Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2019 12:59:36 +0000
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Pornographer's Laptop 2 (Revised)

This story is entirely a work of fiction, all the named characters are
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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.

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Author's note. The `Airkick' is mentioned in this chapter which can propel
a swimmer up to 25 feet into the air before splashing into a body of
water. The company brochure states a minimum age requirement of
fourteen. My source of reference is Jochen Schweizer's company brochure
dated 2002.

Pornographer's laptop part two.

AKA=Motorcycle dealer, 10 years later.

Having wrestled with booting up a recalcitrant old school Acer laptop, I
finally booted it up then tried loading it with a DVD movie to see if it
would play, no such luck there which can only mean that the CD/DVD
turntable is right up the spout and therefore I can't load my USB wi-fi
dongle's driver disc to load the driver enabling the computer to go onto
the internet and resorting to connecting direct to a telephone line which
is something I could perhaps try later.  I opened `my documents' finding a
ton of pornographic stories on there which would take forever and a day to
read through them all so I randomly picked the one with the lowest number
of KB's and read that.  Sure enough I found Dylan's namesake on that one as
a twelve year old boy with a monster cock for his age who frequents public
toilets picking up gay men for sex with very detailed graphic descriptions
of their encounters and even being picked up by a man in his forties who
drove him to his flat, then dressed him up in raunchy see through girls
clothes and spending sleepovers with him dressed in lingerie with a baby
doll nightie during which he's had his pre-teen arse pounded into by this
man's cock.  The story elaborated on this boy being a highly experienced
cocksucker with all of his hookups and judging from the amount of cock's
he's taken up his arse which must be big enough to take someone's fist.
The story also mentions that this boy wears either nylon swim briefs or
silky panties as underwear even to school and describes him as an
insatiable satyr maniac constantly having sex during sleepovers with older
boys as well as this man taking him to places to skinny dip and be
photographed in numerous erotic nude poses so reading this story gave me
some idea of what to expect in more of those stories.

I next looked at the photos stored on this machine expecting to find shit
loads of child porn finding nothing of the sort on there so my guess is
either he doesn't go there or those photos are probably backed up on a
memory stick somewhere so I went to his search history to find it deleted
thinking `Hmmm'.  My next move was to look up his emails which could prove
to be a dangerous move, especially if this computer's been used for more
nefarious activities such as drug dealing, peadophilia, illegal weapons,
counterfeit goods or heaven forbid-acts of terrorism. This laptop
definitely looked like something too hot to handle when the phone rang with
Dylanne on the other end.

She now works for British Airways as a stewardess on long haul flights
thankful to Jane recommending her asking me to collect her from London's
Heathrow airport terminal 5 having arrived from LA. This is not without its
hazard as it's OK to drop off departing passengers at the drop off point
there but collecting them from the drop off point would most likely cop a
fine. It's either risk that or pay the rip off charge in the drop off/short
stay car park so I shut down the laptop cursing myself for not having a
more in depth look in the rubbish pile which has long since been cleared
away and went to collect Dylanne in my trusty now restored Ford Cortina MK
111 estate car having previously delivered Vivian's ex Honda dealer's pick
up truck.  I took a chance collecting her from the drop off point for which
she's well prepared as she has a spare set of keys for this old crate and
is also insured to drive it. She was quick to throw her luggage in the back
and sit in the passenger seat whilst I drove off buckling her seat belt
then lighting up a cigarette asking me to drive straight to my house.

Dylanne's now 23 and as blond stunners go she has to rank amongst the best
in the world with her looks and figure except she's a true hermaphrodite
packing 10 inches of small drinks can rock hard cock with a pussy under her
balls and both her sex organs work as nature intended. Dylan's her father
who's now in his/her forties. As a teenager he underwent pioneering
transformation/transplant surgery in Thailand to become a full female
hermaphrodite; Dylan's mum is her mother and they are both fully capable of
making themselves pregnant.

