Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 11:36:19 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pilots - Johnnie and Will's Story, Part 1

As always, nifty rules apply to this series of stories.

This is the first in a series called "The Pilots", I would emphasize at the
very beginning of this series that despite my association with aviation the
stories are fiction. If any of my ex colleagues read any of these,
(doubtful), I have not intended to make any of my characters resemble you.
Aviation details and geographical details are correct to the best of my
knowledge but there the facts end.

Most of the stories are pure love stories, a little tragedy in a couple,
some erotic cp in a few as well and for spice, a couple of rape scenes.

One, that concerns the British withdrawal from the Aden Protectorate in
1967, (now part of the Yemen), is called "Peter's Story", and the early
part of it is based on fact. Officers caught by the rebels were brutally
treated and returned to the Political Agent at Steamer Point with their
testicles sown into their mouths. Other ranks were returned unharmed for
the Gold Sovereigns mentioned in our `Goolie Chits'. It was an unpleasant
experience that I was very pleased to sail away from with my balls still
attached.

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			Johnnie's and Will's Story
				  Part 1
		       Nothings Coming - by Johnnie

It could not have been a more beautiful day. The sky was fit for a
Wordsworth poem, brilliant blue with light fluffy clouds scooting across it
in the brisk wind.

Sat at my desk in front of the window the vista was perfect. My fingers
were poised over the keys of my typewriter. I just knew inspiration would
flow to the keyboard and my masterpiece would start to take shape.

Huh, who was I kidding? I had sat, dramatically poised for weeks. Cloudy
skies with rain, the piece would be eerie, blue skies like today the piece
would be romantic. Sultry days it would be erotic.

The reality was that I didn't want to write at all. I wanted to be up there
in those clouds. I didn't care, low and threatening, light and fluffy just
let me soar among them. I wanted to dip and dive, loop and roll, not be sat
here tied to mother earth. Mere mortals lived on the ground, I lived in the
heavens. I communed with the Gods everybody said so. We were the new
Knights of the Round Table, The Seven Horsemen of the Apocalypse. We were
invincible.

Then the bells rang, "Scramble 826 Squadron, bandits 090 forty miles, climb
to angels one five form on your leader."

No inspiration, nothings coming, who cares I'm off to play with the Gods.

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The war had dragged on for four years, Hitler had failed in his attempt to
destroy the Royal Air Force but he still harassed us most days. Our cities
were still being bombed far too frequently and there were never enough of
us to protect them.

My name by the way is John Sexton, yeah I took some stick over it, I became
Johnnie or Sexy depending on the mood. I was a newbie really so being
accepted in this way pleased me. I was twenty, the youngest pilot on the
squadron. Most of the other pilots tried to mother me because I looked too
young to be there. I was a pilot officer but even the sergeant pilots tried
the mothering. Embarrassing sometimes but the feeling of safety and
belonging was great. My first dozen sorties I always had two guys looking
out for my tail. It gave me the opportunity to clock up a few kills which
was good for my moral and self confidence. Then I settled in as a wingman
for the boss, not so much chance to kill but lots of experience at
protecting his tail.

When we weren't on standby the local pub in the village near the base was
almost our home and that was where my problems started.  The landlord and
his wife were really great people and treated us more like sons than
customers, they grieved with us when we lost a comrade, they worried about
us when we went on sorties, they were great. What was my problem then?
Their son, oh God, he was unbelievable, breathtakingly gorgeous, my heart
would almost stop beating every time I saw him.

Let me tell you about him. He was eighteen years old with mid brown wavy
hair and beautiful soulful hazel eyes. He had a personality that radiated
happiness and joy and none of us understood why, you see Will was confined
to a wheel chair. Some stupid prank when he was sixteen had left him
without the use of his legs. He would sit in the bar with us and listen to
our tails of daring do, with those eyes as wide as saucers. He quite
patently hero worshipped any one in a uniform with wings on their breast. I
was his favourite because I looked about the same age as him but already
had four confirmed kills to my credit and two halves. That made me an Ace,
ace huh!

Most nights that I was in the bar Will would sit with me and hang on my
every word. We became good friends and I spent almost all of my off duty
time at the pub in their private quarters with him. I was sure he had no
idea how much I was growing to love him and how much anguish I suffered
being in his company. I used to help him with almost everything even going
to the toilet, supporting him when he took a leak. I knew that he had a
pretty circumcised penis that was about three or four inches soft. He never
appeared to be embarrassed at me seeing it. I suppose two years of other
people having to help you pee had got him used to it.

