Date: Wed, 03 Mar 2021 10:06:32 +0000 From: Embolisha Subject: Incubus chapter 11 Airforce one pushed it's way through the sky, parting the air like a thunderbolt. The massive plane, the Cold War symbol of a nations dominance, was currently transporting the President and his 15 year old son towards a meet and greet at a large fundamental church. The church in question had donated grand sums of money in his cause, and while the man felt no particular love for the ideology it expressed, he felt obligated to come and stroke the egos of the men and women involved. Presently he sat behind his desk in the presidential office on board, listening to his advisors brief him on the days events. The itinerary was worked out to a very fine edge, nothing save an emergency would alter the schedule for the day. "After we land Mr President, the two limousines will transport you and your son the the service planned by Pastor Abernathy. You will be scheduled to arrive in the last 10 minutes of the service where you and your son will be formally welcomed on the stage. You will then give a small speech thanking the people of the church for their generosity." The aide cleared his throat as he looked closely at the itinerary once again. "After the address you will accompany Pastor Abernathy, his wife Helen and their two children to a formal reception at city hall, where you will dine with them, the Mayor and several other officials from the local community. Following that we will return to Airforce one and return to the capital. Are there any questions President Clarke regarding the itinerary that I can help you with?" The man looked over his horned rimmed glasses, his prominent nose giving him the appearance of a heron, not at all helped by the feather like tufts of thinning hair that flew backwards from his temples. "No Gareth, thank you." The man sighed. Ronald Clarke had been in the job for several years and he looked to have suffered the ageing affects the position came with. He was only in his early 40's but his hair had started to streak with grey, along with the deepening lines of worry around his eyes. He was however, still a very handsome man and he knew how to use it to the best effect. A winning smile and sure slow southern drawl placed people around him at ease. Behind the facade though, the man's intelligence burned with ambition. He had achieved so much already, taking the Oval Office at his young age, helped along in part by the early death of his wife, leaving him as the widower President, raising his son alone. That played very well with the female vote indeed. He missed his wife, although truth be told he hadn't really spent a lot of time with her in the years leading up to his appointment. The rigours of campaign had taken their toll on his relationships. All of them, including the one with his boy. The lad was little more than a stranger to him these days. He was trotted out when required and played his part well. Just like he had been taught, but when Ronald tried to engage with him there was nothing returned but cold politeness. Thinking of him now, the man couldn't help experience a surge in pride though. His son was a very handsome lad, who's picture graced the pages of many teen magazines. The all American boy with his straight brown hair parted on the side and cut short at the back, had managed to sidestep the ungainly period of adolescence. His slender well shaped frame had handled his growth spurts with ease until he now stood at around five ten, not the size of the man he would become but a smaller momentary version. "One moment Gareth." The man who had been in the process of exiting the room turned immediately to his commander in chief. "Sir?" "Have you seen David. I guess we should let him know what is planned as well." The man frowned. "I have not seen him sir since boarding but I will try to locate him for you now." He gave a slight nod of his head and disappeared through the office doors emerging into the corridor beyond. The man's urban polite smile shifted to one of disgust as he huffed his way towards the rear section of the plane. He had been a public servant for more years than he could remember. He had served with intelligence and honor but here in this moment to his mind, he had been reduced to nurse maid. It was insupportable. He spotted a junior assistant heading in the opposite direction and in a harsh command directed him to locate David Clarke immediately, before he secreted himself inside the small office reserved for him on Airforce one. Unfortunately for the man his job of locating the presidents son was going to be a difficult one as currently the boy was enjoying the view from behind a locked door in the cockpit of the enormous plane. His eyes scanned the sea of clouds that spread out in every direction, every now and they were split and torn open to show glimpses of green and brown on the ground beneath. Without volition a groan escaped his lips and he threw his head around to gaze at the man who was currently fucking his fifteen year old boy cunt. The boy was bent forward with his hands carefully placed on the instrument dashboard avoiding touching anything critical. His pants and underwear lay discarded on the floor while his dress shirt was hiked up exposing his amazing arse and well shaped back. His left leg was raised and resting on the flight deck chair while his right leg was bent slightly at the knee supporting his weight. The man currently fucking him was the captain of the great bird, his face scrunched and twisted with the pleasure he was experiencing. The man still had on his full uniform and even his captains hat, but his thick cock was pushed through the unzipped opening of his pants and into the willing boy in front of him. In the opposite flight chair sat the first officer, his hand flying up and down on his exposed cock, the purple head disappearing beneath the thick foreskin that rolled around it. Just then the cockpit radio buzzed to life with instructions from control tower to the approaching plane. The first officer removed his hand from his rigid cock and quickly scanned the instruments in front of him before answering the control tower. The vector and descent altitudes checked, the man signed off and returned to watching the son of his boss getting fucked in front of him. The officer did not really think of himself as gay or bi, but the lad was certainly fit and he had an arse