I'm sure loads of people must have noticed her as she walked through the T5
crowds with her red nylon sheathed cock dangling well below the hem of her
tiny tailored micro skirt half way down her thighs having gone straight to
the toilet changing her issued uniform skirt to one which Vivian's
seamstress has specially tailored for her with a pair of red cocksock
briefs, black sheer stockings held up with a black suspender belt but still
wearing her uniform shoes with her breasts obscenely poking out both her
blouse and her uniform blazer with her huge inch long broom handle thick
nipples forming obscenely large nipple pokies to boot aided by her red see
through underwired bra giving her breasts an obscenely pointed uplift.  I
had no doubt in my mind that what she now wore was some of Vivian's
sidelines with input from Jane who's now one of their training instructors.
As a teenager, she made a ton of money working in London as a female escort
and becoming a highly successful international porn star which she now
combines with her job during stopovers and she has even starred in a remake
of the famous Japanese futanari schoolteacher on a train wearing her
tailored British Airways uniform with a Japanese shemale schoolgirl and a
teenage boy wearing a British schoolboy's school uniform with short
trousers and knee high gartered grey socks. Both the futanari and the
schoolboy wore white short sleeve see through nylon school blouse shirts
supplied by Vivian.  Another scene in this video showed a long blond haired
large breasted teenage bespectacled girl wearing a skin tight fitting pair
of white linen summer trousers with a sheer white form fitting nylon tee
shirt exposing her bra with folded arms sat there massaging her nipples
with her middle fingers whilst scissoring her legs when she had a
spectacular gushing orgasm as her vaginal fluids gushed through the gusset
of both her panties and trousers wetting her crotch and leaving a huge wet
spot.  Dylanne removed her blazer revealing her see through red underwired
bra through her white nylon see through blouse giving her breasts an
obscenely pointed uplift with huge nipple pokies and began openly fucking
both the schoolboy after having dropped his short trousers and silky nylon
skimpy black briefs followed by the futanari whilst Dylanne's breast milk
leaked out through both garments and trickled down her see through blouse
with her juices running out of her pussy and down her stockinged legs
followed by both of them fucking her and then each other finishing with
Dylanne openly fucking the teenage girl's pussy doggy fashion and nursing
her in the hour long video with passengers sneaking casual glances at their
performance.


Like her male to female transitioned father, Dylanne also gave off powerful
pheromones in the car giving me a rock hard cock inside my Australian
Eyeline nylon swim briefs I wore as underwear when gobs of pre-cum love
juices began flooding into my swim briefs whilst Dylanne's monster cock was
leaking like a tap through her nylon sheath sticking up like a flagpole and
smelling the car out with her vaginal scents and no sooner had we arrived
she took out four large bags of British Airways coffee from her suitcase,
went to the kitchen and made two mugs whitened with my breast milk and
sweetened with honey just like the old days both here and at The Lynch, a
River Thames island at Shiplake where we spent the most amazing summer
weekends back then.  Dylanne was tired and jet lagged from her flight
taking a shower and going straight to my double bed switching on my ceiling
mounted TV to listen to the news when she fell asleep before the sleep
setting switched off the TV.

I went back to that laptop, booted it up with the Tokyo Spider linked up
with its lead searching for and finding its owner's email address. The
first story I read was penned by someone with the handle `Dick Holder' as
an anonymous identity when the Tokyo Spider found an email address for
Richard Holder which put me onto his scent and having found his email
address I done a Google search for Richard Holder to see what that threw
up?

As I expected, there were a number of people of that name found straight
away with search engine pages going to social media sites when I found an
entry on a social media site for Richard's namesake, a teenager who's mate
was asking him to always be on his guard there, I searched his site further
finding references to Feltham thinking. `Why's his mate always asking him
to be on his guard at all times?' when it clicked when I remembered the
deaths of teens murdered at the Feltham Young Offenders Institution and
then realized that's where he is, but why? It now came down to searching
newspaper websites to see what that threw up.

Eighteen year old Richard's name turned up in an article in `The Slough
Observer' having been sentenced at Reading Crown Court for computer hacking
with part of the case held in camera (No public or press admitted). This
told me that whatever he's done's very serious. It could be a bank or
financial institution, government or military secrets, the dark web,
anything? And they don't want the world to know what he's done either.  The
final step was cracking his email password with the Tokyo Spider, otherwise
it could take ages and being a computer hacker, he's unlikely to use a
simple password and no sooner had the Tokyo Spider logged on, his email
server sent him one back basically asking. "Is this Tokyo Spider computer
yours?"  I had to authenticate it as his by replying to the email to
prevent further emails of this type then delete the email but leave the
Tokyo Spider on his list of devices for now simply because security
features have come a long way just in the last few years and having finally
cracked Pandora's Box, his sent emails revealed that he uploaded
pornographic literature to numerous sites on an industrial scale which also
included publishing illegal pornographic books for sale on the dark web
when I thought to myself.  `No wonder, what with so many kids these days
looking at porn, it's small wonder that kids who attend the same school as
Dylan soon found some of them,' which was only the tip of the iceberg and I
decided it was now time to give both Ellen and Dylan the big reveal.

