The Pilot’s twink

[GyroLover]

this is a slow build but maybe it will be enjoyable  as it progressss.   My first story   

 

 

I just had my one year anniversary of retirement and my 6 month anniversary of divorce.  You see  my wife had been cheating on me while I worked for 25 years to build us a life.   I thought she was happy but I guess I was too distracted.  My kids didn’t even know.   My wife was a few years older than me so I just thought it was menopause or whatever.   My kids were just as shocked as I was that this would happen.  I will say though that they have really supported me during all of this.  I provided for the family and ensured that everyone had opportunities to excel.  I didn’t give it all to them and in think that’s what they now appreciate the most.  They appreciated having had chores, responsibilities, having to pay their own way to college, having skin in the game.  These young people who get it all and are never satisfied really are a drag on society and will be forever. I didn’t want my children to end up like that.  When the divorce was finalized my ex wife didn’t get all that she wanted.  The judge saw through all the bullshit and even said “ this man gave you everything you wanted, a home, a family, no need to work while you were raising the children and you betrayed the vows.  You will only get 2000 per month, I hope your new spouse can pick up the slack”.  She was floored, I was relieved. Though I really dislike writing that check every month it could have been worse.  I suppose it helped that I’m in the security and IT industry and had ample evidence.  Once I suspected something was up I didn’t lead on I just tightened my surveillance and built the case.   About three months after the divorce a large competitor approached me to buy my humble consulting firm. Let’s just say that I never have to work again and can travel the world or focus on the philanthropic missions that I choose.  Bitch was pissed when she found out she missed out on that lottery.   

 

One of the first things I did after selling was buy a light twin airplane.  A Beechcraft Baron, a 1978 model B55.  It was a typical 70s era plane in awful pain scheme and even worse interior.  I had a Beech specialty shop do a complete refurbishment to include new engines, interior, paint, state of the art Avionics.  You couldn’t buy a new plane better than this one.    I’ve been flying it and have 200 hours as pilot in command of this airplane and it’s been wonderful.   My goal is to travel to all the places on the west coast I never got to visit.  Someone famous once said “give me a mile of road and I’ll show you a mile of countryside,  a mile of runway and I’ll show you the world”.   That definitely applies.   So to keep from being lonely I just fly places and live out of a suitcase. I stay were I want for as long as I want and that’s it.  Now here’s the story that you are probably getting impatient to read. 

 

Last week I was in Boston visiting one of my children.  Spent a week there with my new grandchild.  It was time to go so I decided I’ve not been to Knoxville Tennessee in many years.  Let’s go there and spend a day there before deciding where to go next.  I took off out of a small airport outside of Boston headed to Knoxville.  I land at the Knoxville downtown island airport which parallels a river near university of Tennessee.  I rent a car and head to get some dinner and a hotel.  I decided I was hungry, so stopped for dinner and a drink.  As I finished my meal I could see a commotion across the way at another table.  A skinny young man with a camerabag, a few tattoos, and a purple streak in his hair was arguing with the waitress.  It appeared that his card was declined.   It couldn’t have been much because I could see he only had a water and a small salad but it was still an issue.  My waiter was bringing my check and I asked what was happening over there.  I was right. His card was declined.  I told mine that I would take care of his check.  

 

As I was leaving not thinking a thing about it further the young man comes up by my car and thanks me for taking care of his tab.  It was no problem I was happy to do it.  I knew that I would get the blessing later in life.  I just didn’t know how soon that would be or what. 

 

He explained that he had just been expelled from UT because his father decides he wouldn’t pay for his college anymore, or anything else for that matter.  He had been basically disowned.  I asked why and he said that his father found out he was gay.   How old are you I asked.   I’m 22 he said.  I have a son that is exactly your age I told him.  So do you have a job or a place to stay?  No, I’m homeless as of 2 hours ago.  I lived in an apartment my family got for me but that’s gone too.   I have no money and I don’t know what to do.  I’m going to sell my camera and lenses he said so I can find a place and look for a job.   I was once a photographer myself I told him.  What kind of camera do you use.  Leica he said.  Now that’s a real high end enthusiast brand so this boy comes from an affluent family it seems.  I mentioned that he should be able to get good money for it.  I asked what he planned to do for a job.  He didn’t know but he fancied himself as an urban photographer and journalist but that doesn’t pay much and he didn’t appear to have the muscles for manual labor.  He even said as much stating “I’m just a twink and will probably just have to suck dick to make ends meet.”  I didn’t know what a twink was, but didn’t say anything.   

