Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2023 21:44:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Sammy in the Big City, Part 10 (gay/incest) This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely FANTASY ENTERTAINMENT, for which Nifty could use your donations! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Don't read this story if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if "family fun" isn't your kind of fantasy. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, then unzip and get busy! *************************************** SAMMY IN THE BIG CITY PART 10 I awoke to the feeling of "Uncle Mike" licking my belly, cleaning off all of the leftover cum residue from the orgy. "Stop it," I giggled. "You taste too delicious to stop," he growled, then he started tickling me and I started squirming and laughing. Before I knew it, he had me pinned on my belly, and I could feel his long, hard cock nestled in the crack of my squirming ass. "God, I wanna fuck you so bad," he moaned in my ear. "Who's stopping you?" I asked, lifting my ass slightly to press against his firm shaft. "Your butts not too worn out from last night?" "I don't think so," I laughed. "Besides, you deserve it for teaching me how to take it up the butt in the first place." Uncle Mike laughed and then said, "You sure have come a long way, kid." "Are you gonna fuck me or not?" I asked. "I'm not sure how much time we have." "Then we better make the most of it." He reached down between us and slid his fingers down my crack and into my hole. "I think you're still good to go," he laughed. "I think so," I smiled at him over my shoulder. He pulled his fingers out of my lubed cummy hole and wrapped them around his hard cock, which he aimed at my morning pucker. "Ready or not," he whispered, then he slid easily inside my butt. "Oh yeah," I sighed as the rigid shaft glided deep inside me in one smooth motion. "Oh yeah," Uncle Mike hissed in my ear as his bush and balls pressed against my flesh, letting me know I had him all the way inside me. "Your grandpa was so lucky to have the first dip in this tender hole," he whispered. "It was your grandpa I was getting you ready for, wasn't it?" "Oh yeah, definitely," I replied, flexing my butt muscles on his shaft. "And thanks for that." "My pleasure...as I'm sure this will be too," he moaned as he started slowly fucking my cock-trained hole. "Oh yeah," he sighed, sliding smoothly in and out. Gently biting my shoulder as he plumbed the depths of my asshole again and again. "Oh yeah," I echoed him, lifting my ass to meet each gentle thrust. "Fuck me, Uncle Mike." "Try and stop me, Sammy," he hissed in my ear before sticking his tongue in it and licking around every curve. I giggled and wiped my wet ear on my shoulder. "You're one cute kid," he laughed, kissing me between the shoulder blades. "You're one hot uncle," I replied, twisting my head to grin over my shoulder. He lunged forward, plowing his cock into me and making me grunt. But he smothered the grunt by planting his lips on mine and driving his tongue into my mouth. "Mmmmppphhh," I grunted as he thrust into me again and our tongues slid eagerly across each other. Swapping saliva. Grating over teeth. Exploring the tender interior flesh of our mouths. He increased into a faster, stronger, insistent fucking of my asshole. His cock as desperate as his tongue to fill me. Explore me. The doorbell rang, and he froze. "Don't stop," I groaned. "I wanna fill you with cum, Sammy," he moaned, before devouring my mouth again and fucking my ass even faster. I grunted with every thrust of his cock. Plowing into me. Slapping his flesh against mine. Kissing me desperately. Wanting me. Needing me. Harder. Deeper. Driving my own raging cock into the mattress. The doorbell rang again. "Fuck me, Uncle Mike," I begged. "I've gotta cum, Sammy," he panted, planting his hands on the mattress and raising his upper body. Looking down between us as his cock plunged desperately in and out of my tight, flexing asshole...as the doorbell rang again and again. "GO AWAY!" he finally bellowed as he continued thrusting his meat into me. Desperately wanting to breed me. "HE HAS TO CATCH THE PLANE!" Dad yelled back. "WE'RE ALMOST FINISHED!" I yelled back. "Come on, Uncle Mike. Breed me. Fill my ass with cum for the plane ride home." "Oh, Sammy," he moaned, "I wish this could last." "You have to cum or stop," I warned him. "I gotta go." "And I gotta cum!" he growled, really pounding