And since I knew I was going to do it...YEAH!!!I really did want to learn to fly, but by the time I was legal the airport was a snowmobile race track ..... and the FAA had made it expensive to learn and had damn near regulated the ownership of private planes out of existence. Just keeping track of what airport would be still in operation 1992 ... when I was seventeen ... was a serious chore.We lined up at the gate. The Army was selling off it's L4's today and I was the third truck and trailer in. I sucked a few inches until he pulled away. He began to dress and I watched his buttocks as his pulled on his boxers.I stood and adjusted my penis, I was pretty much erect. He noticed my bulge as he smoothed out his sleeves. “Are you going home to masturbate?”“No I am going to wait. I will meet my... my..” I stumbled over my words.“Your boyfriend?” He completed my sentence. Once again I found myself standing in a London street with a wet patch in my trousers, a nice wad of money in my pocket. Steve needed some cigarettes so got dressed and went out to find some, meanwhile Jean told me to lie down on the bed, she lay down between my legs and started to suck my cock, solid again, now she moved to my balls and started there, then she pushed my legs up so they were bent at the knee, she started to lick my arse, pushing her tongue inside and wanking my cock at the same time, then she started to slip her finger in, she felt me tense and told me to relax, she would not hurt me only give me. .." It's been a couple of weeks," he said as he put his hands in thepockets of his jeans." It get's easier. I saw you rolling your eyes during the mantra, butit's helped me so much... Focus on your work, it makes everything elsesort of fade away."Sam ran his hand through his red hair and sighed, looking a littleuncomfortable. "I... I feel weird asking..." You feel weird asking a thirteen year old boy who's now in the body ofa lingerie model if the urge to fuck goes away?" She didn't.