Date: Sat, 07 Aug 1999 12:16:42 -0400
From: Jon Bennett <stonewolf@angelfire.com>
Subject: Nick and Jonathan Pt 14

Thanks to all who wrote again about the last part of the story. I've heard
from several new readers. I'm touched by the positive feedback and
comments. Even heard from two lesbians!

Thanks again.. please keep on reading.... and check the web site.. Coming
are floor plans to the house in South Caroina soon.

As always, this story comes from the love I have for Nick.

Stonewolf@angelfire.com
www.angelfire.com/mb/articwolf

Nick and Jonathan Part 14:

Chapter One:

"Hi Guys, I'm gay.... Hey guys.. guess what? I'm gay.. " said Nick, talking
to himself. He was in the office part of the 747-700, flying towards
Denver. He had been trying to rehearse over and over how he was planning on
telling his friends that he was gay, with Jonathan and the rest of it.  He
was continuing to pace in the office when there was a knock on the
door. The cabin door opened and one of the three stewards rolled a cart
into the office.

"Excuse me sir" he began. "I thought that you might like some lunch. We are
still about two hours out of Denver."

"Yeah, thanks" said Nick."I could use some food. Maybe it will help me
relax."  He looked over the items in the rolling cart and noticed a variety
of sandwiches and a pasta salad along with a mixed green salad. Two
different carafes held soda and coffee.

"This looks great. Thanks". said Nick as he picked up a roast beef
sandwich.

"Your welcome sir." said the steward. "Just hit 4 on the phone for the
galley and I'll come retrieve the trolley when you are done".

As the steward left, Nick sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV. As
he watched some mindless game show on TV and ate, he was beginning to
realize the scope of how his life had changed. The number of people that
surrounded him and Jonathan doing day to day things in the background made
him think. There were at least 8 people on board this plane to make sure he
had everything he needed. Maybe one of them could tell him what to tell his
friends. As long as he could remember, he knew he was attracted to guys. He
could never find the nerve to tell his best friend Paul. They had grown up
together, gotten laid together(girls), even gotten into fights and car
crashes together. Through all of that, Nick could never have the nerve to
tell him the truth. He finished his second sandwich, and a plate of salad,
washed it down with a cup of coffee and started pacing again. He realized
he had about and hour and a half to come up with some answers. Walking down
the steps of the 747 was gonna produce a whole lot of questions he wasn't
sure he could answer.

He left the office after calling to the galley and thanking them again for
the lunch. Nick still was taking time to adjust to this new lifestyle. As
he was walking forward he ran into Chris coming from the upstairs lounge.

"Hey Nick, You OK?" asked Chris. "You seem a little down."

"Still trying to figure out what to tell my friends" Nick replied.

"Want some advice?" asked Chris.

"Sure. I need all help I can get". said Nick.

The two walked forward into the lounge. Chris walked around the back of the
bar and pulled two bottles of water out of the fridge and tossed one to
Nick.  They sat down.

"Nick," started Chris. "It seems to me that the best thing you can do is
just be yourself. Don't try to be someone else. Jonathan fell in love with
who you are, not someone you are trying to pretend to be. I bet your
friends might feel the same way. If you are worried enough to tell them the
truth then they probably care about who you are too."

"I never thought about it that way" said Nick, sipping on his water. "You
are right. I guess when the time is right, it will just come out."

"Uhm, I suspect that it might be a little more complicated then that" said
Chris. "I mean, you are going to be walking down the steps of a 250 million
dollar plane with two bodyguards and you are a 20 year old college
student."

"Don't remind me dude" said Nick smiling. "I can see the look on their
faces now.  I am curious about something though. Why do I have you and
Micheal on board? I mean I saw the moves you guys put on my father. One of
you seems that it would be more then enough to keep the cheerleading team
for attacking me."

"It goes beyond that man" said Chris. "I don't know the whole story, but
Danny said keep you in one piece until we know what is going on with that
shit over in Europe. That means two of us. We will keep out of the way as
much as possible, but point blank, you don't take a shit without one of us
being with you."

"Does that mean you will wipe for me?" asked Nick with a smile.

