Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2019 18:12:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Michael Mcclelland <relaxedbator@aol.com>
Subject: The Pilot part 7

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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between reality and
the characters in this story, any air carrier or private corporation
described by this story, or actual behavior of individuals is entirely
coincidental.


The Pilot part 7

The three week type rating course was going by quickly. Each day began at
8:00AM with a full review session of the technical material covered in the
evening session from the previous evening. All of the details of electrical
systems, hydraulics, engine operation and behavior, flight management
computers, normal operating procedures and emergency procedures were
covered in painstaking detail.  After lunch, training would entirely focus
on cockpit procedures and learning how to operate the aircraft under a wide
variety of flight conditions. Every conceivable emergency procedure was
drilled, from a failure of one engine on take-off to full hydraulic failure
on approach and landing.

In the course of his professional career, Leo had been through this type of
training several times. Much of it was extremely familiar and easy to latch
on to. His mind was also highly adapted to working and retaining this type
of information; he'd been doing it for most of his life.

Brady, on the other hand, was often overwhelmed with all of the numbers and
technical details.  His training in how to fly an F-18 had been based on
the operational parameters of the aircraft and included only the essentials
of the mechanical. He was a seat-of-the-pants pilot who was quick to pick
up the behavioral quirks of the Challenger and how to fly the plane. But,
he was often out of his depth when it came to mastering the technical
understanding of the GE CF34-3B powerplants and the Collins Proline 21
flight deck.

By the second week, Leo and Brady had fallen into a bit of a routine. After
training sessions all day until nearly 7:00PM, they would grab something to
eat at either a local food joint, or eat quickly in the hotel
restaurant. Then, they would do some studying on their own before getting
together again around 10:30PM for some quick review and cross-quizing about
the material they were expected to know by the next day. Finally, around
midnight, clothing would come off and they would enjoy the physical
pleasures each had to offer.

Leo had come to crave having Brady fuck him. On some days, he could almost
feel his ass needing Brady's cock to be plunging in and stretching
him. Brady had quickly turned Leo's ass into a needy cunt. Even in the
morning, upon waking, Leo would finger his ass, still freshly fucked from
the night before. It felt puffy and loose. Three fingers could slide in
easily, lubricated by Brady's cum still in his ass.

It was day 16, and each of the five trainees was going to have a "normal
operations" flight test with one of the instructors.  The objective was to
fly a typical one hour flight from point to point. The trainees received
their flight assignments in the morning that included the departure airport
and destination airport, and the number of passengers and their luggage
weights each would theoretically be carrying; no two were the same. They
were each given the morning to produce all of the necessary navigational
flight planning, which included weather and wind, a full weight and balance
calculation that included the required fuel, and full provisioning
requirements for the number of passengers that would be onboard.  The
trainees would fly in the right seat with an experienced Challenger captain
in the left seat, so they would be required to conduct the flight under
"normal" conditions exactly as they would once they received their type
rating.

Leo found an envelope at his classroom study station that contained the
parameter of his simulated flight.  He would be departing from Palm
Springs, California, with a destination of Albuquerque, New
Mexico. Scheduled departure times was 2:30PM local. He was also instructed
that there would be nine passengers with a total weight of 1,665
pounds. Their luggage weighed 540 pounds. He was to use current time
weather and include all instrument procedures that applied.  He would also
be required to generate a fileable flight plan.  Leo looked at the bottom
on the assignment. The captain he would be flying with was Pierre
Desmarais.

As a commercial pilot, most of the type of planning Leo was being asked to
perform was done by a flight dispatcher. Otherwise, everything about this
assignment was something he was used to doing several times each work day.
He was meticulous in his preparation and prepared several routings which he
would present to his captain. The flight was short, so the difference
between the choices was marginal. Mostly, he wanted to show his competence
and his desire to please his captain, namely Pierre.

When he arrived at the Level-D simulator, Pierre was waiting for him
wearing the same outfit that he had worn the first day of the training
course. Pierre extended his hand and smiled, "Good afternoon, Leo. Good to
see you again."

"Hello, Pierre. Sorry... I should say.. Good afternoon, Captain." Leo
smiled.

