Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2019 14:44:20 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Pornographer's laptop 8, Dylan's rat bike.

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adventures or issues which subsequently ensued.

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Pornographer's laptop 8, Dylan's rat bike.

The whole group became saddened by Richard's departure to a world far away
in both space and time having left us for his surgical procedure to finally
transform him into a female hermaphrodite. Some years ago an eminent
surgeon in Thailand successfully carried out the world's first ever
surgical transformation to a South African teenage boy transforming him to
a female hermaphrodite and we are lucky to have his daughter Dylanne
amongst our circle who was born a true female hermaphrodite after he
impregnated his own mum to produce a truly wonderful love child, now aged
23 who works for British Airways as a long haul stewardess.

Richard wanted this procedure performed on him knowing the benefits which
would ensue whilst still a teenager and not having to spend a lifetime
looking over his shoulder and taking anti tissue rejection drugs as their
surgical team would grow every single body part required from his own body
tissues.

Jimmy's photo album certainly sealed the deal as he was one of us who not
only had the same procedure Richard's about to undergo, he also showed him
the before and after photos whereby they also grew him a new pair of legs
and re-joined them onto his stumps proudly showing him the very fine scar
lines which encircle his thighs.

Thankfully Richard video calls us almost nightly using his Tokyo Spider
laptop with an electronic box of tricks connected to the USB port as well
as accessing the internet from there and he's even ordered items from ebay
which is delivered to my house and used the lotto cracker to win the
National Lottery and top up his bank account from which he's now bought and
paying into his private pension payable anywhere in the world.



With Dylan's Honda CG125 rat bike finally completed, it sailed through its
MOT test at Keene & Eager in the next town. I rode this machine albeit
having to carefully run its rebuilt engine in with Dylan on the back who
thoroughly enjoyed the rides. The bike had passed with flying colours
thereby removing the prohibition requirement which kept it off the road and
finally re-registering it as a historic vehicle.

When Dylan turned 16, he spent a day at Quickstart doing his CBT on his
49cc Chinese Honda SS50 clone and now he rides it sporting L plates and met
up with a few other teens of his age riding 49cc moped rev & go scooters,
some of who have illegally tuned them up. I told Dylan not to do this
whilst his machine's under warranty and fortunately I found a dealer in the
next town to perform the service work and stamp his service book.

I also arranged for him to ride his rat bike at the Leisure track in the
next town which is also Quickstart's base of operations so he could put in
some running in miles which he thoroughly enjoys. Their boss is an old mate
of mine who soon realized that Dylan became a safe rider and arranged for
one of their instructors to fit L plates to his Chinese Honda SS50, equip
him with a two way radio and take him out on the road accompanying him on
one of the school's Honda CG125's using the two way radio to instruct him
and preparing him for his test although this did cost me giving him the
numbers picked by Lottocracker and swearing him to secrecy.



Ellen had never taken a motorcycle test and with my old 77 Honda CG125
languishing unused in my garage after Richard's spell of using it. Ellen
duly applied for her motorcycle entitlement and took her CBT on this
machine followed by on road tuition by two way radio accompanied by the
instructor's son riding an ex military Honda XR250. She agreed with me that
now was the time to do this as she was carrying her son's love child inside
her before her belly got too big.

Owing to her age, she could have easily started learning by the larger
capacity machine direct access route although riding the little Honda
wouldn't have made any difference.



We had a few nice days where Dylan rode his Chinese Honda SS50 clone to the
gentlemen's club up town parking it in their back yard and locking it with
a large padlock and chain. Vivian bought him an Alpinestars riding suit for
his birthday with his crash helmet, thinsulate riding gloves with wax
cotton overmitts, boots and seaboot socks to protect him from the weather
and spills.

He quickly found he had to remove his hair band before putting on his
jacket and crash helmet with his long flowing mane dangling inside his
jacket just so his crash helmet would fit which he very quickly got used
to.



His first client at the gentlemen's club was an upper sixth form student
from Eton College. Dylan soon found out that this club had students from
other top English public schools amongst its clientele. He arrived before
the start of his shift to be met by Henning, a long blond haired 15 year
old Danish boy with large puffy thimble sized nipples topping his B or C
cup breasts with his hair tied in a pony tail reaching down past his bottom
wearing only his black Eyeline nylon swim briefs who led him to the
changing room where he stripped down to only his black nylon swim briefs
and black see through underwired uplift bra giving his breasts an obscene
uplift prompting Henning's lustful looks of approval with a huge steel hard
leaking erection before placing his clothes into a locker and going out
into the back yard to smoke their cigarettes. Dylan rolled up his cigarette
using a metal rolling box with dark liquorice paper and Old Holborn tobacco
when Henning saw the parked moped asking "Is that your bike?"  .  .  .
"Yes, Mum bought it for me for when I turned 16,"

"It's not like any I've seen before, what is it?"

