HECK by Mike Austin
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VII.
Rico dressed early and left Jack for his restaurant job and to relate Jack's heroic efforts at the airfield to his aunt, mom and Ali. Marcus and Heck both wanted to see the plane and drove out to the fieid, bringing breakfast sandwiches along for Jack and learned more details. The police and fire chiefs were arriving on-site as Jack fumbled with the office door keys while filling in Heck and Marcus. Both town officers greeted Heck and Marcus, then pressed Jack for a recount of the night's event. "The pilot and party were housed at the Super 8 and would be out before too long" the police chief advised. Mr. Waller was pulling in as Jack recounted the event for the chief, and greeted Heck and Marcus as they were leaving. He thought it odd that Heck and Marcus were out so early, then dismissed his query and joined Jack and the officials in the office, sat back quietly and listened to the recap. Jack had phoned the NTSB regional office to report the emergency landing and record it but as there was no crash or injuries, the agent on-duty said they'd dispatch someone the next day to investigate and meet with the craft owner, airfield owner and operator. Jack was still fatigued. Mr. Waller suggested the officials take any pictures they needed and suspend their talk with Jack until the NTSB was on site and both men agreed. All men congratulated Jack on his handling of the event. In Jack's relatively short time in town, he'd cruised the Fire Chief, Max Henosa several times; the first when he came out to certify all the field's fire extinguishers, fire truck and tow tug as well as other safety related fixtures in the hangars. There were additional times at Heckman's and Ducky Café and the man always gave a hearty wave. The mid 40s Latino was built and at 6' even, was a real stud, but Jack knew better than approach the hunk. The police chief had been in his job for 20+ years and you could tell he was just going through the motions every day. This event would likely be the big topic of the year for him and his crony tales. Mr. Waller, Jack's boss and airfield owner was in his late 60s, former oil and gas guy who managed to strike water on one of his acres that was located near two vacant fields and the minor rundown airstrip that had only one hangar at the time. Water made him king and he bought, then irrigated the 2 vacant parcels and supplied water to a few commercial buildings out near the airstrip and gradually amassed enough funds to buy the airstrip as well. He was sitting pretty, as was his wife and their 2 grown kids.
After they all left, Jack strolled around the ghostly aero-commander. He'd wait for the owner/pilot to arrive and the NTSB agent, then go from there. By noon the sexy former helo pilot/now NTSB agent had arrived, made his report of findings, met with the pilot, interviewed him and the others in the party and was ready to turn over the plane to the owner for removal and remediation. The party and pilot, James Willson, had made arrangements to rent a car at the Super 8 and would use it to drive back home in Central Texas. All handling of the plane would be done remotely through Jack and Mr. Waller, who would assess an airfield services fee for the entire event and eventual craft removal and any airfield remediations. Three days later a large tractor trailer arrived to retrieve the plane and the staging took a day and half. By end of the week, the plane was seen slowly edging onto hwy 77 and headed north to the Corpus Christi airport maintenance center. That same day a licensed clean-up crew arrived to scrub the field of any contaminants and reach closure with Mr. Waller. It had been an action packed week for Jack. Rico had only been there once since the event. Jack took his time with the boy, before deep breeding him for an hour, filling his ass full of `Jack Juice'. Rico smiled, gripping his dick as he grew closer and closer to orgasm until Jack nodded. Rico released his dick grip and Jack's pounding forced Rico's terrific hands-free climax. Jack never tired of seeing his bottom boys shoot hands-free from his power fucks. They spent the night, snuggled closely, listening to the wind on the field flap flags and signs at their bunkhouse reverie.