"Nope, not into that" said Chris. "Seriously, we are good at what we
do. You will get used to us being around in time, and soon enough, you
won't even see us"

Chris got up, walked over to the bar again, this time picking up a cordless
phone and walked back to Nick.  "Its time to call your friends. We are an
hour out. Good Luck."  With that he walked out of the forward lounge and
closed the cabin door, leaving Nick with his thoughts.

Chapter Two: Nick walked around for a couple of minutes, took a piss, then
came back to the lounge. After doing a shot of Jack Daniels, he sat down
and picked up the phone, and punched in the cell phone number for his
closest friend Paul. After two rings he heard the voice.

"Speak, this is costing me money" said Paul.

"You always were a cheap fuck" said Nick, smiling at hearing his best
friend's voice.

"You fucking cocksucker!" yelled Paul into the phone. "Where the hell have
you been? I've been fucking worried shitless man. Where are you?"

"Chill dude." said Nick, smiling at the reference to his latest habits. "If
you only knew what you just said" he thought. "Listen. I'm really
sorry. Something came up really unexpectedly. I had to leave town for a
while. I'm flying back to Denver now."

"Shit man," said Paul. "We've all been worried. Thought you got caught in
that blizzard or something. I called the house but your old man bitched me
out and hung up on me without telling me shit"

"Sounds like him" said Nick, frowning at the thought of his father. "Listen
I'm about 45 mintues out, can you like pick me up? We need to talk"

"Yeah, I guess." said Paul," What are you on an airplane phone? That costs
a fortune and you still owe me $50 bucks for that party last month".

"Heh" said Nick. "I'm not paying for the call. I uhm... borrowed a
phone. I'll be landing in Denver about 2 pm, but listen dude.. It is the
general aviation part of Stapleton"

"Huh?" said Paul, the confusion evident in his voice.  "I don't understand
You said you are flying back to Denver. Why general aviation. That is for
private planes and shit"

"Just meet me there. Its a long story and I can't get into it on the
phone. Please just go there."

"OK, but you are buying the beer" said Paul.

"Yeah, I think we both will need a drink" said Nick.

"So what do I do" asked Paul. "Just wander around the airfield til I figure
out what Piper Cub you are on?"

Nick could not contain the explosive laugh escaping his lips at that
comment. As he paced around he realized that without even thinking he had
left the downstairs lounge and had been pacing the plane. He was now
upstairs looking face to face with what he realized was an original Picasso
painting on the bulkhead wall. "Piper Cub.. yeah" he thought.

"Trust me Paul" said Nick. "You will be able to pick me out. The plane is
white, with a blue stripe. The engines are painted gold."

"EngineS?" said Paul, expressing the S. "Who the fuck are you sleeping with
that you get access to a twin engine plane? The queen of England?"

"I'll explain it all when I see you" said Nick. "I gotta go."

"OK dude" said Paul, "I'll be there in like a half hour and watch for this
white, gold and blue whatever, but you got some serious explaining to do."

"Boy, do I ever" said Nick into the dead airwaves.  He walked forward the
rest of the way and knocked on the cockpit door. He was buzzed
through. Going into the cockpit, he recognized Captain Hendrickson.

"Hi Nick" said Capt. Hendrickson. "What's up?"

"Just seeing where we were" said Nick, "I thought you were staying in
Boston to fly Jon home to South Carolina"

"We are about 35 minutes out now, getting ready to start the desent." said
the Captain. "My alter ego is still in Boston. We have two full crews for
this plane, so the other guys will fly him home. Jonathan made it quite
clear that I was flying this plane. He really cares about you Nick"

"Yeah" said Nick. "I know. He means the world to me too.  So tell me. You
like this gig? I mean you never know what your schedule is going to be and
Jonathan seems to be a bit of a restless spirit.We've been in 3 coutnries
in less then 2 weeks and 4 states in less then 3 days."

"No big deal" said Captain Hendrickson."Jonathan pays me at least 5 times
what I could make in a year flying commerical. Besides private pilots are
judged by what they fly for thier bosses. How may people can say thier
plane is a 747?"

"Can't argue with that" said Nick. "I'll let ya go. Im sure you got shit to
do up here"

"Yeah, like deal with the fool in Denver who is screaming at David our
engineer back there about landing this bird back in Denver. The airport
administrator seems to remember us." said the Captain.

