Date: Thu, 10 Sep 2015 17:30:45 -0400
From: Kenneth8rodman <kenneth8rodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Flying Fairies

			     FLYING FAIRIES I

 There were three reasons for flying myself across the country. First, the
job opportunities for job growth in my field in Buffalo were very slim to
none. Second, the weather for a private pilot, even with an instrument
rating was less than gruntled. Third, for someone who recently came to
realize they were gay, the local social scene was very dismal. So I had
arranged interviews for likely jobs. One in Chicago which on visiting the
firm I didn't like. Two in San Francisco one of which turned me down and
the second looked pretty good and they would let me know in the next 72
hours. I had just landed in Santa Fe and was really hoping this deal would
float. Having visited Santa Fe once in the past, I had become enchanted
with it. The weather was superb and the town was remarkably friendly and
diverse. The art community got along with the business people, the Latin
population and the folks of European descent did fine together. The gays
and straights likewise and the same with the few African Americans, and the
indigenous folk.

 I landed in Santa Fe, tied the plane down and went to the FBO to arrange
for fuel. I found there a notice posted for the Santa Fe Flyers meeting the
following night. The office confirmed that the club was for amateur pilots
like myself and I planned to attend.

 The job interviews the next day at the firm I hoped to connect with were
pretty exhausting. There were two with different men in the morning. Lunch
and an interview with a sort of mannish woman and finally a meeting with
all three of the interviewers with more questions. Coffee and pastries were
brought in, the interviewers excused themselves for what they said was a
brief meeting and they returned with a job offer that was better than I had
hoped for. I was to start in a month and I called my boss in Buffalo to
give notice that I was quitting. He wished me well and we made arrangements
for me to return in a week to polish off some undone tasks.

 A congratulatory glass of a superb Cabernet and an equally good dinner and
I went to the Flyers meeting. When I got there, about twenty guys and three
women were already there. Eight or nine more men came in, one of whom sat
next to me. My gaydar started to hum as he introduced himself as Tod. He
was about my age, early thirties, nice looking, maybe six feet and 170
pounds. The subject of the meeting was a discussion of mountain flying and
the dangers of hypoxia. They also announced plans for a fly-in fishing trip
the following month.There was a coffee break after about half an hour and I
screwed up my courage and said to Tod that I was hoping to meet some family
at the meeting. He looked me in the eye and said, "Do you mean blood
relatives, or the bigger family?" I told him the latter and he said,
quietly, "So you're gay?" I said I thought so. "Hmm, an answer like that
requires more conversation. We have a club within the club called The
Flying Fairies and we usually meet after the main meeting for a beer. If
you want, I'll introduce you to the group. And maybe you can explain your
'I think so' answer."

 The Flying Fairies meeting was at a tavern about a ten minute walk from
the airport. Met some nice guys, there was a discussion about putting
together a flying trip for some fly fishing, had a beer and Tod invited me
to his apartment for another one.

 "So what's the 'I think so' business?" Tod said. I told him I was pretty
sure now but only came to accept it a year ago when my engagement to Julie
got cancelled. I'd had gay thoughts forever but they kept getting stronger
to the point if I was trying to have sex with Julie the only way I could
get hard was to fantasize I was screwing a guy. And even then didn't work
most of the time. What really killed our engagement was when I brought home
a strap on cock and asked her to screw me. So I was pretty sure I was gay
by then and a give/and/take blowjob with a guy made me sure.

 "Wow, an almost virgin. How about we get naked and see how your cock
responds to me?" He said. So we did. We were both hard by the time the last
piece of clothing was shed. "Oh boy! This is my lucky day." Tod said,
staring at my dick which was pointing about thirty degrees above the
horizontal and bending to the left. "Gotta be a nine incher and uncut. I've
only tasted one of those before and it was awesome."

 His cock was maybe an inch shorter, but thicker and sporting an oversized
head that looked for all the world like a WWII Nazi helmet. I told him it
was my luck too because I'd never even seen anything as big and pretty as
his. "How about it, can a I suck it?" He said. We were on his bed in
seconds and he had me in his mouth. After a minute or so he raised his head
and said, "Yep, uncut cocks do taste different. And nicely so. Do me a
favor though, let me know when you're going to pop because I want to watch
you squirt." My foreskin was about halfway pulled back off my cockhead and
he retracted it the rest of the way and resumed sucking. He was a lot
better at it than my previous sucker and I tried to pay attention to what
he was doing so I could pay him back and not leave him short changed. He
started to play with my balls and after a minute licked his finger and slid
it up my butt. That did it and quickly I started up the hill to my
orgasm. I warned him I was getting close and his finger stopped moving. He
stopped sucking too and was just tickling the tip of my organ with his
tongue. Closer, closer, oh God it felt so good and then when I was right on
the edge I told him and he lifted his head. He started to rub the underside
of my glans with a fingertip and in seconds POW! My cock jumped off his
finger and started to squirt. We both watched as my cock danced and
spurted. The cum racing through my cockhead was so forceful it felt more
like solids than liquids. "My lord, what a load! You must have been saving
up for a long time. Now my turn. You've got me hot as a pistol and I want
relief!" He said.