Marcus dressed early, arrived at the office which was all abuzz about the crash. He chatted with a few colleagues then went into his weekly staff meeting. The usual agenda played out and after the 45 minute session, all left for their assignments and calls. It was 10 when the local FedEx guy arrived, a really hunky furry blonde guy that Marcus was always happy to greet; with 12 boxes and mailers of small equipment, chemicals, and correspondence, as well as paychecks for the few who didn't get paid via auto bank deposits. Marcus reflected back when he first started and lived for these payday checks as a sign of accomplishment as well as cash. There were 3 younger guys, 2 laborers and a tech intern, who got paid by checks. Marcus thought they were all young studs and had had brief thoughts of getting them in the sack, but would never cross that line. Marcus had often talked with Heck about having a party for his staff at their home, but both agreed it would not be too wise, even in these "modern" times. He finished his day and was headed out, called Jack to check in on his day and how Rico and he were coming along, then drove home arriving just before Heck. The pair stood on the patio, wind blowing to them and kissed a welcome home sort of embrace and slow relaxed kiss. Marcus always melted into Heck with those type kisses and today was no different. Heck began to harden as the kiss progressed and he eased back, telling Marcus they needed to quit or supper might not happen, then both laughed and made their way to the kitchen. "Leftovers ok baby" came Heck's question, Marcus nodded yes and sorted through their mail, before helping Heck get supper ready. Marcus relayed his visit with jack on the way home and indicated the plane owner/pilot from the crash had mailed a $500 "thank you tip" to Jack for his support and in a separate letter that the insurance company was mailing the field fees and the remediation company fees under separate cover as well as town Fire/EMS and Police fees and that all payments should be received before month-end. Then he added that Mr. Waller had given Jack a raise and a $250 bonus for his handling of the event. Jack said he planned on getting new tires for his truck and getting some repairs done for Rico's with this extra cash. Heck remarked, "they are turning into quite a little couple" then resumed final meal prep as Marcus hauled out plates and dinnerware, poured sweet teas and did a little balancing gesture, and saying "cake or ice cream, cake or ice cream" to Heck. They both chose cake then ate and chatted about their days, before chowing down cake slices.
For Heck, it was stock day and he'd get three trucks of goods in for the store; 1 refrigerated and frozen products and a driver from paradise- buff, body builder torso, early 30s if that, green eyes, bright smile and always energized, showed a tight set of muscled glutes, had a firm handshake and always peered into your eyes when he talked. Another was dry groceries, well-built black guy, mid 40s or so, about Heck's age and always took time to get in a visit with Heck after the delivery was signed off. Heck felt this guy, Roy was havable if ever he and Marcus envisioned a three-way. The last came from the hardware/general materials and sporting goods suppliers via a consolidated delivery service and both the driver and helper on that rig were super friendly, always arranged their delivery where Heck directed them vs some that just dropped the delivery mdse and left it for Heck to rearrange in his storage area. Heck always tipped them $20 each for their help. They always offered to do extra work if Heck ever needed them. He learned early on that they were cousins. On the day of and day after stock days, Heck always brought in his two part-timers, the same ones that had covered the store during the recent party. Heck and his two helpers could cover a lot of "ground" on those two days and these guys worked weekends giving Heck time off with Marcus most of the time. During the peak of hunting or tourist seasons though, Heck made a point of also being in the store for coverage and to rekindle old hunter friends and tourists and meet newbies. It was tourist season and the shirtless hotties would be stopping for fuel, food, beer and more en route to their vacation destinations in the Valley or up in Corpus Christi. The views were usually pretty dazzling.
After supper was done and the kitchen clean-up over. The pair settled in to watch some tv, continue visiting about their days or plans for the next and remainder of the week. Marcus had begun scrolling through some emails and found one from an old college buddy who would be coming through town on his way to visit family for a week's vacation in the Valley. He wondered if Marcus was up for a visit either before or after his vacation dates and would plan his travels pending Marcus' response. Marcus and Heck discussed Todd's email travel and vacation schedule, but Marcus was reticent about inviting Todd to visit them or even stay with them. After some back and forth with Heck, he mustered the guts to invite Todd "to stay either before or after for at least one day and night with he and Heck", then hit the send button and sat waiting for an email reply. After a few minutes and no reply, Marcus headed to the sofa to join Heck for an upcoming PBS NOVA production when the desktop ping announced an inbound email. Marcus froze, sat back at the desktop and read Todd's reply; Cool, need address, look forward to meeting your buddy/partner/friend and will front --end our visit if ok and arrive on Weds afternoon the 16th but need to be in the Valley for a family party on sat the 19th. Let me know'. Marcus shuddered at the thought of coming out to Todd and admitted that to Heck. Then came a follow-on email ping, BTW bringing Max too if that's ok'? "Was Max a dog, cat or BF" Marcus posed aloud to Heck? They both laughed and settled into the NOVA production.
