Chapter 38. Getting settled into my new home.
Dan called me to let me know the builder broke ground on his house today, then he texted me some pictures. Their first task was (site prep) to build-up the ground for a level work area. Step-2 was to run four strings to represent the outside walls, and then someone measured and spray painted lines for the underground stuff (sewer, water, electrical). After confirmation the backhoe came in and dug those trenches. All the underground pipes were in one small area to lower cost and improve long term performance. Two guys cut and glued the sewer and water lines together rather quickly.
While two men worked on plumbing while two more used the tractor with the big steel auger on back to drill 14 deep holes in the ground. The next day they dropped these huge 6x6 treated posts into the holes and aligned them first for the four corners of the building. The corner posts were the most important ones and it took some math to make sure they were in the correct spots, and then they were propped in place with four bracing boards each. After the corners were placed correctly they placed the rest of the 6x6 boards that supported the weight of the roof and got them supported in place.
That afternoon a cement truck arrived and filled each hole while they carefully checked that each one was perfectly vertical and in perfect alignment with the rest of the wall. On the end of that day the plumbing was in place for under the floor and the conduit to run the electrical cables that fed the breaker panel was also in place. All those pipes were taped shut to keep sand and rocks out.
The next day they joined the 6x6 posts at the top with 2x12 boards around the top and 2x8 boards around the bottom. The next day the truss company delivered the trusses with a small crane directly onto the 2x12s. As soon as the trusses were in place they put on the sheet steel roof. And in less than a week the wall frames and the sloping steel roof were finished!
Most building's roofs have a peak running across the middle, Dan wanted his at one side so he could collect rain water at one spot. After the roof was done a crew re-leveled the ground inside and carefully adjusted placement and elevation of the underground plumbing. Once that was done they placed one inch Styrofoam panels on the ground and placed a network on one inch CPVC pipes for a future slab solar heat system. Above those they placed steel reinforcing grids to prevent cracking. Once all the stuff under the floor was done the concrete truck arrived and poured the 6" thick concrete floor. It was leveled in one day. After pouring they had to let it sit for the weekend to cure. One of the concrete guys came back the next day and polished the floor with this big machine that looked like a giant floor buffer. That weekend while the floor was off limits someone else came over and sprayed the fresh slab with a clear glossy sealant to it felt as smooth as linoleum to bare feet and was shiny and looked nice.
Next, during week three they framed the six inch thick exterior walls and installed window and door frames. The walls are insulated by five inch Styrofoam panels. The electrician came and wired the exterior walls and placed the main breaker panel. Later that week a truck delivered a big stack of boards, drywall, insulation, and electrical stuff. They quickly built the ceiling, then the inside walls. An electrician followed closely behind running wires and mounting electrical boxes according to the blueprint.
After the walls were roughed-in the drywall crew took 12 hours to do all the inside walls and the first coat of tape and plaster over the joints. Another crew installed the eight windows and masked them off. The next day the ceilings were finished and light fixtures installed. The power was turned on for the first time so now all the outlets were active. Two people installed the four light tubes that worked like skylights, after they left the insulation people arrived and blew in a foot of insulation above the ceiling and installed the attic door. The plaster people finished the walls and left. Then the painters arrived early in the morning and sprayed the entire inside with a primer coat, and then they left. The next day they painted the interior while the cabinet guys installed all the cabinets in the entire house.
That weekend the interior doors were installed the flooring guy came in and covered the entire house (but not the bathroom) with linoleum flooring. On Monday and Tuesday of week four the plumbers installed the water heater, the sinks, toilet, shower fixtures, the utility sink, and connected it to the 1000 gallon tank system and the septic system. They commented that in all the years since they started the business Dan was the only customer who owned his own backhoe.
Also during the fourth week the tile guy came and did his part of the kitchen and the bathroom, he finished the shower stall and behind the kitchen and bathroom sinks, he did all that in two days, the shower took the most time because he had a lot of tiles to cut with his power saw he set-up outside. They used a substance that looked like mortar to shape the shower floor, to give it the proper angle to the water all went down the drain.
While the tile guy was busy Dan installed curtain rods and put window tinting film on the south window and they turned on the central AC for the first time. That day he also was able to use the utility sink and the toilet but not the shower, kitchen sink, or RO water system. He said the house still smelled like drying paint and concrete. The first thing he noticed was how quiet the house was inside because of the Styrofoam insulation.
The tile guy came back on Thursday and inspected his work and cleared Dan to run all the water anywhere, use the shower, the kitchen sink. As far as they could see the house was finished. That was when Dan started to move out of the bus and put a For Sale sign under the windshield wiper. That day the appliance store truck delivered (and installed) his RO water system, the new refrigerator, and the stacked washer-dryer.