"Leo, I think you will find that the formalities that you are accustomed to
in your airline career are rarely observed in the world of corporate
flying. Please, call me Pierre. You are my collegue, not my subordinate. We
will each have our responsibilities." Pierre seemed to be all business and
looked over the information on a clipboard that he held in his hand. "You
have just over 6,500 hours with your airline. I'm sure your cockpit
management skills are superb. I'm looking forward to this. For the sake of
this simulation, you will fly both the takeoff and landing, and I will
serve as the pilot monitoring the flight. If at any point, you feel you
need for us to reverse those roles, simply tell me directly and we can
discuss why you make this call when the simulation ends.  The entire
objective, however, is to conduct a normal flight from beginning to end to
assess your skills at handling the aircraft as the pilot flying. Is that
clear?"

"Yes, I understand," Leo replied.

"Excellent. So, at this point, I would like you to go into the simulator
and take your position in the left seat. We can pretend that I am
conducting the exterior inspection. You will find the aircraft parked at
the FBO just to the east of runway 31 Left. I will join you in ten
minutes." With that, Pierre patted Leo on the left shoulder and walked to
the rear of the simulator to chat with the technician that would handling
the simulator's control parameters. The technician would have the ability
to produce a failure in any of the simulated systems of the aircraft, or
produce something unexpected for the pilots to deal with.  For the
simulation, the technician would also be playing the role of Air Traffic
Control throughout the flight.

As Pierre predicted, Leo's cockpit resource skills were excellent and he
performed the preflight preparation with great efficiency. Everything about
the training flight went very smoothly and Pierre could find very few
issues of which to be critical. There was a moment during the takeoff roll
where the Cockpit Alerting System showed a warning INBD BRAKE PRESS
LO. Pierre pointed it out to Leo and Leo simply replied "Noted". He did not
panic or do anything which a seasoned pilot would have done. The aircraft
was airbone and the gear was retracting as Pierre made the
pointout. However, Leo kept it on his mind for the arrival in Albuquerque.

When the simulation ended, Pierre congratulated Leo on an excellent
flight. As they exited the simulator, Pierre said, "I would like to review
the CAS warning I pointed out to you on departure. Can you meet me in the
lounge at 6:00? It won't take long. I just need to be sure you understand
what was happening to cause the warning."

"Sure, that should be fine. I'll see you then."  As Leo left the simulator
bay, he saw that Brady was up next. Leo winked at him as they passed and
held his right hand in the air for a 'high five'. "Don't wreck the plane,
OK?" he said to Brady. The big guy just smiled as wide as it was possible.

Pierre was sitting alone in the pilot lounge when Leo stuck his head in at
precisely 6:00. "Is now a good time?"

Pierre waved him in. "Looks like they have already shut everything down and
taken away the pastries or I would offer you something." Pierre flipped the
'r' in pastries with his charming accent. Leo smiled.

"It's okay. I'm heading to dinner in a little while. Don't want to leave
Dallas with an ten extra pounds," he chuckled.

The two men chatted for a few minutes about the Brake Warning from Leo's
flight. Pierre was confident that Leo was well informed about both the
cause of the warning and its significance to the conduct of the flight.

"Overall, Leo, I think you can expect the rest of the training to go pretty
smoothly. You're a very good pilot and you have definitely shown a
commitment to learning the Challenger," Pierre said. "You must have
excellent study skills."  Pierre made a knowing smirk when he said this.

Leo smiled and said, "Yeah, one of the other guys in the session and I have
a good routine going."

"So I hear. I think you are probably helping Brady more than he is helping
you," Pierre said in a confidential tone of voice. "Are you and Brady going
to dinner tonight?"

"Yes, actually, we are. Would you care to join us?" Leo attempted to
insinuate as much as he could by the invitation without crossing the line
of saying something inappropriate. He figured Pierre's response would tell
him everything he needed to know.

"I have a feeling I would like very much to join you... in so many ways."
Pierre lifted an eyebrow and smiled. Leo thought to himself, 'game on!'

On the way to his rental car, Leo texted Brady. "Heads up. We have company
for dinner. Maybe more. Meet you in the restaurant in 15."

Brady responding within a minute, "Interesting!"

Leo pulled into a parking space at the hotel. Pierre was just behind
him. He had followed him the short distance from the airport to the hotel
in his own car.  Pierre had rolled up his shirt sleeves on his way to the
restaurant. Although it was approaching 6:30 in the early evening, the
Texas sun was still beating down at full force.  Both Leo and Pierre had
perspired enough that the backs and armpits of their shirts were darkened
with sweat.