me. Driving my cock into the mattress with every thrust of his dick up my ass. "Gotta. Almost. Tighter. Yeah. Oh, Sammy. TIGHTER!" I squeezed my asshole as tight as I could on the rock-hard invading cock. "BREED ME, UNCLE MIKE!" I order. "FUCK! FUCK! ALMOST! SAMMY! GOD! CUMMING!!!!!!!" he bellowed as he fucked. "YES!" he finally roared as he plunged balls deep into me. "FUCKING FILLING YOUR ASS!" Shallow. Hard. Pumping. "CUMMING, SAMMY!" His cock throbbed and pulsed as he began blasting his load into me. His arms shaking. His body thrusting. Pumping it deeper. Filling me. Again and again. "We can't miss the plane!" Dad yelled. "HE'S CUMMING!" I yelled back. "I sure... am... Sammy," Uncle Mike gasped as his body shook and thrust. Spasming. Shaking. Emptying the last of his load into me. "Oh fuck," he finally moaned as he collapsed onto my back. "That was... Oh, Sammy," he panted. "I'm gonna miss you," he finished with a laugh. "Not if you don't get off of me so I can go," I laughed. "Sorry, kid," he laughed. "Oh yeah," he sighed as he slowly pulled his spent cock out of my cum-filled ass and then rolled over on his back. "You're the best," he whispered as his chest continued to heave. "That's 'cause I learned from the best," I said, giving him a quick kiss before jumping out of bed. "PACK MY BAG, DAD!" I yelled. "WHILE I TAKE A QUICK SHOWER!" I don't know whether he answered or not. I was in the shower with the water running before I finished giving him the instructions. ***** "Sorry I didn't get a chance to give you a proper goodbye," I said to Grandpa as I hugged him in the hallway outside his apartment while Dad waited for the elevator. "As long as Mike got a proper goodbye," he laughed as he grinned at Uncle Mike, standing in his doorway in just his robe. "Oh, I did," Uncle Mike said, grabbing his crotch through the robe and giving me a wink. God, I wanted to rip the robe open and suck him off again, but I didn't have time. "You can tell me all about it this evening," Grandpa replied. "Grandpa!" I laughed, with mock shock. "Come on, Sammy," Dad said as the elevator doors opened. "I love you, Grandpa!" "Love you too, Sammy," he replied as I gave him a quick hug. Then I ran over to Uncle Mike and hugged him too. "Thanks for everything!" "Thank you, Sammy," he replied, patting my ass...and I could feel his dick beginning to stiffen. "Wish I had time to take care of that," I laughed. "Come on, Sammy," Dad ordered. "Don't worry, Sammy. I'll take care of Mike," Grandpa laughed as I ran to the elevator. Before stepping into the elevator, I looked back and smiled as Uncle Mike stepped up behind Grandpa and obviously pressed the hard cock I had felt against Grandpa's butt. "Have fun!" I called. "Get out of here!" Grandpa laughed at me. As the elevator door closed, I heard him say, "You'd better bring that inside if you want me to take care of it." After the elevator descended a couple floors in silence, Dad said casually, "You don't have to worry about not giving Grandpa a proper goodbye. I did it for both of us." After a couple more floors, he added, "Couldn't have you being the only one flying home with a butt full of cum." "Dad!" I replied with shocked disgust. Then I laughed and gave him a huge, very happy hug. "Don't start anything we can't finish," Dad warned as I felt his cock stirring. "Sorry," I laughed, stepping away. After a couple more floors, I asked seriously, "We'll find some way to keep this up at home, won't we?" "If that's what you want, we'll make it happen. I promise, Son." "Good...Daddy." "Stop it!" he growled with a laugh as the elevator stopped and the doors opened on the lobby. ***** In the end, Dad and I got to the airport way earlier than we needed to be there. After Dad had a drink at a bar, we headed on to the gate to check in. As we passed a men's room, I grabbed Dad's arm and pulled him inside. "What are you doing?" he asked, but then he realized what I had in mind and started laughing. "You're insatiable," he hissed with a smile. "Just making up for lost time," I whispered back. We nonchalantly stepped up to the urinals, since there were a couple of guys already emptying their bladders...and chatting while they did it. Dad and I both unzipped and pulled out our dicks, to make it look like we really needed to pee. The other guys finally finished up and carried their conversation over to the sinks and then out the door. I grabbed Dad's arm and yanked him (with our dicks bouncing and stiffening) to the nearest "handicapped" cubicle. I slammed and locked the cubicle door behind us and quickly sank to my knees. "Oh god," Dad groaned softly as my mouth engulfed his hard cock before easily sliding it down my throat. He let out another moan when I fished his balls out of his underwear and began fondling them as I sucked eagerly on his daddy cock. "Shhh!" he hissed when my eager slurping got too loud. I just looked up and grinned at him with my eyes as my mouth continued devouring his cock. Dad shook his head with a grin, then he gripped my head and started giving me the skull-fucking I wanted. Well, what I wanted was a belly full of daddy cum for the flight, but I knew from the urgency of Dad's skull-fucking, I would be getting that too. He gripped my hair tightly with his fingers and yanked my mouth onto his thrusting cock. I tried to relax my throat enough to let him have his way while keeping it tight enough for his cock to enjoy. A soft moan seemed to indicate that I had found the correct balance. Then the bathroom door opened, and Dad froze. He put his finger to his lips to indicate that I should keep silent. My mouth remained motionless and silent, but I couldn't resist fondling his balls. Dad's eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth dropped open in a silent moan. The next thing I knew, daddy cum was firing into my mouth. I looked up at Dad. His face was a picture of silent torment as he tried not to make a sound while firing each successive load of jizz into his son's mouth. I gulped eagerly, not wanting to miss a drop. Dad gripped my head tightly and bit his lip as his hips suddenly spasmed and drove his cock into my throat before yanking it out and driving it in again. His legs trembled and his mouth was desperate to cry out. But he didn't. The final orgasmic wave passed through his body, and then I felt him relax with a barely audible grunt. We remained motionless as the guy outside washed his hands. Dad smiled down at me when we heard the door start to open. "Don't miss your plane, fellows," the guy laughed as he left the restroom. Dad grinned down at me. "That was so..." "Hot!" I finished for him. "Yeah," he laughed in agreement. "Come on, or we will miss the plane. You okay?" he asked me as I stood up and barely managed to tuck my hard cock back into my underwear. "For now," I said, zipping up my jeans, "but I'll probably have to use the john on the plane at some point." "I hear they're big enough for two," Dad grinned, making himself presentable as well. "You perv," I laughed as I unlocked the door and left the cubicle. I was just in time, too. As I started washing my hands, another guy came into the restroom and stepped up to a urinal as Dad emerged from the cubicle. As we proceeded to the gate, Dad handed me some money and suggested that I might want to stop in one of the shops and get some minty chewing gum or something. I guess that was my reward for helping him relax before the flight. ***** "Welcome aboard," the steward said as Dad and I entered the waiting plane. "Again," he whispered as I passed him. I looked back and realized that it was the same steward from the flight out. I grinned at him, and he winked back at me. Then Dad and I struggled through the crowd to find our seats. ***** "What would you like to drink?" the steward asked as he stopped the cart at our aisle during the flight. "Ginger ale," I said. "Coming up," the steward replied. "I wish," I whispered as he poured my drink. "Sammy," Dad whispered as a warning. "And some nuts," he said as he handed me the drink and a small bag of nuts. "Never forget the nuts," I giggled. "Words to live by," the steward replied with a wink and pushed the cart on up the aisle. "You need to dial it back, Sammy," Dad whispered, and I could tell he was annoyed. "You're not in the big city now. Anything does not go. You have to be careful." "Sorry, Dad," I apologized as I looked up the aisle and smiled at the steward's firm butt and tight-fitting uniform. ***** Dad somehow managed to fall asleep after the snacks. Mercifully, he didn't start snoring. I figured maybe he should start sleeping in the sitting position from now on. I smiled at the thought and listened to the music in my earphones until there was a tap on my shoulder. I took off the earphones and looked up at the cute steward. "Would you like to visit the cockpit?" he asked. I couldn't help glancing at his crotch, which he noticed and laughed at. "To meet the pilots," he clarified. "Oh, really? I can do