Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 20:23:46 +0000
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Dreamflight (adult-youth)

				Dreamflight

This story is a fiction fantasy, it's more about those places our minds may
visit if there are such places, where fantasy may become reality, where
lines may be crossed, perhaps it's some one you know or care about, enjoy
the flight to those places where maybe we can only dream about?, signed
Vintagespeedoboy.

The Dreamflight charity operates an annual flight in conjunction with
British Airways to give sick & disabled children a holiday which for them
is the adventure of a lifetime leaving them with memories to treasure for
the rest of their lives, in part this story is dedicated to those willing
volunteers & to British Airways who make this happen.

For Nifty to also make our stories happen which we are leaving behind as a
legacy for the future please send them a contribution for which you will
receive a hearty thank you from them.



I returned from working an early shift at the local leisure centre having
been called in as I'm on their casual list even though I'm retired & just
spend my time tinkering with motorcycles, it was now the start of the
summer holidays & the swimming pool had been very busy bordering on being
hectic, the managers of the centre had been frantically calling everyone on
their list to make up the staff numbers & ensure the safety of the public
in the pool.

Coming out from there was a huge relief what with kids flouting all the
rules, the continuous loud sounds of the maelstrom of human voices,
lifeguards blowing their whistles to get the attention of some recalcitrant
youngster & of course young Jimmy was there enjoying himself even though I
had to tick him off a few times & he always looks at me with a devilishly
devious smile.

I called into our local parade of shops to buy a few things & there he was
waiting for me with a ?5 note in his hand asking me with his usual cheek.

"Please Tom, can you get me a packet of fags while your in there," as he
pressed the fiver into my hand with that cheeky smile of his & those lovely
blue eyes, I bought my shopping with the kid's fags & cycled home on my old
Raleigh Outland old school mountain bike, Jimmy always meets me in the
local park for his fags which I remove from my back pack & gave to him,
every time I tell him that at 12 years of age he shouldn't be smoking &
definitely not cadging an adult to buy them for him, in a way it's probably
better for me to buy them rather than a stranger who might either run off
with his fiver or may even turn out to be someone from trading standards,
he immediately lit up his fag taking a couple of deep pulls then gave me a
huge hug, planted me with loads of kisses & stood on tiptoes putting his
crotch to mine, I could feel that his cock was as hard as a nail.

The rest of the evening was uneventful & I retired for the night with my
mind travelling off to those realms of peace or horror, the next time I saw
Jimmy outside the shops I cried my heart out, he was sat in a wheelchair as
both his legs had been amputated, even though he's the cheekiest lad on the
planet, I was friends with his late father until he died, now he has only
his mum to care for him, somehow I managed to clear the huge lump in my
throat, wipe away the tears & ask.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"I was run over by a hit & run driver whilst on my bike, the doctors
couldn't save my legs & mum's been crying her eyes out all the time,"
somehow Jimmy's strengths have turned from being the cheeky little blighter
to another person altogether, depression & melancholy had set in, the
cheeky smile I knew was gone, those attributes which made me feel like
braining him were gone, somehow I had to help him, to give him a purpose, a
meaning to his life, to prove to him that there is a life to enjoy, a gift
so precious that once it's gone, it's gone so I made a pledge to him
saying.

"Jimmy, I don't bloody care what it takes; I'm going to give you the
holiday you've never had, the holiday of a lifetime so help me god."

At that moment a beam of sunlight came through the clouds lighting up all
around us with its warming rays, I wheeled my bike beside him as he
propelled his wheelchair to his mum's flat having to stop as the strength
in his arms hadn't yet built up, we arrived there & he opened the door with
his key, we entered & he was highly determined to make the tea.

As we sat there talking I told her of my quest to help the lad, of how I
know a lot of people in a lot of circles & in a way I felt confident that I
could pull this off, I had to do it for the lad's sake, my mobile phone
rang with Vivian from the Honda dealer at his workshop confirming my
availability to work on the Saturday which was OK, I asked him for his
advice telling him about Jimmy, his reply is what started the ball rolling
when he replied.

"Look Tom, you've always been known as someone who'll go that extra mile to
help someone, I know that having a lovely kid who's close to you maimed
like that is a right bitch, I would seriously try & apply for a placement
on Dreamflight, it'll be the best thing anyone can do for him."

That phone call is what I needed, Vivian gave me the right guidance & now
it was up to me to deliver the goods for Jimmy, fate had thrown down the
gauntlet & I chose to be his champion picking up the gauntlet & accepting
the challenge which would indeed prove to be a difficult one, one which
would take sheer guts, determination, my very character challenged & it
would involve the media, local businesses, press & radio, I had to do it
for Jimmy's sake.

Firstly I had to tell Jimmy what Dreamflight was all about which
encompasses visits to Disneyworld Florida, the seaside, Islands of
adventure, Seaworld where he would swim with dolphins & Universal studios,
fortunately he was a good swimmer in primary school & his first year in
secondary, having watched him swim in the pool I knew he wasn't afraid of
the water, it was a good starting point but to swim without legs was
another matter altogether, for him to swim would require specially made
prosthetic limbs fitted with flippers which he would have to learn to use,
he also needed his passport to travel, there were other issues to overcome,
there was also the process of registering as a legal guardian, I started
the first item by applying for his passport then we had a good talk.

