Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2023 05:31:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: boy cute <boy18cute@yahoo.com>
Subject: Benny the Matchmaker 10

"Benny the Matchmaker " Chapter 10

By Dylan

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"Benny the Matchmaker" was inspired by my good old friend Castleton during
a chat we had. He told me to write a short and simple story and suggested
to use my last encounter with a nice stranger as I was walking my dog in
the park.

For some time now I work together with my friend Andy, who tirelessly reads
and edits my stories to make them as good as possible.

This chapter I dedicate to you, Andy, as a huge 'Thank You my Friend!'

Greets, Dylan


Benny the Matchmaker -10-

Dylan looked at the huge beast with wide eyes. The black and silver
helicopter was so big it looked out of place on the helipad that was
normally used for the small helicopters that did tourist flights and
shuttle services.

Ian took the nervous boy's hand and led him over to meet Captain Abdullah,
the man who was actually the King's chief pilot, the only one who piloted
each and every plane or helicopter the King or his family ever used in
person.

As Ian had greeted the pilot like the old friend he actually was, Dylan
slowly started to come out of his nervousness, and with wonder in his eyes
started to ask all kinds of questions about the Sikorsky.

Yes, he heard, it was equipped with all the most refined counter strike
defense equipment, and yes , it was still the old Sikorsky VH-3D Seaking
and not the newer type VH 92 A, that was supposed to follow the
Seaking. Equipped with a twin turbo-shaft power-plant made by General
Electric it was powerful and reliable enough to be used for the most
important purposes.

Captain Abdullah quickly understood that Dylan was more than just
interested, and he even spilled the beans about the special gas-turbines
with a much higher power, the extra reinforcement using
carbon-fiber-plating, and the defensive weaponry, such as countermeasure
munition and decoy flares.

Captain Abdullah smiled like a dotting uncle presenting his new car to his
favorite nephew, and Ian followed the two enthusiasts' conversation as they
were walking around the huge helicopter, watching Dylan in wonder. The boy
was soo well informed about the avionics and the specs that he could not
hold back and asked:

" Wow I had no idea.. how come you know that much stuff about the
helicopter?"

Captain Abdullah turned to Dr. Austin and just grinned:

"I bet he flies it all the time on the X-Box Flight Sim, Helicopters have
been on it since February."

He turned to Dylan: "Isn't that right my friend?", grinning and high fiving
Dylan in agreement.

Then he surprised Dylan : "What do you think? Wanna be my Right?"

Ian realized Abdullah had offered Dylan to be his Copilot. He watched the
boy closely to see his reaction, and Dylan went pale, swallowed hard,
closed his eyes to think about his reaction and then beamed:

" Sure, that'd be awesome Sir!" Abdullah said something in Arabic, and his
actual Copilot smiled and nodded, opening the door to the spacious and
luxurious cabin for Dr. Austin, handing him a Bose noise canceling headset,
and offering him a glass of champagne.

He smiled conspiratorially as he said:

" The Captain most certainly won't take the direct route, not even
close. Usually we take the route right by the coastline over open water,
which is around 100 miles roughly, but I guess today he will test Dylan's
X-Box flight abilities like he usually does with Prince Omar, and we take
...uhm .. lets say the scenic route."

Dr. Austin took a long sip of his champagne, more of a nice big slug, and
handed the almost empty glass back to Captain Ahsan, who was just a few
month junior to the chief pilot and also a well qualified and highly
trusted member of the Air-force of the Kingdom.

The surgeon had not met the young pilot before, but he had already read the
nameplate on his uniform and realized the name was perfectly fitting for
the well built man. Ian had learned enough Arabic to know that Captain
Abdullah was named after Muhammed's father, but Ashan had a more trivial
but in this case highly fitting meaning:

Ashan meant "The most beautiful one" , and in his case this was the
understatement of the century.

The big eyes of the young man, looking at Dr. Austin while he poured the
surgeon more champagne, winked promisingly, and Ian felt his cock harden
. He quickly had to look away and out of the window, just as the headset
came to life:

"We are starting the engines!" Dylan announced in a voice brimming with
excitement and awe.

Ian heard the Captain talking to flight control, the New York Air Route
Traffic Control Center, ZNY, and soon the howling of the turbines started
to get louder, higher pitched, almost shrieking in a piercing sound as the
heavy and powerful helicopter lifted off in a most unusual way.

It almost leapt into the air, pushing Ian deep into his seat, while Ashan
chuckled and said something in Arabic into the headset. The sound Ian now
heard was crystal clear, and even though he did not understand the colorful
metaphor, he did an educated guess.

" Showoff? You call me a showoff? " The goodhearted response came from
Captain Abdullah, followed by a short comment that made Captain Ashan's
dark brown eyes shoot open in surprise:

" Dylan did the liftoff!"

