing long
blond mane a lot longer than I've seen on most teenage girls reaching down
past his bottom and just his appearance alone is enough for my huge cock
becoming erect and spewing gobs of pre-cum love juices into my nylon swim
briefs I wear as underwear forming a wet patch.  Dylan has a lovely white
toothed smile despite wearing a tooth brace and a pair of really old school
Harry Potter styled round lens spectacles resembling 1950's National Health
spectacles worn by kids when I was a schoolboy in short trousers.

Hardly a day passes when I dream of getting into Dylan's pants, especially
as I am packing nine inches of hugely fat cock with a pair of big balls
which still shoots a huge load of spunk out like a fire hose and during my
lifetime it's has been up countless teenage and more mature arses and
pussies belonging to boys, girls, trannies, hermaphrodites &c across the
whole sexual spectrum.

It is thanks to Vivian, my regular partner for many years who not only
brought out my feminine side since hooking up at the local Honda dealer
where we have both worked for many years. (See Motorcycle dealer) he
introduced me into cross dressing right across the feminine spectrum
together with marketing the raunchiest of clothes on his auction site
having even supplied secondary school kids with see through school uniform
blouses, shirts, trousers, skirts, swimsuits and PE skirts/shorts and even
bras for the girls although he's sold loads of them to boys and he's even
supplied me with a pair of see through white nylon trousers topped by a see
through white short sleeve shirt under which I wore a red see through under
wired uplift bra with a pair of red nylon speedos, black suspender belt
with fully fashioned nylon stockings bottomed with black stiletto high
heels, all of which are easily seen through these clothes wherever I walk.

It is thanks to his numerous daily sessions on his Noogleberry hospital
grade breast and nipple pump together with supplements provided by an ex
girl's school PE teacher that I now have a pair of C size female breasts
with monster nipples as thick as a broomstick over an inch long which form
the most amazing huge nipple pokies and lactate the most delicious creamy
breast milk which I pump and store in the fridge for tea and coffee as well
as nursing my sexual partners, but I digress.

My Mountain bike is fitted with a dual front brake system which requires
two brake cables operated from a modified front brake lever operating both
a cable operated front brake caliper mounted on the left hand side of the
forks onto a steel mounting bracket I've made and welded into place with a
160mm brake disc mounted onto the front disc brake hub as well as the
bike's original cantilever front brake caliper operating onto the front
wheel rim. This set up is a talking point amongst cyclists which makes for
a very powerful front brake which is necessary where I live owing to fast
downhill descents and Dylan just loves doing the most amazing front wheel
stands on my Saracen whenever I let him ride it.

This pile of rubbish was certainly big enough for a large tipper truck to
have dumped it and whilst making small talk, I scoured through it to rescue
a box full of DVD movies, an old five tray cantilever tool box with a few
spanners and assorted hand tools inside which I decided to let Dylan have
enabling him to work on his bicycle. I liberated a leather tool roll
containing a set of wad punches which are ideal for making obsolete
motorcycle gaskets which I sell on auction sites. On the top of the pile
was a vintage Sun solo twelve gear racing bicycle looking the worst for
wear which I liberated for myself but it was when I dug into the pile I
came across an old Acer laptop and no sooner had I pulled it out from the
pile, some water ran out of it, doubtless due to it raining during the
night. I shook as much water out as was possible and put it into my
backpack. The other items Dylan's mother offered to store in her garage
until I could borrow Vivian's ex Honda dealer's pick up truck.  Dylan's
mother invited me into their house for coffee and biscuits where we made a
lot of small talk followed by Dylan leading me out to the garage as the
toolbox had certainly got his attention and once in there he hugged me in a
powerful lover's embrace with a tongue kiss and grinding his rock hard cock
into mine.  I have wanted to get inside his pants for a long time as he
just presses all my gaydar bells, especially as he's now the boy of my wet
dreams, not having experienced any since my teens and now, especially at my
age I'm having them almost every night now. There just has to be something
about him which is reaching across our huge generation gap and our minds
especially as I'm old enough to be his grandfather. Oh well, they say that
love knows no bounds?.  I placed the laptop in the warm airing cupboard
leaving it there for a couple of weeks hoping to thoroughly dry it out and
see if it might ever work again.