He walked back and forth carrying arm loads of bags and boxes, it took hours to carry everything, and most of that was done after a ten hour day refueling airplanes out in the blazing sun.
By coincidence the day after his house was finished the builder for the barn started work on the rental hangar. The site prep work was already finished so they started by drilling the holes for all the support poles (treated 4x4). And in three days the walls were framed and the roof was finished. They covered the outside with steel siding that matched the roof and they put in one door and two windows. Dan added a powered vent in the wall below the peak of the roof to remove smoke and fumes. It was a huge 2 foot diameter 220v fan on a wall switch. Dan also mounted a mercury vapor lamp identical to the one he put in the German hangar in the center of the rental hanger so people had light the day they moved in. It took a week to erect the pole building and the last thing they did was to pour the concrete floor then let it sit untouched for the weekend. They left the barn floor rough for safety reasons.
The next week they installed electrical service and four outlets, a crew installed the enormous garage door on the south wall and the people door in the west wall. At that point the building was mostly done. He notified the doctor in Gibraltar and within 24 hours people started to arrive with tool cabinets, a drill press, grinders, an arc welder, work benches, and they even delivered a small crane in pieces. The next week a shipping container was unloaded about 100 feet from the hangar door, it contained his airplane.
Then a very large plywood crate was delivered near the hangar door, it contained his rebuilt radial engine. Over the next weeks they unloaded the shipping container and assembled the airplane inside the hangar, then came the hard part.
They built the crane and it took two weeks for them to get it working properly, I think it wasn't correctly installed at the factory, but it got fixed and they lifted the big radial engine and hung it in front of the fuselage and slowly moved it into position and got it bolted in place.
The crane was actually rather simple. It was made of squared tubular steel, pre-cut and ready to weld together. They welded it themselves then drilled holes for four heavy duty wheels. The actual lifting power was done with a standard automotive bottle-jack, but it was heavy duty, big enough to jack-up one corner of a semi-tractor. They said the engine crane kit cost about $350 and the crate it came in was super heavy.
The propeller was delivered but not assembled so that had to be done too but first they had to build a stand to hold it, they ended up doing that part outside because they ran out of space inside.
Once the motor was mounted to the fuselage there were a million connections: exhaust, fuel, air, vacuum, coolant, electrical, sensors galore, covers, plates, and it took them two months to put the engine back together after it was mounted in the fuselage. They had one entire wall inside the garage covered with blueprints. They also installed several fluorescent light fixtures on the ceiling and two large fans on the walls too.
The guys who helped him re-assemble his airplane were all club members from London, all very wealthy men, most of them had white hair and served in the RAF as combat pilots.
They also spent weeks replacing all the original control surface cables and connecting the instruments and controls. The control surface wires were super critical and had to be installed perfectly. They cannot fail or snag during flight. During the install several had to be ripped out and re-done because they did not work flawlessly. One of the crew detected a manufacturing problem where the wires were crimped too hard in the braiding machine at the factory and they replaced the wires at no charge.
The doctor was in the barn four days a week for 12-16 hours a day working slowly on that airplane and it took him five months to get it ready to test fire the engine. For that test they had Dan pull it outside with the Bobcat. The engine spun but did not fire so they spent two more days troubleshooting the ignition circuit and found a faulty capacitor on the ignition coil. They only poured in three gallons of fuel and test fired the engine and it actually started but ran very rough so they had a lot of adjusting to do on the spark making circuits and the timing of each cylinder and they re-set some valves and tested again. On the second firing the engine ran at idle like new but still needed some carburetor tweaking.
The doc worked on it for another week trying to get it precisely exact on the timing and valve adjustments. Finally on week #7 he fired the big radial engine again and it ran like brand new, of course it actually was brand new. He let it idle for a while to get up to operating temperature and it smoothed out nicely. It was the loudest thing other than the Citation jet that ever ran at Danport.
This WW2 fighter was rated for a top speed around 320mph! It would be the largest radial engine to ever fly into or out of Danville since WW2. He got on his flight suit and drove it over to the tarmac and parked on the fuel truck pad and shut it down.
We put 200 gallons of fuel in the wing tanks and he decided to stop there. After he paid he started the engine and took the back driveway around and called Samir for clearance. Luckily the airport was quiet at the time. He taxied to the west end and spun around, lined up and pushed the throttle forward and started his roll, about the time he got down by the hangar (about 3100 feet) he lifted off the runway and flew up sharply to 1200 feet ASL and vanished.
Samir got a radio call about twenty minutes later for permission to land, it was the doctor and he sounded super happy. Ten minutes later a group of us stood by the German hangar and watched him carefully enter the pattern and make the U-turn to line up and start the downhill slope to the runway. He landed on the marks and taxied to the German hangar and shut off the fuel system then the ignition circuit and the engine died. We applauded his landing and performance. I knew he would be leaving us soon for the airstrip along the border of Gibraltar.