that?" "This captain and his copilot enjoy meeting the passengers. The special ones. And I have a feeling you're a special one." "Thanks," I said with a grin. "I'd like to meet them." "What's your name?" "Sammy?" "Nice to meet you, Sammy. I'm Charlie. Follow me," he said and headed up the aisle. I unbuckled and stepped into the aisle to follow that cute butt anywhere it wanted to lead me. ***** I nervously entered the cockpit, and the steward stepped in after me. "This young man's name is Sammy," he said as he closed the door behind us. The captain and the copilot looked around and smiled as they looked me up and down. "Hello, Sammy," they both said. "Are you having a good flight, son?" the captain asked as he got out of his seat and stepped up close to me and the steward. "Yes, sir," I replied, taking the extended hand of the handsome, gray-haired, muscular captain and returning his firm grip with a firm grip of my own. "And Charlie here is taking good care of you?" he asked, indicating the steward. "Yes, sir," I repeated, still holding his hand, although we were no longer shaking them. "This isn't Sammy's first flight with us," Charlie said. "He flew with us only a few days ago." "Is that right?" the pilot asked, giving my hand a gentle squeeze and sending shock waves of excitement through my body. "Yes, sir," I managed to mutter. "And I got the distinct impression that he joined the Mile High Club on that flight," Charlie said casually, which I'm sure made me blush. "Impressive," the pilot grinned. "On your first flight?" "Yes, sir," I replied nervously. I was sure my palm was sweating into his. "Maybe we can make your second flight just as memorable," he said as he casually adjusted the tight crotch of his uniform with his free hand. I looked quickly at Charlie, who smiled. "I generally take care of these gentlemen's in-flight needs, Sammy. But if you want to try your hand...or mouth, I don't think they would mind." "Really?" I asked excitedly looking back at the captain. "Really," the captain replied casually as he took the hand he was gripping and placed it on the growing mound in the crotch of his uniform. "Thank you, sir," I replied, quickly dropping to my knees and undoing his belt. "All part of the special-passenger in-flight entertainment," the captain laughed. "Mind if I watch?" Charlie asked breathlessly. "Take a seat," the captain replied, indicating a jumpseat that I hadn't noticed before by the door. I smiled at Charlie and he winked again at me. By the time I looked back at the captain, he had his trousers unzipped and was hauling out a big, fat, veiny cock in a nest of silver pubes. "Wow," I muttered. "Don't forget the nuts," Charlie said. "Can't forget the nuts," the captain laughed, reaching into his trousers and hauling the hairy bag out for me to see as well. The balls were so fat that I gulped. No wonder the uniform looked so tight! I reached out and gently caressed the furry nutsack, and the captain's cock jumped. "Looks like it likes your touch, young man," the captain laughed. "Then it will like my mouth," I said confidently as I grabbed the growing shaft with my free hand and guided the fat head into my wide-stretched mouth. I could feel the shaft pulse in my hand as my lips tightened on the shaft at the back of the head. "It sure does," the captain whispered as he rested a hand on the top of my head. "The key to a satisfying flight is to keep it nice and steady, Sammy. Smooth all the way." "Mmmmm," I agreed, steadily sliding my lips down the shaft as I continued fondling his hairy balls. "That's it, son," he sighed, "nice and smooth." I let his stiff fat cock slide almost out of my mouth and then slid it back in, smooth and deep. "Yeah, that's it," he sighed again. I could feel the pressure of his hand guiding my head forward and back. Sliding his cock in and out. In and out. Slowly. Smoothly. Suddenly, the plane jumped a little and the captain's cock plunged into my throat. I gagged and coughed until he regained his balance and pulled out to rest the head on my tongue while I recovered. "Sorry, Captain," the copilot apologized. "Bit of turbulence." "You okay, Sammy?" the captain asked. I pulled off his cock and slowly stroked it while I caught my breath. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." "No need to apologize. You were doing an excellent job," he said as his hand guided my head to fill my mouth with his fat cock again. "Giving Charlie a run for his money in the service department," he chuckled as I sucked eagerly on his cock and he finally began thrusting it into my mouth. "I told you he was a special passenger," Charlie laughed. "He sure is," the captain grunted as the head of his cock battered my tonsils. "Very special." Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Charlie massaging the mound in his own uniform as the captain took command and really started fucking my mouth. I tried to relax my throat as much as possible for the inevitable moment when the head pushed down it again. "Damn, special," he growled as I felt his cock head plunge down my open throat without gagging me. His fingers tightened their grip on my hair as he thrust his fat cock down my throat again and again and again. "You think he might want to join the Official Captain's Full-Member Class of the Mile High Club?" Charlie asked. "You think he can take this full member?" the captain chuckled. "Why don't you ask him?" "You ever been fucked, son? In the ass, I mean." I quickly pulled my mouth off of his delicious fat cock and grinned up at him. "Yes, sir!" "You think you can take it dry?" he asked. "Don't you worry about that, sir," I laughed. "Ready when you are." I stood up eagerly and dropped my jeans to my ankles. I then turned around and presented my firm young ass to the captain. The captain spread my butt cheeks and slipped a finger easily into my hole. "This boy's lubed up!" he said with gleeful surprise. "Always be prepared," I laughed. I didn't bother telling them that I'd been prepared for my dad's cock but had settled for just sucking him off in the airport restroom instead. "I would say we need to get this boy into training as soon as possible, but I think he's already started," the captain laughed as he eagerly fingered my hole. "Anything you want, Captain," I said. "This is what I want," he growled, pressing the head of his cock against my tight hole. "Relax, boy," he ordered, and I complied. "Oh yeah," he sighed as the head of his cock popped into my hole. I grunted as he pushed it in smoothly and deeply. As the captain filled my ass with his fat cock, he pushed my upper body forward to open me up more for his deep penetration. I gripped Charlie's thighs for balance and smiled when he started undoing the front of his trousers. "Might as well join the Double Mile High Club as well," he laughed as he fished out his long, thin cock for presentation. "Yes!" I hissed joyfully before dropping my head and impaling my mouth on the fresh meat. Being thinner than the captain's, it slid easily down my throat as the captain's fat cock stretched my ass to the extremely pleasurable limits. "Nice and tight," the captain panted as he fucked that thick meat into me. Harder. Harder. I grunted as every thrust in my ass filled my throat with cock as well. I was having great fun servicing the captain and the steward both, when another bout of turbulence caught the captain off guard and rammed his cock hard into me. "MMMPPPHHH!" I couldn't help screaming around the steward's cock. "Steady on!" the captain order. "Sorry, Captain," the copilot apologized. "Sorry, Sammy," the captain apologized as he rubbed my lower back. "You still game." "Mmmmm," I sighed, relaxing my ass after a moment to finish my recovery. Then I began devouring Charlie's delicious cock again. Slurping on it. Trying not to drool too much down onto his balls. "I think that's a yes," Charlie laughed. "Then hang on, Sammy, I think we better finish this flight before we hit more turbulence," the captain ordered. He grabbed my hips and quickly replaced his smooth, gliding approach with a hard, deep slamming fuck. Crashing his crotch against my butt cheeks again and again. Stretching my asshole wide with every thrust of that hard, fat, commanding cock. He grunted with every thrust. I grunted my pleasure in reply. I rapidly slid my fist up and down Charlie's thin, rigid shaft as my mouth sucked up and down it as well. In unison. Tight and wet. Hand and mouth. Gripping and sucking. "God, this boy's good," Charlie moaned. "You're telling me," the captain grunted, giving my ass a sharp appreciative slap as he slammed his full cock into my asshole again. And again. And again. "Ready for the landing whenever you are, Captain," Charlie panted as he started thrusting his oozing cock up into my mouth and deep down my grasping throat. "Straight down the runway," the captain chuckled as he pumped into me faster and faster. "Gonna stick this landing good," he growled as he really rammed that fat