"It's a Chinese copy of a Honda SS50 sports moped from the 1970's"



They smoked their cigarettes whilst making small talk as Henning finally
adjusted Dylan's bra straps, it was the way his hands sensually glided over
his body cupping his breasts and stroking his huge nipples through the
tented out see through nylon of his bra which not only gave him a huge
leaking throbbing erection, his pussy under his balls leaked profusely
thoroughly soaking the gusset of his swim briefs when Henning caught the
heavenly aroma of his vaginal scents and gasped out loud.

"What the fuck are you? I can smell a girl's pussy, I should know having
fucked loads of girls, this is weird."

"Look, I'm what you call a freak of nature, a hermaphrodite if you like, a
boy with girl's breasts which make milk and a pussy under my balls, look!
I'll show you," Dylan dropped his swim briefs when Henning thrust his index
finger into his pussy, he wiggled it inside for a moment feeling it spasm
on his finger whilst his erect cock spat out a gob of pre-cum love juices
into his swim briefs when he pulled it out and sucked all the juices off
his finger saying. "Not bad, I see why they want you here."

Henning said. "As you can see, I am almost like you; the only thing missing
is a girl's pussy, that's what makes you special, the one in a million if
you like whereas my parents started me on puberty boosters at 11 which had
the effect of speeding up my growth, by the time I was 12 I had already
developed girl's breasts with large nipples with a six inch fat cock
shooting spunk by the gallon, lots of hair under my arms and especially
round my cock, my bush was so big that it stuck out above the waistband of
my swimming trunks and I started shaving my moustache."

Ivor, an older teenager wearing only a pair of bright red Eyeline nylon
swim briefs popped his head out the door saying.

"Come on you two, it's time to start working."

Henning whispered. "Give me your number and I'll text you."



Dylan knew right away that the older teenager leading him through the
building had bought those swim briefs from Vivian's erotic clothing website
begging the question of what else had he ordered. He led them to the
cafeteria and ordered their coffees with crackers and cheese, after having
consumed their snacks he led Dylan to his client who wore full motorcycle
gear with a black ex military 35 litre sized medium backpack holding his
crash helmet in a waiting room beside reception. The teenager led him to
the changing room to change out of his motorcycle gear when he finally
entered the waiting room accompanied by the scantily clad teenager wearing
a full Eton College uniform.

Dylan had already seen these uniforms before whilst out riding his moped
running in its engine and like Honda's original, his moped was certainly
proving itself as a dependable reliable trouble free machine which could
only add to his positive riding experiences, unlike mine when I was his
age.



Dylan knew he was in for an all night session with a sleepover in a double
bed and this blond haired blue eyed teenager who Dylan guessed at 18 had
chosen him from their secure encrypted and pass worded website, once they
were in their room, he called room service for a small bottle of champagne
of a similar size used by the airlines with caviar, this teenager certainly
had expensive tastes.

He slowly stripped off his uniform revealing a fully shaved deeply
suntanned muscular smooth body like the swimmer Adam Peaty with monstrous
pectorals encased within a matching red sheer bralette seriously tented out
by his thimble sized nipples on huge dark brown areolas with matching brief
style full panties containing his hugely fat 12 inch erect cock and ball
package with sheer black stockings held up with a black six strap suspender
belt which turned Dylan on like a light as he knew straight away that this
teenage hunk was one of Vivian's mail order customers.



He pulled the top covers off the bed leaving only the top sheet and glided
his hands over them feeling the silky smooth softness of the Nylon Tricot
material which met his satisfaction making a mental note to order a set for
his own bed at home, he climbed into bed with Dylan, pulled the top sheet
over them feeling the erotic sensations of his stockinged legs and feet
gliding over the nylon when they fell into a lover's embrace French kissing
and humping their nylon encased rock hard cocks into each other when he
began suckling Dylan's breasts through his bra drawing out his heavily
hormone laced sweet creamy elixir of love making him mewl like a kitten
whispering. "Your milk tastes delicious; I could drink gallons of this
stuff which I've heard is good for athletes like myself."

Dylan asked, "So, what sports do you do?"

"I'm a competitive swimmer."