I became so engrossed in my tasks to recover the contents of this laptop
that the hours just flew by when Dylanne came downstairs from her slumber
wearing only her bra and panties and went straight to the kitchen to start
preparing and cooking the evening meal as though she owned the place and
has done so since her teens.  Four generations of her family have lived
here and they all know my house inside out so I just let them get on with
it and with Dylanne having lived in overseas hotels most of the time
enjoying the pick of their menus, she decided it was time to be a true Brit
and cook Sausage, egg and chips, typical fare from a roadside café
with mugs of hot strong sweet tea when we snuggled up to each other for an
evening of passionate lovemaking with the most amazing sex and she wasted
no time in lubing up and plowing her monstrously huge rock hard cock right
inside my rear hole. OMG, that thing's so fat she has to seriously stretch
out someone's hole to get it in there for which she uses a pump up device,
even on me.  She definitely has the patience of a saint whilst stretching
out my hole with her pump despite her huge cock leaking out her pre-cum
love juices like a tap and dripping onto the carpet and her juices was also
running out of her pussy beneath her huge balls and leaking down her legs
with breast milk trickling out through her bra tented out by her huge
nipples when she finally deflated the device, pulled it out then pushed her
monstrously huge cock right in to her balls and plowed into my enlarged
rear hole holding me by the hips then bending further down and massaging my
nipples which were leaking and dripping onto the settee whilst hers leaked
onto my back.

Dylanne has a reputation for giving people the most amazing fuck with
literally an entire lifetime's experience of sex crammed into twelve years
of her life since puberty and she's still a very young person with her
whole life ahead of her. I must have been shagged by loads of she males and
both male and female hermaphrodites as well as loads of teenage lads and
she really is my favourite. There's a lot of truth in the saying that
hermaphrodites are indeed very special and Dylanne, like her transitioned
she male hermaphrodite father is just like him in the sex department
especially having the best of both worlds and she really knew how to pound
my arse exciting my secret love button inside building up to shooting a
monster load out of my cock like a fire hose across the room when just
seconds later I felt her huge hot load gush of spunk flood right inside my
bowels as her juices squirted out of her pussy onto my balls, both our legs
and onto the carpet whilst feeling the warmth of her breast milk on my
back.  After finally disengaging we snuggled up on the settee taking turns
to nurse off each others breasts then showering together, drying off and
sat on the settee together watching a movie on the TV totally naked covered
by a blanket until the movie ended with us sleeping naked together in my
double bed watching a porn DVD on the ceiling mounted TV above our heads.

After breakfast, I spent the entire morning uploading the entire contents
of that laptop including all of Richard's emails onto a large capacity
flash drive together with Microsoft word 1997-2003 and Microsoft word 2007
onto another flash drive whilst Dylanne set about writing gay pornographic
stories naming Richard Holder as the central character. OMG, I've never
seen anyone speed type that fast before, she was just one complete human
computer with her key strokes sounding more like a low frequency buzz with
her fingers doing the most amazing walking on the keyboard then uploading
them to lots of gay pornographic literature sites. I took the laptop to
Ellen's house after lunch for the big reveal with copies of the flash
drives so they can look at them in their own time.

I booted up the laptop in their front room with them sat either side of me
saying.  "What you are about to see is a large collection of pornographic
stories stored in this computer mentioning your son's namesake. Our group
from ten years ago is still around and we've also teamed up reading through
them in batches so as to get the job done quicker. Your namesake character
in all of them hardly matches your description which suggests to me that
whoever wrote and uploaded these doesn't know you which is a good sign."  I
paused there so Ellen could make the coffees.