The next day I arrived in the pickup truck to collect the spoils of my
efforts just before Dylan arrived home from school riding his alloy framed
Diamondback mountain bike whilst I was sat in their living room having
coffee and biscuits when he entered wearing his school uniform with his
hair tied in a huge bun, he went to the fridge and poured out a glass of
pure orange juice with ice cubes and sat down next to me after removing his
blazer showing his pointed girly breasts with very prominent nipple pokies
through his white school uniform short sleeve shirt when his mother asked.
"Dylan, aren't you going to get changed for our guest?".  He took a gulp of
his orange then went upstairs, when he returned I was blown away by the
clothes he wore next as he entered the room raunchily dressed as a
schoolgirl, only this time he wore a see through white nylon short sleeve
school shirt perfectly showing his red see through under wired bra which
gave a very nice uplift to his girly breasts with a tiny black see through
micro pleated skirt wearing red Australian nylon Eyeline swim briefs with a
black six strap suspender belt holding up a pair of sheer black fully
fashioned stockings with black high heeled shoes when he sat down next to
me. My huge cock rose quickly to full mast and started chucking out gobs of
pre-cum love juices leaking through my black nylon Eyeline swim briefs I
wore as underwear forming a huge wet spot in my cotton Australian Stubbies
shorts and if that wasn't enough, my breast milk began leaking out of my
huge nipples thoroughly soaking those areas of my tee shirt which certainly
was noticed by both Dylan and his mother when she began to formally
introduce themselves.

She opened their introductions with.  "My name's Ellen Masters and this is
my son Dylan who attends the local comprehensive school in year ten, he's
now fifteen and I do my best to support him at this stage of his life. He's
my only son and after we lost his father when flight MH17 was shot down,
the shock of losing his father was so much, he's never really got over
it. You see, what he really needs is a fatherly figure to guide him and
become his mentor which really is a tall order as he's a very special
boy. You see, my son was born as a male hermaphrodite with both sets of
fully functioning reproductive organs with the sex drive of a satyr maniac
who's always soiling his bed sheets with his sex fluids, not only is he
special, he is a very clever boy who gets on well with everyone at school
including all his teachers and his school reports tell me that he's
exceptionally gifted," she took a long pause taking a sip of her coffee
when a lump came to her throat with tears flooding her eyes as she began
crying loudly and reached for a handful of tissues.

After composing herself, she continued with.  The compensation award with
my husband's life insurance paid off the mortgage and his funeral costs
after which the money situation's tight now. I made sure he has the best
computers with his laptop for school which was soon trashed by the bullies
and the latest Iphone, This all started last year when he was trolled on
his social media account, bombarded with both text messages and emails
followed by his accounts being hacked and locked out of them and bullied at
school. Then his friends who still stuck by him started telling him that
his name's now mentioned in pornographic stories all over the internet
which really was the last straw." Dylan's eyes flooded with tears and
despite trying to hold back his emotions; he was really hurting inside and
erupted into loud crying. There was no doubting that this beautifully young
person was thoroughly destroyed inside and she saw it in my eyes that I was
likened to a bull being shown the red flag as she pleaded with me to help
her son. I took up the cudgel for him and became his champion.

It has been a few years since our group has used the Lotto cracker which at
one point did attract unwanted attention from the lottery organizers owing
to the number of huge wins all in the same town which they weren't able to
prove and eventually put it down to chance, rather like the Australian who
cracked the big one three times in a row on Auslotto Dylan was currently
using an Ex MOD Panasonic toughbook industrial laptop for his school work
which is practically unbreakable. This one turned out not to be a good buy
money wise as his mum had to buy him a new hard drive from the makers owing
to the MOD having removed and destroyed the original one, the other thing
was it was a heavy item.