"Jimmy, we are going to send you off on a great adventure, you will travel
on a huge Jumbo jet to Orlando in America where you'll go to Disneyworld,
you will swim with dolphins, you will go to the seaside, you will see Cape
Canaveral where they launched all the spaceships, you will see the Saturn 5
rocket which took men to the moon, there's so many things you'll be doing
it will be the adventure of your life.

Jimmy became highly excited at the news, his sadness had turned to delight,
he was asking so many questions which I couldn't answer, all I could do was
to switch my laptop onto You tube & show him videos of previous
dreamflights which fuelled his excitement.

I took him swimming which not only cheered him up, it brought out his
dogged determination to succeed, the boy literally had the heart of a lion
well in advance of his tender years, the leisure centre out of their
goodwill was admitting us for free, to show him there's more to a pool than
just swimming I took him to their huge inflatable & kayak rolling sessions,
he loved messing around in the rotobat kayaks becoming a proficient paddler
& mastering eskimo rolls very quickly.

His water legs arrived & I couldn't get him into the pool fast enough, they
fitted onto his thighs nicely but took several adjustments to get right but
once done he was propelling himself through the water like a torpedo
although it took time to master breast stroke & treading water.

He had only recently joined the scouts before his accident & attended one
weekend camp, I had a friend who owned a canal boat which he has moored on
an island in the River Thames which was ideal for camping, there was a huge
fallen down tree which fell into the backwater which had been cut right
back & all its branches removed, all the local kids call it the swimming
hole tree, I spent a lot of days with a very interesting group of teenagers
who erected a huge shelter out of British army basha shelter sheets & never
had so much sex in all my life, I still have a lot of ex military gear &
having showed Jimmy the photos from then, he too wanted to play soldiers &
sleep under bashas.

Rick's boat is called the 'Countess of Clewer' after a district in Windsor,
having arranged the day & time, he spent a few days clearing our old
camping area, making the paths more accessible, digging out the old fire
pit &c, the island was now ready for our visit.

The weather for that weekend was hot & sunny, I drove with Jimmy to
Shiplake church & through the grounds of the college, Jimmy got himself
into his wheelchair & propelled himself across the grass towards the
countess becoming captivated by the vessel, I brought all the camping gear
& stowed it aboard, unfortunately most canal boats aren't wheelchair
friendly & the countess is no exception so I gave Jimmy a piggy back whilst
Rick folded the wheelchair, placed a chair at the stern whilst I boarded &
sat him in the chair.

Rick started the Petters diesel engine, released the mooring lines, fended
off the bow, selected forward gear & the countess was cruising at its slow
leisurely pace to The Lynch, the vessel entered the back water & Jimmy
became captivated by the island especially seeing youngsters jumping &
diving off the tree trunk into the backwater & finally the vessel berthed
at its usual spot. I piggy backed Jimmy off the vessel into his wheelchair,
off loaded the camping kit & walked the short distance to the camping area
in the centre of the island, Jimmy insisted on propelling his wheelchair by
himself using his hands on the wheels, he sat there watching us with great
interest as Rick & I erected the 2 shelter sheets into a bivouac tent
structure, laid out the groundsheets & bedding, dug the water run off
channels & finally covered it over with a camouflage net, Jimmy loved the
shelter's appearance especially as he's still of an age where kids erect
play shelters out of rubbish in the local wooded areas.

Rick lit the fire & placed the large tin can billycans around the fire to
heat the water for our showers using an old stirrup pump whilst we both
changed into our swimming trunks shorts & went to the swimming hole tree
joining in with the youngsters already there, instead of looking on him as
some poor unfortunate freak, they were really helpful in assisting him in
every way possible, for the first entry into the water I piggy backed him
onto the tree trunk & jumped with him off the end releasing him as I left
the tree, when he bobbed back up, he had his usual cheeky smile on his face
beaming with excitement, we couldn't do enough piggy back jumps so I had to
try something different, he crawled along the tree trunk where I picked him
up & had him standing on my hands on his stumps then launched him into the
backwater with him executing dives, in many ways the adventures had already
started for him, we performed loads of jumps, dives, swam around for a
while & gave him such a good time, time which had passed us by so quickly
that lunch was ready, Rick operated the stirrup pump giving us a quick
shower before we dried off & had lunch.

Those boys were so wonderful Rick poured them each a plastic cup of ice
cold coke served with a platter of McVities chocolate digestives; they all
lived a few miles away at Reading so the offer of a trip there on board the
countess was welcomed by the boys. With everyone now boarded, Rick started
the engine, released the mooring ropes & navigated around the south of the
island to berth on the mainland & collect all their mountain bikes &
clothes, Rick secured the bikes to the deck rails & all the lads climbed
onto the roof to stretch out in the sun which is where I placed Jimmy for
the one hour trip to Reading.

The vessel cruised along at its slow leisurely pace along the river giving
everyone views of the scenic countryside around, all the boys were chatting
amongst themselves & to Jimmy which helped to forge new friendships with
lads of a similar age on this very special day, one boy was really special,
he was the eldest of the group at 13, already an experienced scout & a
second in his catholic scout troop, his name was Patrick & they both
exchanged contact details with each other.

Having returned to the island, Rick pulled out the PS2, now an aged games
console having been stored without use for several years & since superseded
by more advanced models, nevertheless it was still a good machine, so he
dusted it down, connected it up & loaded 'Grand theft auto-San Andreas.'

Now considered a classic game, this was Jimmy's first experiences of this
game which he played like he does with his other games, he played this one
really well & became engrossed in the game, we were having so many laughs
during those moments all of his cares just disappeared.

