Date: Thu, 12 Nov 2009 14:37:20 -0800
From: Tom Baxter <tbax93722@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pensacola - 16

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Pensacola - Chapter 16
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Josh studied his flash cards as he chowed down a bowl of Lucky Charms
Friday morning. He had an emergency procedures simulator at 11:00am where
he would be placed in one precarious situation after another to practice
and hone his ability to handle aircraft system failures, bad weather and
other malfunctions.

These simulator flights were scheduled periodically throughout the syllabus
to keep the students proficient. The instructors even had to fly one of
these events quarterly to ensure their skills were up to par.

Josh normally hated going over to the simulator building, but welcomed this
flight today. He knew his emergency procedures cold and so the event was
pretty low pressure, but more importantly, simulator events were much
quicker than actual flights in the airplane in that there was no preflight,
no maintenance paperwork, and no long waits on the taxiway.

Josh was eager to get this simulator behind him and get back to Pensacola
as early as possible to hang with Brandon. He figured if he drove fast he
could be home by 3:00pm.

He looked at his next flash card... "Total Electrical Failure" the card
read. A smile crept onto Josh's face as he recalled that afternoon he flew
back to Whiting Field with no radio and had to hand crank the landing gear
down. "You can't buy training like that!" he joked to himself remembering
all the lessons he learned that day. He figured he had the emergency
procedure listed on the back of that card engraved on his brain already and
he went to the next card.

Josh's phone rang and roused him from his daydream. He looked at the
phone's screen and saw that it was the squadron Ready Room. "Ensign Scott"
Josh answered his phone professionally. "Listen to you!" joked Ryan on the
other end of the line.

"Well shit, I forgot that you were standing duty in the Ready Room all day!
What if it was the FDO?" Josh laughed. "Well it's the FDO that has me
calling you Josh" Ryan began. "He wants you to pack your bags and fly with
LT Campbell to San Antonio this afternoon" Ryan continued.

"I got a simulator in a couple of hours!" Josh protested. "Not anymore, the
FDO just called over there and canceled it" Ryan replied. "Fuck! I'm
supposed to fly to Chicago with LT Perez next weekend on my Cross-Country"
Josh protested.

"Sorry dude. LT Campbell came in here a half hour ago telling the FDO that
he had to get to San Antonio today and to find him a student that was up
for a Cross-Country. You're the one he found" Ryan explained. "The Navy is
always fuckin jerkin my chain!!" Josh complained. "So I lose my opportunity
to fly to Chicago and show my folks the T-34 just because some asshole `has
to get to San Antonio'!!" Josh hollered. Josh had heard of LT Campbell, but
didn't know him. Right now he wished the lieutenant had never been born.

"Don't shoot the messenger dude! I know it sucks, but that's the nature of
the J-O-B" Ryan shot back. "Sorry dude" Josh apologized. "It just totally
messes up my plans, both this weekend and next" Josh continued. "Well, you
got a 2:00pm brief now and LT Campbell wants you to plan for a High Tacan
penetration into NAS New Orleans for a refuel and then plan for an enroute
descent into Randolph AFB in San Antonio for multiple GCA's.

"Great! Now my relaxing morning is over too. I got a bunch of flight
planning to get done" Josh griped to himself. "Ok dude, I'll see ya over
there about 1:30" said Josh. "Looking forward to it!" Ryan teased. "See ya
then." "I wonder what Josh has got planned this weekend that is so
important" Ryan thought to himself as he hung up the phone.

"Fuck!!!... Brandon is never gonna forgive me!" Josh fretted. "It Not My
Fault!!!"

He figured that he needed to get that phone call out of the way as soon as
possible, so he dialed Brandon. "Hey Josh!" Brandon answered
cheerfully. "Hey Brandon" Josh replied with little enthusiasm. "What's
wrong?" Brandon worriedly questioned.

"The Navy is making me fly to San Antonio this weekend" Josh replied. "I
don't want to... they're making me!" he threw in to deflect any anticipated
negative reaction from his boyfriend. "What about us? ... Our weekend?"
Brandon sadly inquired.