Like I did, he climbed out, down the wing, and hopped down onto the ground. He turned to the fuselage and held his arms out and hugged his airplane for a rather long time, I think he started crying and didn't want us to see. Everyone there congratulated him and he said he wanted to make a few minor adjustments then he'd refuel and fly back to Gibraltar where he had a place on the military base tarmac to park it near his home.
He worked on that plane for two hours on the ignition timing, then he said it was done but by then it was too late to fly VFR. We let him keep his plane parked outside the German hangar overnight. The next day he took a taxi over and got ready to take off and taxied over to the fuel tanker and re-filled his wing tanks to the top. With a newspaper reporter, videographer from a local TV station and his wife and kids and grandkids he took off from Danville and flew to Gibraltar and tied it down to his spot on the tarmac, he said he can see the tarmac in Gibraltar from his living room window, they lived near the airport so could see the plane. His wife was thrilled the plane was gone from their back yard and all the plane stuff was finally out of the house and garage and she could re-plant her garden in the yard!
Within a week they had the Danport hangar rented out and the next plane arrived, but this one flew in for a total re-build. Using the crane they removed the engine and parked the plane outside and wrapped the fuselage and wings in a heavy canvas cover. They even screwed two anchors into the ground to hold it down during storms. Next came another plane in pieces in a shipping container and the cycle started over again. The building owner had a calendar printed and posted on the wall so everyone could see their dates and how the barn was reserved for the next twenty six months! He will re-coop the cost to build the barn in two years! They told me they could do restoration work in London at their flying club but the costs there were super high, this place in Morocco was nearly free according to London costs.
During all the excitement at the new hangar Dan purchased and installed an antique rotating airport beacon for the roof of the German hangar, it's the highest manmade structure in the entire area, not counting cell towers. The rotating beacon turns slowly around, one side is white and the other is blue. The white side had a lens that concentrates the light in a narrow beam that can be seen for almost 20 miles, except for the mountain side.
I was going to look for the beacon on the roof of my apartment building but never got around to it.
Dan had the 2nd Dronefest one weekend but I had to miss this one too because I was tied up. But he made good money and sold out of food again. His vending machines did not do as well as he expected, possibly due to problems with people using Euros in the paper money slots. They were set up for Moroccan paper money only but more people use Euros instead.
During Dronefest Dan had to handle something he sort of wished he never got involved in. He had to deal with the problem of Samir and his parents. Samir turned 20 during Dronefest and he got into anther fight with his father, punches were thrown and he kicked Samir out because of what they felt was a sinful lifestyle between him and I think they hated his `special friend.'
His father punched him so hard it broke Samir's jaw, so Dan took him to the hospital and they xrayed him but said it was a stable fracture, not a complete fracture but he was seriously hurt and he had bruises on his face and had two lacerations that needed skin glue. Dan talked Samir into pressing charges and his father was arrested and jailed, he was also intoxicated and resisted arrest.
Dan took Samir home and put him in the small bed in the small bedroom and listened to the boy cry for nearly half an hour, that was more than Dan could tolerate so he asked Samir if he was a judge what would his sentence be for his father and Samir said he hated him and wanted him to just go away forever, he said his mother packed her stuff and moved out days earlier. That was the main reason why his father was drunk and easily pissed off.
Two weeks later Dan went to visit Samir's father in jail, he was sentenced to a month in the slammer and two years of probation. Samir told me his dad really liked jelly filled donuts so Dan bought a box of two from a place in Tangier and borrowed a can of the new Type-V spray and dusted both donuts with that weapon. He visited the man in the jail and asked about his son, he wanted to give Samir a safe place to live, would that be acceptable to his father and the man said yes, but he was still angry at his lifestyle, it was a sin against Islam and an embarrassment for his parents and the family name. I slid the box of donuts to him across the table and he ate one and smiled, Dan said he sat there watching the guy eat his own demise. After he left the prison Dan talked at length to Samir.
Two days later Samir got word that his father died of jail acquired pneumonia, Samir of course cried over that too because he never had a chance to say good bye.
Dan increased Samir's pay to $250 a week and bought him a used dirt bike too, but Samir would pay for his own license plate and insurance. The big change was now Sam could keep his entire pay check. He continued to take every Friday and Saturday off, he continued to go to church every Friday afternoon, he went to prayers every day early in the morning before work and prayed once a day in the afternoon when he heard the call from the mosque in town. Dan even let him spread out a prayer rug on the living room floor which faced the right direction (110 degrees) and there it stayed. On work days he prays in the control tower and has a mark on the floor which direction to face.
