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Clint and Mickey had left a note. They were going to dinner and a show,
and would be home after midnight. A second note instructed me to phone British
Airways' Chief Pilot. I had been expecting this call, so I grabbed a soda and
picked up the phone. We had moved here from upstate New York, and our living
there worked great for me to fly a regular route from Montreal to Manchester. I
loved flying the Lockheed L-1011 TriStar, but sadly, Lockheed stopped making
them last year. I only had 5 years until retirement, and I hoped to stay with
the TriStars until then. When I arrived in London, I
had contacted operations and put in my bid for any route that used them. Until
I was reassigned, I would simply hop a flight to Manchester, and continue to work
my old route.
When the voice answered, I gave my name and was soon hearing "Ted! How
are you doing? How was the move? Are you enjoying London?"
"Hey Bob, I'm good. Naturally, the move was a pain,
but we survived. Mickey and Clint are already out enjoying the theater we
didn't have upstate, and I spent the morning in a Cessna enjoying the south
coast."
"Really? I didn't know you owned a small craft.
Where do you park it?"
"It belongs to a friend from Oxford, and he keeps it at Biggins. So what's up? I know you didn't have me call just to shoot
the shit." I said, knowing he was trying to butter me up.
"Yeah, I know, never try to bullshit a bullshitter. So, here's my problem, and I'm hoping you can help me out
because in the long run, it will work out good for you. Bill MacKenzie filed his retirement papers this afternoon. He's got vacation saved up, and I only have him for another six
weeks. I'm short on TriStar Captains, and I'm not
ready to move his second up to first seat. I'm asking
you to take Heathrow to Montreal for a few months. I want you training this kid
for first seat."
I sat on the barstool and took a drink of my Coke, then said "And
exactly how does this benefit me? That flight crew is Montreal based too. I'll be away from home 4 nights a week. I moved to London to
get on a Heathrow based flight so I could be home more often. I'm getting too
old for all this time away from home."
"Like I said, this works out for you, after a bit. I have two other
first seats retiring in the next year. Do this for me, and I'll
give you choice of those two spots. One is Heathrow to Cairo, 5 days a week,
home every night. The other is Manchester to JFK, twice a week. Stay in New
York 2 nights a week."
I thought about it just long enough to make him sweat, then I said "Fine,
I'll do it. When do you need me to start?"
I heard him relax as he said "Do next week on your old run, sign off on Jake
taking first seat. I can give you five
weeks off. Take the time to learn London."
"Do you want my answer about Cairo or JFK today?" I asked, knowing the
answer.
"No, that's the plan for now, but there are too many variables to lock
things yet. Get that kid up to snuff first, then we'll talk." Bob said, leaving
himself enough wiggle room to totally ignore today's conversation in the
future.
I checked the fridge and found nothing. I decided to call for takeout
until I looked around and realized we didn't have any
menus, or even a phone directory. I shook my head and laughed, then realized
the answer. I went outside and saw Victor kicking a soccer ball in the park
across the street. I waved and he came running.
"Hey Mr. Jennings, what's up?
"Hey Victor. I was coming over to ask if you have any takeout menus.
Clint and Mickey are out and we don't have any food yet."
"We have a bunch. Come on, I'll show ya. Mum
and Dad are out to a show, so we gotta do takeout
too." He said, heading for his house. As he opened the door, he shouted for
Troy. "Did you order dinner yet?"
Thirty seconds later, a naked Troy came walking down the stairs, looking
at a menu in his hand. "I don't know, bruv. `Thai
Winds' has the best Yum Nua but their Thot Man Khao
Phot sucks ass. `River Thai' has the best Pad Thai in town. What do you feel
like?"
I said "Who has the best Pad Krapow Moo Saap? I'm in the mood for some pork."
Victor was giggling as Troy's head jerked up and his hands dropped to
hide his teen boy parts. His skin turned bright red from his hairline to his
nipples. He turned to his brother and snapped "Why didn't you tell me Ted was
here?"
He then turned to run back up the stair but I grabbed his shoulder and
said "Relax buddy. Clothing is rarely worn in our home, so this isn't a problem
for me."
My words had little effect on Troy, as he pulled from my grasp and ran up the
stairs, but Victor gave a fist pump and proceeded to toss his shirt and soccer
shorts to the corner. I felt bad for embarrassing Troy, but Victor's obvious
pleasure at being nude made me laugh.
When I heard a door slam upstairs, a thought came to me and I asked
Victor "Do you mind if I go up and talk to him?"
He pointed up and said "We're at the end of the hall."
I went up and knocked, saying "Troy? Can I come in?"
"Can't stop ya, can I? Bloody door don't
lock."
I opened the door to find Troy face down on the bed. His cute little
butt was the first thing I noticed, then I chastised myself for thinking about
him in that way when he was upset. I moved to the bed and sat, gently putting
my hand on his shoulder as I said "What's wrong pup?"
He mumbled something into his pillow, but I couldn't
understand. I asked him to repeat it so he turned his head and glared at me as
he said "I heard you down there, laughing at me."