"Surely you can have sex with the other members of your team."

"I do, especially with the younger ones, it's just that you have to be so
careful these days, especially when carelessness can cost you your career."

After draining Dylan's breasts, he gave him a breast milk tongue kiss
whispering.

"The next one will be a mouthful of my spunk."



He untied Dylan's tie cord and slid down his swim briefs which he kicked
down to the bottom of the bed then pulled down the waistband of his
panties, already soaked by gobs of his leaking pre-cum love juices, got on
top of him and slowly pushed his rock hard leaking throbbing cock into his
sopping wet pussy under his balls feeling the most amazing sensations of
fullness just like he does with Dylanne when he saw that his pubes and
treasure trail were professionally shaved to baby's bottom smoothness.

He began thrusting slowly into him hoping for a long session but thoughts
of his first ever time with a hermaphrodite overwhelmed him with lust and
despite saving his load for a week and filling his pussy with a dozen good
gushes of spunk, just like a younger teen he unloaded into him within a
minute so all he could do now was to eat out his pussy sucking in the
largest possible mixture of spunk and pussy juice and feed Dylan with a
very passionate kiss.



It was Dylan's turn to pound him with his nine inches of rock hard
throbbing leaking teen boy pole when he beckoned him to lie across the bed
to position himself with his ankles on his shoulders seeing breast milk
drops on the end of his huge wine bottle cork sized nipples which are the
biggest ones he's seen in his life although he's seen nipples like his on
porn movies when he scooped some off with a finger and fed to him.

Dylan's cock slid into him with such ease, he knew right away that this
teen's certainly no stranger to huge monster cocks and guessed rightly why
he chose to come here except Dylan certainly had a surprise waiting for him
in the sheer size of his load and despite his youth he would certainly
outlast him.

Whilst thrusting into him, he sensually massaged his nipples quickly
finding out that not only were they extremely sensitive, they were also
hard wired to his big balls making them tingle like crazy which had him
writhing and convulsing overcome with sensations knowing he could bring on
orgasms, some of which are spectacular by just this alone which he has
experience of having made teenage schoolboys come into their underwear and
girls having gushing orgasms into their panties, all just through his
nipple ministrations through their school uniform shirts and blouses even
it they wore their bras underneath.



Dylan felt his simultaneous orgasms building up to a shattering crescendo
and when he finally exploded, he spent the next few minutes just unloading
huge well spaced out gushes of spunk into his rear pussy hole during which
his pussy gushed four times spraying his juices down his legs whilst
screaming in pleasure with breast milk dribbling out of his nipples and his
clear arse juices leaking out of his rear pussy hole and when his orgasms
finally subsided he licked out his rear pussy hole and gave him a very
sensuous tongue kiss with a mouthful of spunk and when he tasted and
swallowed it, he said.

"You have the best tasting spunk on this planet, who's feeding you and
what's your secret?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary, it's just mum but she reckons I'm a very
special person."

"I'll say, after that I'm starving, I'll order a meal, what are you
having?"

"I'll have a Chinese," .  .  .  "And so will I."



Henning brought them their meals on a silver service trolley with two small
bottles of white wine in an ice bucket and served their meals. Dylan's
client grasped his nylon encases rock hard erection and gave him a £20
tip concealing a notelet asking him to return later that night which he
stuffed down his swim briefs then left.

Having wined and dined together, Henning took the serving trolley away
before returning to the room when Dylan took out his Corsair Survivor
waterproof USB flash drive, booted up his Tokyo Spider laptop using
Bluetooth to watch the videos taken on the island during the summer which
certainly caught his client's interest which he saw as a place where
anything goes as the video portrayed it as an island of sex, nudity and
weed smoking especially when he saw the videos of those year 11 students
proudly known as the skinwalkers including their she-male junior teacher
living carefree totally naked as well as their regular round the island
naked swims.

The videos also fuelled Henning's interest with lust. Being Danish, he was
totally used to nudity having lived that lifestyle walking naked around the
house with bouncing jiggling breasts thereby dispelling any hang-ups he may
have about sex sporting a rock hard log like nine inch cock seriously
tenting out his swim briefs.

Henning struck up a friendship with Dylan straight away knowing the amazing
sex he would be having during sleepovers with him which, initially
unbeknown to Dylan, his client had paid for him to spend the night with
them.

Henning reached into his small shoulder bag and rolled up three joints
using up an entire self sealing transparent wrap between them which gave
them a nice hit owing to the lower strength of the weed although he could
well have used skunkweed which would have put them out for the night.