"OK, thanks for everything. I mean that" said Nick. Leaving the cockpit, he
wandered around the plane, marveling at the sheer enormity that was
unfolding around him. He went downstairs to the galley and found that he
couldn't even get a cup of coffee without two people getting it for
him. After thanking them for the coffee he went back through the health
club and then into the game room. He figured that a couple of games of
Street Fighter would calm him down some.

Chapter Three: "OK Nick" said the Captain over the intercom. "Find a chair,
we are 5 minutes out and got a few clouds to go through. Might get a little
rough. I'll let ya know when we settle in".

Nick went forward to the front lounge, dropping onto the couch and flipping
on the TV. He was rudely reminded of where he was going by the weather
channel which announced it was 12 degrees and a wind chill of -5 in
Denver.Looking out a window, he could see the airport coming into
view. Shortly he felt the bump of the wheels as they touched down. Nick
could feel the tension build a little bit in his chest. He got up and
walked into the bedroom to get changed. He put on the new jeans he had
gotten in Boston, along with a henley, flannel shirt and got a aztec
colored wool jacket out of the closet. He noted his hiking boots in the
bottom of the closet and pulled out; marveling at the efficiency of the
people around him.  Last he could recall he thought he had left them in
St. Thomas.  He went over to the dresser and pulled two pairs of heavy
socks out.  Finsishing dressing he heard a knock on the cabin door. Chris
walked in.

"OK Nick" said Chris. "We are here and shut down. Micheal went out and
found your friend. He is with him now. How do you want to do this? Bring
him on board or what?"

"I think I better go out and meet him first" said Nick, with a deep sigh. "
Then we'll probably come back up here and take it from there. Do you guys
have to walk down with me?"

"Micheal is down on the ground with your friend, in his car and I'll walk
down behind you." he said. "Best we can do".

"OK" said Nick, reaching for his sunglasses. "Lets start the show."

As the front doors swung open, Nick shuddered at the blast of swirling cold
in his face. I think I like St. Thomas better he thought. It was amazing to
him that he had forgotten how bright the reflected snow was around here. A
smile was on his face as he put on the sunglasses walking through the
door. He started down the steps and looked down to see Michael geting out
of Paul's car; his jacket unzipped, with his hand near what Nick knew to be
a gun. On the other side of the car was Paul. The look on Paul's face was
one of amazement, a little fear and total disbelief. As Nick came down to
the tarmac, Paul came around the car and approached him. At least twice he
opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Finally he spoke.

"That's not a Piper Cub" said Paul; looking up at the 747-700. When he had
first seen this plane approaching the general aviation area he couldn't
begin to think that this was the plane his best bud was on. Then it stopped
and a really large dude came down and asked if he was Paul Mancuso.  He
couldn't believe that Nick was on what appeared to be a private 747. Little
bastard as a lot to explain he remembered thinking.

"Uhm.. no.. " said Nick equally at a loss for words.

Before Nick could continue, Chris came up to them.

"Let's continue this upstair shall we?" said Chris as he started to gently
guide Nick by the arm.

Chapter Four: Nick, Paul and the two body guards entered the front of the
747-700. Standing there were two stewards who took their jackets. A third
opened the door to the front lounge. Nick and Paul were standing obviously
at ill ease. Finally Nick went around the bar and pulled out two shot
glasses and a bottle of Stoli Vodka. He poured two shots and handed one
across the bar.

"Here ya go" said Nick. They downed the shots at the same time.

"OK wiseass" said Paul. "Talk to me. You disapear for two weeks, no calls
no message,you suddenly show up on a fuckin private 747 with a killer tan
no less, and say 'here ya go'?"

"Well.. its kinda strange" said Nick. "It all started about a year ago. I
wrote a story and put it out on the internet".

"Yeah, and?" said Paul. Nick reached over and poured them both another
shot. Downing them they stared silently at the glasses. A steward knocked
at the door and rolled in a trolley. Uncovering it was a tray of different
small sandwiches, appetizers and such. He silently left.

"Because of the story I met someone" said Nick, pouring a third shot. He
shot it down and said "Lets take a walk, it might be easier walking
around".