"I'm sorry dude, there's nothing I can do about it. Some asshole instructor
says he has to get to San Antonio this afternoon and he's dragging me
along" Josh explained. "So are you still going to Chicago next weekend
too?" Brandon asked.  "No, I only have one Cross-Country and this is it, so
I guess that trip is off" Josh said disappointedly. He knew Brandon would
be happy that he wasn't going to be gone two weekends in a row, but he was
really looking forward to flying home and climbing out of his Navy aircraft
in front of family and friends.

"Gosh, I really wanted to come over and hang with you tonight" Brandon
stated sadly. "I wanted it to be just like it used to be... just me and
you... eating dinner, foolin around in the hot tub an stuff. I wanted to
make sure you still love me" Brandon continued softly.

"Aaaah sweetie! Of course I still love you!" Josh protested. "What about
Ryan? Do you love Ryan too?" Brandon probed. "Ya, I think Ryan is special
to both of us, isn't he? But it's different with us, we got something more"
Josh tried to explain his dual alliance.

"Ya, I guess" Brandon replied unconvincingly. Actually, Brandon really did
like Ryan, and he was very attracted to him, but mixing Ryan into his
relationship with Josh just wasn't working for him.

"Well, I gotta start planning for this flight to San Antonio" Josh
reluctantly stated.  "Ok dude, I guess I'll see you next week" Brandon said
sadly. "I'll call everyday!"  Josh threw in before they ended their
conversation.

Josh pictured Brandon's face as he closed his phone. He could see the sad
expression that he heard in Brandon's voice. "Well, I got a job to do" he
thought as he pulled out his flight planning bag and grabbed his Air Nav
charts.

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Josh was antagonistic to LT Campbell throughout the flight brief. Josh
recognized that he was being an asshole, and that it was not a wise way to
act with an instructor pilot, but he couldn't help himself. He was so
pissed off that he was missing his weekend with Brandon and the opportunity
to fly home to Chicago next weekend that he didn't even care if the
lieutenant gave him bad grades.

The lieutenant sensed Josh's hostility. He knew of Josh's reputation as an
excellent student and realized this must not be his normal attitude. "I
understand that this trip was dumped on you at the last minute Josh, but
now that we're here, let's make the most of it huh?" LT Campbell
suggested. Josh wasn't convinced.

The cockpit was hot and sticky in late July on the Gulf of Mexico. Josh
kept adjusting the air conditioning vents to blow on his chest and neck,
but it just wasn't cooling him down sufficiently. To make it even worse, he
was wearing a rubber oxygen mask since he was flying above 10,000 feet
where the air began to get a bit thin.

This heat just added to his aggravation with the entire flight and to top
it off, instrument flights like this were flown with the student in the
back seat under a curtain called the `instrument hood', known to the
pilot's as the `bag'. This was because the student was flying off of
instruments and didn't need to see out of the cockpit.

At the outset of the flight, however, LT Campbell announced that they would
not be using the `bag'. Josh thought this was pretty cool of him, but he
still didn't like the rear cockpit; it made him feel like a passenger.

An hour later Josh was busy hawking his instruments, holding attitude and
checking his course enroute to their first destination. "Navy Six Echo
Three Niner Niner, New Orleans Approach, descend and maintain one zero
thousand, cleared direct Jainn" the radio blared in Josh's ears. "Request
clearance to Rrick and we'll penetrate on the arcing approach" instructed
LT Campbell. "Roger" Josh replied.

"Approach, Navy Six Echo 399 request direct Rrick for the Hi-Tacan
penetration" Josh called on the radio. "Navy 399, Approach, descend and
maintain one four thousand, intercept the Semmes two one seven radial
outbound, cleared for the Hi-Tacan Runway 22 at Navy New Orleans, report
Rrick."

Josh dialed 217 into his Tacan radio navigator and flew to intercept the
imaginary line in the sky that this setting dictated. This put him on a
south west course towards the swamps south of New Orleans and his initial
approach fix Rrick. He pulled his throttle back and eased the nose forward
to descend to 14,000 feet above Mean Sea Level.

When Josh's plane reached Rrick, 30 miles southeast of the air station,
Josh keyed his mic "Approach, Navy 399, leaving Rrick."  Josh pulled the
throttle to idle and pushed the nose into a steep descent as he headed
inbound.

After flying a precise profile, both in altitudes and track over the
ground, Josh had his aircraft in the landing configuration a few miles from
the end of the runway.  "Navy 399, contact Navy New Orleans tower on 340.2"
"340.2, Navy 399" Josh replied as he reached down to switch his radio to
the tower frequency.