Samir's parents were gone but he was born and raised in the town of Ain Lahcen so he was well known in the community but because he was so quiet and shy nobody really knew him personally except kids he went to school with.
Dan assigned Samir chores to do at home to cover his share of the utilities. They had the new 2000 gallon tank moved closer to the house and shaded it from the sun and he stopped using the hose outside to bathe. He sold the motorhome quickly by listing it online. It was gone in three weeks.
After Dronefest was over and the airport was back to normal I negotiated with Dan how much land I could fence-in at the southwest corner of the airport property and hired someone to install an eight foot chainlink fence around it with two large gates for a vehicle (truck) entrance.
First, I hired a company to build a concrete slab and then I purchased a used (low mileage) Class-A motorhome from the same dealer near Rabat and parked it on the slab. During that time I hired the power utility to run underground service line and set a pole with the meter and main disconnect with one outlet for the motorhome to plug into.
I paid for the water guy to deliver (and bury) a 2000 gallon plastic tank and help me connect it to the motorhome and install the pump and pressure tank.
Then I got the septic tank engineer to design and install a system for me inside the fenced-in area. All that took a few weeks and while it was going on I was preparing to move out of my apartment in Tangier by Shark Beach. It took me two trips in my car to move to Danville and turn in the apartment keys. I told Jen to throw my apartment door key away.
Just for fun on my last trip after surrendering the keys I bought a bucket of extra crispy chicken from KFC. I'm going to miss their coleslaw most of all!
I parked my car inside the fence and went to ask Samir where to buy a motorcycle like his and he told me about the motorcycle dealer in Tetouan so I took a taxi over and bought a Yamaha Dualsport bike too, this model isn't sold in the states but is popular amongst college students in Western Europe. I think with a vehicle permit, insurance, and the cost of the bike itself I paid about $4500 Euros for it and rode it home but mine is a different color from theirs. While I was there I bought a Yamaha-brand backpack designed for hauling stuff like school books or groceries. I also purchased gloves and a helmet. Oh by the way, I told you wrong, the bike I bought was a dealer special, it was the XSR125 with street/knobby tires and longer suspension parts. It does 64mph on flat paved roads. It turned out the bikes they bought were not new either.
In Morocco any motor vehicle has to have an owner's permit, which is a tax designed to reduce road traffic and car ownership. You pay anywhere from $1000 on up to $60,000 for the right to own and drive a car for ten years. The permit for the 125cc motorcycle was $1250. The permit for my car was $7k Euros for ten years. Then you still need to pay for plates, registration, and insurance. Since I live rural now the owners permit will reduce by half. Morocco is one of many countries that heavily tax private motor vehicle ownership to discourage it.
It took weeks to make my place livable and get everything working. Trenching the power line across the neighbors land and all the way across the airport was super expensive, but they did it quickly. I think it took three days and they were done, only working six hours a day. Like most crews working outside in the desert they start early (5am) and stop work around 1pm.
When I first arrived I sort of kept to myself, but I sat outside on a lawn chair to read my newest true crime books that came out since I moved to Morocco. Like Dan I had a hard time getting cellular data working but finally ended up plugging-in my hotspot in the German hangar and was able to connect with my laptop. For some reason the hangar gets a good 5G signal for data but I am limited to 50gb a month, which means no streaming movies or porn online. And I had to get a VPN service because Morocco blocks most porn.
During my first week I made six trips to the grocery store with my backpack and finally got enough stuff to make meals at home. My first weekend I also picked up a six pack of beer and walked over to visit Dan, he had watched me during the week but wondered if I needed any help getting settled in. I guess I went through all the same crap he went through when he moved out here.
It surprised me when I walked in his house how different it was from the motorhome. That part of the airport property looked weird with the big black motorhome gone. He has not yet moved the picnic table and charcoal grille over by the house door. I walked in and saw Sam and his special friend spooning on the sofa (under a bed sheet) watching Arabic TV shows on TV, some kind of travel/cultural show about the desert regions from Africa to India and China.
Dan was in his recliner with his feet up looking at the spreadsheet he used to run the financials on the airport. He smiled when I walked in with the six pack but there was no place for me to sit and the boys on the sofa mostly ignored me so Dan and I went to his bedroom and sat on his bed with the door shut. I asked what Samir's friend' s name was and he thought for a minute then he said Karam but he didn't recall his last name. I asked how it was pronounced and he wasn't sure if it was Kah-rum, or kah-RAM, or CARE-um, or maybe even Kar-EEM. Dan said the mostly doesn't speak when he comes over. I muttered he should be screened for autism.
"It's not that, he's uncomfortable around me."
"Does he know you own the house and the land?"