He wanted to watch a movie & looked through the rack of DVDs, I thought
about this as Rick didn't have any really recent ones it was when I saw his
promo DVD from a newspaper in its cardboard sleeve that my mind set to
work, it was an old black & white movie, released in 1956 starring Kenneth
Moore as Group Captain Douglas Bader, I said to Jimmy.

"This movie is about a man who flew spitfires during WW2 with tin legs."

"Oh what!, really! A man flying spitfires with false legs, I must see
this."

We watched the movie on Rick's large flat screen television & as the movie
progressed he became captivated by it, Kenneth Moore's performance of
Douglas Bader was stunning, he loved those parts where he drove the car
with wooden peg legs which to him were akin to Long John Silver the pirate,
he loved those parts where the character kept making fools of the Germans &
the movie's culmination of him leading the victory fly past of spitfires
over London, although an old movie it had inspired him bringing out inner
strengths I never would have expected of him, he would need those strengths
in the coming months & my shoulder to cry on.

182 children each year are chosen for Dreamflight, Jimmy's application had
already been forwarded & he was looking forward to the event, he had
already been interviewed by local press & radio making him a local
celebrity, local businesses had paid for his prosthetic limbs which were
due any day now & awaited those trials which physiotherapy would bring.

Even though he sat in his wheelchair he still insisted in helping Rick
prepare the evening meal by peeling all the potatoes, cutting the
vegetables, mixing the stuffing for the roast chicken dinner, cutting
sticks into short lengths for the wood gas stove which I made from 2 tins
several years ago which would boil the peas with mint leaves, this was his
first ever sighting of a Dutch oven which he thought was an ancient cooking
pot.

Rick had cooked an excellent meal & Jimmy certainly ate his fill which is
to be expected from a growing lad, I took a number of photos of him with my
digital camera which would be added to Jimmy's already expanding photo
album,

Once again the attraction of the river captivated him so we changed into
our still wet swimming shorts for another session at the swimming hole
tree, this time I fitted him up with his swimming legs & we both swam
around the island, when we finished the lap I tousled his hair & he took a
mouth full of water, blew it in my face & swam away not realising that I
couldn't catch him as his legs were fitted with zoomer sized small
flippers.

After our second session in the water we both sat on the tree trunk drying
off in the evening sun then we returned to sitting down beside the fire,
with the coming of the night & being tired by the day's activities we
retired to our shelter sheet basha, the inside was brightly lit by my multi
LED hanging light, I helped the lad remove his clothes & his form looked
beautiful with his naked form on the cusp of puberty, his 5 inch cock was
fully hard nesting in a few pubic hairs & now he was begging me to give his
cock its much needed attention, he was now slowly stroking it right before
my eyes & I said to him.

"Look Jimmy, I'm an old man who's old enough to be your grandfather, it's
wrong for me to be doing this to someone your age, I could get locked up &
then where would we be?, you would have no carer & bang goes our places on
Dreamflight."

"I've never told anyone about you buying me fags, I can keep secrets too,
please please Mr Fullbrick, I love you, please please do me."

Although I was trying to control my urges, lust coursed through me like an
express train, my defences against this beautiful looking lad were rapidly
melting away especially as we're both camped on what was our island of
iniquity, my cock was so hard the head pushed through the foreskin, it was
throbbing & jerking, those lovely feelings were rapidly building up, I
quickly sucked on his cock & massaged his tiny nipples, he now started
moaning, uttering the most filthy expletives ever to have come from the
mouth of a 12 year old, he was mewling like a kitten bucking his hips with
gusto giving me a highly intense face fucking & then he squealed as a jet
of his boy juice gushed into my mouth, I now sucked hard on him & he was
writhing & screaming at the highly intense orgasm I was now the instrument
of begging me to stop.

My cock too had unloaded a huge load of hot spunk into an old pair of nylon
speedo swimming trunks I wore as underwear & often slept in which felt
lovely & highly erotic, Jimmy was now into a highly satisfying afterglow &
snuggled up to me in a lover's embrace to fall asleep in my arms, after a
while I washed out the trunks & around my groin with some of the warm water
from the large tin Billy cans around the fire normally used for our
showers, put on another pair of speedos, re-entered the basha shelter,
tucked Jimmy into his sleeping bag & finally myself for a night's sleep.

We woke up to another beautiful sunny morning with a slight breeze blowing,
the sounds of birdsong all around, the smells of the island & those lovely
cooking smells with Rick cooking our full English breakfasts, his old
portable Hacker herald radio was playing those records from the 1960's,
70's & 80's on 1431 kHz, formerly Classic gold & now renamed Smooth radio,
the radio station had undergone a total restructuring including staff
although what hadn't changed was that they still played the same old
records so my lamentable feelings about the departure of Classic gold off
the airwaves was unfounded, like most teenagers during the 1960's the final
demise of the pop pirate radio stations really came as a body blow & thanks
to you tube we can still hear those radio jingles from back then.

We had given Jimmy a highly enjoyable camping experience on the island
which came to an end as we struck camp & left, but not before promising him
another return visit, I arrived home to a load of emails, some small
packages containing a few motorcycle parts for my rigid framed BSA Bantam,
a machine I built from parts scavenged from all over the UK, some from
overseas & a box full of parts from Reading wreckers, a small motorcycle
breaker in a Victorian street of terraced 2 up 2 down houses a short
distance from the Royal Berkshire hospital.