When the summer rolled round matters got much worse for me. The summer of
'43 was wonderful, off duty I would lay and sunbathe with Will in the pub
garden. His tight trunks would show me quite clearly what I lusted after
and when I took him to the toilet I would nearly die. He used to hook his
trunks underneath his balls before gripping his penis and pointing it at
the bowl, his other arm of course being over my shoulder for support. On
one such occasion I broached the subject of the functioning of his
equipment.

"No problem at all Johnnie, it's only my legs that don't function, nerve
damage or something."

He giggled like a little boy before saying. "I need relief about three
times a day when this baby goes rampant on me."

He was shaking his dick and I was beginning to spring a boner. When he saw
it he said, "I see you have the same problem sometimes."

I blushed, and that got worse with his next question.

"You don't have a girlfriend Johnnie so what turns you on?"

We were back on the lawn by then and I was able to cover up my boner by
lying on my tummy.

"Oh, almost anything, I'm just so horny."

"So, why don't you have a girl friend, there are so many pretty WAAF's at
the base, I bet you could have any of them you are so sexy."

His turn to blush, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

I looked in his eyes and replied.

"Yes you should, I'm flattered and pleased that you think I'm sexy because
I think you are too."

"I'm not sexy Johnnie, I'm just a cripple."

I blanched at that and did the unthinkable. I grabbed him in a hug and
looking him straight in the eyes said.

"No you aren't, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my
life."

"You're only saying that because you're a nice guy," he said it in such a
self effacing manner I wanted to hug him tighter.

Then I was really in it with my next comment. I guess I was so worked up at
him puting himself down.

"No I'm not, I'm saying it because it's true and I love you so much."

I realised with shock what I had said and rolled away from him back onto my
tummy and wouldn't make eye contact with him.

A very soft voice then said to me. "Did you mean that last bit Johnnie, do
you really love me?"

His voice had a pleading quality to it almost like he was begging me to be
telling him the truth.

I looked back at him and with tears beginning to form in my own eyes I
whispered. "I'm sorry Will, please don't hate me but yes, I love you so
much."

He rolled over to get close to me again and planted a soft and tender kiss
on my lips.

"I love you as well Johnnie, I think I did the first time I saw you."

I didn't know what to do, I was almost delirious with happiness. Will loved
me too, I couldn't believe it but his eyes were telling me it was true and
he had just kissed me.

We just lay close to each other for an age without saying anything. Our
eyes were doing all the communicating necessary.

The sun was losing some of its power by the time we moved again. Will was
the first to speak.

"Will you make love to me Johnnie, properly make love to me?"

"Oh yes my love, nothing would give me more pleasure."

He told his parents we were going to lay down for a little while, the sun
had made us dozy.

I carried him in a fireman's lift up to his bedroom and dumped him on the
bed, both of us giggling like school boys.

"Dad always carries me up like that but it has never been that much fun and
I never end up like this."

He was holding his penis which was rock hard and made me gasp. I couldn't
wait to take his trunks off and see it in all its glory. Mine was equally
as hard and Will couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Oh God Johnnie, when that enters my bottom I know I will die of
happiness."

I was shocked, I knew homos indulged in anal intercourse but I had never
considered it. I just wanted to play with his penis and stroke all over his
body. I wanted to kiss him all over as well, particularly his legs, kiss
them better so that he would walk again, stupid huh. It was just that I
loved him so much. I had never even thought about taking a cock in my mouth
or puting it in a boy's bottom but boy, did Will educate me quickly.

We slid a chair under the door handle just in case his parents came up and
then I started doing what I had wanted to from day one. I lay alongside him
on his bed and just stroked him for ages drinking in the beauty of his
body. He was so smooth and hairless apart from his pubic bush and under his
arms. I had eased his trunks off and taken mine off as well before joining
him on the bed. I don't think a sexual thought was in my head initially. I
just wanted to touch him and let my eyes map every inch of him. He was
everything I had ever dreamt of in a lover, never thinking that I would
actually have one.

I could see the question in his eyes before he asked it.

"Why aren't you doing anything Johnnie?"

"I am Will, I'm mapping every inch of your beautiful body with my eyes and
registering the wonder of your skin with my finger tips. My mind is telling
me this has to be a dream because only in my wildest dreams could I have a
lover as wonderful as you."

He blushed but I could see how pleased he was with my comment and when I
touched his lips with mine the sigh told me he felt the same as me.