With them now settled down I swore them to secrecy then explained what the
Lotto cracker programme was when Ellen's ears perked up as she saw this as
her salvation so I left their house to return over an hour later with my
trusty Tokyo Spider laptop, logged onto their wi-fi and Dylan's face lit up
when the laptop started booting up with its distinctive black spider with
the Japanese rising sun logo on its bulbous back. I put in the pin when it
requested my password, typed it in and pressed next. The text message alert
went off on my Iphone; I entered that password and pressed next. It then
requested my voice and I spoke out a phrase, it next requested to turn on
the camera and align the red dot to my right eye, with it aligned I pressed
enter which operated a flash and I was finally in and Dylan gasped out.
"Holy shit, getting inside your computer's like a bank vault," I replied.
It's what's stored on here, now let's run the lotto cracker programme.

I entered the lotto cracker programme which asked me to select which
lottery and I selected the UK's National lottery followed by entering
today's date which now put the computer searching through their database
for their previous history which took several minutes when it lit up seven
numbers and the following Saturday's date. I said to Ellen.  "There's your
numbers write them down and go out and buy yourself a lottery ticket in
Saturday's lotto and your troubles will be over," then I asked.  "Dylan,
bring me your laptop please."  He brought it to me and I set them both up
on the table, linked both computers up with my special lead and from my
computer I asked Dylan to log onto his email account but not enter the
password, he obeyed my instructions then I asked. "Reduce that page then
press password solution then run." He watched intently as the Tokyo Spider
took only seconds to crack the hacker's password when I asked.  "Now I want
you to enter a password consisting of letters, numbers and characters in
both upper and lower case or the Tokyo Spider can do it for you."  "You're
computer's bloody amazing, I would rather let it do it for me."  "Ok," I
pressed `select password' then pressed enter and my Iphone text message
alert went off, I passed him my Iphone saying.  "Now go and write that down
in your secret note book." He ran upstairs like a rabbit and moments later
he returned with his mini personal organizer then I asked. "Now write your
password in reverse."  I repeated the same sequence for all his accounts
and gave him back control of his accounts leaving him with a huge clearing
up job to do on his accounts.  Ellen was truly gob smacked at what the
Tokyo Spider achieved where no other computer could and as the day's
parting gift to Dylan, I logged onto the Tokyo spider site which can only
be done with one of their products, logged onto my account, selected their
top of the range industrial laptop, entered my payment details as the site
only displays a blank slot, which then authenticates your card against
their records, confirmed the purchase and finally selected `Japan Air Lines
hand carry courier," finishing off by saying to Dylan.  "You are about to
become the proud owner of a Tokyo Spider laptop." He went wild with
excitement and couldn't stop hugging and kissing me right in front of his
mum who said.  "Look Tom, what you've done has really brightened my boy's
life up, If you hadn't stepped in when you did, it would only have been a
matter of time before he killed himself, now he's got positive things to
look forward to, thank you for everything." I gave them both kisses and
hugs saying in a parting gesture.  "Don't forget to buy that lottery
ticket." When I looked at the time, it was almost midnight when Ellen said.
"Look Tom, I'm sorry that helping my son has taken so much time, the least
I can do is offer you a bed for the night," I saw Dylan's face light up
like a beacon as he pleaded with his mum when she agreed saying.  "This
house has two bedrooms as the spare one's crammed with my husband's
possessions which I must get round to sorting out, you can sleep in my
son's room." I could see that he was almost jumping for joy and his mum had
a twinkle in her eye.