The flight was more or less uneventful, and maybe only 200 miles longer
than originally planned. Captain Abdullah gave Dylan a nice long teaching
lesson, flying out over the ocean several miles before turning north to fly
over Nantucket. All in all this little detour meant the trip was three
times longer than planned, but on the other hand was way more fun.

Ashan and Ian had time to talk, since the two pilots were much too busy to
pay attention to the 'passengers'. Dylan even did the touchdown, Ian
learned from Ashan who did a live commentary of the actions, evidently
impressed by the young pilot's achievements.

Ian had taken the helicopter shuttle to the King's impressive Hamptons
estate before, but to Dylan the view was more than breathtaking. The huge
mansion , surrounded by the guest-villas and the several buildings for the
personnel and the security was so astonishing to Dylan that he needed all
of his concentration to follow what Captain Abdullah told him to finish the
routines after the flight.

Even though the excited boy did not realize that the Captain never fully
let the controls go, Dylan had done the landing with just a little
assistance, doing an almost perfect job.

The staff speedily unloaded the luggage, and a black Mercedes G-Wagon
without license plates was waiting for Dylan and Ian to be used to commute
inside the perimeters of the huge estate.

Ian had seen this all before, but to have a car dedicated just to drive
form A to B inside a fenced in private estate was again almost too much for
the flustered boy to comprehend. Dr. Ian Austin, now in his full physician
persona, put his foot down and reined the boy in:

" Let's get inside, Face time your Mom , check on Benny , and then lets
take a short break, OK?"  He had seen the signs. Dylan was not fully
recovered yet, and the thrilling ride in the huge helicopter had been a
bigger task than the boy had realized.

Not much later, after the Face time call, the man and the boy were in bed
for a quick nap, and even though they had undressed each other lovingly,
Dylan had simply been too tired for much action.  They spent an hour in a
tight embrace, Ian spooning the smaller and younger man from behind.

They were both in a deep sleep, exhausted from the events that had passed
by, as Dylan slowly opened his eyes,woken by hearing a low moaning. He
snuggled into his lover's arms and relaxed his muscles, as Ian, in the
midst of a very exciting dream, pushed his dick right into Dylan's hungry
ass.

Ian at first did not really realize that his dream had turned into reality,
but soon his motions became quicker and the grunts and moans became
louder. The boy of his dream turned into the boy in his arms as he woke up,
and soon he fucked Dylan's tight ass hard, much harder and hungrier than
ever before.

His pent up emotions broke free, the build up of tension needed to be
released. He had realized earlier that the young Air-Force Captain Ashan
had been tempting. Ian realized that the young sexy pilot was open for an
adventure, and the long detour they had taken was nearly enough to push the
pilot down to his knees and make him engulf his dick.

Ian closed his eyes in shame, but hammered his dick into Dylan even
harder. He was in heat, wanted to cum, wanted to claim the ass of the boy,
wanted to mark Dylan as his own territory.

He felt the boy fuck back enthusiastically, realizing Dylan was a true
power bottom, loving to be fucked. What had started with a hardon after a
relaxing sleep had turned into a heated frenzy of animalistic sex, and Ian
could not stop, even as Dylan grunted in lust and shot his own load, a week
long pent up load of ball juice of a boy who was used to cum several times
each day .

Dr. Austin, being older and very well versed in the art of lovemaking, had
to close his eyes and breath deep to control his own body. He wanted to
change the position, wanted to see Dylan's face while fucking him, and
since he knew the young man had more than enough stamina for another load,
he wanted to see his lovers hard cock shoot again.

Ian pulled his dick out of Dylan's ass, prompting a low whimper, just to
turn the boy on his back and lift his legs. Dylan groaned as Ian's cock
slid into his ass, opening the tight tunnel up again. Ian knew he would
shoot pretty soon, and as he started to move quicker and he leaned over to
kiss his lover, his juices began to boil.

" UUURGHHMM BABY! I'M CUMMINGGGG!" was all he could grunt out as he
unleashed the beast and shot a fat load deep into Dylan's bowels.

Panting and grunting, feeling Dylan milk his dick with his anal muscles, he
wondered how much experience his innocently looking young friend actually
had. The fleeting thought was swept away by a tidal wave of emotions as
Dylan came as well, the second time in only minutes.

Dylan's fat cock erupted in a geyser of cum, producing even more than
before, pooling in his navel, covering his tight abs, shooting up over his
hard pecs and even hitting his face. The boy did not think as he grabbed
his lover's head and pulled him in, kissed him deep and long before he made
Ian lick up his hot semen, taste the sweet and salty cum shot, eating his
hot load.  The men held onto each other panting, before Ian found words:

"Oh Baby, that was incredible!" He kissed Dylan's body some more, licking
up more cum, teasing and tasting the soft skin, the big dick, the still
heavy nuts, the hard nipples. Dylan squirmed and grunted and wanted more,
as Ian checked his watch :

"We better get up and take a shower, Baby boy, since there is a nice dinner
waiting for us!"