"Tower, Navy Six Echo 399, five mile final runway 22 to land" Josh
called. "399, Navy tower, winds are 260 at 8 knots, clear to land runway
22." "Clear to land" Josh verified. Josh continued to fly his approach
until the aircraft was about 200 feet above the ground. "I have control" LT
Campbell announced. "You have control" Josh conceded, and then the
lieutenant landed the aircraft since he was in the forward cockpit where he
had unrestricted visibility.

Josh liked flying to other places. When he took off and landed at the same
airfield, he had no sense of the distance he had actually traveled. He
remembered back to the drive he had made to New Orleans with Brandon, Ryan,
and Steve and realized that he just traveled that distance in about
one-fourth the time. He liked that.

Naval Air Station New Orleans was nothing like the French Quarter and Josh
had a hard time imagining just how close he was to that fantastic place. He
wished that this was their final destination so that he could go spend the
weekend there.  He had no idea what the fuck he was going to do in San
Antonio!

After they fueled their aircraft, they got airborne again and Josh found
out that LT Campbell really was a cool guy. Once they flew the departure
procedures and cleared New Orleans airspace, the lieutenant asked "So Josh,
wanna do some contact navigation?" "Sure, what's that?" Josh replied.

"That's where we navigate solely by looking out the window" LT Campbell
explained. "That sounds fun, but don't we have to get some instrument
approaches on this flight?" Josh questioned. "We'll get an IFR pick-up
outside San Antonio and get clearance into the GCA Box" LT Campbell
suggested.

"Cool!" Josh replied and then started considering what his new navigational
task would entail. "Shouldn't I have a chart that shows ground reference
points in order to do this?" Josh considered. "Ya, normally you would" the
lieutenant chuckled "but today this is going to be easy... you see that
huge freeway down there at 11 o'clock?" "Ya, I see it" Josh observed. "Well
that's Interstate 10 and it just happens to go straight from New Orleans to
San Antonio" the lieutenant instructed.

"Cancel IFR" said LT Campbell. "Aye aye sir" answered Josh "New Orleans
Departure, Navy six echo 399 cancel IFR, proceed VFR" Josh called on the
radio. "Navy 399, Departure, cancellation received, maintain VFR, squawk
1200, frequency change approved" departure control approved his
request. "Now let's descend to 2500 feet" the lieutenant instructed.

"So its that easy? I just follow the highway?" asked Josh. "Well we have
one snag coming up... when we get to Houston, we won't be able to cross the
city at this altitude, so we'll either have to climb over the city or we
will have to go around it" said LT Campbell.

Josh really enjoyed this flight. He was down low enough to see everything
and he liked how fast the scenery moved by. The low altitude gave him the
illusion that he was flying even faster than he was, which made him feel
closer to his eventual dream of flying a Navy jet. They climbed up to 8500
feet to cross Houston and then dropped back down before continuing on to
San Antonio.

Later, Josh was concentrating hard as he flew a Ground Controlled Approach.
"Now at one mile, Navy 399 you are slightly above glide path, slightly
right of course" the ground controller read Josh his position off of the
scope. Josh once again flew his instruments until the aircraft was about
200 feet above the ground and then LT Campbell took control and touched
down on the broad runway of Randolph Air Force Base in San Antonio.

It turned out that LT Campbell was rushing to San Antonio that afternoon to
be with his wife who was tending to her dying mother. When Josh discovered
this he felt like an asshole. "Fuck! I was being a jerk all afternoon and
the lieutenant really did have an important reason to get here!" Josh
considered to himself. "I just need to not be so quick to judge... I always
seem to regret it later" he concluded.

Josh was very gracious to LT Campbell as they debriefed. He thanked the
lieutenant for an awesome opportunity to do something new in the aircraft
– visually navigating from New Orleans to San Antonio. He then wished
him good luck and his mother in law better health, or at least to be
comfortable and pain free.

Then Josh was on his own on a strange base in a new city with no plans for
the weekend. LT Campbell suggested that he check into the BOQ (Officer's
Quarters) and then go to the Officer's Club. "The O-Club here at Randolph
is known across the military as the place to be on Friday night" the
lieutenant told him.