 He was seeping precum from that big dickhead and I licked that off and the
other love juice that was dripping down his member. Damn, but that tasted
better than I remembered from the only other dick I had licked. His helmet
was almost a mouthful and I concentrated on sucking that. Every so often I
would get a taste of more precum and every morsel was as tasty as the
first. I was a little squeamish about fingerfucking him but the moaning he
was doing would seem to indicate he was happy with what my tongue was doing
to his boner. I quit my ministrations long enough to ask him to let me know
when he was ready to cum because I'd only seen one other guy orgasm and I
definitely wanted to watch him blow. His balls were bigger than mine and
definitely liked being rolled around. "Oh yeah, for a rookie you do have a
touch. But slow down, I want this to last a while." I did, but it couldn't
have been more than a couple of minutes before he said,"Almost. I'm almost
there." I quit sucking and just tickled the tip of his organ with my
forefinger. The skin on his cockhead was so stretched it looked like it
might split and so swollen it made his piss slit gape open.  It was so hot
to watch that big cock strain I lost my inhibitions, rolled my other finger
in the cum on my belly and slid it up his pooper. That did it, his pucker
squeezed my finger and simultaneously he yelled "AAARRRGGGHH!" and his cock
began to squirt. Maybe I shot more cum, but he had me way beat for
distance. His splooge went up a good two feet in the air, helped by his
cock jerking and catapulting it. When his butt stopped squeezing my finger
I pulled it out. "Sheesh! I haven't cum that hard in a while. You are one
quick learner," he said.

        He invited me to come back the following night for a burger on the
grill and I spent the day lining up an apartment, a hangar rental and doing
all the things one has to do when anticipating a move. When I arrived that
night he gave me a big hug and said,"All I could think of all day was how
wonderful it would be to have that long tool of yours up my can. What do
you think, as an appetizer or for dessert?" As an answer I started peeling
off my clothes. I told him I had been awake last night thinking about how
that oversized cockhead would feel popping in and out of my hole. "Gee,
you've never had a cock up there before and you'd likely have a lot more
pain than pleasure," he said. I reminded him about the strap on cock I had
bought for my fiancee. She rejected it, but I told him I had used it many
times to spice up bashing the bishop and it was pretty close to the size of
his pecker. We flipped a coin and I won so I opted to get bred first. He
wanted me on top so he could watch my cock enjoy his ministrations. He
rubbered and lubed, lay on his back and pulled his knees up. I reached back
and directed his very hard boner to my rosebud. It took a minute of gentle
pressure for my pucker to relax enough to accommodate that oversized
cockhead but when it popped in it felt wonderful. He waited for me to get
used to him and then slid it all the way in. Yummy! The dildo never felt
that good for sure. He did a slow in and out and when he got close to his
climax he asked if I wanted to have him cum in me or not. I wanted to feel
that big dick throbbing in me knowing his splooge was squirting deep in my
belly. When he unloaded it was after he drove his dick as deep in me as it
would go and then I felt his organ pulse. I knew I'd never forget that
first time.

         I started to roll on a rubber but he stopped me. "I want to lick
that delicious man juice off your pecker first," he said. He did and then
rolled on the rubber. I went in easier than he did, no surprise. "Damn, it
feels like you're a foot deep. But nice, very nice. Sock it to me, I want
to be fucked hard. But when you're gonna unload, pull out because I want to
watch that yardstick squirt." He was keeping his sphincter tight around my
willie and I didn't last long before I got on the verge of my cumming and
pulled out. He peeled off the rubber, gently rolled my 'nads around and
equally gently and slowly stroked my rock hardon. The tightness in my
pelvis rose and became almost painful were it not for the joy of impending
inevitable ejaculation. I wanted to cum and I wanted the feeling to last
and then WHAM! My jizz ZZZIIIIPPPED through my cock like it wouldn't
quit. Over and over the splooge spurted and it took a while to empty my
tank. "Man, you can cum! That's way more than a mouthful and I wish I could
have caught your expression when you were squirting all that stuff. It
looked like you were in pain," he said.

        I spent the next day looking for an apartment and found one off
Canyon Rd. in the arts district, and then flew commercial back to Buffalo.
The next few weeks raced by as I arranged to have my belongings transferred
to my new digs and wound up my work.

			      TO BE CONTINUED