This machine has now been on several charity toy runs with another
identical machine belonging to John, who's a friend from my schooldays & a
retired Qantas aeronautical engineer who visits around Christmas & rides
his machine in the toy run.

As I looked through the mail, there was a letter from the Dreamflight
charity, I was on a euphoric high just to hold this letter in my hand, I
opened it & read the letter, it was short, apologetic & to the point, my
world now fell apart & to give Jimmy the bad news would tear the boy apart,
it was a rejection letter from Dreamflight.

My heart sank, I was on the point of crying, the holiday I promised Jimmy
was not to be, my head was now buried in my hands, I needed coffee & a huge
mug at that, I switched on the kettle, put the coffee & sugar in the mug &
rang Vivian at his workshop to give him the bad news, the one good thing to
come out as an interim measure when he called back later in the day was a
flight in a 2 seater spitfire, it would give Jimmy something to look
forward to, I went to give him the good news about the spitfire flight & he
already sensed that something was wrong, he could see it in my eyes.





Jimmy's legs were now ready & he went for his first trials & he wore his PE
shorts that day, the physiotherapist applied a cream then fitted the
stockings onto his stumps, one by one he fitted his legs & a huge smile
came to his face when he stood up unaided for the first time from a chair,
his expression changed when he remained frozen to the spot holding onto the
rails, he was now having to learn to walk all over again, slowly he managed
to put his right leg slightly forward finding it difficult to balance &
held tightly onto the rails, even with their gentle coaxing he really was
struggling & started crying.

I came over to comfort him, even though I had a huge lump in my throat I
had to remain strong for him & spoke softly all the time, after thinking
about it I had the inspiration to remind him of the time when he walked on
a pair of stilts saying to him.

"Jimmy, think back to the time you walked to the shop & back on those
stilts & that's what you're trying to do."

After a few moments he composed himself, stood up off the chair, took hold
of the rails when I said to him.

"You have to do this from your hips," he gritted his teeth & a look of
determination came to his face as he made those first steps whilst holding
onto the hand rails, the session progressed to him walking whilst holding
onto the rails, now it was time for him to walk across the floor with 2
assistants beside him the few yards to myself with his gaze fixed firmly
onto my eyes & once again that look of determination came to his face as he
made those steps, after 4 steps he nearly fell & had to be steadied by the
assistants, he composed himself & restarted his walk, I was watching those
scenes from Reach for the sky playing out in real life, he managed 2 more
walks & now he was insisting to try it for himself unaided.

His gaze once again focused onto my eyes as he stepped out towards me,
somehow he put a foot wrong, his body tried to keep his balance & for those
few seconds it looked like he had conquered it & then he fell over, that's
when he realized that getting up off the floor wouldn't be the simple task
he thought it would be, with his session running out of time it was a skill
he would learn in the days to come.

I wheeled him through the hospital corridors in his wheelchair with his new
legs on him out into brilliant sunshine, both our gazes focussed on the
British Airways Boeing 747-400 aircraft as it flew low overhead, Jimmy
became captivated by the sight & sound of that huge aircraft watching it
until it became a dot in the sky, once again the look of determination came
to his face as he said.

"Come hell or high water, I am going to walk onto that plane!"

He got out of his wheelchair & walked to the car, just to watch him was
like watching those scenes from 'Reach for the sky,' with the actor Kenneth
Moore hobbling out to a spitfire, he managed to not fall over & stood by
the passenger door, swung his fist saying. "Yes!" with a huge smile on his
face, I opened the door & let him into the car whilst I collapsed the
wheelchair, placed it into the boot & drove home.

He kept his legs on for the rest of the day, after cooking him his evening
meal we went out to the garage where I showed him the motorcycles which he
looked at with a lot of interest asking me.

"When are you going to take me out for a ride on one?"

"Soon enough, it will have to be on one of the small capacity bikes which
will be easier for you to sit on the seat, perhaps your first trip out will
be on this BSA Bantam," as I tapped the machine on its box pillion seat,
that's when he asked me to sit on it.



Fortunately a rigid framed BSA Bantam has a very low seat height & Jimmy
straddled across the rear of the machine, sat on its pillion box seat &
looked at his feet as he positioned them on the footrests, now he was
comfortably sat on the machine beaming a huge smile saying.

"Come on Mr F; please please take me out on it."

Jimmy certainly knows how to turn on his charms when he wants something, I
fetched the crash helmets, put one onto his head & then mine on, wheeled
the machine out, locked the garage & started it up, I sat on its old
fashioned saddle, put the machine in first & took him out for a ride
through the nearby country lanes, we returned from the ride with him
beaming a huge smile, as I steadied the machine he dismounted by placing
his feet on the ground & I rolled the machine forward, & parked it in the
garage, leaning against the wall was my old school Raleigh outland mountain
bike sporting its original bull horn handlebars, a tear came to his eye
with a sad expression on his face saying. "I wish I can ride again."

"Look, you've only got your new legs today, you have to learn to walk first
before you can run, here, take my keys & let yourself in whilst I tidy up &
lock the garage."

I parked the machine in its place, hung up the motorcycle gear, locked the
garage & entered the house, Jimmy was sat on the settee bawling & crying
his eyes out with a foul tirade of abusive insults directed at everyone
including myself, he was totally inconsolable turning his head away from me
& burying it into a cushion, his mother had now arrived & pressed the
doorbell, I let her in with her vehemently demanding.

