Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2002 00:25:48 +0100
From: canadianpilot2002@hotmail.com
Subject: Boy Vacations Inc. Part One

BOY VACATIONS INC.
by
CanadianPilot
Codes: M/b Oral Fant
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WARNING:

This story contains vivid descriptions of male adults engaging in sexual
liaison with male minors. If such material offends you, or if you are below
the legal age of consent in your locality, please stop reading here.

This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real world events is purely
coincidental.

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CHAPTER I:
STOPOVER AT HEATHROW

 'Bravo-Victor-Zero-Niner-Three; Cleared for landing, runway 09L. Vacate
right at sierra, Winds 110 at 5 knots.' The monotonal tower controller
droned over the radio.

'Cleared to land, runway 09L, vacate right onto sierra taxiway, winds
copied. Bravo-Victor-Zero-Niner-Three' I replied, keeping the heavy 747
aligned with the runway, and on it's glideslope. My co-pilot, Marc, gently
pulled back on the four throttle levers, and the engines quietened. Moments
later, the landing gear touched the asphalt, and I lowered the nosewheel
onto the runway.

 A few minutes later, Marc had taken control, and was taxiing the heavy
bird to the stand. I picked up the intercom handset, and pressed the button
to address the passengers.

'Good Evening everybody, this is your captain again. Welcome to London
Heathrow - we are currently taxiing to our gate. You will be collected by
cars to bring you home. We hope the rest of your excursion is pleasurable,
and thank you for flying with Boy Vacations.'

 We arrived at our gate, which attached to the Boy Vacations Building. I
left Marc to proceed with the shutting down of the engines, and, clad in my
dark blue jacket, I strolled downstairs to meet the disembarking
passengers. These passengers were worth the platitude. These were people
who paid upwards of half a million dollars for their vacation. These people
had just spent weeks at Boy Vacation's various resorts, all over the
world. They were all men, and although some brought their sons, none were
coming back from a 'family holiday'. These men were paying to have sex with
boys. It was that simple. We brought them to a resort, they had boys at
their disposal, and we brought them back. And they paid. They paid well.

 As for me - my name is Claude Ericksonn. At the time this story is set, I
was 29 years old. My father was the sole shareholder of Boy Vacations, and
I worked as a pilot. Needless to say, the job paid well, and seeing as I
was sole heir to the entire company, I wasn't complaining. The company
owned five small islands, brothels around the world for our 'cheaper'
customers, and large boy resorts in the Americas, Europe and Australia. It
also owned many aircraft, ranging from large 747's to Learjets and Cessnas
for executive and VIP use. In all, it was a multi billion dollar company.


 Instead of average, run-of-the-mill flight attendants, Boy Vacations used
the older boys (14-16) as stewards. They wore no uniforms, and served the
passengers (in all conceivable ways) naked.

 After the aircraft was locked up and the boys were escorted to the
dormitories to rest, I walked down the docking jetty into the Boy Vacations
terminal. The waiting areas were expensively decorated, and attendants,
similar to the boys on the plane, stood in various areas, to assist the
customers. The waiting area was moderately busy today - there was a flight
departing in three hours for one of our islands, and most of the customers
liked to arrive early, to make the most of the facilities. Coincidentally,
I was captaining that flight.

 I took the elevator to my office on the top floor. The office doubled as a
penthouse apartment, and the exterior walls were made of glass, to allow me
to look over the airport. I met my personal attendant, Steve, a nine year
old boy. I had picked him as my personal attendant two years ago, when my
previous attendant entered puberty. Steve did everything for me, from
taking calls and arranging my schedule, to pleasing me sexually. As such, I
considered him more important than the other boys, so he got to sleep with
me, he got paid, and he was allowed to wear clothes when we were in
public. He was more like a son than an attendant, and I treated him like
that. He called me 'Daddy' and I called him 'Son'. I was actually in the
process of adopting him, so he would be mine, instead of belonging to the
company, like the other boys.

'Good morning, sweetheart.' I greeted him, smiling.