Henning had brought along three pink see through silky nylon baby-doll
nighties to put on when they finally got into bed. He removed his hair band
placing it on the bedside cabinet next to a small travel alarm clock when
both himself and Dylan got into bed either side of their client and began
kissing and caressing him including sucking on both his nipples at the same
time with their hands alternating between gliding on his stockinged thighs,
gripping his huge rock hard cock and thumbing both the underside of his
glans and piss slit through the silky nylon of his swim briefs which became
thoroughly soaked with his pre-cum love juices.

Dylan had already taken his day's supply of contraceptive pills which also
have the side effect of adding to his breast growth although his main
reason for taking them is the freedom of regularly taking loads of cocks up
his snatch gushing their loads of spunk into him giving him the pleasure of
it flooding back out soaking the gusset of his swim briefs having already
spent many schooldays sat in classrooms with spunk soaked swim briefs under
his school uniform trousers with the heavenly aroma of fresh spunk and
pussy juice wafting around him giving those sat near to him a whiff of his
heavenly scents whilst the other students in his form are also seeing his
large breast milk wet spots on his school uniform shirt



Dylan stripped naked and straddled his client facing his head slowly
feeding his monster cock inside his already leaking snatch feeling his gob
of pre-cum love juices gushing into him, aided by the clenching of his
vaginal muscles. This was the icing on the cake he's been waiting for and
his recharged breasts began copiously dripping his breast milk which
trickled down his chest finally accumulating on his pubes as he rode him
with a pleasing motion whilst massaging and squeezing his hard engorged
leaking nipples occasionally brushing aside his long flowing locks draped
over and sensually caressing his client squeezing a breast for a well aimed
squirt at his mouth which he licked off like a small child eating melted
chocolate on a hot day.

It was his experience of taking huge numbers of cocks up his snatch which
gave him the experience of edging which he did to good effect despite his
pussy gushing and plastering his package, after several goes at edging him,
it became impossible for him to hold back with his violently pulsing cock
triggering his own simultaneous highly intense crashing gushing orgasms
with breast milk spraying out of his nipples like water pistols as Henning
fought desperately to catch some in a glass whilst sucking on the remaining
nipple. All this was happening whilst his pussy was being flooded with a
hot load of gushing spunk.

Henning took a big mouthful of his heavily hormone laced breast milk from
the glass which is known to accelerate puberty in younger teens and even 11
or 12 year olds and passed it to the client to drink the rest whilst they
relaxed waiting for Dylan to ride him.



Dylan wondered if his breast milk would also accelerate further changes in
Henning who he saw as a prime candidate for bringing on his milk, what he
needed was a large vacuum flask to transport his ice cold breast milk
whilst traveling on future visits and sent Ellen a text asking her to find
one on ebay.

She logged on and quickly found a large stainless steel Aladdin's Stanley
two pint item with just minutes to run with a £5 starting bid with no
bids and a £5 shipping fee. She quickly logged onto a bid-sniper using
my rule of thumb to bid at least twice the starting bid and placed her bid
with baited breath.

Moment's later she won the auction as the sole bidder and sent this text.

`Dylan my love, I just bought your flask off ebay, it's fucking huge, why
do you want this one as you already have one?'

Dylan replied. `I need it to transport cold milk to the gent's club next
week & mine's too small.'

A smile came to Ellen's face as she thought to herself.

`It's nice to know there's others out there who want our breast milk,' when
she chuckled.

Within minutes Dylan was ready to start riding Henning and with it he would
also experience his long flowing blond locks sensually draping over his
body like a veil with a very sensuous caress despite Henning's own long
flowing blond mane covering his eyes when he chuckled as he thought about a
joke a school friend told him about his Old English sheepdog's face covered
in hair so he can't see the faults of his owner.



Dylan straddled him and slowly guided his 10 inches of red bull can sized
teenage schoolboy throbbing leaking pole with a huge bulbous head into his
profusely leaking snatch under his balls and rode him with his leaking
breasts bouncing and jiggling in time to his pleasing motion whilst his
vaginal muscles worked on his cock to start edging him and scooping beads
of breast milk off his leaking nipples feeding them into his eager mouth,
after a few drops of his precious heavily hormone laced elixir his cock
became like a rod of iron inside his snatch whilst also feeling for his
first time a lovely orgasmic sensation building inside his breasts.