 Josh took his advice and got situated at the "Q" and even took a shower
before putting on a clean flight suit. He had seen Officer's Clubs in
enough movies to know that he wanted to go in his flight suit.  He spent
some time in front of the mirror to ensure he looked his best. LT Campbell
told him that the club would be filled with ladies from all over San
Antonio looking to find aviators to date.

Josh always wanted to look his best, but he didn't really care about the
girls being interested in him. He knew he was going to a place that would
also be filled with hot guys and even though he realized that he would
looking at them rather than them looking at him, he always liked to look
his best.

Josh went to the front desk of the BOQ to ask which direction to start
walking to the club and the petty officer told him that he could call the
base taxi to take him over there. Josh was amiable to this idea since it
was a hot, humid evening and he knew if he spent too much time outside, he
would get hot and sweaty.

Josh got out of the taxi and walked into the club. It was packed, with
other guys in flight suits and a lot of single women dressed to the
hilt. Josh thought this was kind of funny as the guys who were dressed so
informally were being chased by girls who probably primped for hours before
coming to the club.

Josh thought these Air Force pilots looked kind of ridiculous, as they all
had these funny scarves around their necks, tucked into flight suits behind
the front zipper. "What the fuck is this shit?" Josh thought to himself
"They all look like they're trying to be movie stars or something!"

He walked up to the bar. "You want the special?" the bartender
asked. "What's the special?" Josh replied. "Fridays, 32 ounce Long Island's
are three bucks" the bartender announced, obviously annoyed with this pilot
that didn't seem to know the drill. "Sure that sounds great!" Josh answered
him in a friendly tone.

He was handed a liter carafe filled with vodka, rum, gin, tequila, triple
sec, sweet & sour and splashed with coke. The bar tender had squeezed the
end of one straw and pushed it into another to make a straw long enough to
not fall into this tall drink. Josh thought it was cool how military bases
sold things, like this cocktail, at extremely low prices. Obviously a lot
of other pilots felt the same way because there were loads of them there
and everyone was sucking one of these enormous Long Islands through their
long straws.

"Hey Navy guy!" an Air Force pilot called to him. Josh turned towards the
sound of the voice. He was pleased to find a young blond guy a couple
inches shorter than him looking right at him with a big smile on his
face. "Hey!" Josh grinned and returned the greeting.

"We're putting together teams for a game of Crud, you wanna play?" the
pilot invited him. "Sure, but I don't know how" Josh conceded. "Don't
worry, I'll show ya! You Navy guys aren't pussies are ya? This game is
kinda rough!" the Air Force guy questioned.

"Look who's callin who a pussy? You little Air Force runt!" Josh mused to
himself after checking the smaller guy out. "By the way, I'm Patrick" the
pilot introduced himself. "I'm Josh, nice to meet you" Josh returned as he
shook his hand. Josh thought it was interesting that he went by Patrick and
not by Pat. He had always considered using one's full name as being kind of
gay.

Josh noticed that Patrick was wearing the silver wings of a US Air Force
pilot on his name tag. "Shit, this guy is a winged pilot! I wonder what he
flies" Josh thought. He also noticed the gold bars on Patrick's shoulders
indicating that he was still the same rank as Josh though.

"So come on, we're playing in here" Patrick motioned. Josh followed him
into the next room which was filled with billiard tables. "We're gonna play
pool?" asked Josh. "Not exactly" Patrick began.  "This is called Crud, it's
a `Zoomie' game" he continued using the Air Force `nickname'.

"We only play with the cue ball and one other... and you don't use a cue
stick – you gotta throw the cue ball with your hand to hit the other
ball in. First team to do it 3 times wins." Patrick explained. "That sounds
easy enough" Josh announced. "Hold on! There's a few more rules" Patrick
laughed. "You gotta throw the cue ball before the other ball stops moving
or you lose your turn... so the game moves real fast. And, you can only
shot from one end of the table or the other, not from the sides so
sometimes you're running from end to end before that ball stops."

"Anything else?" Josh asked in an annoyed tone as this game started to
sound a bit more difficult. "Ya, one more thing. The other guy can block
you, trip you, shoulder butt you, scream at you, whatever he can do to make
you fuck up your shot. But he can't grab and hold you" Patrick
concluded. Josh suddenly wasn't so sure he wanted to play this game
anymore.