 

I told him I was just visiting town and was very tired.  I said I would be happy to get him a hotel room so he had a place to stay.  He agreed and he got into my car.   On the way to the Hilton he thanked me said he couldn’t repay me, yet at least.  I said don’t worry about it.  Checking in I asked him how long he needed the room.  He shrugged like he hadn’t thought about that.  Our rooms were next to each other and I said good night.  I mentioned that I was having breakfast downstairs at 8am and if he wanted to join that would be fine. 

 

About midnight I woke up and couldn’t sleep. I guess I was just thinking about this young man, Peter was his name.  I got up and was going to go to the hotel gym.  As I left my room I noticed that Peter’s door was slightly cracked.  I don’t know why but I pushed it open a little further and I saw Peter on all fours with his ass up in the air and a blindfold on.  I was startled and aghast I just kept walking and went to the gym.  I worked out about 40 minutes and headed back up and the door was still cracked.  I looked again and Peter was getting his ass eaten by some other young fella.   “Well he did say he was gay” I thought to myself.  I went to my room.   I got back in bed but I was still thinking about what I saw.  I get it out of my mind.  My dick even twitched a little and a few minutes later I could hear what was going on next door and that got me hard.  So hard in fact I jerked off.  I didn’t know why I was feeling this way.  If never had these thoughts before.  What’s the matter with me?  

 

The next morning I went to the breakfast room and there was Peter.  “I saved a spot for you he said”.  Thank you I replied.   This is going to be awkward I thought to myself.  I ate my breakfast and we chatted.   He asked what my plans were and I said.  I think I’m going to go to Utah to the Zion national park and take in the sights.  His eyes perked up and said that he had been there when he was young and loved it.  A beautiful place he said.  Before I could think I said.  “So you want to go with me?”  “YES!!  But I have no money, as you already know”.   “Don’t worry about it, we will work something out”.  He gave me a little grin.  

 

I’m ready to go I said.  When can you be ready, I asked     I need 30 minutes to shower and change if that’s okay?    I said be ready in the lobby in 45 min and we will leave.   “That’s going to be a long drive Mark.  “No not really I said as he looked at me with puzzlement.”   45 min.  I don’t like people being late.  

 

It was getting warmer and Peter made it to the lobby with his camera bag and duffle.  He was wearing a tshirt that said #BBBH and some really short shorts with flip flops.  I had no clue what that meant and we got in the car.   I’m happy to help drive he said.   We won’t be driving much I told him.  We are gonna fly.   “Sir, that’s a lot of money and I just don’t feel right about you paying my way”.  I’m headed there anyway, might as well have some company.   “What airline are we flying mark”.  I looked at him and said jokingly “MarkAir”.  “Never heard of it he said.   

 

We pulled into the parking lot of the downtown island airport.  Peter bent over into the back seat and I could see he was wearing a blue thong as he grabbed his things.   “Wait, you are a pilot?”  “Yep we are gonna take my plane west.  we will stop in St Louis Missouri for fuel and get a bite to eat and decide if we want to go further today.  “Sounds great to me he said, I’ve never even been on a small plane before”.  I asked “have you ever seen a grown man naked”  he paused.  “I guess you’ve never seen the movie airplane, never mind it was a poor choice of joke”.  “Well mark, I’m kinda fond of naked men, that’s why I’m in this mess”.  I stammered “I  didn’t mean anything by what I said, I was just quoting a movie”.  “ uh huh, I saw you looking at my thong mark”.  I blushed and we walked through the gate to the plane.  

 

"Put your gear in the back while i go pay the fuel bill"  "Yes sir, can i keep my camera close?"   "sure, that's no problem" i told him.

I pay the bill and head back out to the airplane.   Peter is taking a selfie by the prop in a sexy model type pose.   "What are you doing Mark?  This young man is gonna get you in trouble, you know it"   but i was already mesmerized by him.  He was really nice, seemed to be pretty smart but dumb as a hammer in regards to walking around sense.  But, then again, I knew nothing really about this boy so who's the dumb one?  