"Does Care-um know? I have no clue. Mostly I care that I don't end up cleaning up after them or feeding them. Samir earns good money now so he can afford most anything he wants except maybe not a car."
I asked quietly, "Did you see his father's obituary?"
"Yes, I did. Amazing. Sad. Even though he was brutally harsh on Samir he still mourns his dad's death. That is what they're doing on the sofa now I think."
"Spooning is mourning?"
"I guess you can tell if Samir is depressed because he needs to be cuddled all day."
I asked about moving his picnic table and he said he had to wait for the contractor to place the patio stones. They are making a 14x14 patio with two foot square cement patio stones just outside the front door, and then he can move stuff. Then Dan reached over and pulled a paper off the table beside his bed and handed it to me. It was some kind of civil architect drawing of the runway, it looked like it showed how it will be widened.
"Is this project official?" I asked.
"Yep, we signed at the lawyer's office last week. In January we close the airport for three weeks and they'll first remove our asphalt, then dig trenches beside the original roadbed and pour 12 foot wide concrete slabs on either side and let them sit for a week. Then they lay an entirely new layer of asphalt on the new wider runway, it'll be 54 feet wide. They'll add three feet of tightly compressed gravel on both sides and mark the runway as 60 feet and paint all standard markings after it's done. We're going to place three six inch PVC tubes under the original roadbed and the new additions. Because of the number of pilots currently using the airport we have to rent a runway marker, a giant lighted X on a trailer to sit near the west end to show pilots the runway is closed. At night it will be lit up bright red. Before work starts every pilot flying-in gets a calendar with the closing dates shown in French, English, Spanish, and Arabic. We also added that the big X means `Runway Closed!'
"While that work is going on the fuel truck goes in for service and re-filling, Samir said he wants to drive it to Eddalya, so I'm going to let him."
"During that time we're installing three huge vertical tanks standing in a containment area and run lines to fuel pumps and adding two more pads for the new owner and his fleet of newer dusters."
"Sounds like you're going to be a busy man." I commented.
And he chuckled and said "Tell me about it!" Then he added, "It's like building an above ground gas station without a convenience store! It's normal here in Tangier but unthinkable in the States!"
We were both seated on his bed, I had my back against the wall and he was against the headboard. I got to my knees and crawled over and lifted-up his shirt and lay down between his legs as he made sort of a soft moaning sound and wiggled himself lower.
I pressed my face into his tummy and tongue fucked his belly button and slid my face side to side across his smooth inviting flesh. Slowly he pulled his shirt off but with me on top he couldn't undo his pants so I did it. Within seconds I had his cutoffs down to his ankles then on the floor, he was mostly hard already. While I was opening his pants the thought crossed my mind that Dan would really enjoy it if I learned to unbutton and unzip his pants with my teeth!
After getting his clothes off his dick was hard against his stomach, pointed at his belly button. Dan had his hands behind his head and his eyes were gently shut.
It didn't take long and he was in my mouth. After my face landed on his belly I put my fingers on his nipples and rubbed/squeezed/pulled them gently. It felt like a lot of his hairs had grown back.
Dan softly whispered he was glad we were neighbors but I couldn't talk because my mouth was full. He grabbed the sides of my head and within three minutes he came, and it was a rather big load too. His moans sounded exhausted as he unloaded himself down my throat.
When I pulled off I saw my brother actually thought about me and had a bottle of water beside his bed already, so I drank all of it. We took back our spots on the bed and I asked if he knew where his hair trimming gear was and he nodded yes so I told him I'd like to trim him right now in the kitchen since it would be easy to sweep up the linoleum floor. We got up and left the bedroom (naked) and he went into the bathroom briefly and joined me in the kitchen while I was still searching for the light switch.
It's interesting watching Dan's body during an orgasm. Sometimes he grunts and makes weird faces and applies a lot of physical effort into coming, other times he relaxes and lets them happen on their own. Sometimes he looks like he is doing heavy physical work for each contraction of his prostate, he'll even start sweating sometimes. Dan has no poker-face ability during his orgasms and his face really tells the story. Some of them make his entire body twitch and others are like nothing. The ones I liked the most was when he was on his knees with his dick inside me and his hands on my shoulders and I could watch his upper body work, his chest and abdominal muscles tighten, and the look on his face was priceless. Sometimes he really puts a lot of physical effort into sex, that's when he looks like a sexy-fit-firm 16 year old boy the most.