"Let's watch first" Patrick suggested. "Cool" Josh agreed. Four pilots, in
teams of two began to play the game. They took turns running to grab the
cue ball and then quickly aiming and throwing it towards the other ball
trying to sink it in one of the six pockets. The requirement of throwing
the cue before the other ball stopped moving did make for a fast moving
game!

"Fuck!" Josh sighed as he watched these guys rushing up and down the table,
snatching, throwing, blocking, tripping, falling all while the balls
continued to move about the table. Despite the physical combat, one team
eventually managed to sink the ball three times and won the game.

"Are you ready to play?" Patrick asked. "Sure, let's do it" Josh
agreed. "Who's the Squid?" one of the opposing players asked Patrick as
they approached the table.  "This is my Navy buddy Josh" Patrick answered
as Josh and the Zoomie pilot greeted each other and shook hands.

Josh was pleased with how friendly everybody was being. He was a little
concerned about going to the Officer's Club by himself, not knowing anybody
here at Randolph. "It's one big happy military" he thought to himself "It
doesn't matter that they're Air Force and I'm Navy." He even noticed that
nobody seemed to care that he must have been a flight student since his
flight suit bore no wings.

Josh quickly discovered how hard it was to line up a shot throwing the cue
ball with his hand. After each shot he didn't make, he also had to remember
to get out of the way so that Patrick could set up for his next shot.

Josh ran as fast as he could so he could shoot before the other ball
stopped moving. "Balls!!!" echoed the laughing pilots who were watching the
game. Josh stopped and threw his hands up as he realized everyone was
calling a foul on him. "What'd I do?" Josh asked Patrick confused.

"When ur balls are past the corner of the table, they call `Balls!' –
remember, you can only shoot from the end of the table" Patrick
instructed. "Ok... So, what if I was a girl and had no balls?" Josh
joked. "Then we call `Lips!'" Patrick laughed.  Josh cracked up laughing at
this and jumped back into his shooting rotation,

Josh and Patrick lost the game 3 to 0, because Josh just wasn't very good
at this new game and Patrick was smaller than the guys they were playing
against and they basically just knocked him aside whenever he tried to
shoot. They both still had a lot of fun though.

After the game they went to the bar for another drink. "How come you go by
Patrick?" Josh probed his new friend. "Cuz I hate the name Pat" Patrick
answered quickly. "I don't want people wondering if I'm a boy or a girl" he
joked.  "I can tell you're a boy!" Josh teased.

"So `Ensign Joshua Scott', why do you go by Josh when your name tag says
Joshua?" Patrick shot back. "Shit! The Navy just made this name tag for me,
nobody but my mom calls me Joshua!" Josh explained.

"Well, if ur not gonna use your whole name, I'm gonna use your name tag!"
Patrick teased as he tore Josh's Velcro backed leather nametag from his
flight suit. Patrick tore his own name tag off his flight suit and replaced
it with Josh's.  "Ok, I'll just use yours!" Josh quipped as he snagged
Patrick's embroidered name tag out of his hand and affixed it to the Velcro
pile on his flight suit.

Josh thought he got the better trade, because now he was wearing wings. Not
his coveted Navy Wings of Gold, but still they were wings! He figured this
was the first time in his life he actually had wings affixed to his chest,
save the little plastic ones he got from United Airlines when he was eight.

Josh looked at Patrick and realized he was really cute! And, it was cool to
see Patrick wearing his Navy nametag. "What you lookin at?" Patrick
questioned. "At you, Joshua!" Josh teased. "Fuck you! Joshua's a cool name,
and this way everybody knows I'm a boy!" Patrick shot back laughing. "I
don't think the name `Josh' sounds that much like a girl!" Josh defended
himself.

Josh was having a great time and getting kind of drunk. At first he just
thought that he and Patrick were just getting along well, but eventually he
realized that they were flirting, platonically perhaps, but definitely
flirting.

"So what's with the scarves all you Zoomies wear?" asked Josh. "Scarves!"
Patrick giggled. "I thought I told you I'm not a girl!... They're called
`Ascots'".  "Excuse me! What's with your Ascots?" Josh said in the best
`hoity toity' voice he could muster.

Patrick faked being upset with Josh as he explained "the ascot tells
everybody which squadron we're in, it's a camaraderie thing." "We just wear
a patch for that!" said Josh. "So where's ur patch, Squid!" Patrick
wisecracked.