that no one could walk away from. The rutting boy pushed his opened cunt back onto the man behind him and growled deep in his throat. "Oh fuck sir, that feels amazing." He flipped his hair and licked his smooth red lips before adding, "What do you think my dad would say if he could see what your doing to his little boy?" The captain paused for a second, his cock embedded half way in the boy. His left hand dragging the boy's arse cheeks apart to make it easier to enter him. "Well I think he would probably have a lot to say don't you. I for one am not going to tell him though. He is my boss after all." David moaned with need as the man stopped fucking him. His slightly blushed cheeks deepened as he accepted his need and took over all movement, bending his back down to open himself up further. He pouted like a child and said, "I won't tell him, sir. Honestly. Just keep fucking me, I need it hard before I can go through with the bullshit that I have to deal with today." He looked over at the other man. "Oh and you better not bust your nut before you've fucked me either ok. Or I may just have to tell my daddy what the bad men did to me." The captain once again resumed his assault on the boy's arse eliciting cries from the lad whose cock and balls bounced back and forth in time as the man reached around and began to stimulate the lad's sex. Soon the grunts turned to gasps and the military man tensed in readiness. He stilled his motion and planted his feet, lifting slightly higher and placing pressure inside the boy's cunt as though he was being lifted by one prong of a forklift. He too ceased movement and waited feeling the impossibly hard shaft twitch and vibrate as it expanded so slightly. One violent shove forward and David felt the first gush of heat deep inside him as the man released his cum. The boy wiggled and rotated his hips slightly as the captain finished unloading inside him and then cupped his hand over his open cunt as he felt the man leave him. A spurt of white pearlescent liquid splashed down into his cupped hand and the boy quickly turned around and dropped to his knees, swallowing the still dribbling tool and cleaning it while his lips and eyes smiled sexily up at the panting man. "Fucking hell son. You are something else." The captain said. "Aw shucks sir, it was nothing. My pleasure really." The boy giggled before turning his eye to the other member of the cockpit. Still holding the liquid in his cupped hand, the boy rose and stepped to the copilots chair. He reached out and clasped the cum filled hand around the mans cock, slicking it up with his colleagues slime and causing him to groan. David turned to the side to display his pert arse as he looked at the copilot. "So you like what you see. Do you wanna fuck me too." He took two of his fingers and shoved them in and out of his still open cunt. "Woah feels good, but I bet you would feel better." The man wrapped his fist around the base of his cock and pointing it upwards he sat back in the chair and grinned at the presidents son. David laughed and putting his feet on either side the the chair, he climbed up and quickly lowered himself down upon the man below. His tight hairless cunt lips rolling out obscenely as he went, though the only one to see that was the now spent captain who had tucked himself away and resumed his usual seat in the captains chair. David clasped his lips onto the man he was fucking and sucked his tongue into his mouth as he began to ride in earnest. The boy worked his inner muscles, tightening and spasming around the man and aimed for not only his release but that of his lover. Thrust after thrust, the boy took with moans and gasps until he felt the man cum inside him and the overwhelming feelings caused his own climax to arrive. The pair sat panting for a short time before David leaned back away from the man exposing the large seeping stain on his crisp white shirt. As he rose slowly from the deflating cock a glob of white cum fell from his puffy hole to land on the man's navy trousers. "Oops, my bad." The boy giggled leaning down to run his tongue through the mess, slurping as much as he could into his mouth. Just then a knock sounded on the cockpit door and an insistent light from the intercom was brought to their attention. Looking at the video screen showing the other side of the door, the occupants could see an angry looking man with dark rimmed glasses demanding attention. "Oh fuck, look at him." David said with disgust. "My father's lap dog sent to find me I bet." He leant down and picked up his missing items of clothing, beginning to slip them on even as he moved toward the door. Turning to the men he smiled. "It's been fun gents. I believe we have another flight in a few hours so maybe you two should rest up after we land." Once the teen was dressed they released the cockpit door and the lad slipped out into the waiting arms of the presidential aide who began berating him from the moment he was seen. Inside the cockpit the two men looked at each other with blank expressions. "Did that really just happen." The captain said. "Yup, it really did. Dirty job, but someone has to do it." The copilot responded his face breaking into a grin. "Well it is lucky for you that we have to pack an extra uniform on this bird. You had best go change while I start the landing checklist. Wish I could open the window, it smells like a Bombay brothel in here" The captain turned to his instruments muttering under his breath. "Damn but that boy has an A grade cunt." The copilot could only agree as he began removing his stained pants. Twenty minutes later the plane touched down at the military base and the side door opened as the steps where quickly wheeled into place. Appearing at the top of the stairs was a smiling President and his handsome son who both waved at the crowds and quickly entered the waiting limos. The beasts roared to life and sped away leaving the plane behind them. In the second Limo David looked sullenly out the window at the myriad faces that swept by. Suddenly a voice inside his mind spoke to him clearly. "Who's a naughty boy then." Hey all. Thanks again for all the encouragement. I am so thankful to those of you took the time to write and encourage me, it means a lot. Embolisha@protonmail.com. Please remember to put a capital letter E at the start of Embolisha. Stay safe. Em. If you can please donate to nifty, your support helps.