Dylan constantly wished his breasts would produce their goods and he knew
from his mum that whenever he breast feeds a person, his milk is tailored
exactly to that person's requirements. It was his thoughts and wishes
inside his brain causing his breast milk to be overloaded with prolactin
and he'll be feeding a lot more into his hungry mouth before the night's
over when he sensed his breasts were filling up with his heavenly tasting
hormone laden elixir of love especially for Henning.

He managed to edge him twice when sheer lust drove him to finally explode
with his biggest ever load of spunk to date and when he came his orgasm
reached such intensity he was screaming his head off, thankfully the room
was soundproofed for that reason in a building used to the sounds of
screaming shattering orgasms. This brought on Dylan's simultaneous orgasms
with spunk flying out of his cock in long powerful squirting jets, his
pussy gushing several times, clear arse juices leaking out of his rear
pussy hole and breast milk spraying over Henning when he quickly pulled out
and began breast feeding him as a torrent of spunk and pussy juice ran out
from his pussy onto the bed sheets.



Henning certainly drank his fill and fell asleep straight away leaving
Dylan to straddle and ride his client who drank his breast milk from his
other breast whilst Henning was drinking his. He slowly fed his hugely fat
rock hard 10 inches of teenage pole into his snatch and brushed his hair to
his front to dangle and sensually glide over their bodies, his breasts
bounced and jiggled adding to the pleasing motions on his cock as his rock
hard leaking nipples were sensually teased by his dangling long flowing
locks adding to the sensations building up inside his balls whilst edging
his client to another highly intense shattering orgasm when his cock
hardened even more filling his snatch right up. His vaginal muscles worked
like crazy on his violently twitching cock just seconds before a huge gush
of spunk flooded into him like a fire hose followed by several well spaced
gushes and his cock blasting spunk across the room as his gushing pussy
juices gushed out in several torrents plastering his junk whilst his arse
juices pumped out and leaked onto his legs and bed sheets.



This was followed by them falling into a lover's embrace kissing and
cuddling each other despite their continuing after leakages when the
bedside phone rang. The client ordered two bottles of ice cold beer which
was brought up by the teenage lad wearing red Eyeline nylon swim briefs
wheeling a serving trolley with the beer in an ice bucket which he poured
into glasses then opened up a leather pouch and rolled up three joints as
Henning was now dead to the world.

The teenager introduced himself as Ivor Smallwood, the boss's 18 year old
son, definitely a surname which was his exact opposite judging by the huge
bulge packing out his red nylon swim briefs.

Dylan re-ran the videos shot on the island stored on his Corsair survivor
waterproof USB flash drive on the large flat screen TV whilst all three
made small talk peaking lots of interest from Ivor as well as his client
who summed up the videos as truly amazing. Dylan had so much to tell which
only fuelled them begging to visit the island, a problem with myself in
Australia for the winter months. Rick had moored somewhere on the Oxford
canal to avoid the river's winter floods which sometimes floods the island
leaving Vivian who fortunately can borrow the ex Honda UK Mercedes sprinter
van off Jordan, another old flame from the past who now heads the team of
mechanics at the local film crew who, when not busy prepares the museum's
vehicles for TV appearances and events.



Dylan tried visualizing the logistics of camping on the island in cold
weather with frosts during the night, a river too cold to swim in with the
warmest part of the days around lunchtime. Ivor, being an ex army cadet
certainly knew how to live out in the field but even his solution seemed
far fetched despite knowing the whereabouts of an old ex army bell tent of
WW2 vintage which hadn't seen use for many years which would definitely
suffice except it would require a wood fuelled tent stove as well but the
main problem which reared its head was the use of a boat to ferry our group
with their equipment &c on and off the island.

Even though there was three in a bed and Ivor left the room, they did
manage a good night's sleep with the client leaving early the next morning
to ride back to Eton for swimming training having a mug of coffee with a
slice of toast before he left whilst Henning's presence was required in the
kitchen with Ivor who thankfully served Dylan a proper filling breakfast
after he showered and stripped the bed of its sex fluid stained
sheets. Dylan finally left the building with a fat envelope of cash in his
pocket and arrived home just after mid morning just as the courier arrived
with his vacuum flask.



After he unpacked it, Ellen thoroughly inspected it and checked its
stainless steel insert finding it clean inside without any tea or coffee
stains despite the exterior showing marks and scratches through decades of
use, she decided to wash it out with hot water and washing up liquid using
a stiff bottle cleaning brush, rinsed it out then refilled it with very hot
water with bicarbonate of soda, screwed on the cap, vigorously shook the
flask then left it to stand for several hours.



