The New Flight School Flying, Chapter 2 All rights reserved to author. Permission granted to freely copy.
The days were slipping by and each one was more thrilling than the one before. I was almost ready for my check ride and my float endorsement. The others were enjoying themselves as Scott took us through one lecture after another on survival in the bush, first aid and health services.
The lecture regarding the medical aid was a most interesting one as it dealt with being the first on an accident scene, or having to render first aid in case of an emergency. We even went through, with the help of Ellen, delivery of a baby. We were taught things I never even thought, let alone heard about. Each bush airplane had a top grade first aid kit. They were also equipped with various drugs which could be administered after careful diagnosis and in case of emergencies, pneumonia, heart failure, appendectomies, stitching of serious injuries. We were taught how to care for burn patients, and so on it went.
On the weekend of our first week, we were flown into a small lake not too far from where the lodge was located. We were given a few supplies similar to those one might carry in a crash survival kit, and told to make our way out, in the case of Ellen and Butch, and to set up a crash location site indicating a crash scene, to Doug and I. I presumed we would get our hike in sooner or later.
Setting up our survival camp was easy, as I had done a lot of that when I was a kid. Doug followed orders well and soon we had a top, weather protected and easily identifiable, site established. It turned out we got top marks for our endeavors.
Doug and I would sit around our huge campfire talking about the course and of the guys who were on it with us.
"Virg, do you know what's been going on here?" he asked.
"What do you mean, what's been going on? What am I supposed to know?" I asked looking at him.
"Well my bedroom is on the front of the lodge overlooking the lake and several times I watched some strange activities going on, on the dock. Scott and Butch were swimming and whispering. I guess so as not to wake anyone up. They sat on the plane's float and as near as I could tell there was something going on between those two. I can't explain it but it looked, well you know queer like.
It looked like they were giving each other a blow. I'm sure that couldn't be right, but that's what it looked like. They hugged and wrestled, then swam around a bit longer then came up to the lodge," Doug said relating his observations.
I told him I thought he must have been mistaken and that it just looked like it was happening, because he was quite a ways from the dock where his bedroom was located.
"Well if that wasn't what happened, I'll eat my shirt. I've been to one of those Fraternity Brothers initiations and I'm pretty sure that's what they were doing.
I know because I was one of them." He looked embarrassed.
"Well morning comes early, I guess we had better hit the hay. huh?" I said.
"Yeah, you know we are supposed to sleep close to the fire, but with it being as warm as it is, the last thing I need is to be near this fire," Doug said as he moved his sleeping robe to the edge of the trees.
"You camp out much, Virg?" he asked.
"Sure, lots of times. I love it. All of my family are campers," I replied proudly.
"Can I put my bag close to yours. I'm not the most comfortable in the woods, if you know what I mean," Doug confided.
"Sure. We'll put them right here," I said as we located a soft needle covered patch of ground under a huge pine tree.
We crawled in after making sure the fire was safe to be left alone. Doug moved his roll almost on top of me, he was so close. I think he was afraid to be out in the forest. We talked for a short time about our flying and then got back onto the subject of Scott and Butch. Doug confessed that being close to human bodies was one of the reasons he was in pre-med school. He didn't find anything kinky in what the two guys had been doing.
I was awakened by the moon shining through the trees onto us. I didn't move for fear of waking Dave, but he was awake. He was jerking off. I tried to stay quiet taking deep breaths. Dave had unzipped his robe and was lying on top of it and pounding his dork for all it was worth. Every now and again he would look in my direction, I suppose he was wondering if I was still sleeping. How could I go to sleep with that going on? I also had an erection just watching. Dave stopped and calmed down a bit, but his dork stayed up. He hadn't blown yet. I, in the meantime, was almost blowing in my bed roll watching. I finally had all I could take, and crawled quietly out of my robe looking at Dave who was pretending to be asleep. He turned away so I wouldn't see his dork.
I knew he could see mine but I was so horny I didn't care. I lay on top of the robe and lay quietly. I had never felt this way ever before in my life. I wondered what was happening to me. I knew this was wrong.
"Virg? You awake?" Doug whispered.
"Yeah, I am," I replied.
"You horny? I see you got a hard-on?" he said sort of chuckling.
"What would you expect after watching you jerking off like that," I answered.
I secretly wanted us to get on to whatever we were going to do.
"Virg, you ever jerk off?" Dave asked.
"Yeah, sometimes."
"Ever tried it with a woman? I mean, you know screwing or had someone jerk you off?" he asked.
"No," I replied emphatically.
"Would you like to try it? It is quite a turn on. Just you lay like you are and close your eyes," Doug suggested. I really wanted to say "No way" but I didn't have a chance to answer. I could have, had I really wanted to, and I was tempted to say so, but instead I closed my eyes and waited for Doug to do something.
What was I thinking about? What would my parents ever think if they found out how low I had sunk? I felt Doug move closer to me so that our bodies were touching. My dork grew another inch when I felt him near. Then he took my dork in his hand and started to massage it. Oh God, I wouldn't last long at this rate. Doug I guess, sensed I was getting close, so he stopped and took my dork in his mouth. Holy Crap! I had heard of blow jobs but this was my first experience. I guess I was a virgin after all. I blew almost immediately after Dave started. My throws of climaxing nearly threw me off the bedroll. I had never experienced anything so powerful before. It was mind boggling.
"Well Virg, was it worth it? Did you learn something tonight about survival?"
We laughed nervously.
"Virg, it's my turn. I don't want you to jerk me off or blow me. I just want you to lay over on your stomach with your legs apart okay? I promise you'll enjoy it," Doug said in a soothing voice, I knew he was going to fudge me, but I didn't care, I was so turned on. I had often wondered what it was like, when I heard guys in our college dorm talking about fudging each other in the showers.