 

"I'm so excited he yells out to me as i get close"   I smile and said me too, now lets get going west.   Since he's never been in a small plane before I normally let my passengers know everything that is going on so they can be at ease.  He helps me to do the preflight and go throught the checklist.   Once that is done we get in and buckle up.   The baron kinda has a bench seat up front, so its cozy.   "Can I sit by you?" he asks.   "Fine by me, but the back is more comfortable if you want to stretch out"   "No, i want to be near you daddy, I mean Mark"   I look over at him and pretend i didn't hear that as I lean over him and pull the door to and lock it.  

 

His eyes were very wide as he looked over his little round sunglasses as we began our take off roll to the west.   The nose comes up and then the main wheels leave the ground, we were flying.   "Positive rate, speed increasing, blue line, gear up"  i say out to myself i as i reach over to the gear handle and actuate it.  "Knoxville approach, Baron tripple 6 romeo just off downtown, we would like to pick up our IFR to sierra tango lima, St. Louis"  "666Romeo good morning, squawk 4137 ident"   I repeat what the controller says confirming a squawk code of 4137.   "tripple 6 romeo radar contact just off downtown, climb and maintain seven thousand, expect higher in one zero minutes, altimeter 30 decimal 12."   "climb and maintain 7000, 30.12,  tripple 6 romeo"  I reply.   Peter is intently listening on his headset and grinning from ear to ear with excitement.   I'm pretty excited too but i'm trying to maintain some professionalism as I have a passenger.  But I can't help but look at his beautiful legs and feet as now he's kicked off his flip flops and is sitting next to me with his legs crossed watching my every move, every adjustment of throttles.  His eyes are all over me and it starts to happen.  I'm getting an erection.  I try to hide it by casually setting my chart in my lap to cover the tent growing in my slacks.   He looks me in the eye and smiles.  I'm busted.  A little while later the controller tells us we are cleared to 11,000 feet direct to STL.   I put the autopilot on and relax a little.   Peter is enjoying the ride and I tell him, "now we just sit back and relax"  " are you gay mark?"  i wasn't expecting this at all to come over my headset.  "uh, um, no i'm not peter uh,"  "okay, just checking.  Did you hear anything last night?  Did I keep you up?"   "well, peter, i uh, saw, uh hmm,  yes I heard you son"   I just called him son!  "what are you doing?" I ask myself.   "Good, I had hoped you would" he says.  "Actually, I got up and I noticed your door was ajar and i saw you on your hands and knees"   "Good, i'm glad you saw that because you are going to get that ass tonight daddy"  He leans over and lays a full on tongue kiss on my lips and my heart skips a beat, but for some reason I let it happen and I actually enjoyed it.  He reaches down and feels my hard dick and licks his lips.   "I would blow you right here but, i'm gonna take a little nap and let you process all of this....daddy"   I was speachless.

 

about 2 and a half hours pass and we are getting closer to missouri.  Peter's been asleep since he teased me and i've been checking in with the various controllers.  We've been stepped down in altitude to sequence us in for a landing and we are now at 5000 feet.  There is a low pressure system here and its cloudy and overcast.  You cannot see the ground.  We are in a layer of clouds and i'm entirely on instruments.  Its like being in a lightbulb.  The windows just look like frosted glass.   "baron tripple 6 romeo, turn left heading 210."  "Left turn 210 tripple 6 romeo"  as soon as I unkeyed the microphone a loud bang and the airplane shakes violently.  Then again, and now the pilot side windscreen is broken and there is wind rushing in and blood everywhere.   Peter is startled awake and is panicing.   I've got my hands full as the abrupt change in attitude has disconnected the autopilot so i'm hand flying with one eye covered in blood, wind rushing into the cabin, and we are still in the clouds so its wet.  I reach over to calm peter down.  I get my headset back on that was knocked off my head in the commotion.  i start telling peter to calm down its okay,  he's crying and shaking.  "you are bleeding mark!"  I tell him "yes i know, but i'm okay."  "What happened"   "I don't know son but we have got to get out of the clouds and land."  "mayday mayday 666Romeo needs to decend immediatly.  Declaring an emergency"   The previously quite radio and boring job the controller has had up until now has just gotten interesting.   "tripple 6 romeo roger, just let me know what you need.  descend at pilots discretion"   "tripple 6 romeo, pilots descretion" was my only reply.   a few seconds later the controller comes back on and asks me to specify the issue.   By this time i've figured out what has happened.   "99 romeo, bird strike.  We've apparently hit a flock of sandhill cranes"  there was the remains of one of those birds all over my fucking airplane.  "the pilot windscreen is busted and we have a pretty good vibration but controls are free and correct at this time.  we need to land immediately, request vectors to nearest airport"  "roger tripple 6 romeo, the cloud bases turn to broken at 4000 then few at 2500 in your sector, nearest airport is 15 miles off your left wing, turn left 180, i'll get you the unicom frequency and get you vectors for the ILS"   " I need a VFR field i'm injured and with this wind in my face its pretty difficult here."   "mark, let me help" peter says.   "okay son, look for the button on this big screen that says NRST, that's the nearest airport button, and see if you can find something to wipe this blodd from my face"  Peter strips off his shirt and pats my face with it trying to help.   "666Romeo, state fuel remaining and souls onboard" the controller asks.   I think to myself, souls onboard.  I've never been asked that before and its an errie question to hear.   "2 hours fule, and 2 souls, 666Romeo."  "are we going to make it" peter asks.  "well, i'm not giving up yet son" i reply to him. 

