Date: Wed, 5 Aug 2020 07:21:34 +0000
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fly Boys Ch.2

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Fly Boys
Chapter 2

The next day, Robbie picked up the six boys at their homes and drove to the
nearest shopping mall. He led the boys into a sports store and after
getting hold of an assistant told them all what was going to happen.

"I want these six boys fitted out with the following."

Robbie handed the assistant a list.

"If we are going to work out in the gym, you need workout clothes."

The boys were goggle eyed as the piles in front of each of them grew. Top
of the range trainers, 6 pairs of socks, two junior jockstraps, two pairs
of shorts, two tops, one set of sweats, two Speedos. Sweat bands and small
neck towels were added as an afterthought.

"If you are going to work out with me, and swim, you need all this."

Turning to the assistant he told him.

"The boys can go and select their own sports bag to keep all this stuff
in."

Job done, the boys walked from the shop feeling ten feet tall.

He felt slightly guilty as they drove up the drive to his house, knowing
how poor the homes were where they lived. His house was a huge country
mansion about a fifteen minute drive from the airfield.  There were six
jaws almost touching the ground when he pulled up outside the garage block
of his home. They didn't say anything as they walked through the house to a
fully equipped gymnasium.

"Ok Guys. Into the changing room. Get into your workout gear, including
your sweats. You all have your own lockers with your names on them. Stow
all your gear in them."

Robbie had printed off name tabs for each of them the night before and slid
them into the slots on the doors. The gym was a self-contained unit
attached to the house, but with its own changing room and showers. Leaving
the boys to it he went to his own bedroom suite and changed as well,
joining the boys as they emerged into the gym.

There was another man in the gym that the boys eyed warily. He was a very
impressive looking guy, and they soon found out why.

"Boys, I'd like you to meet Carl. He is my personal trainer and will be
responsible for your fitness programme. They are all yours, Carl, and I'll
work out with them this morning."

Tyler scoped him out thoroughly and came up with this description later
when his parents wanted to know about him.

"Robbie told us he was from Singapore. He looked about the same age as
Robbie. Really fit, with a fantastic body. He told us that by the time we
are eighteen we will look as fit as he does. I hope he's right, he is
awesome. He was loads of fun, Dad, but worked us really hard, just the same
as he does Robbie.

Carl worked the boys on a junior programme while Robbie carried out his
senior programme.

Robbie had met Carl at a private gym that he used to use. In loose terms
they became friends while Carl qualified as a fitness trainer. Gradually,
Robbie cut down his time at the gym and paid Carl to train him at his
home. Initially it was purely professional, but gradually Robbie became
quite attached to his trainer, and would have liked it to become an
intimate relationship. To date though, that hadn't happened. After his
parents died, Robbie dropped all contacts while he handled his grief, but
now that he had the boys to train he had called Carl and got him back into
private sessions.

End of training and all eight went for showers in the gym. The six juniors
were goggle eyed again looking at a naked Carl and Robbie. Both young men
were instant erection material for any gay boys and Tyler, although he had
never thought about his sexuality started to get an erection, so he was out
of the shower first, drying himself off and getting pants and trousers on
quickly. He was quite upset with his thoughts, and Robbie picked up on it.

"Carl, take the boys through to the breakfast room and ask Mrs. Blanchard
to give them snacks, you as well. I just need a few minutes with Tyler."

Taking Tyler through to his study, Robbie sat with him on a large
Chesterfield sofa.

"I know we have only been together for a couple of days, Ty, but something
upset you in the showers. Please, tell me what it was and if I can be of
help I will. I really like all of you boys and want the best for you."

Tyler's look of anguish would have been a dead giveaway if Robbie had been
on that wavelength.

"I can't tell you."

Sliding along the sofa so that he could take both of Tyler's hands in his
he made him look him in the eyes.

"Well, know that whatever the problem, I'll be here for you if you want to
unload on me."

The look got worse and suddenly he burst into tears. Through his sobs he
spoke.

"I started to get a hard on looking at Carl. That makes me queer doesn't
it?"

Robbie pulled him into a hug.

"No it doesn't, not necessarily. Even if you are gay, I promise I will look
after you and see you are ok with your sexuality."

Looking into the eyes of this man that he was suddenly going to trust he
told him his previous thoughts.

"I thought you might be queer when I saw you looking at us after we
showered, and I wanted to protect the others against you if you tried
anything, but now they may need protection from me."

"You are very perceptive, Ty. I am gay, but neither you, nor the other boys
need have any worries. I haven't taken you on to take advantage of you. I
genuinely want to help you at the same time as you help me. I will never
abuse you, any of you."

"I'm sorry, Robbie, I do like you loads. I don't want to queer up this
chance for the others."

The use of queer again, but in a different context had both of them
giggling.

"Ok, us queers won't queer the pitch for the others, agreed?"

Tyler nodded as he started to wipe his eyes.

"Come on, let's find a bathroom for you to use to wash your eyes. We don't
want to worry the others."

When they walked into the breakfast room, all eyes zeroed in on Tyler. They
could see that he had been crying and they looked worried.  Robbie could
see the understanding on their faces and needed to clear the air.

"It's ok Guys. Tyler had a little problem and we've sorted it out. Now,
when you have finished pigging out," laughing as he said it, "Back to the
gym, get your dirty set of workout gear and leave it in the laundry hamper
by the door. I'll get it washed for you for next time. Your second set you
can pack in your sports bags and take home. We can use that if we workout
in the hanger anytime. Leave your speedos in your lockers for use in the
pool."

They all went back to munching cookies and drinking milk.

"We can't work in the hanger today because of the contractors, so how about
we start learning about the plane you are going to be flying?"