They continued to drink and talk. Josh learned that Patrick had just earned
his wings at Luke AFB outside of Phoenix and had been sent to Randolph as a
`Plow-Back' – a graduate whose first assignment was to be a flight
instructor.

"I can't believe you're an instructor pilot! Ur so cool... my instructors
are mostly assholes!" Josh exclaimed. "My instructors were mostly assholes
too!" Patrick laughed "So I'll have to careful to be extra nice when I
start flying with students."  "Ya, you should do that!" Josh drunkenly
agreed.

"Are you stayin at the Q?" asked Patrick. "Ya, I am. You probably got an
apartment in town, huh?" replied Josh. "Na, I'm at the Q right now too. I
just got here last week, I'll get an apartment soon, though. Do you wanna
ride back to the Q?" Patrick suggested.

"Fuck, I think ur too drunk to drive dude!" Josh threw out. "Well it's
quite a ways to walk" Patrick observed. Josh suggested they take the base
taxi, which was a free service only available to visiting aircrews. Patrick
readily agreed.

The taxi pulled up in front of the Officer's Quarters and they got out.
"Ur prolly o'er there in the hotel section, you should come check out the
room they gave me... it's like a whole condo" Patrick suggested. "That
sounds cool" Josh agreed.

Josh was impressed with the quarters the Air Force had assigned Patrick. As
far as Josh knew, the Navy didn't even have anything like this for its
junior officers.  "This is cool!" Josh complemented. "Ya, I'd just stay on
base, but we're so far from town here, it's too far to go out clubbin an
stuff. So I'll prolly move."

"What kinda clubs you go to?" Josh probed. "Ah, there's some really cool
ones here! Right down by the Alamo" Josh answered excitedly. Josh wished he
knew San Antonio better, maybe there was a clue there... "are those gay
clubs?" he thought to himself.

Josh was destined to get his answer fairly quickly as Patrick complained
about being too hot and started taking off his flight suit. "Whitey
tighties?" laughed Josh.  "Shit, when I wear boxers, my dick comes out the
fly and rubs on the zipper of my flight suit!" giggled Patrick "So I just
wear briefs."

"Ya, I know that sucks" Josh agreed. "It's hot, take your bag off too and
we'll watch some TV" Patrick suggested. Josh eagerly complied and the two
of them stood there in their t-shirts and underwear – Josh in his
boxers, Patrick in his briefs.

Patrick suggested they go to the kitchen for another drink. All Patrick had
was vodka and orange juice. "Shit, I don't think I've had a Screwdriver
since high school!" Josh teased. "Fuck you! The orange juice is for
breakfast, but it's all I got right now!" Patrick defended himself
chuckling.

Josh drunkenly analyzed the current situation... Here he was standing in
his underwear in the apartment of a cute boy he had been flirting with all
night. "He's got to be gay!" thought Josh "What else could possibly be
going on here?" he considered further. "I gotta take a chance! But this is
really gonna suck if I'm wrong" he reasoned.

"So are you gonna prove to me that ur a boy... Pat?" Josh said before he
could think anymore about it and back out. "Sure, if ya want!" giggled
Patrick as he grabbed his package through his underwear and showed it to
Josh. "How do I know you don't just have a sock in there?" teased Josh.

Patrick stuck his thumbs under the waist band of his briefs and pulled them
down. Out flopped a mostly hard, 6" cock. "Does that look like a sock?"
Patrick laughed. Josh's eyes locked onto Patrick's meat and couldn't help
but reach out to feel its warmth and hardness.

"Aaah!" Patrick sighed as he enjoyed Josh's touch and he reached up to feel
Josh's chest. Josh looked into Patrick's green eyes and knew that it would
be ok to lean in for a kiss. Patrick met Josh lips with his own and they
tasted each other's flesh for the first time. Josh was so excited; he had
found another pilot that liked guys!

Their tongues found their ways into each other's mouths and they enjoyed
this moment of complete friendship with a stranger. Patrick broke the kiss
and looked at Josh with a grin. He took Josh's hand and led him towards the
bedroom. Josh happily followed.