fucker into me. "Cleared for landing?" Charlie grunted, and I could feel his thin shaft swelling in my mouth. I could feel his balls tightening in my hand. "Ready when you are, Charlie," the captain grunted as he gave my ass another hard slap for good measure. "Buckle up for landing, Sammy," he ordered as he gripped my hips tightly and yanked me back forcefully onto his cock as he thrust it deep into me over and over and over. Harder. Deeper. "Cumming, Captain," Charlie warned. "Permission granted," the captain replied. "Fuck yeah!" Charlie growled between gritted teeth as he pushed my head forcefully down onto his cock and erupted into my throat. I gagged and coughed and he shot more and more cum. I pushed back against the force of his hand and finally pulled the head out of my throat. The ongoing blasts of cum coated my tongue and filled my mouth. "That's it, Sammy," Charlie hissed. "Swallow, boy. SWALLOW!" I gulped down all of Charlie's delicious creamy cum. Load after load. Still coughing and gagging occasionally, but savoring all that tangy cum at the same time. "Ready at this end," the captain growled as he yanked my butt back and drove his thick meat deep into me. "FUCK YEAH!" he growled between gritted teeth. "FLYING DEEP, BOYS!" Then suddenly he started slapping my ass. Again and again and again. I could feel his cock throbbing with every slap of my ass, and I knew he was pumping the hot captain cum deep inside me. For the briefest of moments, Charlie and the captain froze in time. Just letting their cum flow into me at both ends. Down my throat. Up my bowels. Filling me with my Mile High Club rewards. Then the captain let out his breath in a long low sigh. "That was one damn fine flight, Sammy." "Best service I've had in a while," Charlie sighed. "And I know good service." "Do I get a chance at the controls now?" the copilot asked with a laugh. "I don't know," the captain replied as he slowly pulled that fat cock out of me. "You ready for another flight, Sammy?" I gave Charlie's sagging cock a finally slurp and looked over at the copilot. I smiled and said, "Ready for takeoff whenever you are, sir." The copilot laughed as he climbed out of his set. "Clear the runway captain." "It's all yours," the captain laughed as he tucked his used equipment back in his uniform, returned to his seat, and took control of the plane again...as the copilot got ready to take control of my ass. ***** When it came time to leave that cockpit, I had two loads of cum in my ass and one in my belly...along with two pairs of pilot wings and one set of steward wings pinned to my shirt. There was no doubt that time about whether I was an official member of the Mile High Club or not. "Looking forward to seeing you on board again, son," the captain said with a smile. "And if you want any flying lessons in the meantime, let me know," he said, taking a business card out of his pocket and handing it to me. "We'll see what we can arrange." "Thank you, sir. I'd like that. As long as it includes getting fucked again," I laughed. "I think that's a given," he replied with a wink. "Now, you'd better get back to your seat. We have to land this thing soon." "Yes, sir!" I said. "Thanks, Charlie." "See you back there," the steward said with a wink as he straightened himself up and I opened the door. I heard some female flight attendant giving Charlie a hard time about leaving her alone for so long. He said he couldn't help it if there were VIPs on board. "You know they always get the best attention." I smiled, knowing that he was talking about me and exactly what that attention had involved. ***** "Where have you been?" Dad asked groggily as he woke up when I returned to my seat. "Just checking out the cocks-pit," I said. "It's 'cockpit,'" he corrected me. "That's what you think," I laughed. When he gave me his what-have-you-been-up-to look, I laughed again and said, "It turns out we're only a plane-ride from the big city, Dad." Then I settling back into my seat and buckling up to find out if the captain could land a plane as satisfyingly as he could land a fuck. "If you need anything else," Charlie said, stopping at my seat, "let me know," then he slipped a napkin with a phone number on it into my hand, winked, and walked on. ***** Dad lived up to his promise about finding ways for us to continue playing with each other once we were back at home and under the watchful eye of my looney mother. He started taking me to the gym, as he'd promised at the beginning of our