Dylan led me to his room which certainly looked like a typical teenager's
bedroom with some of his clothes scattered all around the room with a few
model aircraft hanging from the ceiling, what surprised me was seeing his
double bed which he tapped with the palm of his hand saying.  "We're both
sleeping here tonight; mum's brought me this bed so I can have sleepovers
with my friends. We'll take our showers together."  I thought. `Oh my god,
here am I, an old codger sleeping with a fifteen year old in his double bed
when I should be running away from this damn house," when my huge cock
erected like a flagpole and gave me other ideas. We stripped naked and
showered together with Dylan wearing a shower cap to keep his lengthy mane
dry followed by drying ourselves and snuggling up into a bed with heavily
cum stained sheets.  Dylan's huge eight inches of fat teen boys cock
prodded my thigh leaving his sticky pre-cum love juices on my thigh when I
turned round and no sooner had he felt my breasts which had already leaked
into the sheets, he wasted no time in latching on and nursing off both
nipples draining me right out and giving me relief in that department
whilst mewling like a kitten. Both our cocks were rock hard spewing out
gobs of pre-cum love juices when he pulled back the covers and beckoned me
to lie on my back, he then straddled me cowgirl fashion and lowered himself
onto my cock which at this point I began smelling his leaking pussy scents
as his vaginal fluids dripped onto me just before my cock completely
disappeared right up his snatch under his balls and then began riding me
hell for leather with a pleasing motion as his girly breasts bounced in
time with his motions whilst he massaged his thimble sized nipples which
must be at least three quarters of an inch long with the palms of his hands
and twisting them between his fingers whilst doing the most amazing things
to my cock. I somehow forgot that he was a male hermaphrodite in the heat
of the moment and with his powerful vaginal muscles clenching onto my cock
with his clitoris fully erected out to four inches, he went through several
gushing orgasms squirting out of his huge cock when I built up to mine
which tortured the hell out of me I had to stifle my screams with my hand
as I shot a monster load of spunk right inside his pussy as, whatever
reserves of breast milk I had squirted out of my nipples, sex with this boy
was like fireworks I was seeing stars but it didn't stop there.

He beckoned me to lie across the bed then lubed up my rear hole and his
cock with some special lube his mate brought from a sex shop and after
placing my ankles onto his shoulders, he slowly pushed his throbbing
leaking teen boy meat right up my hole and gave me the arse fucking of my
life and what really surprised me was the size of his load which must have
been the equal to Marcia's, another Hermaphrodite from our group about a
decade ago who had a fifteen inch cock. Dylan, when he came shot a huge
load the equal of hers which just kept on gushing inside me like a fire
hose. There was so much spunk came out of him, it was pouring out past his
cock soaking the bed sheet on my side of his bed and when he finally
finished and pulled out his deflated cock, he scooped up a load of his
spunk from both the sheet and my hole, put it in his mouth and gave me the
mother of all tongue kisses with the sweetest tasting spunk I have ever
encountered in my entire life but tonight for him was very special as it
was his first ever time his breasts produced breast milk with just a
trickle running down his chest which he scooped up with his other hand and
fed to me. It was only a small amount but it tasted like nectar of the
gods.  We both snuggled up under the sheets in a lover's embrace with my
thinking just how someone of his age could perform in bed like a porn star?
When sleep overcame us despite sleeping in the most heavily cum stained
sheets of my entire life.

We woke up the following morning to repeat the previous night's session
which certainly drained the energy right out of me followed by making small
talk when he asked me to keep his secret. As I already knew several of his
secrets, I gave him my assent when he said.  "The reason my sheets are
stained so much with cum is that mum and I are always having sex in my
bed." I really was blown away at his statement and yes. I certainly kept
his secret for him.

After more showering together we dressed for breakfast, although I was
about to don my tee shirt and shorts, Dylan asked me not to and to wear
only my speedos and we both went to breakfast wearing only speedos arriving
in the dining room to see his mother serving our full English breakfasts
with a twinkle in her eye, she was topless wearing only a G-string showing
her firm C cup breasts with huge long broom handle sized nipples and how
she kept a straight face defies me but I got to hand it to her, she really
is a good cook, this scene brought back memories of ten tears ago when I
thought of Dylanne, she was only thirteen then and I just remembered her
last email saying she was looking for a place. I knew immediately this
would be right up her street.  After breakfast, Dylan made the coffees and
when I tasted it, there was no mistaking it, this time they were whitened
with breast milk.