They walked around the plane, Nick showing him everything from the gym and
game room downstairs to the office, and upstairs lounge. Upstairs they met
the flight crew in the lounge.

"Good Afternoon Mr. Covington" said Captain Hendrickson, being formal. "I
understand we might be back in the air today?"

"I don't know yet" said Nick, blushing. "I think we may be airborne late
tonight, but possibly tomorrow morning. I'll let you know."

"Very good sir" said the Captain.

Walking back downstairs, they ended up in the conference room of the
plane. Paul just looked over at Nick and waited.

"There's no easy way to say this man, so its just coming out" said Nick.
"Or rather I am."

"You are what?" said Paul, missing the comment.

"Paul.. this plane is owned by my boyfriend. His name is Jonathan" said
Nick, letting it all out at once.

For ninetey seconds there was total silence, broken only by the distant
sound of planes landing and taking off. Finally Paul spoke.

"Did you bring that bottle of vodka with you?" asked Paul.

"No, but I can find it" said Nick, getting up. Paul followed him back to
the front. As they sat down and did another shot Paul looked over.

"So, you are gay?" asked Paul."I mean I've seen you get laid. Fuck we've
been in the same bed taking turns fucking the same chick. I know you were
hard and blew your wad. I had sloppy seconds"

This brought a round of laughter from the two friends.

"I can't explain it man" said Nick."I mean I just realized that I couldn't
get the physical and mental satisifaction out of a woman. Jonathan has
given me something that has made my life complete. It was like night and
day.  He has taken me away from the bullshit of my father and made me feel
like a real person again. Its not like I was hanging around the basement
bathrooms in the college or the porno stores sucking cock. He was the first
dude to actually suck my cock. He took my cherry on a beach in St. Thomas."

"St. Thomas?" said Paul. "The US Virgin Islands?"

"Yeah," said Nick. "Kinda appropriate"

"I guess so."said Paul. "I can't fucking believe this.. This is a 747. How
much is this dude worth?"

"I'm not sure." said Nick. " I don't really know exactly. The only idea I
got was somewhere in the neighborhood of seven billion."

"Billion?!?" said Paul. 'That's like with a B?"

"Yeah" said Nick. "I can't believe it either man. I mean the guy has bought
me the whole damn A&F catalog and it is in at least 3 different places
too. We were in St. Thomas at the hotel he owns, here on board the plane ,
and his house in South Carolina. Only place didn't have it all was in Key
West house and we went out and got what I needed."

"Hell, I'd turn gay for that" said Paul, laughing.

Nick was relieved to see that his friend was dealing with this as well as
he was.

"Its not all about money man." said Nick. " I mean Jon has actually shown
me what love is. I can feel his love and know what it is to give love."

"You guys really fuck?" said Paul.

"Yeah" said Nick. "We've both done each other.. a lot"

"You're not bullshitting me about all this" asked Paul. "I mean what would
happen if I said let's go someplace in this thing. Can you actually get
them to fly us somewhere?"

"Its not exactly a limo with a driver I can tell to go wherever, but yeah
we can" said Nick, a little self conciously.  Jon had said before he left
that he could do whatever and go wherever it was necessary to deal with
this.

"This is too much man" said Paul, unable to cope with it.

"Listen Paul." started Nick. "We can go anywhere you want, but right now,
I'd really like to go back up to campus. There are a lot of people I need
to see and explain things too. I wanted to talk to you first. We've been
friends for a long time man. You had to hear it from me. I don't know if
I'm coming back here again after I leave or not."

"I'm glad you told me, but I still can't believe you are gay" said Paul.

"What do I have to do, suck you off?" asked Nick smiling.

"Whoa dude" said Paul. "I don't think I could deal with that"

"Just kidding man." said Nick laughing. "Bet I could suck better then that
chick we shared."

"Fuck man" said Paul, breaking up laughing. "Anybody could suck better then
she did. Way too many teeth."

As the two collapsed back down on the couch laughing, Paul reached over and
hugged Nick.

"I'm glad you are OK dude, I was really freaking out, not knowing where you
were and all" said Paul.

"Thanks man" said Nick, returning the hug. "I'm really sorry I didn't tell
you earlier. I didn't know how to tell you about being gay, and then things
just really happened quick with Jonathan. We met that Friday I told you to
cover for me if someone was looking for me and we ended up in St. Thomas
about 7 hours later."