Meanwhile he sent me an email setting out his interest of winter camping on
the island. I saw that he had envisaged most of the issues correctly and
wished I was still in the UK to organize it for him. All I could do at this
stage was to forward the email onto both Vivian and Justin and await their
replies.

Ivor popped into his army cadet unit which was managed by a live in
caretaker. After a tea and biscuit he asked about the old bell tent. The
caretaker looked at him quizzically saying.

"I don't think it's here any more, they haven't used it for years and there
was once talk about selling it, come on; let's see if it's still here."

He led Ivor to the store room which was stacked out with webbing, mess
kits, ponchos and even an old Soyer stove dating from WW1, the store room
resembled a well stocked army surplus store yet after searching the bell
tent proved elusive when the caretaker said.

"I know where it might be, it it's anywhere it's probably up in the loft."

They climbed up stairs to the upper floor of the building, through a door
which led to an old iron staircase leading up to a door. He tried his keys
finding one which unlocked the door entering the loft finding everything
covered in dust and cobwebs. It became clear that no one has been up here
for many years after the caretaker found the light switch and turned it on.

It took only seconds for Ivor to realize that whatever the loft contained
was put up here for another day then forgotten about despite six years
having passed since he saw the tent erected when he found the huge valise
containing the tent and beside it was the thick wooden poles and a second
valise containing the pegs and mallet, any attempt at picking up the heavy
valise thwarted him as he uttered. "Shit, this lot weighs a ton, how the
fuck are we going to shift it?"

The caretaker replied. "If you know someone who wants it, give me a call
before you bring them here and I suggest you get a few good strong lads
together to give you a hand."

Ivor sent Dylan a text saying. `I've just had a look and the tent's still
here; can you bring a large van once the committee has given the go ahead
for the sale to take place?'

A week had passed by when Dylan received a text from Ivor which read.

`Dylan, just to let you know, the committee has agreed the sale of the bell
tent. However they have stipulated to sell it by public auction on ebay,
sorry but it's the best I can do, regards - I S.'

Dylan searched on ebay and quickly found the tent with a starting bid of
99p, the listing also stated in blue print. `Reserve not met' and showed
the listing to his mum who replied.

"My love, whoever's selling this really does know what its worth; forward
that listing to Tom asking him for his opinion," he typed out a short email
and sent it. He could only wait for his reply owing to the 11 hour time
difference.



A few days later Dylan awoke to seeing everywhere coated with a white
frost, he knew that meant cold weather and asked his mum to drive him to
school. Thankfully the central heating and hot water which is set on a
timer started in time to warm the house and heat the water. She mentally
thanked her husband for having the foresight for installing a Baxi back
boiler unit and leaving the fireplace in the living room with its original
back boiler untouched with both linked to the hot water tank which was also
fitted with an immersion heater.

She lit the fire first thing before taking their showers together, only
this was just another one of those times he woke up to another one of his
periods and thoroughly washed out his snatch, after drying himself he put
on his tampon and pad, packed spares into his backpack and dressed into his
school uniform for breakfast.



They left the house into icy cold air and even getting into her car was
like sitting inside a fridge which seemed to take ages for the heater to
warm up the inside of the car. Pleasant memories of wearing his raunchy see
through school uniform items was now a thing of the past for the duration
of the winter, now his entire school uniform consisted of regular store
bought items with a comfortably fitting bra padded out with nursing pads,
thick woolen socks, cotton bottle green netball knickers as underwear with
an identical nylon pair to wear with his tee shirt for the morning's PE
session indoors which was a game of basketball.

Dylanne was instrumental in assisting him in applying for his Australian
visitor's visa and booking him onto the same flight as herself for a return
flight to Melbourne, Australia during the Christmas holidays which he
eagerly looked forward to if only to briefly escape the British winter for
fun in the sun and by the end of the week Ellen had won the bid on the
British army WW2 bell tent after placing her bid on Tom's recommendation
which arrived by courier a few days later and provided the river wasn't in
flood, the group could winter camp on the island during the coming February
half term.



After school that day Ellen picked him up from school and waiting for him
was both Stella and Dylanne to give him another session of
binaural/subliminal sounds with his ASMR massage followed by evening meals
then driven to the local art college who engaged him as an artists life
model having snapped him up when they learned that he was a true
hermaphrodite who has now blossomed into a very attractive teenage girl
with a huge cock and this was to be his first session where he took a
totally still pose in the nude.