"What the hell's going on? Why is my son so upset? What the bloody hell
have you done to him?"

"Listen to me, I've done nothing to upset him, all I done was take him out
for a ride on a motorcycle, I gave him the keys to let himself in whilst I
put the bike away, now I come into the house to find him like this."

She tried to comfort her son & as she turned him around to face her she saw
the sheet of paper he was clutching in his hand, it was the rejection
letter from Dreamflight; she realized that his curiosity got the better of
him when he saw the envelope & took out the letter & read it, after a while
she calmed him down & we entered into a long discussion about the setback,
Jimmy sat there quietly sniffling while we talked & I steered the
conversation towards the flight in the 2 seater spitfire.

The following days were spent in lengthy conversations with Dreamflight &
even with the publicity generated by the media their best undertaking was
to place him on the reserve list, it meant that his chances of going were
slim & we all had to resign ourselves to that fact.

The days passed by quickly & he came along in leaps & bounds at the
physiotherapy sessions having already mastered his walking, when he first
fell he was cursing loudly especially when he experienced difficulty in
getting back up, his assistants persevered & thankfully his getting back
onto his feet came down to a fine art, it was when his school friend came
round for him one Saturday, with his youthful exuberance prevailing the two
lads walked the 2 miles to the town centre, I watched them both walk along
the path to the town with smiles on their faces full of confidence talking
to each other, within a short distance of the cinema Jimmy was in a lot of
pain & sat down on a bench, his stumps had started bleeding & he was crying
whilst sat on the bench, passers by gazed at him & a few showed genuine
concern & called an ambulance, Jimmy was taken to the local hospital &
treated, we got the phone call later on to collect him & learned from the
doctor that he was now having to undergo another stage which would take
time, his stumps would undergo the processes of hardening, it's only when
that's taken place would he be able to walk distances, he had suffered
another setback.

The walk to the town certainly took the wind out of his sails for a few
days & I insisted he rest especially as our visit to Duxford was just a few
days away, with a 12 year old who wants to live life to the full it can be
an almost impossible task,

A visit to the cycle shop saw me buying a pair of BMX stunt pegs to fit
onto a 3/8" bicycle wheel spindle, they had to be of a small enough
diameter to fit onto the rear drop outs on the Raleigh's frame plus I had
to make a spacer washer to clear the 8mm head bolt on the rear derailleur
mechanism, with the stunt pegs now fitted to the bike I could take someone
on the back who would stand on the pegs holding onto my hips, I took the
bike to the local shops & asked a local youngster to try them out, I rode
the short distance with him stood on the pegs holding onto my hips & he was
giggling & laughing his head off on the ride, afterwards he said.

"You're a real clever bloke to think of that, it's a really good idea."

It was easy enough for a normal lad to step onto the pegs for the ride,
mounting Jimmy onto the bike may prove to be a challenge, I met him sitting
on the wall outside his house & he was over the moon when I showed him the
pegs, I held the bike steady whilst he cautiously placed his feet onto the
footpegs whilst holding onto me with a grip like a vice, he took his time
placing his feet onto the pegs checking both his positioning & balance &
when ready I moved off, Jimmy's grip on me remained strong & secure whilst
I kept the ride to flat roads & paths knowing full well that a bump could
easily fetch him off, it was important for him to learn how to remain
balanced on the bike as he was now learning a completely new set of skills
which once learned would enable him to continue riding on the back of his
friends BMX bikes which is a skill & activity he didn't want to lose out
on.

The following morning we were to leave early for Duxford & Jimmy begged his
mum to allow him a sleepover at my house, in many ways my having him would
give his mother a break from the daily tasks of caring for him so she
quickly agreed, in one respect she knew that once in the USA we were both
likely to be sharing a hotel room.

Once inside my house he really came out of his shell & had so much to talk
about especially as the spitfire flight was just hours away the following
morning, I just couldn't take his mind off aeroplanes & when I showed him
the DVD of the 1969 movie 'Battle of Britain' which starred an all star
cast, he begged & pleaded with me.

"Please please Mr F, can I watch it?"

"Of course you can, I should tell you it's a long movie."

"I don't care, I want to watch it!"

I loaded the disc into the player which started with the aerial scene of
the Hurricane with the caption 'May 1940' & went onto the victory roll
scene over the refugee column, the lead scenes ran for almost 8 minutes
ending with the Dunkirk beach scenes changing to the aerial scenes of the
Junkers JU52 in flight with the movie credits accompanied by the theme
music of Ron Goodwin's march 'Aces high.'

Jimmy became glued to the movie especially as he was now almost old enough
to understand it, he snuggled up to me leaning his head into my shoulder, &
all the time his young eyes & attentive mind was focused on the movie, he
asked me a lot of interesting questions about the spitfire & the ME109
wanting to know which one was the better aircraft, I answered him to the
best of my knowledge & suggested he look at the videos on You tube before
finally saying.

"You'll be finding out for yourself tomorrow when you go up in one."

The movie definitely left an impression on him & with the lateness of the
hour we retired to bed knowing that we had an early start in the morning
with the drive to Duxford, I tucked him into bed in the spare room & went
to bed myself, it wasn't long before he knocked on the door & entered my
room, his voice had changed, he had that pleading look in his eyes, his
cock was rock hard & sticking out of the fly of his boxers as his
insatiable lust for sex took hold.