It didn't take long and he was trimmed from his chin to his crack in back and all of it was on the floor. I actually started to get an endorphin high trimming his body. I actually felt like a cocaine high as I was on my knees in front of him, his dick pointing straight out with some semen stuck on the tip in his pee hole. That time I only trimmed him from the belly button on down and behind into his crack. While I was down there I leaned-in and licked the tip so that tiny drop didn't go to waste. In all honesty I could have kneeled there for hours with his boner in my mouth, it was the #1 thing I craved in life. I was also happy that he really wasn't a very hairy guy so he was easy to make smooth again. I could do his belly and his patch in a few seconds. Balls take longer to trim correctly.
I learned on his nuts I had to grab the skin and stretch his nutsack so I could trim hairs faster and better. You just get a pinch of skin and pull it out and trim, then grab another pinch and do more until you get it all trimmed. Lastly, you have him raise one leg to the side and trim his taint, but that's a rather small area. And then you turn him around and lean in and kiss his soft butt cheek then pull one cheek to the side and trim the crack, but that is also easy to do quickly.
Then I stand up and double check his arm pits and around his nipples and the center of his chest. As I closely inspect each nipple after cutting off any hairs I always lick and kiss them too. I can do his pits in like six seconds each side. I spend more time admiring his nipples than shaving the few hairs that grow around them.
He told me the broom was next to the refrigerator so I swept it into a small pile and up onto his electric bill which was sitting on the counter. I dumped it in his trash can and put the broom away. We returned to the bedroom. He made me sit on the desk chair and he got on his knees and hand wanked me until I spurted on the floor.
That was when I noticed what both bedrooms were missing a paper towel roll holder to mount on the wall above the headboard! Any boy's bedroom should have a roll of paper towels and a tall pump bottle of unscented lotion. I decided that would be my Christmas gift to Dan, two modern looking black paper towel holder rods, maybe even more than two! One in the kitchen, one by the dining table (booth), one in the bathroom, one in each bedroom and one in the living room! That makes six! In his kitchen he installed something like a small restaurant booth instead of a proper table. The one he has is similar to the ones in Waffle House restaurants; if you're really fat you won't fit comfortably.
I put on shorts and went into the living room. The boys were still spooning on the sofa, Samir looked like he was still asleep but his `special friend' Karam had his eyes open. I smiled and waved hi and he smiled back but never spoke. I looked closely and it appeared both of them were naked under a bed sheet. I could see the outline of Karam's arm over the top of Samir so his hand must be low on his body or down in his groin. Maybe he's into belly buttons too. Luckily both of my best friends have wide belly buttons but Jen's wins the prize by far.
I was only wearing shorts so he could check out my entire body, I pretended to stand in the living room watching Dan do something in the bathroom so I was facing Karam and I could feel his eyes closely examining my body. Then I smiled and walked toward the bathroom as I watched Dan put his hair trimmer away in the cabinet above the toilet.
One thing I gotta say nice about this small house is Dan went overboard on cabinets. He filled nearly every available empty wall space with cabinets. Every room has a ceiling fan, the kitchen has a real vent hood above the stovetop, all rooms have two ceiling light fixtures, and the insulation is better than your average ice chest so you can barely hear airplanes taking off when you're inside. His bathroom has a stand-up shower, there is no bathtub. It's designed for a wheelchair with railings and a fold-down seat bolted to the wall.
Back in his bedroom I closed the door and Dan asked how my new home was and I invited him over for dinner, he accepted and asked what was on the menu. I told him I needed lots of groceries so he offered to drive me in his truck so we got dressed and drove to town. I wrote a list of nearly $240E worth of food, especially organic ground beef, chicken, roasts, and bulk spices and more kitchen stuff I needed like wax paper, aluminum foil, a thermometer, and stuff like that. We also stopped at the local department store and I purchased a charcoal grille and a bag of charcoal. He asked if he wanted to go to the lumber yard in Tetouan and buy a picnic table kit, I could use his power tools, and I agreed but we had to unload the groceries first. Our shopping trip ended up lasting all afternoon by the time I got everything unloaded at home. I spent nearly $800 that day!
I also got a gallon of stain and a bag of steel wool to apply the stain. Back at my place with both of us working on it we got the picnic table boards cut within fifteen minutes in my yard, I leaned the boards against the fence for me to stain, but I needed a pack of latex gloves first.
When Dan built his table he used deck screws and some bolts, but I use all plated hex head bolts so it would be super stable and strong.
Dan went home and I started organizing my kitchen. I decided to assemble my BBQ grille and stack some charcoal inside and I started another shopping list: lawn chairs, picnic table umbrella, ice chest for outside, solar lighting for my driveway like he had around the service pads. I also wanted a load of crushed limestone delivered to make a proper parking spot and improve my driveway. I needed a weed eater and decided I also needed an outdoor cat. I think Dan's cat eventually disappeared but now the kittens are having kittens.