He rushed upstairs and dressed into his school uniform, threw on his
military green backpack and led me out to the garage still wearing only my
speedos through a side door of the house. I was blown away when my eyes
feasted on the racing bike which he transformed from a piece of junk to a
very respectable clean bike still displaying marks on its paintwork but
what set it off was seeing the alloy wheel rims and hubs polished, I gave
him a huge hug and kiss saying a big "Thank you," from my heart before he
wheeled out his Diamondback through the garage door and rode to school
leaving me to shut the door, thankfully from inside.  Back in the house, I
picked up my Iphone, looked up Dylanne's number and gave her a call which
went to voicemail so I sent her a text and waited for her reply, got
dressed and left for home.

I picked up my mail off the floor which had dropped through my letterbox,
opened each letter throwing all the junk mail into the bin and was finally
left with a card from the post office for an item requiring a customs
charge paying. I knew this package contained an Australian made Imrie 625
electronic ignition analyzer which is stated in many of the Honda blue book
shop manual folders in my garage which I was lucky to get for twenty
Canadian dollars of an Ebay auction. Getting this piece of kit was like the
Holy Grail knowing that they change hands for around two to three hundred
dollars so I grabbed my wallet and drove to collect it in the pickup truck.
Having returned home I eagerly opened the package, unscrewed the casing
then popped out to the local shop for a nine volt transistor radio battery,
popped it in, screwed the cover back on, switched it on and a little red
light lit up. That was it for the day when I put it away in my roll cab.

I next logged onto Nifty and read through the latest stories, after this I
searched for Dylan Masters and sure enough his name cropped up in several
stories mostly in the gay male-adult youth section, as I read through them
I quickly deduced that this character bore very little resemblance to the
Dylan I just had the most amazing sex with the night before.  A search
through other gay pornographic literature sites also revealed a lad of the
same name in not dissimilar stories; again this character bore very little
resemblance although the common denominator is that he's a teenager who
wears swim briefs and the stories were posted between three to four years
ago.

I went to the airing cupboard finding the laptop had dried out but decided
not to charge its battery or switch it on as just a tiny drop of water
would be enough to either cause a short or blow a component and left it
there for the two weeks I decided on then spent till lunchtime reading my
emails followed by sending Ellen an email telling her what I found so far
reassuring her that whoever wrote them obviously doesn't know her son
putting it down to a coincidence.  Three days later the Japan airlines
onboard hand carry courier arrived at my house with the package containing
Dylan's Tokyo Spider industrial laptop which is their olive drab military
model proofed against voltage surges and electromagnetic phenomena, the
only mark on its outer casing is their world famous spider emblem which is
subdued. I took this to him and he went wild with excitement as we unboxed
it and spent the rest of the evening setting it up in his bedroom followed
by a repeat of more raunchy sex in his bed both with him and his mum.

It took only seconds to learn that his mum was perhaps the hottest raging
nymphomaniac I have ever encountered with the lovemaking skills to
challenge even the legendary Casanova himself with leaking milk laden
breasts which disgorge their heavily hormone laced breast milk into her
son's mouth for his nightly nightcap and maintaining her supply of bottled
breast milk in her fridge for hot drinks, breakfast cereal and even her
home made milk pudding which probably explains why I never saw a single
carton of milk in her fridge.  After stripping totally naked, she laid in
the centre of the bed whilst Dylan and I nursed off a breast each drinking
our fill of her sweet creamy milk whilst Dylan's hand was fingering her
snatch and massaging her clitoris to be rewarded with her powerfully
gushing orgasm followed by him eating her snatch out when she straddled him
cowgirl fashion lowering herself onto his huge teen boy's cock whilst I lay
across the bed nursing his breasts drawing out small amounts of his heavily
hormone laced milk when his orgasm hit flooding his mum's pussy with spunk
with simultaneous orgasms with squirts of milk erupting from his nipples
whilst both were screaming loudly in ecstacy followed my his mum straddling
me for another round of cowgirl sex ending up with filling her pussy right
up mixing my spunk with Dylan's which leaked out past my cock onto the
sheets thinking 'No wonder his sheets are heavily plastered with cum stains
and to think that both of us are going to be sleeping on whatever cum
happens to get on our bodies.' when I finished by eating out Dylan's pussy
receiving a face full of his gushing vaginal fluids before taking his cock
up my rear pussy hole and having him plow into me and filling up my bowels
with his huge load of spunk then falling into a sensuous lover's embrace
nursing each other with hands stroking each others cocks which, although we
both took longer to come this time round, we sprayed each others bodies
with our spunk to permeate into the sheets and onto our bare skin whilst
sleeping.