"Wow, that's intense." said Paul. "Tell me straight dude.. You are really
gay??"

Nick reached over and put his hand on Paul crotch; gently squeezing not to
hurt him.

"That answer your question?" said Nick.

"OK man, I get the idea." said Paul, not as uncomfortable as he thought
he'd be about a dude having his hand on his crotch. But then again Nick was
his best friend in the world.

"Can you drive me, actually us into town?" asked Nick. "The two dudes you
met have to come with us."

"They look like a ton of fun." said Paul.

"Yeah, but they don't go, I can't" said Nick.

"OK lets do it" said Paul.

Chapter Five.  Nick, Paul and the two guards drove back onto the
campus. Nick felt a twinge of reqret at not being here. He had left the
only thing that had made him feel safe from his father. With Jonathan that
had all changed, but he found he kinda missed the place. Pulling up in
front of Paul's dorm, they got out. With Paul leading the way, and the two
body guards loosely around Nick they went up to the dorm room. As they
walked in Paul's roommate Mark looked up; a shocked look on his face. Mark
was a good friend of Nick's as well and Nick felt another twinge of guilt
at yet another person he had not told about anything.

"Fuck man," said Mark, standing in only boxers, "Where have you been?"

"Long story dude" said Nick, "I kinda met someone and it got a little
carried away"

"Carried away?" asked Mark, " You're shittin me. You have been gone for two
weeks.  Paul has been freaking out"

"I know dude, I'm really sorry" said Nick. "Its kinda complicated."

After chatting for a while the three guys were getting pretty trashed on a
stash of beer in the fridge of the dorm room.  Mark looked over at Nick and
his eyes drifted back to Chris and Micheal who were sitting by the desks in
the room, not drinking, quietly talking to themselves.

"Who are they man?" asked Mark. "What's going on?"

"They are uhm.. my bodyguards" said Nick, cringing at the sound of how it
came out of his mouth.

Before Mark could make any other comment, there was a knock on the door and
it swung open. Both Chris and Michael swiveled towards the door, each
reaching for concealed weapons. Standing in the door way was three more
friends of Nicks, along with their girlfriends.  There was brief
pandamonium in the room while everyone wanted to know what had happened to
Nick where he had been and such. Finally Nick stood up, and got them to
settle down.

"OK guys" said Nick, taking a deep breath." I guess its time to tell you a
few things. I told this to Paul this morning, but he had to be the first to
know.  Each of you are special friends. I feel pretty bad about not getting
in touch before now, but its been a hell of a ride I've been on"

Picking up another beer, he took a long swallow before continuing. "I met a
very special person a couple of weeks ago and fell in love. We've been
together day and night ever since. These two guys in back of me work for
him. They are body guards that are assigned to me"

"Whoa dude" said Mark shaking off his beer buzz. "you said they work for
HIM"

After a deep sigh, Nick continued. This was not as easy as he
thought. "Yeah I did. I'm gay"

There was a deep silence in the room for a short time.  Finally Paul spoke
up. "So what.. he sucks cock. He is still Nick. We all know the shit he has
been through with that asshole father of his. If he is happy, more power to
him."

The mood in the room was restored.  Soon Nick was talking and feeling good
about being with his friends. It was a relief that they all took the news
well.  Everyone wanted to know where he had been, what Jonathan was like
and such. The partying in the room continued on for a long time. People
came and went in the dorm, some Nick knew, some not. The ones he knew were
surprised to see him.  About 1 am, Nick decided he had to get some
sleep. Time zone hopping was not sitting well with him.

Getting up and saying good bye took another 15 mins. and another beer. Paul
followed Nick and the guys out of dorm room.

"Where you spending the night man?" asked Paul.

"On the jet I guess." said Nick. "Didn't really think about it."

"Uhm, could I come with you?" asked Paul. "Mark wants to get laid and I
don't feel like dealing with listening to him fuck his bitch."

"Yeah no sweat, give the keys to Chris. You ain't driving" said Nick.

Chapter Six.  It was like old times, Nick and Paul holding each other up,
trying not to fall over themselves. Once or twice going up the stairs to
the jet, Chris or Micheal caught them and kept them upright.