I showed them the `My documents' page with all the stories displayed in
word document format and clicked on two letting them read through them. I
became amazed at the speed which Dylan read through them as he read through
three more satisfying himself that his namesake bore very little
resemblance to him.  I next loaded the flash drive saying.  "The Tokyo
Spider has hacked his emails which are on here so there's no longer any
need to log onto his email with the added risk of being found out. We do
know his name's Richard Holder using the anonymous handle `Dick holder' to
submit these stories which from newspaper websites, his social media and
indeed text messages we know he's doing time at Feltham Young Offenders
institution for computer crime." When Ellen said.  "There is an older boy
of that name who bullied my son at school, I kept complaining to the
police, education authorities and the headmaster about him and they've done
fuck all. He was expelled from school after he was caught raping my son
which wasn't the first time either. After this I took my son to hospital
where they carried out all sorts of tests on him to finally determine that
he's still clean." That's when I showed them the page from the Slough
Observer.  Dylan's anger returned with a vengeance just like a growling
German shepherd dog with its hackles up baring its fangs as he erupted
angrily at the laptop calling out.  "You fucking bastard! You've ruined my
life you fucking nonce, if it wasn't for Tom here, I would be dead by now
all because of you." when he suddenly erupted into loud crying with his mum
comforting him.

Both Ellen and I were glad this had happened because it had been bottled up
inside him for all this time waiting to erupt like an exploding powder
keg. I phoned Dylanne's Iphone asking her.  "Can you please stop what
you're doing and jump in the pick-up with your ASMR gear as I've got a very
urgent job for you," then dictated Ellen's address when she replied
with. "It's that kid, isn't it?"  .  .  .  "Yes, can you please help him
and bring a bag of your coffee over for them?"  "I'll be over in five."
Then the call ended.

I said. "Dylanne's an air hostess for British Airways who's studied ASMR
massage and hypnotherapy in Australia at their centre of excellence in
Melbourne, like your son, she too is a very special person who's very
likeable, your son will take to her like a duck to water."

She quickly changed into her white see through nylon mesh T shirt with her
red underwired uplift bra and a black see through micro skirt with her red
nylon cocksock briefs with sheer fully fashioned black stockings held up
with a black suspender belt and black school uniform type training shoes,
she walked out to Vivian's pick-up truck with her red nylon sheathed cock
dangling half way down her thighs and loaded her ASMR bag onto the
passenger seat then returned for her folding massage table placing it into
the back of the pick-up and within minutes she arrived sounding the horn
and when they met, Dylan gasped at the sight of her dangling red nylon
sheathed cock before hugging and kissing her passionately then bent down to
lick off her cock juices which had oozed out during the drive over.  She
set up her massage table in the living room and sent him upstairs to change
into his black Eyeline nylon swim briefs whilst she lit her scented candles
and plugged in her CD player. When he returned she rolled him a joint with
the correct medical grade weed specially grown in Australia for which she's
fully licenced to dispense.

Dylan lit up the joint and smoked it which put him into a nice state of
relaxation before bidding him to lie on her massage table having removed
his spectacles and switched on the CD player. She arranged his long flowing
mane to drape over the end of the table onto the carpet and began
laboriously combing it before beginning her massage speaking to him in her
beautifully soft voice.  Her soft well manicured hands worked all over his
body with her fingers working as though she was speed typing onto his skin
whilst he lay there totally relaxed with a pleasing expression on his face
whilst her voice asked him to concentrate on wishing those bad memories of
his to just float away as his mother gazed approvingly at the sight of her
dangling red nylon sheathed cock.  She also massaged his muscle groups then
turned him over repeating her magical touches on his shoulders, back,
bottom and the backs of his legs then turned him back again massaging his
scalp and neck then his feet with the skills of a top reflexologist and
repeated her massage using scented oils.

During Dylan's two hours on the table, his huge cock erected several times
in his swim briefs leaking gobs of pre-cum through the nylon and his
nipples erected with beads of breast milk appearing at the tips with both
his prominent camel toe and erected clitoris tenting out the gusset which
became soaked with his leaking vaginal fluids when Dylanne spread his legs
to complete her erotic portion of the session. Firstly she moved his swim
briefs down which were already wet with both his pre-cum and vaginal fluids
then applied a tingling lube to his nipples, pussy, head of his engorged
cock and his rear hole giving him lovely sensations in all four places on
his body.  Firstly she massaged and tweaked his nipples then directed his
mum to suck on one whilst she sucked on the other drawing out his small
amounts of breast milk contained within then fingered both his pussy and
rear hole together whilst sucking on his cock when he suddenly began
convulsing as he became overcome with his highly intense simultaneous
orgasms with hose like blasts of spunk flooding into her mouth whilst his
squirting vaginal fluids gushed onto her hand whilst screaming loudly in
ecstacy.  Whilst waiting to come down from his orgasmic high, she cleaned
him off with warm wet wash cloths then dried him with a towel when Dylan
finally got off the massage table feeling recharged with energy at peace
with himself saying.  "That was truly amazing, I've never seen or heard
anything like it, you truly have magic hands." When Ellen brought out the
mugs of British Airways coffee sweetened with honey and whitened with her
breast milk served with their small buttered British Airways bread rolls
she baked that morning using her own baking dishes.

