Pilot Chronicles Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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I stumbled back in the tight space planting my ass on the bunk bed looking up at Liam who was just standing there looking at me and me looking back into his caramel eyes.
“You’re an idiot” he said with me just staring back at him.
“Do you realise what effect you have on me?” he continued, his voice barely a whisper.
“No, I don’t” I simply answered.
“Well you need to figure it out and not play with me” he said in a commanding tone.
“I never intended to play with you, I thought my signals were pretty clear.”
“They weren’t.”
“I’m sorry” I said, meaning it.
“I think we need to be on an equal footing if we are to carry on with anything” just as he said that the plane jerked, hitting a pocket of turbulence. He fell forward and landed on top of me. We just laughed at the irony of the timing.
“What do you mean by equal footing?” I asked.
“I’ll text you when we are on the ground” he just said as he walked out of the crew rest cabin, leaving me hanging there like an idiot.
We landed at Heathrow just after six in the afternoon and I felt refreshed as the colder air hit my face and I made my way out of the terminal building.
Liam had disembarked before me and had already left by the time I had secured the aircraft, so I did not get a chance to talk to him after our encounter in crew-rest.
Although long haul had been all I wanted with my career, I was very glad to get back to my apartment. It is a quite nice, but minimalistic, open plan apartment with two bedrooms, one serving as a guest room/workout room, a living area with working fireplace, three bathrooms and a balcony overlooking a canal where you could see little river boats sailing through on good days.
I threw my pilot bag and coat on the dining table and grabbed a water from the fridge, chugging it down as I glanced the contents of my fridge which was a sad affair.
I made a mental note to pop to the shop as soon as I got up in the morning but decided on a quiet night with a bottle of red wine, some music and a good book. A perfect way to unwind. But first, a shower.
I love the water pressure in my apartment, which alone would be worth the rent I pay for this place as it can be quite a rare thing in London
The water hammered on my back as I entered the hot shower, steam building up around me, fogging the glass of the shower. I must’ve stood there for a good half an hour before I began rubbing my body down with soap, running my hands over my abs, my sculpted thighs. I felt my cock harden as I lathered my balls and shaft with my body wash, slowly massaging my treasure, working it to full mast.
I was tempted to shoot my load in the shower but for some reason, might have something to do with the amount of ass I had over the last couple of days, I decided to skip it for once and save some of the hot water for once.
I usually wear minimal clothing at home, if any at all, as I love the gentle breeze on my body. It’s an interesting sensation that seems to keep me on edge. So, there I was, naked, standing in front of my wine rack cursing the fact it was empty. ‘I really need to start making a list of shit to buy’ I thought as I pulled on some clothes, getting myself ready to head to the corner shop which was the only place open at this time that was not a train ride away.
I received a text message just as I left my building.
hey
Hello
When is your next flight?
Day after Tomorrow, Yours?
Tomorrow Night, only single night layover. Where you going?
Copenhagen, So back the same day
Let’s meet on Wednesday night then, when you get back.
Ok, there’s a nice bar close to mine, I’ll text you the address later
I slipped my phone into my pocket as I entered the store heading for the wine section. ‘He seems to have cheered up a bit’ I thought to myself as my phone signalled another text message:
I hear you’re meeting Liam on Wednesday
News travels fast…
You should know him by now, he tells mama everything ;)
Hah, ok ‘mama’
I gave him a good talking to, so let me know how it goes
Ok
“Can I get you anything else sir?” I had not realised I was at the till already, so I jumped a little bit.
“Uhm no, thanks” I said to the cashier without looking up, as I placed the five bottles of wine I’d chosen for my rack on the counter.
“Are we having a party?… Or rather a high-class wine and cheese night considering your wine choices” the cashier said, clocking my expensive taste in wine.
I looked up at him for the first time and was greeted by a set of brilliant white teeth as he smiled at me.
I had never noticed him at the store before which was surprising as he was very cute. Young, with his blond, almost white hair, cut short, blue grey eyes and a slender build, yet I noticed that his forearms seemed muscular with bulging veins making me wonder what else was hiding under his tight blue t-shirt.
“No, no party sadly, just me and a book tonight” I said with a smile as I started to bag my wine.
“That’s a lot of wine for one guy” he said with a chuckle. “That would be 258 pounds” he finished.
“Yeah, well, I need to keep a steady supply” I said as I handed him 300 pounds.
“Keep the change” I said to him with a smile, grabbing my bag and walking out before he could say anything, glancing back to see a shocked expression on his face and his hand still clutching my ‘change’ of forty something pounds.
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Staying true to my own, I took a taxi to the supermarket as soon as I woke up to stock the cupboards which were now running dangerously low on coffee. Spending good two hours in the shop, taking my time, it was just after noon when I got back hope, realising that not only did I forget the coffee but the milk too which forced me to pull my shoes on again and head to the corner store as I was gagging for a good cup of coffee.
“Good morning Sir” the young blond boy called from the till as I entered, with a smile on his face.
“Good Morning” I replied as I head towards the coffee
“Nursing a hangover?”
I turned around and noticed that he had left the counter and joined me by the coffee.
“No, not so much, and not for a lack of trying either” I said with a chuckle.
“I was hoping to see you again” he said now with a shy look on his face.
“Why is that?”
“Just wanted to thank you for the tip from yesterday, it was very kind, but way too much.”
“Don’t mention it, really” I said with a smile, picking up my favourite coffee.