He wasted no time in feeling under the covers & clasping my rock hard cock
with his hand fuelling my lust to extraordinary heights as I very nearly
came & would have unloaded my spunk into my bedclothes, remembering an old
schoolboy trick I rolled up a cigarette & inhaled deeply which tamed my
cock somewhat & now I had to roll up & light one up for Jimmy.

I gave him a gentle sensual fondling massaging his tiny nipples which stood
erect eliciting giggles from him as a small bead of clear fluid appeared at
his piss slit, he was now uttering moans, sighs & mewling with my
ministrations as I kneaded his balls before sucking on his cock, he now
started humping into my face with gusto & within a couple of minutes his
cock quivered & a long jet of his clear boy spunk flooded into my mouth
hitting the back of my throat before he started squealing in ecstacy &
writhing at the intensity of his orgasm, he snuggled up to me planting a
long kiss in his afterglow & now he wanted me to take his cherry.

I said to him. "You're still just a boy; if I put this inside you it will
hurt you, I really don't want to do it."

"Oh please please do me Mr F; you won't be the only one who's done me with
his cock."

I was shocked at his revelation wondering how many others have pounded into
him with their cocks & filled up his chute with spunk, just a short while
ago he was just a cheeky little brat who hung around the local shops & in
the park who deserved to be brained especially with all the cheeky remarks
which uttered from his mouth, I had to ask myself how long has his boy
pussy hole been the recipient of so many cocks knowing that teenage
schoolboys not much older than him could very well be sporting man sized
cocks, there again who am I to judge especially when I was sporting an 8
inch golf ball sized cock at 14.

At that age my hormones must have gone bonkers, at 11 I already had a 5
inch cock nesting in a black pubic bush which started shooting jets of
clear spunk which became white a few months later just before I turned 12,
somehow I grew both large nipples & areolas which became pointed & puffy at
13 along with my breasts looking like a girl's petite breasts, my normal
sex partner was a boy of the same age as myself & he was really hot, every
time we had sex he always sucked on my breasts, he kept doing that & I
really loved the feelings I felt in my balls & my cock, what surprised me
with all of the breast sucking was that one day both of us was in for a
surprise when he got a good mouthful of breast milk from both of them, that
totally freaked me out, everything about me was pure muscular teenage boy &
yet I had small breasts which delivered milk, I managed to keep them hidden
by wearing a larger size shirt (We wore grey flannel shirts in those days)
, larger tee shirt & football shirt at PE & games, on days where there was
no PE or games I got away with wearing a bra underneath my school shirt &
it felt really awesome to be wearing a bra, you couldn't do that now as
every school kid now wears a white shirt & any girl who's wearing a bra has
it exposed through the material of their blouse shirt.

I also loved to wear nylon speedo swimming trunks instead of underpants,
they felt so awesome on my cock & I always kept getting boners in class,
sometimes my cock would go so hard that the head slid out through the
foreskin, the feeling of that silky nylon on my cock sometimes was enough
for me to shoot a load of spunk inside those swimming trunks under my
school trousers in class.

I kept my breasts a secret from mum despite there being milk stains on both
my bra & my shirt & right through my school years I wanted to stop being
suckled but I enjoyed it too much especially when I had 2 boys suckling my
breasts, on those occasions I would have my huge rock hard rampant cock
sticking out of my flies & those feelings were so awesome I would shoot off
a huge load of spunk about 2 yards without even touching my cock, by 16 my
cock was 10 inches long when hard which is the size it is now, when I left
school I had no one to suckle my breasts & for a while I had to hand
express them & gradually the flow of milk stopped & my breasts shrunk back
to their normal shape.

I prepared Jimmy's boy pussy to receive my huge pole taking time to open
him out finding that was unnecessary as his pussy hole really was cavernous
& after lubing him up my cock went straight in which totally surprised me,
I didn't even hurt him as I pounded slowly into him with slow long strokes,
he really was enjoying the fucking I was giving him mouthing off the most
foul obscenities at me whilst uttering groans, mewling & egging me on
during which his cock sprayed out his clear boy spunk 3 times & every time
his boy pussy kept clamping onto my cock, those feelings built up in me
just like those teenage days & several hot huge blasts of my spunk flooded
into his pussy hole with him uttering a loud sigh as each one flooded in.

When I finally pulled out we laid down in a lovers embrace with him
planting loads of kisses on me & lying beside me in a huge afterglow with a
beautiful smile on his face & spunk running out of his boy pussy hole onto
the bed covers, he fell asleep on me so I carried him back to his bed,
undone his prosthetic legs & tucked him in for the night.

The following morning we drove to Duxford, it was a nice sunny morning with
just a few clouds in the sky, we were met by the museum curator who gave us
a guided tour which took us to lunch which was followed by a short drive to
the hanger to see the two seater spitfire parked outside & the pilot
performing the pre flight checks on the aircraft, he looked at Jimmy with a
beaming smile on his face, greeted him with a handshake saying.

"So you're the wonderful young man I'm taking up today."

Jimmy was in awe & in a highly excited state of mind as his gaze fixed all
over the aircraft especially as this was the closest he had ever been to a
spitfire, I helped him onto the wing which has a marked area for standing,
we assisted him into the rear seat, the pilot strapped him in & fitted him
with a set of headphones & microphone, the pilot sat in the cockpit, 2
ground handlers closed the canopies & plugged in the large starting
battery's lead, we now had to stand back as the Rolls Royce Merlin started
up with a raucous roar spewing flames & blue smoke from the exhaust stubs &
settled into a nice tick over, even I was thrilled to be watching this
aircraft come to life with Jimmy beaming a huge smile & giving me a thumbs
up sign.