Fortunately, Dylan was OK with his body, not so the art students who were
in their late teens with the lads cocks erecting and leaking their pre-cum
love juices into their underwear and the girls' pussies leaking profusely
into their panties with their nipples hardening and poking out their
blouses aided by Dylan's pheromones wafting around the room, mixing with
the scents of leaking sex organs and they certainly noticed beads of breast
milk appearing at the tips of his nipples with a trickle of his pussy juice
running down his thigh as he was laid down on an old couch in a sleeping
position on his side.

By Friday the weather warmed up enough for Dylan's train ride into London
to the Gent's club wearing a tiny bottle green micro skirt with bottle
green see through stockings and black six strap suspenders, high heeled
shoes, red Eyeline nylon swim briefs with a red see through underwired
uplift bra under his see through white long sleeve blouse with his
unbuttoned bottle green blazer sporting a Windsor girls' school badge
thanks to Vivian supplying him with a Windsor girl's school uniform
carrying his Tokyo Spider laptop in his leather satchel, black British army
backpack with her overnight requirements and the two pint vintage Aladdin
Stanley vacuum flask containing ice cold breast milk, a large squeeze
bottle of Rowse's honey, a packet of British Airways coffee and a two litre
Tupperware container of breast milk cheese.



He had previously sent the email to Ivor containing the recipe for British
Airways small brown bread rolls with instructions stating who supplies
their baking dishes which their cooks soon got down to a fine art in baking
them correctly. It was the breast milk cheese they were waiting for.

Dylan confidently walked the short distance from the tube station through
the London streets looking like a slutty teenage schoolgirl wishing he wore
his cocksock briefs instead which are inside his backpack together with his
black Eyeline nylon swim briefs and reminded himself to wear them on the
return journey the following day. On entering the building Ivor's face
beamed in astonishment at the slutty looking schoolgirl in disbelief which
gave him an instantaneous rock hard cock inside his red Eyeline nylon swim
briefs as that's all he was wearing as he led him to the changing room to
change into his black Eyeline swim briefs and matching black see through
underwired uplift bra.



He passed Ivor the vacuum flask, coffee, honey and container of cheese
which he took to the kitchen then he served a nicely cooked Chinese lobster
chow mien, a speciality dish which may have originated from Nantucket in
the USA? which is a dish only served by top restaurants which their kitchen
excelled in producing, thanks to Ivor's input and having been wined and
dined, Ivor and Dylan rolled up their joints using a Rizla rolling box and
smoked them before he led him to the changing room, opened his locker
taking out a large cardboard box containing a slutty schoolgirl's uniform
consisting of a tiny tartan hipster micro skirt, pink nylon full frilly
panties with a matching see through underwired uplift bra which gave his
breasts the most obscene uplift ever under one of Vivian's see through
short sleeve blouses with a school tie, fully fashioned see through white
stockings held up with a black eight strap suspender belt, high gloss black
knee high boots carrying an old school leather satchel containing a 20 pack
of Capstan full strength navy cut cigarettes, a Rizla rolling box
containing cigarette papers, a tobacco pouch containing Old Holborn tobacco
and wraps of weed, a cigarette holder which was about a foot long, a solid
brass Zippo lighter and his phone. Lastly Ivor brushed Dylan's long flowing
blond locks, trimmed and painted his nails, applied lipstick, perfume and
eye shadow then led him to the waiting area to meet his client, a high
profile teenage footballer and led him to his room for the night.



They met into a lover's embrace on entering the room exchanging tongue
kisses and putting lipstick onto the footballer's lips. Dylan had certainly
met with his approval and his appearance compared to the club's website
photos certainly exceeded his expectations having searched far and wide for
a hermaphrodite only to turn up those generally known as old slappers,
prostitutes who've been on the game before either of them was even born
then hitting the jackpot the moment he saw Dylan's profile and photos in
the member's section knowing his services for the night would be costing
him a fortune, pin money, a drop in the ocean from his monstrous earnings
which also comes from advertising revenue &c enabling him to drive a
Ferrari at 18.

Dylan met him wearing an expensive hand tailored Saville Row suit which he
still had on albeit the jacket was now unbuttoned. He stood six foot with
closely cropped black hair, button nose with a polished white tooth smile,
evidence of his regular tooth polishing by his private dental
practice. Underneath his clothes was an extremely fit moderately muscled
well suntanned teenager sporting dark thimble sized nipples giving his
white silk shirt the most amazing nipple pokies beating those of most women
topping large pectorals and washboard stomach all of which are easily seen
through his shirt.



