Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2019 16:31:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Michael Mcclelland <relaxedbator@aol.com>
Subject: The Pilot part 1

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The Pilot part 1

It was almost 11:30PM when Leo climbed into the hotel shuttle bus with the
other crew members from his flight. He had been working for this particular
carrier for just over seven years flying a regional jet up and down the
Southeastern United States.  It was the career that he had always dreamed
of having, and for the most part, he loved it.  He was doing the thing he
was passionate about.  His parents had been strong supporters of the notion
that a young person needed to identify the one thing in life that they were
passionate about, then go out and pursue the dream of doing that thing to
make a life and a living.  They helped him pay for his early flight
instruction to the point that he became a Certified Flight Instructor and
was able to start paying for his own training.  He had earned his Private
Pilot License and Instrument Rating by the time he graduated High School.
His academics were outstanding and Leo was able to earn a coveted
scholarship to Embry Riddle University in Florida. Everything about his
progress up the ranks through college and, finally, landing a job as a
First Officer with a regional airline was by the books.

Leo was more than a pilot. He was a very handsome and attractive man. In
fact, the marketing department for the airline had already asked him
several times to be featured in some of their print advertising. He looked
like the type of pilot every passenger would want up in the cockpit.  His
full head of lusterous dark hair, perfectly styled gave him a confident and
accomplished appearance. His body was trim and toned with broad shoulders
that tapered to a perfectly flat stomach.  His narrow hips stood on top of
beefy legs and the perfect bubble butt. And in his uniform, he was a
walking billboard. Even children would follow him with their eyes as he
strode through the airport from one gate to the next, whispering, "I hope
that's our pilot! I want to be like that someday."

But the life of a commercial pilot wasn't as glamorous as it seemed. There
was a lot of work to do before a flight; endless paperwork, record keeping
and flight logs.  As a relatively young pilot, he didn't always get the
choice assignments. And, there were plenty of days when he was on reserve,
sticking close to his phone in case he had to go quickly to the airport if
he was needed. Then there were the hotels in small cities that rolled up
the sidewalks long before the last flight of the night arrived.  The flying
was great, but the lifestyle left something to be desired.

The hotel shuttle was taking Leo, his fellow crew members and the crew from
another flight, over to the Marriott next to the airport.  He didn't have
to report back to work until the next afternoon at 1:00PM, but tomorrow
would be another long day that ended with him at another hotel at the
airport in Macon, Georgia. The cabin crews were all chatting away in the
hotel shuttle bus. Some of the girls had flown together before and Leo
could hear them talking about their boyfriends, husbands, children and
shoes. Why did women always seem to be talking about shoes?

The brakes of the shuttle squealed a bit as it came to a stop at the
Marriott and everyone started climbing out. The shuttle driver was lining
up all of the roll-on crew luggage on the curb and the two flight crews
were sorting through the tags to figure out which roll-on belonged to
whom. They all looked the same. Leo found his and made his way to the front
desk to get his room key. He was feeling hungry and checked to see what
time the restaurant closed.  There was enough time before he had to be back
at work that he could have a drink, so as soon as he was in his room, he
changed into some casual clothes and headed back down to the restaurant. He
decided to eat at the bar.

"Is the kitchen still open?" Leo asked.

The hostess told him they served until midnight, but the bar stayed open
until 1:00AM.  He had another ten minutes to get an order of food in.  The
bartender seemed like a nice enough fellow. He had that look, though, like
he had seen it all and heard it all. He took Leo's food order for a bacon
burger and fries as if it were the 100th one of the day. "You gonna wash
that down with anything, friend?"  The bartender punched at a computer
screen.

"I'll have a vodka martini, dry, rocks, olives"

"You got it," the bartender said.

While Leo waited for his cocktail, he sat swiping his cellphone. He checked
email, read a text from his mother and another one from his sister. His
drink arrived. The bartender had been generous.

"Mind if I sit here?" A tall man with a tan motioned to the seat two to the
right from Leo. He was wearing a light blue polo shirt and khakis. There
was a company logo stitched on the left breast of the shirt, but under the
logo it read "Flight Crew".

Leo held up his drink to the man, "Be my guest. And the 8-hour rule is well
in effect... bottle to throttle. I can drink for a couple more hours."

The man held out his hand. "I'm Gene. You must be a pilot, too."

"Yeah, first layover of this trip for me. You fly corporate?" Leo nodded to
the stitched logo.

"Challenger 650 for a law firm. The plane is based in Miami at Opa
Locka. Dropped the lawyers off around 2:30 this afternoon. Should be
heading home tomorrow night."

"Sweet! How's that work? You just stay with the plane until they're ready
to go back?"

"Most of the time. Sometimes we'll deadhead back to Miami if it's going to
be longer than three days. We'll even take another group of passengers to
Miami if the firm can get something out of it.  We once flew five of the
Miami Dolphins back just because one of them was a client. The plane costs
money and makes money." The bartender set a drink down in front of
Gene. Leo watched his hands as he swirled the ice around in the glass.  It
looked like Bourbon. "At least I'll get in a round of golf this time."