trip. I got so horny around all the guys in the shower that I was always desperate for sex with Dad by the time we got home. If Mom was there, he always seemed to find a reason for her to run an errand and get out of the house. He even encouraged her to start some hobbies, so there were more chances for us to have some fuck time together. "After all," he told her, "Sammy will be heading off to college soon." "But he will still be living at home," Mom assured him. Dad just shrugged at that. He knew what she didn't... I'd submitted a last-minute application to a university where Grandpa lived. She was not happy when the acceptance arrived and I showed it to her. At first, she refused to allow it, but Dad talked her around. "He's a man now," Dad told her, which made me very proud. "He's got to go out on his own sooner or later. My dad will take care of his needs in the meantime," he added, giving me a wink. Grandpa also did his part by secretly sending me a phone that Mom never learned about. After that, he taught me all about phone sex! And what he didn't teach me, Uncle Mike and Uncle Harry did! Those three and Dad made the rest of my time under Mom's control zoom by. Oh, the private flying lessons helped as well. The captain didn't live as close as I'd hoped, but whenever he had a stopover within a reasonable distance of my hometown, he checked in and scheduled a flight lesson for us at a conveniently located school owned by a former colleague of his. Fortunately, that colleague was happy to let me pay for the school's services by providing services of my own. He also arranged some private lessons of his own when I really needed "it" and the captain wasn't around. I even somehow managed to become quite a descent small-craft pilot. Living with Grandpa during college was a blast...in more ways than one. He made sure I cracked the books more than I would have liked, but it paid off...also in more ways than one. I got great grades thanks to the forced studying, but I also got rewarded with fucking and sucking lots of cum for those grades. And when they were really really great, he gave me permission to slack off and party with Uncle Mike and his orgy gang. It was all quite an education. Uncle Harry was glad to have me back in the big city as well. Whenever I stopped by the office to take Grandpa out to lunch, I always made a point of using Uncle Harry's private restroom...and shower. If he was ever having a meeting, he got rid of them quick enough, so we could have a meeting of our own. They were always very satisfying meetings. So satisfying that when I was nearing the end of my formal education, he gave me an internship...and taught me what little I didn't know by that time about sex...oh, and about publishing. He even offered me a job when I graduated. There was no way I was going to pass up the perks that job offered, including regular lunch meetings with Grandpa and Uncle Harry! During those college years, I always warned Charlie when I had to make a trip home to satisfy Mom's overprotective nature. He always made sure I got on one of his flights...and at a "friends and family" discount! When the cockpit wasn't a Sammy-friendly crew, Charlie still managed to provide excellent customer service in an "out of order" toilet. It worked for me, and Grandpa let us have the apartment to ourselves whenever Charlie had a stopover in the big city. Well, until I finally told Charlie everything and he begged Grandpa to join us. Grandpa was thrilled to have another grandson. And I was thrilled when Charlie told me that he was making the big city his official home base. With all the sex I had at my fingertips...or cocktip...whenever I wanted it, it took me a while to realize that Charlie was the one who really set my heart beating just by seeing his handsome smiling face. When I confessed it, he said, "That's good. Why else do you think I want this to be my home base. I feel the same way about you, kid." He never did stop calling me "kid," not even when we moved into our own apartment for a trial flight, or when we eventually got married to make our life trip together a permanent route. THE END *************************************** I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun. I always enjoy hearing from satisfied readers: hotfordads@yahoo.com Remember, always play SAFE in the real world. You never know where that thing has been! You can check out my other stories at www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#hotfordads