The following morning we took long showers and this time in anticipation of
another sleepover, I brought along a bar of carbolic soap determined to get
every last drop of crusted cum off my skin and what remains of my hair
despite Dylan reliably informing me that cum makes for excellent hair
conditioner. We went down to breakfast wearing only our swim briefs seeing
his mum topless wearing only her G-string setting the table for another
proper breakfast when I thought about Jane who works for British Airways
who supplied our coffee and loads of their cutlery.  Dylan couldn't stop
laughing at the thought of drinking British Airways coffee and eating meals
with their cutlery so after breakfast I sent Jane a text asking if the
coffees still available and if she still has the stillage in her
lock-up. Back came the reply. 'How much do you want?'  I began to visualise
another return to the island with Rick's boat, maybe I should give him a
call.

Ellen called me on Saturday evening whilst watching the lottery drawn live
on TV with both of them screaming for joy at winning a life changing amount
of money. I advised them to consult their bank's financial adviser and set
up their portfolios.

Two weeks later.

The fortnight just seemed to fly by spent mostly working at Vivian's garage
on his faithful replica of a Honda CR-750 race bike which had been stood
under a dust cover. It was when he went to start it he discovered it ran
like a bag of shit owing to the carburetturs having gummed up. I had the
job of stripping them right out and sending the major parts for ultrasound
cleaning. Whilst they were away, I set up the valve clearances, changed the
oil and filter and ordered a new battery. It was during this time that
Vivian spent hours polishing this machine and now with the carburetturs
refitted, fresh fuel in the tank, tyres re-inflated &c, he switched on the
ignition, backed it up onto the start up rollers which I spun up when he
selected a gear, dropped the clutch and the Vintage four cylinder SOHC
motor fired up with a bellow like a grand prix race car fuelling my
memories over a decade ago when he rode it into the Honda dealer's workshop
for me to perform it's MOT test followed by sex in his office. With the
change in regulations and this historic motorcycle being over forty years
old, it no longer requires an MOT test, just his online declaration that
it's roadworthy each year when he re-taxes it for free under the historic
vehicle scheme and just like back then. My cock became rock hard when I
felt a huge gob of my pre-cum love juices flooding into my nylon swim
briefs I wore as underwear.

I took the laptop out of the airing cupboard and connected the charger
which I bought from Ebay for a fiver. It was a good sign seeing the
charging light illuminate with a steady yellow glow; I left if for hours
whilst going shopping.  On returning I made a few phone calls, wrote loads
of emails, searched ebay, looked through Nifty finding no fresh stories
mentioning Dylan's namesake.

It was time to fire up this laptop and when it did, it proved to be a right
recalcitrant machine, It quit several times on boot up and each time it ran
for longer. It must have taken at least a dozen goes to re-boot it and when
it finally did the Windows XP screen lit up then the CD/DVD drive motor ran
with a god awful racket and wouldn't shut off. I must have shut down and
re-booted several times and even put a tiny drop of WD40 in the centre of
the drive hub which seemed to do the trick when I booted it up for a final
time seeing the Windows XP screen fully illuminated with its shortcut logos
to the left of the screen. This laptop hadn't requested a pin and now I had
finally opened Pandora's Box wondering what it may or may not contain.

The contents of this laptop will be revealed in part two.