Gene and Leo chatted about the differences in their two parallel
careers. As they talked, Leo's eyebrows kept rising at the vast difference
in their routines. Leo had very little control over his schedule, but every
week he would receive a list of his scheduled flights as they were known by
the carrier. He knew when he was schedule to work, when he was on reserve
and had a complete list of all the segments he would be flying.  Gene, on
the other hand, had a crew meeting at the end of each month with the five
other pilots with whom he worked.  They were given specific information on
the use of the private jet by the firms Operational Services Director, and
they would work out a schedule among themselves. During times when the
plane was in Miami, each pilot took a share of reserve time in case the
plane had to leave suddenly. Once the plane left Miami, the two pilots
flying the plane remained with it until it returned to Miami and was handed
over to the next crew.  With the large number of lawyers who worked for the
firm, the plane very rarely sat idle for more than a day.  Typically, Gene
would be gone for two or three nights, and then have two or three days
off. The real difference between Gene's and Leo's schedules were that Gene
got to choose his work days in collaboration with the other pilots, as well
as having a pretty fair amount of say on which other pilot he would be
teaming with when he did work.

The law firm of Fuller Dixon didn't just own one corporate jet, it owned
three at a purchase cost of about $35 million each. The Miami flight crew
was six pilots. There were parallel crews in New Jersey and
Seattle. Occassionally, one of the pilots from one city was called to cover
for someone on another crew in a different city. It didn't happen often,
but when it did, it became very apparent why the pilots were all hand
picked by the Operational Services Director.

"It's a pretty tight bunch of guys. We work together really well. I guess
that's because we were all recruited to work for the firm," Gene told
Leo. "Everyone has a different background. Some are like you and come from
a commercial carrier. Other's have been flying corporate all of their
careers. One guy came to us straight from the military. That's Rob, he's
the pilot I'm teamed with on this trip."

"Sounds like a pretty sweet deal," Leo said.

"Even better... the firm paid for my certification on the Challenger. I
came over from flying a CRJ, but they picked up the tab for my type
rating."

"No kidding! That's incredible."  Leo was clearly impressed with the kind
of life Gene had.

As the two pilots chatted, Gene gave a subtle nod to the bartender and
another round appeared for both men. "This one's on me. Courtesy of the
firm."  Leo looked at his watch.  It was just past 1:00AM. "Hey Jack? Is it
okay if we take this round to go?"

"Yeah, sure. Just leave the glasses in your rooms. Housekeeping will get
'em back to me."

"Whatda you say we finish these up in my room? I'm not quite ready to call
it a night, and you're turning out to be good company," Gene said. His eyes
were moving up and down Leo's body.

"How about the other pilot? Won't he be asleep?" Leo asked.

"Nah.. he was hooking up with some nice piece of ass he found online. I
doubt he'll be back before dawn."

Leo and Gene rode the elevator up two floors, chatting the entire time
about different airports they hating flying in to.  And, they bitched to
each other about some of the Air Traffic Controllers they had encountered
in different parts of the south.  "How about that Jacksonville controller
with the heavy Texas accent? He cracks me up!" Leo said.

As the doors of the elevator opened, Leo was definitely feeling the effects
of the vodka. He even swerved a bit as they turned down the hallway and
Gene had to steady him by holding on to his waist.  Finally, Gene opened
the door to his room. The wall sconce between the two queen sized beds was
on, but no one else was in the room. There was a round table with two
chairs, and a loveseat across the front of a large window. Leo immediately
plopped down on the loveseat nearly spilling his drink.

"Hey, I'm gonna grab a quick shower. I've been in these clothes since 5:00
this morning. Make yourself comfortable."  Gene started to pull the polo
shirt up and over his head.  Leo couldn't help but admire the man's body.
He was incredibly fit with very little body fat. His stomach was completely
flat, but lacked the definition that a serious bodybuilder might have. Gene
could feel Leo's eyes on him as he turned in Leo's direction and began to
loosen his belt and unbutton the khakis. Leo took a long sip of his martini
as Gene's pants fell to the floor. Gene could even hear Leo gulp as he
revealed the tiniest white bikini briefs. Gene's cock and balls were barely
contained in the cotton fabric.

Leo's eyes were transfixed on the significant bulge in Gene's briefs as
Gene came towards him. "Forgot my drink," Gene said as he stood only two
feet in front of Leo. He winked as he picked up the short glass from the
round table and turned toward the bathroom. Watching Gene's ass walk toward
the bathroom, the cotton fabric stretched tight, made Leo's cock start to
harden. He wasn't even aware of it until he heard the water turn on in the
bath.

Gene wasn't in the shower for more than two minutes. As Leo sat in Gene's
hotel room, the sexual tension between them seemed suddenly very
palpable. Leo's cock had definitely arrived at a full erection think about
the possibilities with the other pilot.  It wouldn't be the first time a
situation like this presented itself. Leo never even considered hiself to
be gay, straight or bi. Sex just seemed to happen and it never really
matter with whom.