Josh lifted Patrick's t-shirt over his head as they reached the bed. He
lowered his head and started licking Patrick's chest as he took him in his
arms and lowered him onto the bed. He probably had 20 pounds on Patrick and
Josh liked that.  There was a vulnerability in a smaller guy and Josh
enjoyed taking on the role of `dominator', or `protector'.

Josh found Patrick's nipple and lightly kissed and suckled it as Patrick
moaned and caressed his head. Josh broke away momentarily to remove his
t-shirt and then plunged back in to press his skin against
Patrick's. Patrick pulled Josh back into another kiss as they ground their
stone hard cocks against each other through the fabric of their underwear.

Josh thrust a hand downward across Patrick's trim torso and belly and into
his briefs. Patrick increased the intensity of his pelvic thrusts as Josh
clamped his hand around Patrick's shaft. Patrick too, had a need to feel
Josh's manhood and struggled to get his hand into his boxers. When he made
contact, Josh shuddered.

Josh began to lick down Patrick's chest again and continued down to his
navel.  Josh pulled Patrick's briefs over his cock and then pushed them
down his legs.  His straight cock lay slapped against his lower belly and
Josh reached for it and led it to his awaiting lips.

Josh touched his tongue to Patrick's cock head before engulfing the shaft
deep down his throat. "Ah fuck that's hot!" cried Patrick as he thrust his
dick deeper down Josh's throat. It was a sexual frenzy as Josh licked and
sucked and Patrick pumped and moaned.

Patrick reached his climax as he grabbed Josh's head tighter and pulled his
legs up along Josh's body. He began spurting his load into Josh's throat
and Josh eagerly accepted every drop. The intensity of Patrick's orgasm
became too much and he cried for mercy lifting Josh's head off of his
cock. Josh wiped his mouth as he smiled and leaned in to kiss Patrick once
again.

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Josh awoke the next morning and it took him a moment to set his
bearings. He wasn't in his own bed and he wasn't alone. It slowly came back
to him. "Fuck my head hurts!" Josh lamented his hangover. He looked at his
bed mate. There lay the cute pilot from the O-Club last night. "Patrick"
Josh remembered his name.

"Well, even with bed hair, I can see he's hot, so I don't have to sneak out
of here in shame" Josh mused to himself. He scooted in close behind
Patrick's back and put his arm over him. Patrick pulled Josh's arm down
around his chest and Josh pressed in closer until his groin contacted
Patrick's ass. He fell back asleep.

Josh awoke again a couple hours later to the smell of coffee and sound of
the shower. Patrick must have gotten up already as Josh was alone. Josh
looked about the room as he lay in bed. Since it was a furnished room in
the BOQ, it didn't display much of the personality of its occupant, but
Josh could at least tell that Patrick kept things neat.

"G'mornin dude!" Patrick broke Josh's thoughts as he came out of the
bathroom drying himself with a towel. "Hey" Josh replied as he admired
Patrick's trim toned body. Josh enjoyed Patrick's lack of modesty as he
stood before Josh fully naked. "I guess we know each other pretty
intimately, even if we don't know each other very personally" Josh reasoned
to himself.

They decided to spend the day sight seeing in San Antonio. Patrick hadn't
seen too much either since he only got there about a week earlier. Josh
returned to his room to clean up and then they met again about 2:00pm.

"Thanks for taking me off base to check things out" said Josh "I figured I
was gonna be stuck on base all weekend." "I really don't know anybody here
either, dude, thanks for hangin out with me" Patrick replied. They left
base through the main gate and turned onto the Blake highway towards
downtown San Antonio.

They found parking near the Alamo and worked their way down to the
Riverwalk.  "This is cool" Josh observed as he viewed the Venice-like canal
lined with shops, hotels and restaurants. They found a Mexican restaurant
with tables along the river and took a seat for a late lunch.

"So when do you start flying with students?" asked Josh. "I start my IUTs
on Monday. So it will be bout three weeks before I have my first
instructional flight with a student" Patrick replied. "What's an IUT?"
questioned Josh. "Instructor Under Training flights... I have 12 to fly,
plus a few simulators and some ground school" Patrick explained.

Their meals came. Josh looked out down the narrow river canal and saw
others dining on barges that cruised back and forth under stone bridges and
the large trees. There was the sound of a Mariachi Band playing on the
other side of the canal. Josh loved Mexican food and was enjoying the
company of his attractive and charming lunch date.