We watched the aircraft taxi to the runway & take off, it flew off
somewhere becoming a dot in the sky & for Jimmy the fireworks were about to
begin.

The aircraft went through a series of manoeuvres before levelling out when
the pilot's voice came over the headset saying.

"Now young Jimmy; if you look to your right & just behind you, you will see
a Messerschmitt 109 joining us to our right."

The aircraft drew level a few yards from us & held the formation whilst a
Hawker Hurricane joined from the left to fly in formation over the
airfield, Jimmy was now so excited at the sight of the other 2 aircraft he
said to the pilot.

"Thank you very much mister, you've all made this the best day of my life."

"It's our pleasure, it pleases us no end to please a special young man like
you, now we must come in to land."

The pilot throttled the engine back & turned for the final descent &
approach to the runway to make a perfect 3 point landing, the aircraft
taxied back to the hanger before stopping the engine, the ground staff
opened up the canopies & assisted Jimmy off the aircraft, he was so excited
he almost tried to run on his legs & gave a beautiful rendition of Kenneth
Moore as Douglas Bader making his way out to a spitfire & fortunately he
didn't fall over, he gave me such a big hug & planted me with loads of
kisses, now he had to appear before a TV camera for a short interview, the
footage of the event was seen the following day.

The following days now paled into insignificance as whatever activities he
went on just didn't have the excitement of the flight, fortunately his
scout troop agreed to accommodate him on their summer camp to Devon, my
life became empty not having him around for a week but he came back with a
deeply bronzed suntan & thoroughly enjoyed himself, the days to dreamflight
were passing by rapidly, he restarted back at his school in September for
year 8 & with the passing of the days he was able to walk to & from school,
every afternoon I would see him at the parade of shops wearing his school
uniform with his school friends & in many ways he was gaining some of his
life & independence back, he was also a growing lad now starting his growth
spurt & soon he would have to have his legs replaced.

September gave way to October & still we kept up our hopes for dreamflight
but there just wasn't any further communication from them, I kept telling
him never to give up hope & even during the night before I told him to pack
& have his bags & everything ready just in case.

It seemed as though he had an uneasy sleep during the night & the following
morning there was still no news which meant he now had to dress for school,
I came to collect him in the car after he finished his breakfast for
whatever reason I didn't know, as he sat in the passenger seat, fastened
the seat belt & placed his school back pack on his lap tears flooded his
eyes & he started crying.

I just couldn't console him as a tirade of foul mouthed obscenities erupted
from his mouth, I had to pull over & wait for him to calm down, when he did
we were now a quarter of an hour late for school, we arrived at the school
gates to see the headmaster waiting at the front, Jimmy said to me in a
melancholy tone.

"I'm going to be in trouble for being late for school."

"Look Jimmy, I know it's not your day, it's just the way things have turned
out, we can't say that we didn't try, the worst thing he can do is place
you on detention."

I got out of the car & opened the passenger door to assist Jimmy out of the
car, it's at that point the headmaster said.

"Masterson, I know that you've turned up late for school, however I have
just received a phone call a few minutes ago so you're not in trouble, in
fact I am glad to be the one to break it to you, James Masterson; you are
going on dreamflight."

"Oh my god!, thank you god!, thank you everyone &c," the tirade of joyful
praises just kept coming out from his mouth, he was crying tears of joy, he
was hugging me & planting kisses, it's at that point the headmaster said to
him.

"Young James, today you are a very lucky young man, apparently there's been
a last minute no show so they've given you the place."

We couldn't get to his house fast enough to get him changed out of his
school uniform & into his suit, load his bags into the boot, collect my
bags & drive to London's Heathrow airport.

We arrived to have ourselves checked in, tickets issued, our bags weighed &
X rayed, put through security checks, passport checks & driven out to the
hanger in one of the airport buses, the ceremonies & bands were now taking
place in the hanger & we were greeted by the dreamflight volunteers & cabin
crew, with the ceremonies over it was time to board the aircraft.

Although disabled passengers were being lifted onto the aircraft, Jimmy
insisted on boarding at the steps, it was definitely a very brave thing for
him to be doing which I admired him for, even though he was escorted up the
steps he managed to climb them unaided which instilled in me a huge sense
of pride, he waited for me to climb up where we were greeted by a
stewardess who directed us to our allocated first class seats in the front
of the aircraft.

Just like any commercial airline flight there was the safety video with the
stewardesses demonstrating how to put on lifejackets & pointing out all the
emergency exits followed by the Boeing 747-400 starting up its 4 huge Rolls
Royce RB211 turbofan engines, we all smelled the burnt kerosene fumes in
the cabin until the huge aircraft started to taxi to the runway, the huge
engines powered up, the aircraft started rolling down the runway & the
engines powered up to an almost deafening crescendo as they reached full
take off power, Jimmy held my hand whilst gazing out of his window as the
scenery sped by with a noise in the cabin likened to an old car on a bumpy
road which became quiet as the huge jumbo left the runway on its 9 hour
flight to Orlando.

He gazed in awe watching the huge wings flex with the engines moving on
their pylons making a droning noise as though they were running out of
phase, there were light bumps as the aircraft ascended through some clouds
where after a while the fasten seat belts lights went out, people soon
started walking about the aircraft & the first snacks were served, even
though he was totally excited by the flight, sleep soon overcame Jimmy even
though there was a carnival atmosphere on board throughout the flight & I
had to wake him up for the main meal which was followed by the movie.