 

the vibration is getting worse and worse.  my face is now clear of blood and only a few scratches are present on me and they aren't too bad.  i can see everything now and have the airport dialed into my gps and the approach plate pulled up on the second screen.  I'm talking to myself briefing the approach.   Peter is cold, he's used his shirt to wipe my face and i can tell his nipples are hard.  Without thinking i reach over and flick one of them and smile, like this is a routine day at the office.  I don't know but it seemed to calm him just a little.   By now we have broken out of the clouds and i'm feeling better about the situation but i notice that the cylinder head temps on the left engine are rising slowly and we still have this vibration.   I thought to myself, maybe we hit more than one, maybe the engine nacelle is clogged up with bird.  The right engine is fine, normal temps.  "99 romeo airport 12 o'clock 9 miles.  Airport is untowered, 6000ft long, elevation 789,  altimemter is 29.10.  I read back the info and no sooner than i said that we have a severe yaw to the left, the RPM's go high and the plane is now violently shaking.   The engine is still making power so I'll take it.  I've trained for engine failures but I'd rather not shut it down if I don't have to.   But it doens't feel good at all.  I decide to feather the engine and shut it down.  We are 7 miles out.   Peter is now holding onto me, he's shaking more than the airplane.  With the engine stopped i see the problem.  With that last jolt we lost a blade off the three bladed prop.  "runway in sight, tripple 6 romeo."  The controller comes back, "roger 666Romeo, we have advised the onfield contacts of  your arrival and emergency, they have local fire standing by. Good Luck sir, let us know by phone or radio when you are on the ground"   "Thanks for your help boss, tripple 6 romeo"

 

"alright peter, we have one engine, and one chance to get this right.  I'm going to wait till the last moment to put the gear down. I don't want to make to many changes of configuration since we are stable.   3 miles to go, gear down, flaps set.  we are crabbed into the wind 1 mile to go"   You can see the firetrucks and police cars staged at midfield, peter has his hands over his eyes.  without looking to him i just calmly say over the headset, its going to be alright son, daddy will take care of you."  a minute later the screeching of our wheels touching down and peter looks up.   I've now had to shutdown the right engine and we are just rolling under momentum as we are then followed by the trucks and roll to a stop.  Peter jumps into my arms and gives me the biggest hug of my life.   I hold him for a minute just to compose myself.   "you did it sir, you saved my life"   "hey, if you hadn't gotten on this airplane you wouldn't have had to go through this ordeal"  "I've never felt so alive mark.  I'm going to make you a happy man tonight.  After this, i'm going to introduce you to things you've never even imagined."  "by now we have arrived in a small country town with a country airport and this obviously gay boy is in my lap as the fire cheif looks in and says "welcome to Gardendale, looks like you boys had a rough go of it."   all i could muster up to reply was "Its been a challenge"  

 

To be continued 

[Docebrown]

Great start to this story. Looking forwaard to the next part

[FTLBBversbttm]

Excellent start!  Sounds like an old dog is going to learn some new “tricks”!