Dylan sensually stripped him of his clothes and placed them into hangers
revealing his sheer black tights under his trousers which he took off with
the greatest of care seeing he also wore heavily spunk stained Eyeline
nylon swim briefs as underwear tented out by eight inches of rock hard
prime young man's cock.

He too stripped Dylan naked asking.

"Do you mind if I call you Dylanne whilst we're together?"

"Please do, between us I should have been named Dylanne in the first place
although Dylan is also a girl's name."

"I didn't know that, you learn something new every day."

Dylan knelt down and his mouth went straight to his cock sucking out and
cleaning its huge round head with an elongated piss slit of his pre-cum
love juices which had filled up his piss slit and was dripping onto the
carpet. Dylan's pussy juices were also leaking out in anticipation of the
cock about to be plunged into his pussy under his balls and bade him to lie
on the bed then straddling him facing his head. He slowly guided his cock
into his leaking snatch which had already oozed down his inner thighs
whilst his huge cock was dripping his pre-cum love juices onto his stomach
and breast milk began trickling out of his monstrously huge nipples like
leaking taps down his chest when he also felt his clear arse juices oozing
out of his rear pussy hole accompanied by his withdrawal cravings which
could only be satisfied by having a cock pounding into his rear pussy hole.



He rode the youngster with a pleasing motion whilst massaging his breasts
and nipples wetting the palms of his hands and his fingers with leaking
breast milk, licking them clean and also feeding some to his client for the
night as well as massaging and pinching his nipples and sometimes wanking
his own cock for a few strokes which brought the player to a highly intense
shattering orgasm as he felt his cock twitching wildly gushing spunk deep
inside his snatch in several rapid powerful gushes bringing on his highly
intense simultaneous crashing orgasms with spunk flying out of his cock
hitting the wall above the headboard and spraying him with warm sweet
breast milk. After pulling out, he licked him clean, gave him a breast milk
tongue kiss then called room service asking for Ivor to bring up the
package.

He entered the room wearing only his red swim briefs wheeling a serving
trolley with the vacuum flask containing cold breast milk, a jar of honey,
British Airways coffee and small buttered breast milk cheese rolls. Ivor
said.

"This is our house speciality, the flask contains mother's milk from which
is made the cheese, both of which have come from your partner's and his
mum's breasts bearing in mind they had to really work at it to produce a
litre in fairly short notice which has been ordered by some of our loyal
customers, I trust you will like it," he plugged in the Breville stainless
steel kettle with its loud jet like roar to quickly boil the water then
served the coffees and cheese rolls.

After sampling the coffee and a roll, the player said.

"This coffee is truly amazing and as for the cheese, how much of this can
you get? As I know of others who may be interested." Ivor replied.

"At this stage, all I can do is forward the recipes to you by email,
supplies are rare and demand is high."



After coffee, Ivor passed the player the lube to lube up his cock and
Ivor's teen boy hole ready to accept his invading cock hoping his balls
have already recharged with spunk knowing that Dylan's turn would come
later. He positioned himself over the bed just as the player pushed his
cock into his gaping rear pussy hole which despite the huge girth of his
cock, it slid in with ease. He began thrusting into Ivor like a possessed
rapist just like he does with some of his team mates whenever they're
staying at hotels holding him by his hips when several minutes later he
unloaded a smaller load into Ivor's rear pussy hole followed by him licking
his spunk out of Ivor's rear pussy hole and giving him a spunk laden tongue
kiss. After taking a shower, Ivor left the room seeing Dylan breast feeding
the player when Dylan's phone rang with Roberta on the other end saying.



"Hi Dylan, something's came up, that second laptop has become available as
the original owner refuses to accept it back owing to its tarnished
browsing history, however he has agreed to sell it and my colleagues have
had a whip round which has been transferred straight to his account and
I've arranged to have it couriered to your house. Our tech department has
checked it and they tell me it's a cracker, Dylan, trust me, you're a lucky
boy to be getting this one. They've transferred all the files onto a USB
storage device for you, re-formatted it and reset it to the factory
settings; they tell me its ideal for your school work."

Dylan was loudly whooping for joy babbling. "How can I ever thank you lot,
especially after all you've done for me, it's thanks to you lot that I'm
still here." Then the call ended. The player said.

"Sounds like someone has just made your day."

"You could say that, it's been a very long story, now, where were we," as
they fell into a lover's embrace between the silky smooth nylon tricot
sheets feeling the heavenly sensations of fullness as his client's rock
hard leaking twitching cock slipped into his already sopping wet snatch.



The end.