I worried his nipples with my finger tips and that was my first experience
of seeing the reaction to touching one of his erogenous regions. His penis
that was already erect jumped and each time I touched a nipple it did the
same. He followed my eye line and watched as well. Too much, we were both
giggling like school girls again.

"I can't control it Johnnie, it just happens."

That was when I decided I had to kiss him properly. I nearly passed out
with the feeling. His lips were divine, so soft and silky, so welcoming, I
wanted to cry.

"Oh Will, this has to be a dream, I am already in Paradise. I can't believe
how wonderful you are."

I didn't know what I wanted from this boy, sex, yes, I suppose so, but I
was just overwhelmed by my love for him. I could have remained with him
forever with no sexual contact and been happy. Just being able to touch him
was so incredibly satisfying. Not so for him.

"Johnnie, please play with my cock and balls, I think I am going to explode
if you don't do something with them soon."

I looked down and his cock was so hard it looked painful. I slicked up my
hand with spit and gently masturbated him, just for a couple of minutes and
then he exploded, spraying his cum all over the place, tons of it. I don't
think I had ever seen so much sperm.

I giggled and said, "A little horny were we lover?"

He looked a little sheepish and through hooded eyes he said.

"I have wanted you to do that to me for so long. I'm sorry, I promise I
will last longer next time."

I kissed him again, only about a hundred times, before I replied.

"I don't mind how quickly or how often you cum my love as long as it's for
me."

"Always for you Johnnie, always."

I hadn't cum and realised I wasn't worried. Yes I was rampantly hard but
just being here with him was more than enough for me. I wiped him clean
with my handkerchief and then we fell asleep just cuddling.

When we woke it was dark and his dad was shouting at us to come down for
some supper.

We did and then joined the rest of my squadron in the bar. One of my fellow
pilots picked up immediately on the changed atmosphere between Will and me.

"What have you two been up to, you are both looking like the cats that got
the cream?"

Will blushed almost scarlet and I was nearly as bad.

"Nothing really, we've just been fooling around all afternoon, Bert and
Elsie fed me to save me going back to base for supper."

Nothing more was said and the evening was like any other, except now I had
a lover and I was floating on air.

We flew a couple more sorties before I saw Will again and I realised I
would have to be careful. I spent so much time daydreaming about him that I
was jumped by a couple of ME 109s and it nearly cost both the boss and I
our lives. Another pair of Spits were just above us, saw what was happening
and saved our skins. The boss was furious.

"I'll bloody ground you if you ever let that happen again Johnnie. You
can't afford to let your concentration wander for a second up there
otherwise you are going to be a statistic."

I was a bit shocked at my stupidity. I had so much reason to live now. I
wanted Will to be my life, not the cause of my death.

Our next day stood down I cycled into the village immediately after
breakfast to spend the day with Will. It was bloody marvellous. This time I
was going to make love to him as well, properly make love to him the way he
wanted.

The pub didn't open during the day so Bert and Else decided to cycle into
town as I was going to be there all day.

"We'll probably be gone until this afternoon Johnnie, look after Will won't
you?"

I laughed, "Of course I will, don't worry."

As soon as they went Will looked at me and from his trouser pocket produced
a little jar of Vaseline and with a huge grin on his face said.

"Bedroom Tiger, you are going to fuck my brains out."

I looked shocked, "Will, where did that language come from?"

He blushed and looking down whispered, "I'm sorry Johnnie, I just want to
feel you inside me so much. I've been dreaming about it ever since you gave
me a wank."

I kissed him then and showed him how much I loved him before hefting him
onto my shoulders and carrying him up to his bedroom.

It was wonderful to take my time undressing him, kissing each piece of him
as I uncovered it. When I peeled his underpants off I kissed the end of his
already rampant penis and hefted his balls in my hand.

"Please Johnnie, take it into your mouth and suck it."

So I did. It felt funny but nice. You know, strange, incredibly hard but at
the same time soft. Really difficult to explain what a hard cock feels like
the first time you suck it into your mouth. What I did know was that it was
fabulous. I licked it and sucked on it for ages before trying the same
thing with his balls. That was fun as well, again a bit strange but it was
Will so it had to be incredible. I licked down each of his legs, just the
insides of the thighs and we both realised at the same time that he could
feel it. We looked in amazement at each other.

"I felt that Johnnie, but I'm not supposed to."

There were tears in his eyes and mine.

"I'm still going to make love to you and then we are going to see about
those legs."

He just nodded and I slid him up onto the bed fully while I undressed.