No dissent on that score so after saying goodbye to Carl, they all piled
into the SUV for the return to the airfield.

"We'll see you the day after tomorrow, Carl."

Tyler was pleased to hear that. He really liked Carl and was comfortable
with Robbie's comments about being queer.

`Robbie will look after me if I am really a queer boy', was his
thought. That was as far as his thought process went, showing that for some
reason he now trusted this young man to look after him.  ******************
Back at the airfield, Robbie took the boys through to a classroom at the
flying school. He settled them in before going to the store and purchasing
six sets of manuals for their ground school course.

"Ok, Guys. Here is all the instructional material you will need for your
PPL exams. We will structure your course so that you can handle it
alongside your school work when the summer ends. Tomorrow I'll have cases
for you to keep it all in and also notebooks for you to use as well."

The boys gulped when they saw the piles of manuals they would need to read
and learn from.

Robbie briefed them on the form their classroom work would take before
shunting them all out to the flight line to start teaching them about the
aircraft itself. Robbie thought a walk round inspection like he did before
every flight would be a good way to start. He was delighted with the way
the boys concentrated and asked intelligent questions. There was no doubt
in his mind that these guys were absolutely dedicated to following his
dictates.

Lunch time, and once again the boys were fed and watered, this time in the
airfield restaurant. Robbie started teaching them good table manners which
they currently lacked.

Special treat after lunch. He sat them down in the classroom with some
reading to do and then took them out for about 20 minutes each for their
first lesson, straight and level flying.

"I have one more little treat for you today."

With that Robbie walked round to each desk and dropped a flat box on it and
a brand new monogrammed pen with the boy's name on each one.

"Open the box. Take out the book and read the cover."

"Pooleys Personal Flying Log Book -- Aircraft Operating Crew. These are
ours, Robbie?"

That was Tyler holding his as reverently as a good Christian would hold his
bible.

"Yes, and you will enter every flight in there that you do as pilot or
student. Turn to the page where you need to enter your details. Fill that
in first. Then turn to the first page proper and we'll enter the details of
your first flight."

Using their new pens they entered the details in order. Date, aircraft
type, registration, pilot in command, Self in the student/co-pilot column,
detail of flight, take-off and landing time, and then under the Dual
column, .20.

All six of them were almost bouncing off walls when he eventually dropped
them at their homes.

"We have work to do tomorrow Guys, but we might squeeze in some flying as
well. I'll pick you up at 0900, here, ok?"

A chorus of yes's and they were away.

At home, Robbie realised he missed their company.

`This is stupid, I've only known them a couple of days and I want them with
me all the time,' was his thought. Further thought crystallised his
thinking. `I wonder if the parents would let them come and live here for
the summer, make it sound like a flying camp. I could still set aside some
time to do some proper work with my company.'  Robbie followed a routine
with the boys that settled around a reasonable amount of work, keep fit and
ground school, with a short flight for each of them most days, sometimes
one on one, at others with three up, the two in the back changing round,
but all three getting multiple instruction sessions. Then, at the weekend
he broached the flying camp idea.

"I was thinking Boys. If you come and live at the house until you go back
to school, we could maximise your time and break the back of your ground
school, among other things. What do you think of that idea, and what do you
think your parents would say?"

The general consensus was that they would probably be happy to have them
out from under their feet.

Confrontation with the parents was not as easy as Robbie expected.

"What you are doing for the boys must be costing you a small fortune. I am
wondering what your motives are."

That was Tyler's dad.

"The boys are certainly costing me money, but not very much because they
are carrying out a work schedule that is saving me money on labour
costs. The money it is costing me is worth it for me because it is fun
teaching the boys and I have a lot of it so I don't really notice it."

Several of the parents appeared to be a little uncomfortable and Robbie
wasn't stupid.

"I understand your concern, so, can I suggest that you say, `yes', let me
install the boys in my house and then I'll pick you all up in a mini bus
after a few days and you can see how they are living, and if the boys would
like to take Sunday's off and come home for the day I could sort that no
problem."

That got the agreement Robbie wanted. He installed the boys in three twin
bedded rooms in the guest wing. All of the bedrooms were en suite.
Mrs. Blanchard fed them and Robbie's housekeeper looked after the boys
rooms and the laundry. The next Saturday, Robbie had a mini bus pick up the
parents and bring them out to his home for the day. He laid on a lunch on
the lawns because it was a sunny day, and the boys spent a load of time in
the outdoor pool cavorting in their Speedos. The parents were given a
guided tour of the house, showing where the boys ate and slept, where they
did their schooling and their fitness training. Robbie had converted a
little used room on the ground floor into a classroom with desks and chairs
and all the teaching aids he needed.

Suitably impressed the only cloud was Tyler's dad again. Robbie realised
that he was more than a little resentful of what was happening to his
son. He could see that Tyler practically worshipped Robbie and his mind was
actually running along the lines that Robbie's was. He would love to be
intimate with Ty. He was the most mature of the boys, and also, extremely
cute. The fact that he might be gay was even better, but Robbie was
determined not to traumatise the boy by making any advances on that front.

"Why are the boys in those trunks? They are barely decent."

Robbie was a little flustered.

"I'm sorry. That is what I have always used for swim training. Dedicated
swimmers all wear Speedos, it appeared quite normal to me, and there are
only us guys and my fitness instructor around to see them anyway.

Without coming out and saying what he was thinking, Ty's dad could say no
more.

The single most important thing that swung the other parents into allowing
the arrangement to continue was the fact that the boys had shared
bedrooms. The perception was that there was no room for any hanky panky.

There was too much exposure in the press to paedophile rings operating and
the parents were aware of it.

The boys went home with their parents agreeing that Robbie would pick them
up late Sunday afternoon.  2547

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