Date: Tue, 2 Oct 2001 16:53:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Johnbaby Subject: Flying Visit I am a pilot for a charter company based in Sydney Australia. We fly people all over Australia, but mainly throughout New South Wales. They are normally businessmen who need to get there quickly and return the same day. I had been asked to fly to Bourke in northwestern NSW, a cotton town on the Darling River. I jumped at this trip because I had a friend Robby who was a national parks ranger there, and the trip was to be for two or maybe three days, and so I could stay with him. I had better explain although I am gay and not out of the closet, I did not know Robby's orientation. However he has the most exquisite body. About 5'11", with a medium sized chest and well developed pecs, a stomach as hard as iron and well shaped and beautiful legs. A smiling beautiful face topped with a crew cut sets off the image. We had done lots together as we grew up, including all the normal boy things like swimming naked in the local river but I had never had the chance to find out if he was as interested in me as I was in him. I arranged to stay with him. He seemed very pleased. He later rang back to say he arranged a couple of days off and we could go out to a favourite area and camp out for the night. Sounded good to me. He also offered to arrange all the food and camping equipment to save me dealing with it in the plane. As I flew up with my passengers I thought about the day or two ahead. I think I had a hard on from the time of take off to the start of descent thinking about it. I did all my flying things in a slight daze. I was hoping the businessman sitting in the co-pilots seat did not notice the bulge in my pants. We arrived and I got my passengers away and arranged the time when they wanted to return, fixed up the plane and rang Robby. He was there pronto to pick me up. He was dressed in a pair of brief running shorts and a tank top. Hopeful I thought. We drove out to Gundabooka National park as he had decided we would climb the mountain and then find somewhere to camp after we came back down. He was fitter than me and soon got a little way ahead. It was very hot work climbing and we needed the water we had brought. After about half an hour I cought up with him resting on a rock shelf looking out over the arid plains. But it was not the view I was looking at, it was Robby. He had stripped off his top and was lying there just in his running shorts that being soaked in sweat did not leave much to the imagination. I remembered his beautiful uncut dick from the past. I tried not to show I was looking and stripped off also to just my shorts. I lay down next to him and looked out over the plains. He turned to me and said: "I love being with you John. I feel at one with you." No more was said. What was I to make of that? Next thing he was up and off to the top of the mountain. I followed seemingly tied to those beautifully formed bum cheeks in front of me that drew me on. At the top of the mountain he had got out the stove and already had a brew on, and had spread out some lunch. He also had got out some massage oil. "Like a massage after lunch?", he asked. This was not such a strange request as we used to massage each other as teenagers. "Of course", was my reply. He soon had me spread out and oiled up. His hands worked wonder on my body that was not used to such exercise. With the hot sun, a light breeze and a god massaging me I was in heaven. I had a hard on pressed into the mountain. He pushed down my shorts to get to my lower back and massaged the top of my crack and my bum cheeks, but then he moved back to my shoulders and back and kept working up there. Occasionally his hand would work down the side of my chest and touch my nipples and then hurriedly retreat. It was an ecstatic feeling that kept my dick hard. However it was getting late and he decided we should leave and descend the mountain and find somewhere to camp. A quick descent yelling and whooping brought us back to the car and we were soon at a secret out of the way spot he knew. He had brought two swags, a double and a single. and we soon set up camp cooked the meal and were talking around the fire. I thought I would try out the waters so while he was resting against a swag, I lay down putting my head in his lap. He did not object and he put his hand on my head and rubbed it through my hair. I could also feel him stirring against my head. I just looked up at his beautiful face and he looked at me. He had that sort of longing look in his eye. I lifted my head and gently kissed him. What an eletric shock. His dick hardened immediately, and so did mine. He leant forward and kissed me deeply on the mouth, our tongues working each others mouths. Next thing he was breaking free. I thought I had fucked it all up! But no he was unrolling the double swag and setting up bed for us to get into. We hurriedly stripped each other of the scant clothing we had left on and dived into bed. That night and the next were two of the best nights I have spent. Cuddling, kissing, fucking, snoozing and then starting all over again. I no longer had to worry about whether Robby was gay or not and I looked forward to the passengers who wanted to fly to where Robby was, wherever he ended up moving around the state for his work. He always found some great spot for us to camp and enjoy each other.