Ian did not tell Dylan that he had planned a nice romantic evening,
starting with a ride in a chauffeured Rolls-Royce Convertible, drinking
Champagne on the beach while the sun set over the sea, and then having a
world famous chef prepare the best french dinner anyone could dream of for
them.

Everything had been planned and ordered and Ian was giddy with excitement
as they had taken their shower together and now stood in a huge walk in
closet full of a wardrobe that had been delivered earlier.

Dylan asked: " Wow , why is there a closet full of stuff in a guest house?
Who lives here actually?"

Ian chuckled : " It's all yours, Dear.... or actually, ours." He did not
hesitate to grab a hanger with a white shirt, clearly tailored, made of
Egyptian cotton as he told Dylan.

" Here, feel it!" he told his inexperienced friend: "This is the best
cotton you can buy, light and cool, and .." he paused while he made his
naked lover slip into the shirt..." perfectly cut to show off your hot
body!"

Dylan giggled since he wasn't wearing undies yet, just a white towel,
matching the white shirt. He turned playfully, like he was wearing a short
sort of burnoose, giggling madly as he dropped the towel and showed his
round muscular ass and already hard dick.

" Dear, not fair!" Ian complained as he checked the clock. " We need to get
going!"

" OK, MOM!" a playful but slightly annoyed Dylan answered. He was not much
into fancy restaurants, and earlier, in bed, had even suggested having a
burger or something with the personnel, but Ian had pointed out that well-
trained gardeners, maids or butlers would never socialize with the master's
or their master's guest's.

Ian had realized the change in the mood of the boy he loved. Dylan after
all was a plumber in his "real life" , working for his money, and used to
being treated like Ian wanted him to treat the personnel.

Ian , as a specialist in his field, as a world famous brain surgeon, was
treated with respect. The rich and famous invited him for the weekend,
treated him like royalty, while Dylan felt like the typical worker who
needed to use the servant's entrance.  Even though the master's desperately
needed his expertise to repair something they could no live without, he
usually stayed invisible to them.

Ian felt Dylan's depression and tried his best to stop his lovers change of
mood. They had fun choosing the right outfit, and while Dylan wore a tan
pair of trousers, made of a heavier grade of the same Egyptian cotton as
his shirt, the doctor decided to wear a summer suit, light tan , with a
yellow shirt and and light loafers, naturally without socks.

Dylan wore Gucci GG flip-flops perfectly matching his sexy outfit, and Ian
wisely did not point out that those sandals alone cost 800 Dollar , his
shirt and trousers maybe another 1500, while the Rolex Oyster Perpetual
Datejust Stainless Steel he had given Dylan was worth around 6000.- bucks.

Ian saw his lover, his beloved, his soulmate, while someone else maybe saw
a kept boy outfitted like a priced possession by his proud sugar daddy.

Neither of the two lovers realized the problems that might be provoked by
this unintended display of wealth as Ian had lead Dylan out of the door and
into an open Rolls-Royce Phantom Drophead Coupe, the convertible version of
the majestic British iconic car.

The chauffeur knew exactly where they were going, and he did the slow speed
of 20 miles an hour as he took a scenic route, a road overlooking the
beach. Only 5 minutes later drew up, in front of a fancy restaurant right
by the beach. While Dylan still hoped for a barbecue with his toes in the
sand, Ian lead him to the front door and gave the waiter his name.

The man greeted the famous surgeon by his full title and name, addressing
him with respect, but appraising Dylan like a piece of meat, like a sexy
hustler, rented for the night by a john that intended to use him at will
after a nice dinner.

" Ian, please..." Dylan started to whisper. Ian turned , took his hand, and
lead him through the restaurant. Dylan realized that many people wore
summer beach wear, all looking expensive, but casual as well. It was not
his outfit that was out of place, he thought, it was himself.

" Ian , please.... that waiter looked at me as if i was scum! He doesn't
like me!"

Ian looked Dylan deep into his eyes: " Baby-boy, remember the night we
watched 'Pretty Woman' ?"

He paused for a second before he reminded Dylan of the scenes with the
concierge, with the saleswomen, or with the staff-member of the hotel.
Julia Roberts had felt the same as he felt now, but she overcame the hard
feelings and succeeded in the end.

Dylan was not fully convinced as the waiter returned with a menu, leather
bound and printed on thick expensive paper, and written ...  ALL in French!