That night the pair talked about Todd, wondered about Max and if a BF, what was he like? Marcus recapped Todd as being a jock sort, but brainy and graduated with a double major in Cemistry and Physiology. He was one year older than Marcus but they'd been fast buddies in college and shared a lot of interests beyond Chemistry. Heck reminded his lover that the visit was a month away and had plenty of time to learn if they needed to plan for doggie or kitty treats OR condoms and could tell that Marcus was anxious about the reunion and thought the best way to calm him down was to fuck him. That he did, slowly at first, teasing Marcus's ring with the big head then getting him primed for a good slow deep fuck. In no time, Todd, Max and the pending visit were lost in the bliss of Marcus' orgasm. Heck continued screwing him doggy and as Heck reached beneath Marcus to grip and jack his dick, Marcus moaned in further ecstacy before Heck's pounding delivered that rush of his own ball-draining cum. They collapsed on the bed, still panting and Marcus still gripping Heck's cock with those wonderful glutes. They slept so peacefully that night. The next morning both dressed early and headed out to get a jump on their days.
Jack woke to the unmistakable sound of a Piper Cub. He had no flight plans from anyone that he recalled, and instinctively reached for his pistol before sticking his head out the bunkhouse door. Wally Jensen was warming his Cub outside one of the hangars and it was barely daybreak. Jack tugged on his workboots and was walking out the bunkhouse pulling down his T-shirt wen Wally noticed Jack's approach. Rico remained in bed as Jack checked out the Piper Cub noise. His ass ached from the deep pounding but loved the feel of Jack's hardon spread his boyhole and stretch his walls while slamming his G-spot. Then there was that rush of cum flooding his hole. He closed his eyes and replayed it all in his mind and butt.
The yellow Piper needed some engine repairs for sure and while Jack had offered to go over it and get it right, Wally was too proud of his baby to let anyone else, even Jack, work her over. Wally was a scraggly 60s sort but his oldest son Barry was another story. At 35, Barry was one hot rancher SOB and knew it. He'd been married and divorced twice and was all about hard work on the ranch and screwing a waitress or two, the lady at the laundromat, one at the drug store and at least two teachers in the local high school. Jack had wondered more than once, what having a 3way with Barry and Rico would be like and how well his Rico could handle the pair of tops? Jack loved Rico but was always up for another guy or two joining in. He went on with Wally and they discussed some parts needs, then Jack waved goodbye and made his way past the bunkhouse and to the office. He started a pot of coffee, opened a pack of cinnamon rolls about the time Rico came into the office, took one cinnamon roll, poured a cup of coffee, sat and visited with Jack a few minutes then begged off and left for work. He stopped at the door, turned and rubbed his butt, "thanks for the fuck DAD", then left. Jack went back to the roll and his own mug of coffee and read the few emails that came into the office account about flight plans and such as well as other news of parts shipping, etc. The roll and 2nd mug of coffee done, Jack set about his first repair of the day, Mitch Johnson's Cessna. He had the new wiring harness that was delivered yesterday and Mitch wanted it ready by Friday which gave Jack 2 full days for the job. He also had some paperwork to print out for the upcoming pair of outbound and 1 inbound flights. He leaned back in the deskchair, scratched his dick through his jeans and recalled the sweet fuck he'd given Rico that night before, then headed out to hangar 3 and Mitch's Cessna.