'Hiya daddy!' He exclaimed, his naked body running towards me, to hug me. I
picked him up.

'Any calls?'

'Yep. Mr. Wilkinson rang to ask if you could pick him up tomorrow. I booked
him in for nine o'clock in the morning. He'll be at JFK. I booked one of
the drivers too.' He told me, referring to our best customer,
Mr. Wilkinson, who spent his money carelessly, usually with us at the
receiving end.

'Good boy. Did you book one of the Learjets?'

'No daddy, he wanted to be picked up in the special 747. I booked it. He
says he'll pay us more.' He replied. I was delighted - the special 747 was
fitted out like a house - no, a palace inside, instead of like a normal
aircraft. It had separate rooms, comfortable beds, offices, lounges. It was
reserved for our top customers.

'Good. You know what that means?'

'What?'

'It means you get a bonus.' I said, placing ten one hundred dollar bills
into his pocket. (Heathrow was only a hub, our headquarters were in New
York, and we spent most of our time there.)

'Thank you daddy!' he grinned 'Lunch is cooking. Do you want to go to bed?'

'You bet, lover.' I said, carrying him into the bedroom.

 I removed my constricting uniform, and lay down on the king size bed. The
bedroom was more of a bed 'area', because the whole apartment was open
plan. Through the windows, I could see aircraft taking off and landing. I
pulled Steve onto me, and we lay like that, hugging, for a few
moments. Steve instinctively slid down, so that he was lying beside me, his
head adjacent to my seven inch uncut cock. He played with it briefly,
fondling my balls and jacking me off.

'Good boy, son. Daddy doesn't have much time. Will you give me a BJ?'

'Of course, daddy.' he said, before wrapping his cute little mouth around
the head of my raging hardon. His tongue danced around the head, before
licking up and down the shaft, and sucking my balls. Then, he got down to
business. He took my cock in almost to the base. The stimulation his little
mouth was giving me was unbelievable.

'I'm going to cum soon, sweetie.' I moaned. He grunted, as he pulled my
cock out so only the head was in his mouth. He concentrated on the
underside of my now sensitive glans.

'Oh god - suck daddy off - oh God yeah!' I said, coating the inside of my
boy's mouth with thick semen, which he swallowed obediently. I lay there,
with Steve licking the cum off of my cock.

'Good boy, Stevie. Go and get dressed, OK, you're coming on my next
flight. After we drop these customers off, we'll continue on to New York.'
I told Steve.

'Yes, daddy.' He said, walking to his wardrobe and selecting a suit, almost
identical to mine, but with no stripes on the epaulettes. This signified
that he ranked higher than the other boys, and the fact that he was allowed
to wear clothing at all made him special.

 I dressed myself, and we went over to the office area of the Penthouse. I
sat at my desk, checking my email, and Steve sat on the edge of the desk,
leaving momentarily to fetch our lunch. After checking some financial
statements, which, as always, were returning extremely positive reports, we
ate lunch, and decided to go ahead to the plane, even though it wouldn't
depart for another hour.

 We exited the elevator at the boarding level, the same level I had gone
through a few hours earlier, and walked to a gate at the far end. There was
an Airbus A340 waiting at the gate, and the waiting area was packed with
eager customers, who flicked through the leather-bound photo albums of the
resorts and the boys, and others who were more 'hands-on' with the
attendants.

 Although he was younger than most of the boys, I couldn't help but notice
that Steve had no problems barking orders to the attendants, and that they
always obeyed him. He fit into his role perfectly. After talking to a few
customers, and meeting my first officer for this flight, a man called
Kieran, we boarded the aircraft, telling the attendant at the gate not to
let anybody board until we notified him.

 The aircraft, as luxurious as could be expected, would be taking us to a
small island in the Caribbean, before myself, Kieran and Steve would travel
to New York on it, alone.

TO BE CONTINUED......

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As this is my first venture into the world of erotic literature, I'd
appreciate comments on this story before jumping into another chapter. You
can email me at canadianpilot2002@hotmail.com - no flames please.