Dylan's demeanour certainly changed which Ellen noticed immediately and
said to Dylanne.  "Look, I can't ever thank you enough for what you've done
to my boy, how much do I owe you?"  "Nothing, its all part of the service I
provided to your beautiful boy even though I have other things on my mind."
"Such as what?".  .  .  .  "Loads of problems just trying to find a place,
everywhere is just so bloody expensive now and it's not like I'm here all
the time as I fly all over the world."  "Why not stay with us? I'm sure my
boy will like your company," Dylan's face lit up with a huge beaming smile
with Ellen having a twinkle in her eye with a wry smile when the deal was
sealed.

Ellen asked. "Has that laptop been tampered with in any way?"  I
replied. "All I've done is to dry it out and look through it although its
contents have been loaded onto flash drives of which you now have one set
of."  "Right, here's what we do, you disable the PIN, flatten the battery
and I'll take this down to the police station telling them my son brought
it home from the rubbish pile dumped in the lane and hit the roof when I
found out. Knowing what the cops are like, they'll pry into it to try and
find out who owned it hoping to catch whoever dumped that load of shit in
the lane. They already know about my son's name in the stories and I
believe this contains enough evidence to give him a bad day."  Dylan
said. "Thanks mum."

My Iphone rang with Rick on the other end asking.  "Hi Tom, are you
enjoying your retirement?"  "Fine thanks, you know how it is once you
finally leave the world of work, thankfully I'm still keeping my hand in
with Vivian who as you know, he's had to scale down his operation and
operate from his garage, you?"  "You know how it is, I'm just a lonely
heart on my boat moored on the island wishing the old days hadn't gone
away, what with everyone going off to do their own thing in the world, I
would give any thing to have some young flesh spend some time here," "I
know the feelings, I've got young Dylanne with me here at someone's house,
she's a single parent who's had problems with her boy's name plastered all
over the internet which the local school kids found out about which has
been sorted now, I think they could both use a break."  "Sounds like our
kind of people, yeah, I'll be glad to have them along?"  "Any word from
Jimmy or Zoltan?"  "Lovely couple too, they call me from time to time and
they have two lovely kids, one's due to start secondary academy and the
younger one's not far behind. You do know he's now an executive officer on
the Antares whilst Jimmy's their science officer. That ship's just been
newly re-commissioned with a hand picked crew so as we speak they're having
their shake down voyage."  "I've always known that they'll do well, I may
have some more interested people to visit your old tub."  "Yeah, just send
them along."

I asked Ellen. "How would you both like to spend a weekend on a canal boat
moored on a River Thames Island?" Dylan's face beamed with excitement.
"Dylan dear, there's a nice gentleman with a boat on the phone offering us
to spend a weekend at a River Thames island, would you like that?"  "Oh yes
please." I replied to Rick saying. "They'll be along."

I booted up my Tokyo Spider and pulled up the videos from that time, linked
up their TV to my computer with Bluetooth and played the videos taken more
than ten years ago whilst lighting our joints when all watched with a lot
of interest when Dylanne pointed herself out saying. "Look, that's me when
I was thirteen," she looked the picture of youthful health just wearing
only her bikini bottoms proudly displaying her breasts. The videos said it
all and they couldn't wait to go leaving me to draw up their outdoor
equipment listings and fortunately I still have mine from the old days.