The next hour I spent seeing how many times I could make him cum. I played
with his nipples, licked his body all over including turning him over and
licking his bottom. I spread his legs as far as I could and pushed two
pillows under him to raise his bottom and then I licked both cheeks until I
almost wore them away. He was perfect, they were perfect. I loved the
reaction as I licked the crease where his bottom finished and his legs
began, then I licked up his crack until I hit his rosebud which I
alternately licked, kissed and sucked on. He came twice while I did that
and I had my first ever no touch orgasm.

Well slicked fingers then, one at a time I gradually opened him up until he
was almost going ballistic.

"Please Johnnie, please put your cock in there I can't stand it much
longer. Roll me over, I want to watch you as you enter me."

I did and was almost in shock when I saw his eyes. They were oozing lust, I
had never seen anything like it. I put Vaseline on my cock and slid some
into him with one finger before hooking his legs over my shoulders and
positioning my cock head at his anal entry.

"I'm going to enter you now Will. Tell me if I hurt you and I'll pull out
again."

He nodded and I pushed. Without any doubt in my mind that was the most
incredible sight I had ever seen, watching his anus start to open to take
my cock head. It was absolutely awesome. I gasped as I went over his
sphincter muscle and it gripped my cock in a death grip. I remained
perfectly still with just my head inside him and watched his eyes. They
were totally unfocussed and I knew I had lost him to his lust as they
closed. It must have been five minutes at least before I felt the muscle
relax round my cock and he opened his eyes.

"Fuck me now Johnnie, that feels wonderful."

I pushed into him slowly and gently until I had my pubic bush pressed into
his wonderful soft arse cheeks. I then rocked in and out of him in long
slow strokes. I think we both started to cry at the same time. Totally
overcome by the spiralling emotions of love and happiness, lustful
satisfaction and amazement at what we were doing.

I made love to Will often but never again had an orgasm like that. I think
I nearly died that day. He told me the same thing later.

It must have been an hour after that orgasm that we were together enough to
recognise our surroundings then we got almost hysterical. I had never seen
so much cum in my life. Will had soaked his pillows in it while I was
playing with his bottom and both of us had sprayed ourselves and the sheets
with it making it worse by rolling around in it in our frenzy of lust.

We had a quick bath and then I had to hand wash all the bedding, dry it and
iron it before Bert and Else came back. That was difficult because Will and
I were fooling around like a couple of school boys touching each other all
the time and groping when we could, keeping each other hard. Still, job
finished, two blowjobs given, making it the first time I had swallowed boy
cum, and of course the same with Will.

We realised then how hungry we were so when Bert and Elsie arrived back we
were sat in the kitchen eating big wedges of fresh bread and chunks of
cheese.

"What have you two been up to then?"

Christ I thought I was going to choke, instead the pair of us said
"Nothing" and promptly dissolved in hysterical laughter.

Elsie was wonderful she just shook her head and said, "Boys."


We didn't say anything to Bert and Else, but every moment I could I spent
with Will making him walk. Initially it seemed hopeless but he started to
feel pains in his muscles as they came alive again after two years of no
use.

He cried with the level of pain sometimes and so did I, but within six
months I had him on walking sticks and he could walk round the house on one
level quite well. Still we didn't tell his Mum and Dad. I flew a lot more
sorties and clocked up another couple of kills and two more halves.

The night we were stood down to re-equip with the new mark of Spitfire we
had a huge party at the pub inviting ground crew and ops staff as well. We
chose that night for Will to walk into the bar. He was still using sticks,
but not very much. Elsie just collapsed in tears and Bert looked from Will
to me in a daze.

"How Johnnie, how have you done that?"

How did he know it was me? It didn't matter, I was flavour of the month
when my fellow pilots found out how much devotion to the task I had put in
to make Will walk. I think he told everyone in the pub that night and every
time he looked at me his eyes shone with love. I thought I would die of an
overdose of happiness.


The next week we were back on operations flying the new Mk23 Spits. They
were bloody marvellous; we were running rings round the ME109s.

Too easy and I got careless. We were on low level strafing missions over
Calais, convincing the Germans that was where we would make the landings
back onto mainland Europe. I was bounced by two fighters. They took me down
and I crash landed, luckily no injuries, just shaken up a bit. I ran clear
of my aircraft seconds before it exploded, straight into the arms of a
German patrol.

Fourteen months I spent in Colditz prison. I thought I would die of boredom
and frustration. I swear that thoughts of Will were the only thing keeping
me sane.

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Part 2 to follow in a couple of days