I was about to learn.
Dave rubbed some jelly on my butt crack then climbed gently on top. I could feel his dork inching slowly down my crack to my butt hole. He paused and slowly began to press gently against my opening.
"You okay, Virg?" he asked.
"Oh brother!" I replied I was once again getting ready to blow. Dave pressed further until he was all the way in and slowly he moved in and out until he increased his speed as he was getting ready to climax. I felt him shudder first, then I felt him sperming into my ass. Good grief! It was marvelous. But my conscience was bothering me and when Doug pulled out and lay back over on his robe, I just turned my back to him and fell asleep. Sometime during the night, we had crawled back into our robes. We both woke up about the same time and just looked at each other as if nothing had ever happened and we were starting another day on our project.
I was the better cook, so I made breakfast of bacon and eggs. Doug wanted four eggs to replenish his PROTEIN, he said. That was the only reference he made about last night. We both acted like nothing had occurred. I knew though. I wondered if I would forget this night. I was certainly feeling guilty and our conversation was about our course and the flying we were doing.
I don't think Scott and Butch were the only ones into the funny business.
Maybe it was the outdoors that made everyone so horny. I wondered what Ellen was doing with us horny guys all over the place. She had remained at camp.
All I can say is there had to be something in the out of door air that made a guy act like he did. The wilderness, that's it. Being alone in the wilderness.
The next day went well and we covered several miles using maps and compass.
We had no trouble achieving our objectives. We had been working our way towards the lake which we could see occasionally from the higher bluffs on the island. We were both getting tired and the sun was on its downward swing to the horizon.
It was gorgeous country and I took several pictures to capture the scenery.
We decided to keep moving and see if it was possible for us to reach the lake.
We made the lakeshore two hours later and the sun was just under the horizon.
It was a warm evening and we built a fine camp fire, if I do say so. We decided that we were not going to use the tent, and just lay our robes as we had the night before. I started to think again about last night and tried to busy myself getting supper ready. Doug was not a good cook at all. We ate almost in silence, and I think we were both wondering the same thing. Every now and again Doug would look up from his steak and look at me. When I caught him, he quickly looked away and we started talking about the rest of the course and what the others were doing at this time.
We decided to swim to cool off, and the water temperature was made for bathers.
We swam around for a while, then Doug suggested we practice a little of the first aid and Northern Health care methods.
We sat around the fire opening the various kits and examining their contents.
I found an airway tube you stick down a person's throat to keep them from suffocating. I convinced Dave to allow me to give him CPR, then insert the airway. Everything went well and I think I handled the resuscitation quite well.
Dave gagged a few times but the airway went into his throat. We learned quite a bit actually doing it. Dave splinted my leg and my arm. I looked like I should be in some emergency ward someplace.
Dave unpacked an enema kit. I asked him what it was as I had never seen one before. He told me it was, according to the instructions, to be used in the case of acute constipation, where laxatives, i.e. Castor oil, were not available, and cases of hypothermia. There were even a set of instructions and it wasn't difficult for me to figure it was to go into someone's ass, which would be filled with a soap and water solution also provided in condensed form.
"Okay Virg, you practiced on me, now it's my turn to practice on you. This should be a hoot," he laughed.
"I don't think we need a practice. Are we going to be tested on any of these things?" I asked, fearing I was not going to succeed in deterring Doug from plugging me full of water.
Doug read the instructions as I held the plastic container. I couldn't take my eyes off the plastic nozzle that would be entering my butt. I wondered how come I had never heard of this before. Dave told me his mother used to give them to him when he was younger. He knew what they were like but thought he should know how to give one.
Once again I was laying spread eagled on my bed roll with a towel under my dick.
Doug, for not being experienced, seemed to know exactly what to do and I felt his finger working Vaseline into my ass. Then in went the nozzle ever so gently and I felt the water pouring into my guts. What a weird feeling. Not bad, except for a few cramps which I complained about and he stopped the flow. I held all that was in the container and Doug suggested that the instructions advised that the enema be held for at least five minutes and longer if possible.
I held the enema as long as I could, then departed back into the bushes to exude my colon. I'm sure I was going to pass any test of this kind. Doug seemed very pleased with himself and doubly pleased with how well I took it.
When we were lying back on our rolls, Doug made the comment that he really got turned on giving me the enema, and asked if I liked it. I replied that it was okay. Not as bad as I had imagined.
"Virg, after last night you are no longer a virgin. I'm sorry if I ruined your reputation, but I just couldn't help it. Just like I can't help myself now. I got so turned on looking at that beautiful little asshole of yours, that I want to repeat our performance tonight. What say, Virg?"
"Doug, I'm not upset about last night, but don't you think us playing around like this is unnatural? Like us being a pair of homos?" I asked.
"Virg, did I kiss you or hug you or anything? That's what homos do. I don't have any feelings that way, I just like getting it off into your ass, that's all.
What's wrong about that? We're both guys right?" he explained.
We were both laying there with our erections saluting the evening stars. Doug was much better endowed than me, but he never hurt me.
"What if the others find out? I mean, what would they say about us? We'd both probably be sent back and failed, to say nothing of being labeled as queers,"
I stated.
"How will they ever find out? I don't plan to tell them and I don't think you will, unless you let your conscience get to you. What's so terrible anyway?"
he kept on, while he played with his penis.
I thought about it and lay quiet for awhile knowing Doug was waiting for me to agree.
"Okay, but you don't have to perform on my dork, you can just take a ride okay?"
"Sure Virg, if that's what you want." he replied, somewhat dejectedly.
It took Dave longer this time. I think he was trying to make it last. I had a hard time trying to figure out why I was actually enjoying him pounding in and out like he was. He finally blew even more than last night. He had just given me another enema.