The hours seemed to pass slowly even though we still landed in daylight,
once off the aircraft we were bussed to our hotels where we both slept like
dead men.

Throughout those 10 days we had a full itinery of attractions to visit &
when we saw the Saturn 5 rocket, it was huge, so much so that it made the
jumbo jet look like a toy, the swim with dolphins for him was a very
thought provoking experience, to do this he put on his swimming legs which
gave him the independence he needed in the water, there was one dolphin
there, an elderly female who swam beside him all the time, Jimmy enjoyed
his swim very much but he sensed the creature's longing for the freedom of
the ocean yet the creature too also sensed his suffering, it became an
interchange of their thoughts whereby it tried to pass on its knowledge of
the ancients onto him, the thought that this creature would never return to
the ocean somehow burned at him for he knew that until she drew her last
breath all she would ever be is tantamount to a circus performer.

It was a few days later when he went snorkelling that he swam with a truly
wild dolphin, this creature totally trusted him & the experience was
totally different, here was an intelligent creature with its family around
it totally free just as nature intended, the look in its eyes was totally
different & he sensed that it was glad to greet him, it too was a youngster
just like him, playful & full of the joys of youth just like him, it too
sensed his suffering & bonded with him for the time he was there.

All too soon the days in the Florida sunshine ended & everyone was now
returning home, Jimmy boarded the aircraft with moistened eyes for he had
now resolved to help others less fortunate than himself which was the one
thing he was bringing home from dreamflight, he was also reaffirming his
scout promise which he swore just a year ago on his investiture into the
troop & like the famous WW2 spitfire ace Douglas Bader he began to model
himself on him.

After dreamflight Jimmy became a changed person, he still had an insatiable
zest for life yet the differences were noticed by his school friends &
those in his scout troop whose younger ones now looked up to the newly
promoted second proudly wearing his single white stripe on his breast
imparting the knowledge he learned from them yet he too had more tests &
badges to attain.

I too noticed the changes when one day he saw a man in his 20's with a
white stick by the shops who was blinded as a result of an IED in
Afghanistan, he got that persons attention & moved quickly to his
assistance whilst his school friends looked on, here was a legless
schoolboy proudly wearing the uniform of his school assisting a blind man
to the shop which he not only did, he also conferred with him picking out
the items he wanted from the shelves, checking their dates, paying for them
with the man's money, giving him the correct change & escorting him back
across the street carrying his bags the short distance to his house
refusing any reward apart from a cup of tea.

During that autumn he also began to walk longer & longer distances taking a
longer route through the local golf course which was making him stronger &
more healthy, suddenly he wasn't at his usual place with his school friends
by the shops, we all heard a roar in the sky & saw the monstrous silver
streamlined aircraft climb rapidly into the sky, we quickly mounted our
mountain bikes & rode to the golf course expecting to find Jimmy walking
towards us but he wasn't anywhere to be found, the lads all split up & rode
around the golf course trying to find him all to no avail, what we did find
were some large depressions in the ground on the fairway with a lot of
scorched grass, we concurred that whatever made those marks in the ground
had to be very heavy indeed probably in the order of thousands of tons.

As the evening wore on it became apparent that he was missing especially
when his mum turned up at my door looking for him, at that point all we
could do was call the police & report him missing, a search was organized
to no avail & I somehow sensed that the aircraft I saw had something to do
with it, as the evening wore on I retired for the night in an uneasy sleep.

The following day seemed empty without him, I had woken up that morning
remembering horrible dreams about him yet somehow other parts of the dream
were very pleasant indeed, I just carried on as normal & around lunchtime I
went out for a ride on my mountain bike, my route took me through the golf
course & when I arrived at the fairway there was a small group of people
gathered there with the police looking at the marks in the ground & all the
scorched grass, as is usually the case no one saw anything & everyone there
was puzzled as to what made those marks & obviously sunk into the ground, I
looked at those marks & surmised that whatever made them had to be the size
of an ocean liner & my thoughts wandered as to how anything that big could
even get in here, more to the point, how does something that large fly
especially as we simply haven't built an aircraft of that size, it was
indeed a very thought provoking mystery.

I rode back home & called in to the shops on my way home to find Jimmy sat
on the wall wearing his football kit, it was a Saturday morning & he always
played football on a Saturday morning, that was before his accident, then
it dawned on me, I was looking at Jimmy's real legs, they were real young
teenage boys legs with just a light dusting of fuzz, I simply had to feel
them & they definitely were his legs all right, what happened to him I
asked myself?, did all of this happen?, then of course there was the
question of time itself, it was only yesterday I bought him his cigarettes
& met him at the park, did it happen at all or was it just a dream?, I saw
the blind man approach the kerb & so did Jimmy, he was quick off the mark
like a rabbit, he caught the man's attention & assisted him across the road
like a true boy scout, he had truly changed, we talked but whatever
recollections I had he simply didn't have any at all, it was as though
nothing had happened, finally I had to return home with my little bit of
shopping, this time he planted me with loads of kisses, gave me a huge hug
where I felt his rock hard cock inside his shorts, possibly a sign of
things to come, he's now of an age where he's no doubt playing with his
cock, perhaps his friends might be enjoying sex with him & perhaps he may
even want me, just before I left he said quietly into my ear.

"Mr F, I truly love you."

				 The end.