I stroked his hair and said "I think you're perfect, Troy. Why would I laugh at
you?"
The reaction I got wasn't what I had expected.
Rather than telling me why I would laugh at him, Troy focused on the other part
of my comment. Moving like only a teen boy can, he twisted his body and in less
than a second, the naked boy was in my lap, kissing my face.
"I think you're perfect too, Ted. I knew you liked me. Victor said I was
crazy, but I felt something when I first met you."
He couldn't have said what I think he just
said, could he? Did this human teen have a crush on me? That's
all it could be, he was too young to mate. Did humans
mate? We had just met. I continued to tell myself all of these things, ignoring
my own obsession with him as he continued to kiss and hold me. His squirming in
my lap was having an effect on me, and it was soon obvious. He noticed.
He pulled back, looked into my eyes, and blushed as he said "I thought
you were laughing at my little dick." He wriggled his butt against my growing
erection and said "I guess I was wrong."
I kissed his nose and said "I told you you'll grow. Why would I laugh at
where you are now? As to anything between us, well, I'm
a lot older than you, pup. You should find a boy or girl your age." His face
fell, so I quickly added "That doesn't mean I don't want to be in your life,
but we can't be more than friends, ok?" I finished with another kiss, this time
to his forehead.
He looked up and said "I know I'll grow, it
just sucks. All the guys at school have pubes and I just found one last night."
I wanted to lift his spirits, so I pushed him off me as I said "Really? Can I
see?"
Not waiting for his response, I leaned over his body and examined his
pubis. He might not have his pubic hair yet, but his balls had dropped, and his
dick wasn't tiny like he had said. His erection had
the foreskin pulled back, and his penis was rock solid and tight to his belly,
about 4" long. He had said one hair, but I quickly found three. When I
threatened to pull the other two, his hands shot down and he covered
everything.
I sat up and looked him in the eye as I said "Everything looks fine to
me. It looks normal, and I bet it works?"
His fingers wrapped around it and started he stroking as he said
"Victor's stuff is thicker than mine, but I started shooting last month. Wanna see?"
I knew it was important to him, so I said "Sure, pup, show me what you
can do."
He grinned and had just started stroking faster when the door opened and Victor
walked in. I expected Troy to stop, but instead, Victor came over and flopped
down beside him, grabbed his own dick and started stroking to catch up to his
brother.
With them laying side by side, I was able to see that Victor wasn't much more developed in the physical sense, but he did
have a postage stamp sized pubic bush that any boy would be proud of. They were
about the same length, but Troy was quite a bit thicker than Victor. Troy's
foreskin retracted when he was hard, while Victor's was quite long, and
entirely hooded the head of his dick.
They were racing to an orgasm, and while Victor's eyes were closed as he
stroked, Troy was staring at my face. I smiled at him, and on impulse, leaned
down and gently kissed his lips. He moaned into my mouth as his body tensed and
he shot three watery jets of boy cum onto his belly. Hearing his brother's
orgasm sent Victor over the edge and he fired his first shot onto his chest,
with the other three landing on his belly. Like Troy had said, Victor's was
just a tad thicker, but still had that watery consistency of a boy.
Troy wiped his finger through his cum, then nervously watched my face as
he brought it up and offered it to me. Again, I couldn't
disappoint this amazing pup, so I opened my mouth and accepted his gift. As he
was wiping up more for his own mouth, Victor was wiping himself off with a
towel that was obviously kept by their bed for this reason. When he saw me lick
Troy's finger, he offered me some of his but I smiled and shook my head.
Once the boys were cleaned up, we went downstairs and ordered Thai takeout.
I looked at the two boys, still naked, and asked "Do you dress like this when
your parents are home?"
Victor blushed and said "Mum caught us one afternoon and we got smacked. Dad
came to our room that night and said he understood, but we had to stay dressed
around Mum."
Troy chimed in with "But you said you guys are always naked, so we can
hang out at your place, right Ted?"
"Well... I suppose. We'll have to talk to Mickey
and Clint, but I don't think they'd object. None of us are hung up on things
like most."
"They won't care that Troy's a poof?" Victor said, with an evil grin.
Troy gave him a playful smack and said "See if this poof sucks your dick
ever again." Then he looked at me and blushed as he realized what he'd said.
I laughed and looked at Victor as I said "All three of us are open to
anyone, so we don't care who Troy likes." Then I looked at Troy, winked, and
added "Even if he does suck his brother's little dick."
That started a pushing match between the boys, and soon there were two
pubescent boys wrestling in their living room. After the food arrived, they
settled down and we ate. Once the boys had inhaled their food, I stood to head
home. Both boys jumped up and were begging me to take them flying tomorrow.
They blocked the door until I promised to do my best.
Later, in bed, I couldn't get the image of
those two naked boys out of my mind. If I was an Alpha and they were in my
pack, no one would care what I did with them sexually, but I'm
not, and they're not. None of that stopped me from thinking of all kinds of
things to do with Troy. Soon, I was reaching down and rubbing one out before I
falling asleep.
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