Brady was sitting in the small lobby of the hotel as both men
entered. "Pierre! Hey man, you gonna join us for dinner?"

"Yes, hello Brady. Is that okay? Leo was kind enough to invite me along."

"I think this is great. We can pick your brain on how to ace the
checkride," Brady joked. His smile was infectious and it was the first time
Leo actually saw Pierre relax and smile.  Away from the training facility,
Pierre seemed much more jovial. His dark eyes darted from left to right,
quickly scanning the lobby and he seemed much less serious and concerned.

"I stayed in this hotel a few years back when I was conducting a similar
session on the Challenger. It hasn't changed at all!"  Pierre continued to
smile broadly and his eyes never stopped moving. His gaze also seemed to
fix every few seconds on Brady's chest and his crotch, then back to his
eyes.  He was standing next to Leo's left side.

"Well, the two of you are looking like you just came in from a Texas
rodeo. Are you gonna be comfortable in those sweat-through shirts, or do
you wanna put on something fresh so that you don't spoil my dinner?"
laughed Brady.

"That's a good idea. Pierre, you are welcome to borrow a shirt. No need for
us to look like slobs when there's a fresh shirt just upstairs," Leo
said. "We can all duck in to my room for a minute or so. Hell, I can even
offer you a glass of wine before dinner." Leo quickly looked over at Brady
and winked.

"Now your talkin'! I've had enough of Bleed Air Pressure and N2 values for
the day," said Brady. He reached out and began to guide Pierre toward the
elevator. Without a word from Leo, Brady stepped in and pressed the button
for the fourth floor. As the elevator rose, Leo noticed that the bulge in
Brady's trousers was also on the rise. The sexual tension between the three
men was as thick as a summer cloud.

As they entered Leo's room, he started to unbutton his damp shirt. He
pulled the tails out from his trousers as Brady said, "Where's the vino?"
He didn't wait for an answer and grabbed the bottle that was sitting on a
round table that was sitting in front of the room's window. Brady found
some plastic cups on the desk and began pouring three glasses of wine. He
glanced into the mirror just to his right and saw Pierre also on the last
buttons of his shirt. Pierre's chest was covered with a thick mat of dark
hair. It was sharply contrasted by Pierre's delicate white skin. As Pierre
peeled back his shirt, Brady licked his lips looking at the dark nipples
under all that chest hair.

Leo had found a couple of polo shirts in a dresser drawer. He also pulled
out a pair of shorts. "May as well get entirely comfortable. I've been
wearing these clothes since this morning." Shirtless, Leo began to unbuckle
his belt. He was moving slowly as if performing a well choreographed
striptease for Pierre.  The Canadian instructor stood watching Leo as he
slowly unzipped and opened his trousers. Brady moved to stand next to
Pierre as he handed him a plastic glass of wine. Pierre swallowed the first
sip audibly without taking his eyes off of Leo. Leo's trousers fell to the
floor and pooled around his ankles. The bulge in Leo's boxer briefs was
very significant and the head of his cock and the outline of his nearly
hard penis were obvious. A small wet spot also appeared on the fabric of
the briefs at the tip of Leo's cock.

Leo's right hand squeezed the obscene bulge and the wet spot grew. As he
did that, a slight gasp could be heard from Pierre.  Brady ran his right
hand down the pale skin of Pierre's back and said, "See something you
like?"

Leo stepped out of his pants; he now wore only a pair of boxer briefs and
dark grey socks. He bent down and pulled the socks off, then stood and
pushed his underwear down his legs. Brady moved behind Pierre and wrapped
his arms around Pierre chest as he ran his fingers through the forrest of
chest hair. "I think maybe we should all get comfortable," he
growled. Brady pressed his own bulge into Pierre's ass and began lightly
chewing on his neck up to his earlobe. Leo was now fully naked and he
stepped forward and unfastened Pierre's belt. Brady took the plastic glass
from Pierre's hands and turned Pierre's body to face him. Brady's fingers
found Pierre's nipples and he teased them, lightly pinching and
twisting. Leo worked quickly to get Pierre's pants unzipped as Brady moved
in to press his lips on to Pierre's. In no time, Pierre stood naked as
Brady mashed their lips together.