My driveway is perfectly straight. It runs out of the gates then along the property fence all the way to the parking area for Dronefest, then I turn left and follow the driveway out to the street. Dan said I should park my car by the hangars during Dronefest because there will be a lot of people walking around. But I should have no problem getting in and out on the dirt bike even during Dronefest.
I asked Dan if he ever saw Karam standing with his shirt off and he said yes and yes. So I sat there expecting a report what the boy looked like under his clothes. He said Karam is an Arab, he had brown skin and brown features. He said his belly button is like a small round cup with an ugly bottom, his arm pits are dark so he expects his dick and balls are even darker. He said he is very skinny and has no chest muscles, like Samir. He is mostly hairless above the waistband and it looked like his arm pits are shaved. His voice is deeper than Samir, and he is a bit taller like maybe 5'9" and maybe 110pounds. When the two boys are together in town they look more like brothers than lovers.
Dan said he likes to look at hands because they tell what type of life a person has lived. Karam has no scars or signs of roughness, his nails are long and clean so he looks to be a sheltered indoor boy. He had probably never had to fight to defend himself, no visible surgeries on his body, but he does not seem to be as naïve and immature as Samir. Dan said he thinks Karam's father is dead too, and his mother runs a catering service in Tetouan serving buffet breakfasts at several hotels. Dan said he thinks the boys met through an Arab dating app.
He said Karam is not a virgin and sort of leads things when he is with Samir, but Samir does the talking. Dan speculated and said he thinks one reason why Samir was a real catch was he has a job, has money in his pocket, and Samir can probably orgasm at least 10 times a day. Karam has an x-boyfriend who is Berber and was very well hung and Samir is much smaller than his X, so Samir must be doing something well to deserve such attention from Karam. He said one day the boys went outside and left their slave trackers on the coffee table and he looked through the photos on Karam's cell. When he looked at Samir's he had no sex photos except for one of Karam without a shirt on. But Karam had hundreds that he took. He said Karam has brown skin, black hair, black eyes, really nice expressive black eyebrows and long eyelashes, but his nose sticks out rather far. Dan said Karam sort of looks like the ancient Egyptians.
That evening I had Dan over for dinner. When he walked over through the fence I was outside arranging charcoals in a pyramid in the grille and was ready to light them. When I saw him walk through the gates was when I realized I forgot to invite the boys. I asked what they'll do for dinner and he said they'll nuke frozen mini pizzas, their favorite food on the planet. He added that they did not ask about meat and the sausage chunks were pork so that says a lot about their dedication to their parent's religion and culture. I told him that a lot of young Muslim kids rolled their eyes at the idea of Halal food, of course those are the same kids that eat at McDonald's.
I invited him inside and took him on a tour of my bus, which was basically the same floor plan as his except my bathroom and bed were opposite from his. My refrigerator is a little larger, maybe two more cubic feet and mine doesn't have an oven but I will purchase a countertop oven sometime. I already ordered a toaster-oven but it hasn't arrived yet. I had a small sauce pan with broccoli mixed with cauliflower on the stove ready to heat, they were still partly frozen. The air conditioner in the roof was blasting away. Dan commented right away that I probably have the only Class-A which completely lacks carpet. I reminded him that I hate carpet, especially for people who live in the desert. I told him I felt carpet was a disease vector and should be outlawed. Dan laughed and we sat on the sofa for a while, but I got up and lit the coals while he watched a British TV station from Gibraltar we had on the TV with the sound muted.
I set a timer to give the charcoal about 15 minutes then re-stack them and put in the grate. After that I can simmer the veggies and put the steaks on the grille. I got us two ribeyes and a bottle of Argentine Gaucho steak sauce. We talked about the business and I got out two beers and let him pour his own. When the steaks went outside we both went out to stand around and watch, I had no chairs of any kind for outside yet and the picnic table boards were ready to stain. I had the entire set of boards leaned against the fence and this week I'll start staining them. After all of them are done (2 coats of stain and one coat of sealer) then I'll start screwing and bolting the table together. Like his, I purchased the more expensive kit so it wouldn't wobble or collapse if we decided to fuck on top of it someday.
By 7:55 dinner was over and I had a few dishes to wash, he said he needed to leave and check on the boys. It was totally dark outside so I walked him to the gate and we kissed and he jogged home as if he was anxious to check on his new house. Like him I think I'll grow tired of the cramped space inside the motorhome eventually. The crew who will be building my barn will be starting soon, like in another week. It will be a similar building as the airplane rebuilding hangar on the far side of the airport, except mine will not be as tall or as large. It will be a standard pole barn with steel roof and walls, a few windows, one door, and one garage door. If I ever buy an airplane it can be stored inside there so the height of the plane needs to fit inside the barn. I will probably not be able to purchase a replica bi-plane but a newer one that sits lower to the ground, like a Cessna-150.
