==Oh, if only you were 18 years of age or older I would gladly welcome you. If you are not; or if your family or religious morals dictate not reading this kind of story---please leave in peace. The rest of you drooling retards, like me stay, relax, loosen your belt.
Wesley Hawkins figured he was the luckiest nineteen year old in the whole county, even the, world, when he received that letter from London, which he knew was in England from Mrs. Gordon's geography class at which he got a gold star.
It was written on heavy paper, it had lots of funny stamps on the envelop. Gramps read it to him because Gramps was more experienced in legal stuff. "It says that your cousin, Malcolm Hawkins, II, (and it refers to him as honorable. That's nice, we do have a fine upstanding family.) Is sharing with you the legacy from Sir Malcom, his late father. Now the letter talks about how much money was left, but it is in funny money that you couldn't spend here in Tennessee, so don't git cited 'bout that. I think that "late" means the father is dead. You are invited to come to the an-ces-tral home of the Hawkins. (See, they must have a nice farm too.) They enclose tickets for a airplane and some American money for your in-ci-den-tals. I'm not sure what that means, maybe new overalls to look good to meet them."
One week later, Wes was at the airport, trying to make out which airplane he was to go on. He asked a young fellow, a little older than him, who was wearing a dark blue uniform with wings on it. He knew by the young man's white teeth and big smile that he would be helpful. He was. He put his arm around Wes and walked him over to the big chart of times for the different airplanes. He pointed to Wes's plane and patted him on his prominent, shapely rump and said goodbye.
Another smiling, handsome young man took Wes's ticket at the boarding gate. Just inside the airplane an almost twin fellow to the one at the gate helped Wes to his seat. "You're lucky. You are in the last row and you have it all for yourself. You can stretch out and take a nap, if you wish." And he too squeezed Wes's hind quarters.
Now Wes is not totally innocent of such goings on. He and his friend Clem from school used to play around with each other. It made Wes's substantial male organ thicken when he thought about "milkin" his friend. That's what they called it. They also tried some other stuff until Clem's family moved away last year. Wes found that his penis was lonely for the fun they used to have, but he just gritted his teeth and bore it manfully.
He settled in his seat. He was so tired from the trip to the airport and the excitement of all these new experiences that he was tuckered out. He leaned back against the back rest and before he knew it, he was fast asleep, his pretty mouth slightly open and his blue eyes closed, the heavy lashes lying against his tan cheek.
Davy, the flight attendant, the handsome fellow who helped find Wes's seat, passed by the sleeping boy in the overalls, one strap down, showing his glowing tan shoulder. The boy's sunset colored hair was hanging on his forehead, just touching his naturally, untrimmed eyebrows.
Davy was impressed. Impressed and affected enough to touch his crotch that was bumped out in admiration of the boy. Later, he was pushing a cart of trays of food when he reached the last person to receive it: Wes. He leaned down and gently touched the boy's bare shoulder. Wes opened his eyes and smiled, exposing his pure white, milk fed teeth inside his puffy pink lips. Wes was always good-natured when he woke up, not like Gramps who hissed like an angry snake.
"Would you like some food Dude?"
"Well achewally, my name is Wesley, truth is I am hungry, but I haven't got much money. How much is it?"
"For you, it's free. Just a gift from me. May I sit down with you?"
"Why sure. My, this looks good."
Wes proceeded to eat with gusto, watched admiringly by Davy. Wes looked over and regarded Davy. "You sure am a handsome fellow. You got a heavy beard, but you shave it smooth as a calf's belly, 'an you smiled nice. I once used some room deodorant, but twant so nice. I also admire yur uniform, an' the gold stuff on it."
Davy puffed up with pleasure at the compliments and leaned over and rubbed Wes's soft hair. Now Wes was very particularly affected when someone rubbed his hair and he showed it right now as he got warm and red faced and puffed out his lips and sighed "O-0-0-H," "that feels real friendly".
"Am I making you feel good?"
"Surely so, my male organ is getting' riled up."
Davy was very interested in that fact. He looked around, the other attendant was busy in first class and all the passengers were in their seats and no one waiting for the "heads".
"Wesley, I know a way you can relax your 'male organ'. You have to follow me. I will go into the rest room and you follow."
Now Wes was no dope when it came to please and he know that the handsome fellow had exciting intentions. He waited a moment and then got up and opened the door to the rest room. Inside he found Davy, his dark blue trousers down to his ankles, exposing his pale, hairy, muscular legs. His penis was sticking out, a drop of 'milk' forming on the tip. "Suck me," groaned Davy.
Wes opened the button that held his overalls up and they fell to the top of his work shoes. He had no underwear. He never wore it. He said it just made more laundry. Davy opened his eyes at the beauty in front of him, the tight pecs, the ridged stomach and the pink nipples already erecting. "Mr.Davy, you remember I wuz the one with the problem, and I think you are an attendant so you should attend to it."
Davy sighed a long sigh. He bent over and took the sweet tasting cock into his mouth. Some of Wes's pre cum coated his tongue and produced a powerful desire for more. He began crooning and sucking like mad. He had to get the nectar. Wes pursed his lips in passion and began fucking the airline steward's hot mouth. Now Wes was a slow cummer. He liked to enjoy the process. Pretty soon Davy, who was an expert cocksucker, began to tire. He looked up at the delicious boy, "Are you close?"
"Pretty close. Maybe 'bout ten minutes more of yur warm mouth oughta do the trick. But if'n you want my milk faster, you had better check out my hind quarters."
Davy loved young asses. He began petting the smooth cheeks. He stroked the hairless, moist crack, then he flicked his finger back and forth over the pink pucker. Wes let out and long drawn out moan. "Oh my, you opened my faucet. More of that."
Davy inserted his finger in Wes's hole and searched for the boy's hot button. He knew he found it because Wes began bucking his hips. He groaned loudly and said, "Oh Mr. Davy. Git ready for the milk. An' here it is." Wes flooded Davy's eager mouth with grade A cream. Just as Clem finished his delivery, there was a knock on the door. "Hey Davy, you okay, we need tray pickup."
Poor Davy missed getting his reward as he had to get back to work. When the plane landed, he bid goodbye to the beautiful farm boy and pushed a slip of paper into his hand that had his telephone number.
When Wes reached the terminal he saw a young man who was dressed real nice and vaguely resembled him. "That must be my English Cousin, Malcolm. Next to him stood a young fellow, a little younger than Wes.. Clem wasn't sure who he was.
Wes smiled broadly and waved vigorously and friendly-like. The cousin smiled slightly and the kid came to take Wes's small cardboard suitcase.
End part one