"Big piper man" said Paul. This broke the two of them up further into peals
of laughter.

Finally they made it inside and into the forward lounge. Chris and Michael
said good night and left them alone. Paul collapsed on the couch and Nick
just sort of sank onto the floor.

"Oh man, I am drunk" said Paul.

"No, you are shitfaced" said Nick. This sent him into more fits of
laughter. He hadn't felt this way in a long while.

"Come on man" said Nick, "I'm going to bed. My body is telling me it is
like 4 am"

"OK man, where am I sleeping?" asked Paul after a moment.

"You got a choice." said Nick. "You can crash out here on the couch, or the
back lounge has chairs that make into full beds. You can also crash with me
in the bedroom if you figure I'm not going to molest you while you are
passed out"

"What makes ya think I'd let ya" asked Paul, as he broke up into laughter
again falling on the floor off the couch, landing next to Nick.

"You're right." said Nick, trying to keep a striaght face. "Besides, with
what you got between your legs it might be like child molestation"

"Fuck you man" said Paul, half shouting, half laughing. "I got more cock
then you do and you know it"

"Maybe dude, but I know how to use it better." said Nick

Laughing the two pulled themselves off the floor and staggered into the
bedroom. As Nick threw on the lights, Paul stopped dead and could only look
at the room.

"Holy shit dude" said Paul. "This place is awsome."

"Yeah, I know. I can't believe its on a plane either." said Nick.

After several aborted attempts that had both of them ending up on the
floor, the two boys managed to get undressed and under the covers on the
king bed.

"Listen man" said Nick reaching over to touch Paul's shoulder. "Thanks for
still being my friend."

"Shut up dude" said Paul. "You are always my friend. So what if you are
gay. I'm naked here in bed you are naked here in bed, same as we have
always slept when we have crashed together, nothing's changed. If you
haven't hit on me by now, you ain't gonna."

"True" said Nick.  "But thanks anyway"

Chapter Seven: In the morning, after sleeping off the beer and booze Paul
and Nick woke up around 11am. Nick had gotten up first and was showered and
coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist as Paul started to
get out of bed. Glancing down he could see that Paul was fully hard from
needing to piss.

"You are right man" said Nick, "you are bigger then me. Never noticed ya
hard before"

"Wise ass" growled Paul. He reached out as Nick passed and pulled off the
towel off of Nick, spun it in his hand and cracked it like a whip on Nick's
ass. Laughing, he threw the towel back and ran into the bathroom.  Coming
out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he found Nick lying on the bed
still naked.

"What are you doing man, trying to seduce me?" asked Paul as he sat down
next to him.

"Not a chance man" said Nick, "Besides, I'd probably spoil ya"

"Yeah yeah whatever" said Paul. He reached down and pulled on his half hard
cock, making it harder. "You wouldn't know what to do wtih this 9" monster
anyway"

Nick looked at his friend for a moment, then down at the 9" cock in his
hand.

"Probably could" said Nick, reaching over and stroking it once. "But then
what would Crystal say?"

"Good Point" said Paul. "She wouldn't understand. Close minded bitch, she
won't even let me cum on her tits."

The two just lay back on the bed, naked but not uncomfortable
either. Finally after a while, Paul got up and walked around the bed
pulling Nick to his feet hugging him.

"Listen dude" said Paul. "I love you, and always have. You are my best
friend. As long as you are happy that is all that matters. I was really
fucking worred about you, but I'm glad you are OK. Just don't loose touch
again OK?"

"Yeah man I promise" said Nick hugging Paul back. He was aware of the
nudity of the two boys, Paul's cock on his own, both half hard. He was
happy that Paul hadn't freaked out. He could deal with the rest of the
people he knew blowing him off cuz he was gay, but not Paul.

Letting go, Nick walked over and pulled fresh boxers out of the
drawers. "How about some breakfast man?"

"Yeah lets head downtown to the deli" said Paul.

As the two were finishing dressing Nick could hear what sounded like the
engines warming up. He noticed a slightvibration in the plane.  Before he
could wonder about it, there was a knock on the door and Chris came in.

"He's gotta leave and we gotta go" said Chris. "Jon's been shot".