“Thank you, really. Just let me know if I can pay you back or return the favour.”
“Well, actually, there might be something you could do for me on occasion” I said. An idea forming in my mind.
“Yeah, anything!”
“Don’t be so quick!” I said with a chuckle. “Why don’t we meet up when you finish work and we can have a chat about it.”
“Sounds good! I finish around six.”
“Cool, here’s my number, call me when you finish” I said as I paid for the products and got myself back home for a quick workout.
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LIAM
I felt a bit bad after my showdown with Alex in the galley and I regretted it the second I walked away. He’s done something to me that made me feel different. Usually I would be trying to spot hot passengers, trying to slip my number to them to get a good time out of them, but there was something different going on now.
I felt like an errant child the way he spoke to me. He was so commanding, and it felt as though I was being reprimanded by my own dad. But there was not any malice in his voice, but a twinge of sadness. I felt a bit ashamed of myself, but persisted.
Then he squeezed himself past me. I could feel his bulge on me, his hand grazing me, and I could feel my cock throb just at the slightest touch. It felt like a low current of electricity shot through my body.
I was kicking myself thinking about it. I thought I made it perfectly clear to him how I felt about him, but then I go and catch him fucking some random guy in a hotel sauna, not a care in the world about being caught and I honestly felt as a dagger had been shoved in my chest when I saw him.
Don’t get me wrong, I get that you don’t fall in love after a couple of fucks, but neither of us could deny that there was something between us, no matter how hard he tried. The look he gave me when he was drilling into Isaac said more than a thousand words. His eyes were not only filled with coital lust, but there was something else I could see as his piercing blue eyes met mine as I sat on that chair watching him.
It was strange though, I did not feel as jealous about him fucking Isaac in front of me as I did when I caught him in the Sauna with… With that random Latino.
I had intended to go and confront him at crew-rest but then I just saw him there, shirt off, a bit tousled and I just melted. I did manage to convey that we need to be on an equal footing but then that damned turbulence hit and there I was, practically on top of him. Smelling him, feeling his firm body, wishing that he was about to drive that cock home.
So, I just bolted.
Jessica gave me a right talking to as well, making it feel like mum was backing up dad’s punishment. I tried to explain to her that I had feelings for Alex, but she was adamant that it was all too soon, and I had to give him a bit of a break.
“Just relax a bit Liam, don’t be so intense” She had said with a stern look as we disembarked the plane in London.
Taking her comments to heart, I fired up Grindr, needing a release and none was forthcoming from Alex.
I spotted a guy that seemed close, about 10 years older than me and his screen name “top4Btm” was promising and after a brief chat, some pictures back and forth, he invited me to his hotel room where he was staying.
He seemed very nice, we chatted a bit when I got there and it turns out he’s on a layover on his business trip, heading out to Australia in the morning.
The pointless chat did not last very long. Before I knew it my shirt was off, trousers around my ankles and I was just standing there in front of him. His grey eyes darting over my body.
He walked towards me undoing his trousers but to my surprise, instead of asking me to drop to my knees, he did. His face was in direct line with my now throbbing cock.
I felt a shudder of pleasure as his lips wrapped around the head of my cock, licking the oozing pre-cum from the slit. He swallowed my cock, his nose tickling my trimmed bush. Bobbing up and down on my pecker bringing a current of sensation throughout my body.
He did not keep it up for long though, but soon enough he stood up and gently pushed me to my knees. I was faced with his six-inch cock and a blob of precum which I licked enthusiastically. The sweet and salty taste of him hits my tongue. ‘Alex tasted better’ I thought as I slid his cock in my mouth and sucked on him, feeling the head of his cock meet he back of my throat as he unenthusiastically rocked his hips back and forth. He had none of the force or dominance that Alex has when he’s face fucking me.
“Shall we take this to the bed?” he asked in a raspy voice, filled with longing.
“Yeah” I said, kicking my trousers off and getting on the bed on my hands and knees and before long I could feel the cold sensation of lube on my hole.
I moaned out in pleasure as he slid a finger inside me, slowly fingering me, lubing me up.
“Do you want a second finger” he said timidly, and I just rolled my eyes.
“Go for it.”
And he slid a second finger in, slowly jerking them back and forth, searching for my prostate.
“Just fuck me” I said a bit irritated by the extremely slow pace. I needed a release, not gentle massage.
I felt him line up his cock and slide in, meeting hardly no resistance. After all, my hole had been pounded mercilessly by an eleven-inch bratwurst for the last couple of days.
It felt good to feel his cock inside me. I clenched down on him as he thrust gently into me at a slow pace, almost withdrawing all the way out and then sliding back in.
It was notlong until I felt his cock throb and his seed splashing my internals, the weight of his body on mine as he collapsed down on me, his panting in my ear.
I rolled from underneath him, grabbed my clothes and started getting dressed.
“You don’t want to finish?” he said with a puzzled look on his face.
“Nah, I’m good for now” I said, putting on my best fake smile.
He was quite unremarkable, and it made me realise that there was no chance in hell that I was risking things with Alex by being a drama queen.
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ALEX
On my way
See you in a bit
There was a knock on the door, and I got up to get it, briefly checking myself out in the mirror, making sure I was decent. ‘I don’t even know his name!’ I thought as I opened the door to greet the young man who was standing before me with a wide smile on his face.
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END OF CHAPTER 6
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