I drove them to the market at High Wycombe as both the army surplus stall
and Four Points are no longer at the Slough indoor market to kit them out
for our weekend on the island then returned home to order the rest of their
outdoor gear from Cadet direct to arrive by a 24 hour courier at my house
having used my account. My credit card certainly took large hits that day
but when there's millions in my bank account thanks to Lotto cracker, it
was never an issue. I sent a load of money to Rick's account to buy in the
food and fuel for the US Army M67 puffing billy water heater and the
British army field kitchen.  Just like the old days we'll be sleeping in a
huge makeshift tent constructed from British Army basha shelter sheets with
a large nylon tarpaulin for the groundsheet and covered by a large
camouflage net.  Fortunately Dylanne's well kitted out with outdoor gear
from her days spent with us on the island since she was thirteen followed
by doing her Duke of Edinburgh's awards at school during which she took
both her Royal Life Saving Society Bronze Medallion and her National Pool
Lifeguard Qualification which got her snapped up by the local leisure
centre's as a part time lifeguard.  During her gap year, she went
backpacking and worked with a surf lifesaving club in Australia and
therefore I definitely know she's a person who can look after herself and
our time for the next few evenings will be spent in the coming days
preparing both Ellen and her son for the coming weekend.

The following day I drove her to the island and as arranged, Rick's
venerable old 70 foot canal barge named `Countess of Clewer was moored at
Shiplake College's river frontage green. Ellen and I boarded his venerable
old vessel for the half mile trip to the island, the vessel slowly entered
the backwater and I became dismayed at seeing the swimming hole tree gone
and replaced by a diving platform.  The college's river frontage is
sometimes used for their German made `Airkick' which has a seat mounted
onto the end of its beam which is mounted on top of its huge ballast tanks
with an arresting hydraulic damper which is operated by an adjustable hydro
pneumatic (water rocket) set to the swimmer's weight which propels the seat
through the beam's arc rather like a Roman siege engine catapult ejecting a
swimmer up to a height of 25 feet into the air with a spectacular rocket
blast of compressed air and water spray before splashing either into a deep
water swimming pool or a lake which is certainly great fun for the kids
during the holidays which at the moment It's currently stored in the
college's boathouse on its large stoutly built trolley.

I found the island's kept neat and tidy now by regular working parties from
the college and the trees have grown since giving both overhead cover and
concealing our intended shelter from the view of passing boats.  She became
enamored at Rick's venerable old vessel which fair play to him has been in
his ownership for over half a century. I saw that she's began to fall in
love with this island viewing it as an ideal retreat for her and her
son. Rick served us coffee and biscuits before giving her a guided tour of
the island and boarding his vessel for the return trip back to the
mainland.

During the next few days, Dylanne uploaded more gay porn stories to a
number of gay pornographic websites with Richard's namesake as the central
character when she began getting writers block. I took this as having
reached her limit of creativity and suggested that she start on transsexual
stories whereby the character is transitioned into a shemale. I brought
Vivian in as this is a subject which he has an encyclopedic knowledge of
and gave the ex girls school PE teacher a call. Thankfully both of them
paired up and crunched the numbers to come up with a character with 38DD
lactating breasts with huge long nipples wearing see through clothes, bras,
panties, G-strings or cocksock briefs stockings and suspenders &c who
mainly frequents dogging car parks particularly one where a coach load of
teenage schoolboys are dropped off after school, many of who get their
hands inside his pants.

Both Vivian and the ex girls school PE teacher co- wrote a story naming
Richard as the central character inspired by my see through nylon white
trousers which Vivian supplied me on a special order with a see through
white nylon short sleeve shirt wearing a black see through underwired
uplift bra which lifted his huge teen boy boobs with large nipple pokies
owing to the size of his nipples out to levels of women with the largest
breast implants with black skimpy panties, black see through stockings held
up with a red suspender belt and high heeled shoes frequenting gay pubs and
clubs, dogging car parks, public toilets and cinemas openly wearing this
raunchy attire and even wearing it openly in public picking up loads of men
whilst Dylanne's suggested that this character wears only black speedos
with a matching form fitting nylon vest all the time whilst indoors and he
also waits outside secondary schools waiting to pick up teenage boys for
gay sex when two nights later he passed Dylanne a memory stick with his
story. We all looked through it thinking it's very kinky indeed and after a
few minor alterations she uploaded their story.