The shower suddenly fell silent and a minute later Gene appeared from the
bathroom. Leo's mouth opened slightly at the sight of Gene's naked body,
wet from the shower. Gene was toweling his hair and seemed perfectly
comfortable standing naked in front of Leo. Gene put the towel around his
neck and swigged the rest of the bourbon from his glass. His eyes never
left Leo's as if he was assessing what Leo's reaction was. Leo's gaze
darted back and forth between Gene's eyes and his cock. Without even
thinking about it, Leo was squeezing his own erection in his jeans.

"Looks like we're both feeling a little horny," Gene said. He walked from
the far side of the room to stand only inches in front of Leo. His
thickening cock started rising toward Leo's face. Gene put his hand on
Leo's shoulder moved Leo's body forward. Gene's cock was poised at Leo's
open lips.

It was as if Leo was starving for cock. He took Gene into his mouth with no
inhibitions and used his tongue to stroke Gene's 7 inches inside his mouth.
Gene pushed his cock all the way in; down Leo's throat until his pubic hair
was pressed against Leo's nose. Leo's throat contracted as it began to gag,
but he didn't pull off of Gene's cock. He let it settle in and he relaxed
his throat to accomodate its new resident.

"Oh, fuck yeah... your mouth feels so good... take that cock." Leo could
only hum inside his throat and his vocal chords tickled the head of Gene's
cock. It began moving in an out of Leo's mouth as a thick layer of mucus
formed to help the swollen cock slide more easily into the welcoming
cavity.

Gene had his hands on Leo's head and slowly fucked his mouth. Leo used his
free hands to unfasten his jeans and pull out his own drooling
cock. Copious amounts of precum flowed from the head of Leo's cock making
it very slippery. Leo's hand moving rapidly up and down his shaft as his
mouth became a fuck hole for Gene's cock.

Gene could feel himself getting closer to an orgasm. He just wasn't ready
to cum before he fully enjoyed Leo's body.  He slowly pulled his stiff cock
from Leo's mouth. Leo's lips seemed as if they didn't want to let go and he
held the head of Gene's cock between his lips as long as Gene would let
him.

"Let's get you out of these clothes, man," Gene said. He pulled Leo up from
the loveseat and unbutton his shirt. Leo's jeans had to be pulled down over
his muscular thighs and Gene pushed Leo's boxerbriefs down to his ankles
with the denim of the jeans. Leo was soon naked as the two men stood facing
each other. "You were so sexy down at the bar. I couldn't resist taking the
chance. Glad you decided to come up here and have that second drink."

"Me, too." Leo leaned into Gene's body and kissed him. Leo's talented
tongue played inside Gene's mouth and the two naked bodies pressed and
rubbed against each other. Gene pulled Leo into him and began backing up
toward the bed. Their lips didn't part as their bodies fell together onto
the queen sized bed.

"Eat me, man. I want to feel that awesome mouth on my ass." Leo didn't
hesitate to push Gene's legs up over his shoulders. He dove between Gene's
thick thighs; his mouth was as hungry for Gene's ass as it had been for his
cock. And, Leo's tongue never seemed to tire. It circled Gene's hole and
plunged inside Gene's ass. He could feel the soft tissue yield and
expand. Leo flattened his tongue and made long wet swipes over Gene's hole,
licking up along his taint before returning to the prize of Gene's ass.

"Uhhh.. fuck, that's good. Don't stop." Gene stroked his cock as Leo made a
feast of his hole.

Leo couldn't take it any more. His cock oozed precum. It was puddling under
Leo's body on the bedspread. He scooped some up and slathered it onto his
cock head. He moved his hips up against Gene's thighs and eased his cock
forward until it pressed against Gene's wet hole.

"Yeah, do it. Fuck me. I want that cock. Fuck me!" Leo slid his cock into
Gene's ass. It was very clear that this was not the first time Gene had
been fucked. The lips of is ass relaxed easily around Leo's throbbing
dick. Leo started a slow fuck rhythm and moved back and forth; and and out
of Gene's warm ass.

Gene took his own cock in his hand and began stroking in the same rhythm
that Leo was fucking him. Gene's legs spread as far as they could and Leo's
back arched as he twerked his cock into Gene's hole. Together their orgasms
built until they couldn't stop. Leo pounded his cock into Gene's ass as
Gene let go a gush of cum that splashed up onto Leo's chest before falling
back down to splay onto Gen's belly.

"Holy fuck! Uhhh...I'm cumming!" Leo growled as his cock erupted inside of
Gene's ass. Leo's strokes slowed but didn't lose any of their depth as he
continues to slide the head of his cock against Gene's prostate. Both
orgasms seemed epic as Leo lost all strength in his legs. He collapsed onto
Gene with cum squishing between them. Leo's lips found Gene's and they
continued to make out in the glow of their orgasms.

There was a sudden noise of the hotel room door being unlocked and neither
Leo or Gene had the strength or the speed to move. As the other pilot
entered the hotel room, he froze when he saw the pair on the bed, Gene's
legs were still wrapped around Leo's waist and their lips were still
teasing each other. Both heads snapped towards the door when they realized
they were no longer alone.

"Dude! What the fuck?" Rob said. "Why didn't you tell me there was a party
back at our room?"

...to be continued