The land in the southwest corner of the airport property is about the size of a standard US football field. It gives me plenty of room for a barn, house, driveway, airplane, septic system, and utilities, but no grass to mow. I had the water guy install the 2000 gallon tank near the gates and we cut a hole in the fence so he can slide the hose through then pull it the rest of the way.
After Dan left I went back inside and jerked off thinking about having him and Jen in bed together.
The next day in the evening I was home alone, it was like my 5th night in my new home. I had the AC turned off and the windows open enjoying the dry clean desert air. I was in bed reading a true crime book that kind of got me turned on. I was using the wedge pillow reading with the light over my bed, the rest of the bus was dark, and then there was knocking on my RV door. I pulled up my shorts but I still had a boner but I forgot about it and ran to the other end and opened the door, there stood Dan in shorts and a t-shirt, I invited him in.
We went back to my room and sat on my bed, which is in a corner so it has two walls beside it. Dan sat down by my feet and I sat against the headboard with my book on my lap (to hide my erection). He asked what I was reading, I turned it so he could read the cover. He squinted to see it but the light was wrong for him so I tossed the paperback beside him on the bedspread.
"Oh, it sounds like one of the rare gay romance crime novels, jealous lover, broken hearts, that sort of thing." I told him they don't appear in print too often so I ordered it. I told him I thought the paperback sold out worldwide.
"Where did it happen?" He asked.
"I just started reading it last night, I think it happened in Wales in the UK in 2011."
"How many dead?" he asked.
"Four I think. It got decent reviews too."
Then Dan took in a deep breath and sighed so I knew he had something important to say. I remained still and silent to let him speak.
He started off telling me he was happy I lived so close now and was willing to pay me any time I helped on the tarmac. I reminded him I helped him because he was my brother, not my employer. I wanted to say the absolute truth: because I loved him, not because of his money.
He sort of chuckled and said thanks again and said I was welcome to join-in any time I wanted. He asked if I was looking for an airplane for sale and I said I haven't started yet, I wanted to have my barn built first so I had measurements. Dan told me that was wise.
"I wanted to thank you again for the wonderful dinner we had last night. When I went home the boys were still on the sofa but that time I think I interrupted them because Samir was face down and Karam was on top and rather sweaty looking, I think they were fucking when I walked in. In my room I heard the sofa springs squeak and I heard what I think was Samir moaning. It's going to take time for me to get used to them, it makes me wonder what their plans are long term."
I told him most kids that age had no long term plans or much concept of the future.
He sat there as if deep in thought for a few moments then he said he should have done this last night after dinner instead of just leaving. He said he had something for me.
He wiggled himself off the bed and stood in the mostly dark bedroom and pulled off his clothes and stood beside the bed and told me to do whatever I wanted to his body, my dick immediately responded. I pulled off my clothes and got him back on the bed and went directly to his half hard dick and took him in my mouth, my hands went to his chest and I relaxed fully on top of him and just let his dick soak in my mouth. Slowly he started producing drops of salty pre-come. We stayed in that position for nearly half an hour. I paused a couple times to move up and lick his nipples and suck one of them into my mouth and pull back to stretch it out to make him moan in pain, then I went back to his dick. I told him this time it was for me, not him and he said "Fine, I don't care, do anything you want." So I asked, "Anything?" And he paused briefly then said, "Almost anything." I took that to mean I couldn't fuck him or put my dick in his mouth.
We spent about 90 minutes like that and by the time I was done he had slight bruises on his nipples and his belly button and he'd come twice. At the Grand Finale I was on the bed and Dan was beside me, he slowly wanked my dripping boner by making a loop with his thumb and first finger and very gently stroked the rim of my dick head which teased the shit out of my dick and made me spurt semen like crazy, my dick spurt out semen all over the bed and some hit the wall too. That was so intense my balls were tender for days afterward.
We went into the bathroom and I showered him but he did his own hair. I even shaved his chest and stomach all the way down to his patch, I used a Safety Razor for a very close shave.
After getting dried off I put on shorts but he hung out naked for a while, because he knows how much I enjoy looking at his body.
I thanked Dan profusely but he reminded me I didn't need to thank him for sex. He spoke with a serious tone, "You can have my body any time you want, no need to ask. No worry about it being too often or doing it for your pleasure instead of mine."
He was on my bed on his back with his feet on the floor and I was on the mattress beside him while we spoke. We even French kissed for about five minutes that time.
After our kissing session I saw he was hard again. I helped him to his feet and handed his clothes back one piece at a time, then I escorted him back to the gate and he slowly walked home. I stood against the gate and watched him walk away into the darkness and felt a true sense of love for Dan, my lifelong best friend.
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