Leo's hands moved over Pierre's body and studied his perfectly pale
skin. Pierre had no hair on his back nor any blemish or imperfection. It
wasn't until the top of Pierre's ass that hair grew in a dense covering of
dark fur. It trailed into the crack of Pierre's ass and thickened as it
spread on to Pierre's thighs. Leo remembered seeing Pierre's perfectly
formed butt on the first day of the course. Now, here is was... naked and
in his hands. Leo spread the cheeks of Pierre's ass; his nose picking up
the fragrance of sweat and musk. He knelt behind Pierre while Brady
continued to devour Pierre's lips and tongue.  He held Pierre's hips and
pulled himself into the trench of Pierre's ass. His thumbs parted the thick
muscles and Leo drove his tongue into Pierre's moist hole. He licked
feverishly at the sweet hole and felt it yeild to his tongue. Pierre was
experiencing a form of sensory overload as he was being worked orally from
two ends.

Brady released his hold on Pierre so that he could undress himself and Leo
took that moment to lead Pierre onto the bed. Pierre crawled on his hands
and knees wanting more of Leo's tongue. What Leo noticed, however, was the
massive cock that sprang out in a full and stiff erection from the top of
Pierre's balls. As he crawled on to the bed, Pierre's heavy cock swung a
good ten inches downward toward his knees. Leo again licked from Pierre's
balls to his hole making a sloppy saliva covered mess of the tangle of
hair.

Brady watched the two of them as he pulled his shirt over his head and
practically ripped his pants off. He stood transfixed by Pierre's enormous
uncut cock. It was thick and heavily veined, but the skin seemed
translucent and perfect as it encased the engorged shaft. The foreskin had
pulled back from the shiny pink head and a thick strand of precum descended
on to the bed covering. Brady pulled Pierre's arm so that his body turned
and was guided toward Brady's thick cock. Leo followed the spread ass he
was eating so that Pierre was in the perfect position to satisfy both
cocks.

Pierre's eyes were fixed on Brady's dick. He watched hungrily as it bounced
and throbbed just inches from his open mouth. Brady's cock was dripping and
he wiped the tip on Pierre's lips. Watching Brady tease Pierre made Leo
rock hard. He held Pierre's hips and rubbed his cock up and down Pierre's
hairy crack. It was wet and slippery and prepared Leo's cock for the
inevitable. Poised at the opening to Pierre's ass, Leo teased him more; he
just used the tip of his cock to open Pierre's ass lips.  Pierre lustfully
wanted both cocks inside of him. He was almost whimpering as his mouth took
Brady's cock onto his tongue. As the thick meat moved into his mouth, he
pushed back so that the head of Leo's cock slid inside.  He moaned with
pleasure. His ass lips pulsed around the cock sliding into his ass at the
same time his throat enveloped the dick moving to the back of his throat.

Leo moved his hips forward and back to set up a constant rhythm; his balls
began slapping against Pierre's ass as they swung back and forth. With each
inward push of Leo's cock, Pierre's mouth went down on Brady's cock. As Leo
pulled back, Brady's cock emerged from Pierre's lips. The three men became
lost in and consumed by the primal act. Their groans and moans merged into
a chorus of male sex.

"I'm gonna cum," said Brady first. The tension in his voice made it clear
he was holding off as long as possible.

"Yes!" said Leo. "I'm gonna cum in this hot ass!"

Pierre's eyes rolled back in his head and he surrendered his body to the
two men fucking him. His thick cock began pumping out globs of cum on to
the bed. All three men were completely awash in wave upon wave of their
orgasms.  Pierre released Brady's cock from his cum filled mouth. His lips
were coated with thick cum that dribbled out at the corners. Leo pulled his
spent cock from Pierre's ass and he could see a fat drop of cum drip out of
the still-pulsing hole down across Pierre's balls.  They all fell into a
heap of flesh on the bed.  Pierre's body was flattened onto a puddle of his
own cum.

"Whoo Whee!" shouted Brady. "Fuck.. that was mind blowing!"

Leo just burst into laughter. It was the kind of laughter that one feels
after such an explosive orgasm; the body unable to find any form of
expression other that joy and laughter.

Brady slapped Pierre's hairy ass and said, "I don't know about you boys,
but now I'm really starving! Let's eat"

...to be continued.