"So when do you get your wings?" asked Patrick. "Shit, I got a long ways to
go" Josh began. "I got about another month in Pensacola, and then hopefully
I'll go to Meridian to fly jets. Then I have a whole nother year of flight
training before I'm winged" he continued.

"Navy flight school must be a lot longer that the Air Force, cuz I only
spent about a year total earning my wings" Patrick observed "Of course, you
guys gotta learn how to land on an aircraft carrier too... we don't have to
do that." Josh considered this. Aircraft carriers were one of the big
reasons he chose the Navy.  He thought they were just `cool'. "If learning
to fly off the carrier made flight school longer, than so be it" he
figured.

They finished their lunch and took off to explore San Antonio's historic
downtown.  They did some shopping and stopped a couple of times to enjoy a
cool beer to fight off the afternoon heat of a summer in Texas. The first
beer went down kind of slow as Josh was still feeling the two liters of
Long Island Iced Tea that he consumed the night before.

Returning to the car to drop off some packages, Josh noticed the Alamo. "Do
you wanna check that out?" Josh asked. "Ya, that would be cool... the only
thing I know about the Alamo is from that old Pee Wee Herman movie where
someone stole his bike and hid it in the basement of the Alamo" Patrick
chuckled. "Ya, I know that one... he gets here and goes on the tour only to
find out the Alamo doesn't have a basement!" Josh laughed. Patrick cracked
up in agreement.

Josh enjoyed historical places like this. He tried to visualize the events
that occurred right on the spot he was standing. The Alamo, however, was
particularly moving as he learned that all 236 of the Texan defenders were
slaughtered by the Mexican Army as they fought for their independence. Now,
as he stood in amongst the skyscrapers of modern San Antonio this grim
picture was even harder to imagine.

By the time the afternoon heat turned to a beautiful San Antonio evening,
Josh had gotten to know his Air Force friend pretty well, and he was very
fond of him.  They had discussed almost every part of their lives they
could think of, but Josh was very vague about his love life back in
Pensacola.  Patrick, it turns out had just recently decided to follow
homosexual desires he had recognized early in his life and was disappointed
that Josh didn't live closer as he would have liked to pursue a
relationship with him.

They topped off their amazing day by going to a gay club called the `Bonham
Exchange' named after one of the prominent defenders of the Alamo. Josh
thought this club was amazing as it was huge, with multiple levels, bars
and dance floors. It was fun to be able to touch Patrick again, as they had
been behaving themselves in public all day.

Josh occasionally grabbed the hips of his lean buddy as they danced to
trance music. Josh noticed the buzz of the alcohol was creeping up on them
again. He decided to stop drinking as he figured he might end up driving
them back to the base.

They moved out onto the dance floor for a slow dance. As they wrapped their
arms around each other and swayed to the beat of the music, they drifted
off to their own world. The darkness of the club was broken by the flash of
the disco lighting. The sound of the music blocked out everyone else and
suddenly they were alone is a sea of others.

Josh enjoyed how Patrick nuzzled his face into Josh's shoulder. Patrick's
hands moved down Josh's back and cupped his ass through his Jeans. Josh
pulled a hand up and held Patrick's adorable head, holding it against
him. Josh turned his head and smelled Patrick's hair. It was so sweet and
fresh Josh pressed his lips out and kissed his head.

They were disappointed when the song ended and immediately transitioned to
a heavy beat. Rather than breaking apart into a fast dance, they stood
still for a moment, their arms still around one another, and looked into
each others eyes.  Josh smiled and Patrick returned the smile displaying
the emotion of the moment.

They both realized that this was a fleeting moment, a love that couldn't
be. They were two military men, not in control of their own assignments and
destinations.  But this didn't mean that they couldn't enjoy the moment.
Josh considered that he might have encounters like this throughout his
military career. As sad as it was that it couldn't last, that wasn't to say
that he would wish that that he never had the encounter at all.

They returned to Patrick's apartment at the BOQ and fully explored their
feelings and passion taking advantage of the brief time they were being
afforded. They both realized that in the next couple of days they would
each climb into their respective cockpits and fly towards their own
destinies.

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I hope you enjoyed it... Im starting chapter 17 this afternoon, it should
be out in about a week or so. I always enjoy any comments you may have.

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