I checked the flash drive for his social media looking for someone who
rarely contacted him then hacked into that account with the Tokyo Spider,
once in I sent Richard a message telling him that his name's now plastered
all over the internet's gay pornographic sites with a link to one and after
sending it, I deleted the entry and logged off.  With the amounts of mobile
phones being smuggled into prisons these days I knew it would be only a
matter of time before he read the message. What Ellen and Dylan were both
hoping for is when the inmates at Feltham would become aware of these
stories after which they would make his life hell, especially when nonces
are usually set upon in prisons which became an element of the unknown
which was unlikely to be something which would ever reach our ears
anyway. We felt as though our job was done which gave Dylan closure on a
bad episode of his life.

The weekend brought with it nice sunny warm weather. Both Ryan and Mark
were two extra lads joining us who are Dylan's classmates and his regular
sleepover and sex partners and the three teens were openly kissing,
caressing and fondling each other in the back seat of the Cortina behind
Dylan's mum sitting in the passenger seat Vivian and I drove there with all
their camouflage or military green rucksacks thrown into the back of his
pick-up truck, we chose to sleep with Dylanne in two old US army pup tents
pitched end to end onto the large shelter sheet makeshift tent whilst Ellen
chose to sleep with the teens as this really was a weekend for them and
Ellen to enjoy themselves plus anyone could swap places with anyone for
sex.  The added bonus is the college staff having brought out their
`Airkick' with its powerful hydro-pneumatic rocket which propels the seat
through the beam's arc like a Roman siege engine catapult ejecting swimmers
into the water; I could see this being a lot of fun, especially with
teenagers.  It certainly looked an impressive piece of kit normally taking
pride of place in a water park; it is finished in a swimming pool blue
colour with the `Jochen Schweizer' company logo and the word `Airkick' in
large white characters on the sides of the ballast tank.  Thankfully I have
brought along an old brochure from my days at the Slough Centre pool which
closed down some years ago to show to those present on the island.

We arrived at Shiplake college's boathouse after driving through a large
opened gate then downhill through the apple orchard turning right at the
sharp hairpin bend halfway down the hill before parking in the car park at
around 10 am on a brilliant sunny Saturday morning with hardly any clouds
in the sky in my Ford Cortina estate driven by Dylanne who knows the place
well having been here lots of times in her youth with her fond memories of
sex and skinnydipping whilst I drove Vivian's pick-up truck with all their
rucksacks in the back with Vivian in the passenger seat and we all watched
the spectacle of teenage students attending summer courses being launched
into the river from the Airkick. There was an interval whilst the next
person sat and waited for the twin cylinder petrol driven compressor to top
up the airkick's air receiver tank and the hydro-pneumatic rocket was
filled with its measure of water as per the teen's weight before the
operator's assistant finally made some adjustments then gave the signal to
spectacularly launch a teenage boy of around sixteen wearing swim shorts
into the river with a tremendous blast of compressed air and water spray
from the rocket into a spectacular parabolic flight who executed a perfect
dive into the River Thames.  We watched a number of teenagers being
launched spectacularly into the river and, oh boy, do the girls scream. It
was mainly the boys who were doing bomb entries into the water making some
very spectacular splashes. I spoke to their operator who agreed to allow
Dylan and his two friends to be launched after lunch.  The Airkick is
little known here in the UK and understandably very few teenagers have ever
seen one and our three just couldn't wait to go on it.

Rick moored the Countess of Clewer a short distance further downstream so
the teenagers using the Airkick had plenty of riverbank to swim back to or
to allow those acting as lifeguards to rescue any of them.  We boarded
Rick's venerable old vessel by walking a plank from the riverbank onto the
boat and once on board, Rick released the mooring ropes and the Countess
left the riverbank giving those teens launched into the river a safe wide
berth bound for the island upstream half a mile away entering the backwater
to give the teens a good luck at the island which was to be their home for
the weekend camping under a large makeshift shelter constructed from
British Army basha shelter sheets.  Having arrived there, the three teens
went exploring the island whilst I laid out all the shelter sheets and
began tying them together and fastening them with tarp clamps. Thankfully
they returned in time to hold the short tent poles whilst I pegged down the
edges and the guy lines then ran up the supporting lines into the trees
finally followed by the teens and Ellen laying down their groundsheets
sorting out their bed spaces, changing into tee shirts and shorts and
bringing out their British Army mess tins, mugs and British Airways cutlery
for a cooked lunch of burgers and French fries already waiting for them on
Rick's British army field kitchen.

In the next chapter, the teens are launched off the `Airkick' and they have
a memorable weekend with the mother of all raunchy sleepovers on the
island.