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The Pilot part 4
"I have something I want to ask you about... you don't have to answer, but I want you to think about it," Gene said.
Leo raised is eyebrows, tilted and turned his head a bit to the right. "And what's that?"
"Would you ever consider switching to corporate? I know you're all wrapped up in the whole seniority thing at your airline... working up to that left seat job and all that. But, would you ever consider coming over to corporate?"
In a way, it was a bit of a shock. But, in another way, it wasn't. Leo had been mulling this over from the minute he sat with Gene in the bar of the Marriott only eighteen days ago. He was even trying to decide if there was a down side to just giving it a try. While he would be giving up his place on the seniority ladder, he had to remember he was still only flying for a regional carrier. If he was serious about landing a bigger job, he would have to apply to one of the major airlines and be hired on at the bottom of the ladder. It might be an interesting thing to try for a while. And if he didn't like it, he could always begin the application process to fly for one of the big carriers.
"I've sort of been thinking about this since I first met you. A couple of questions, though... how much would I earn? And... how do I get the training for a different aircraft?"
Gene thought for a moment. "The rating is easy. If you are offered the job, the firm will send you for the 3 week training to get a Challenger type rating at Bombardier in Dallas. They'll also pick up the cost and your expenses while you're there. In exchange, you will have to sign a contract with Fuller Dixon to work for them exclusively for one year."
The wheels in Leo's mind were already spinning.
"After getting your type rating in the Challenger 650, you'll spend that first year flying as Second in Command. Believe me, it's much less than what you do now as a First Officer. We get a salary. We don't punch a clock. Full benefits, of course. You can probably figure to start at around $90,000, although that varies depending on which city you're based at. Stan, our senior pilot, is probably pulling in around $115,000. The firm wants to keep you, they don't want you to rack up hours and then go off to fly for an airline because it pays more."
Leo's eyes widened. That was significantly more money than he was earning as a pilot for a regional carrier. This was beginning to sound like a great opportunity.
"Wow! That really is something to think about," Leo said.
"Here's the thing... we don't advertise when we have an opening. We recruit guys that we think will fit in and work well with everyone. There's no competition for a position. If we like you, and our Ops Director likes you, they'll give you a shot. If it doesn't work out at the end of your year with us, we part company... no hard feelings." Gene was studying Leo's face to guage his reaction to what he was being told. He could see the twinkle in Leo's eye at the prospect of the lifestyle change.
"So, does that mean the firm has an opening?" Leo asked.
"Not quite yet, but Stan has already started to talk about pulling out. His wife wants to move to Tuscon where their daughter and grandchildren live. Stan has the bucks saved and he's talking about just working as a pilot-for-hire so that he can work when he wants."
Gene bobbed in the swimming pool next to the wall of the jacuzzi. Slowly, a smile formed on his lips and Leo could already see that devilish thoughts were in his mind. "Besides, it would be fun to work together." Gene dove under the water and glided to the other end of the pool. In one smooth motion he pulled himself out of the water and walked across the lanai to the chaise where their beers still sat. Leo watched him as he walked; his soft but thick cock nestled into his tightly held balls swaggered back and forth against Gene's moving thighs.
Leo's body was in a deliciously relaxed state. The hot water of the jacuzzi, the beer, and Gene's naked body made him forget that he had been rushing around Columbus trying to get to the airport only twelve hours ago. He lifted himself out of the jacuzzi and wrapped himself in a large white bath sheet trying to hold in the heat of the water against the cool night air. Gene was now stretched out on a chaise facing Leo. As Leo came toward him, he instinctively opened his knees a bit. At the foot of the chaise, Leo bent and crawled up Gene's body. Their lips met briefly and Leo held his head so that his words fell directly on to Gene's open mouth.
"I'm interested," said Leo in a bare whisper.
It's was almost 5:00AM when the dark blue BMW swung around and dropped Leo on the lower level of Miami International. At this hour, there was very little traffic. They made quick time from Gene's house on Miami Beach. Both men were dressed in their work clothes. Although, Gene looked far more comfortable in a polo shirt and khaki pants.
Gene stopped the car far enough away from the few passengers that stood along the curb. Leo looked over at him, replaying the last few hours. He had fucked Gene again in the middle of the night and both men had fallen asleep in a tangle of legs and sheets.
"I can feel your cum in my ass. Just saying.." Gene smirked.
"Oh thanks for putting that in my head while I'm about to go through weather forcasts!" Leo laughed. "I could just bend you over here and suck my cum out of you."
They both chuckled. Then, Leo bent over and kissed Gene. It was a lingering kiss that took Gene back to the feeling he had several hours ago as Leo came inside him.
"Damn. My buttons are all fully pushed," Gene said in a sultry morning voice. "You gonna think about what we talked about?"
"Yes, every minute I'm sitting at the terminal waiting for passengers to get settled," Leo grumbled.
"Seriously... think about it. I'm going to pass your name on to our Ops Director, so don't be surprised if he calls wanting to know if your interested. Personally, I think you would love it. I know I'd love having you next to me at 41,000 feet." Gene smiled broadly. "Get going, you'll miss your briefing."
"Okay. Thanks. I'll talk to you soon." Leo winked as he pulled his roll-on from the back seat and assumed the look of a responsible pilot. He turned and walked into the terminal building and headed for his carrier's operations room.
Leo pulled the day's schedule from his phone and looked at the segments he would be flying. The first flight was Miami to LaGuardia. Then a round trip from LaGuardia to Minneapolis, then back home to Columbus. The weather in New York looked ugly. It was early May and the weather that had hovered over Central Pennsylvania the day before was now barrelling down on New York City. Low ceilings and periods of heavy rain were predicted from late morning through the early afternoon. The last thing Leo wanted was for a weather delay.
When Leo arrived at the departure gate, he saw Terry Henderson. Leo and Terry had flown together many times and Leo let out a chuckle as he walked up behind Terry.
"Man, they'll give anyone four stripes," Leo said in a quiet voice that only Terry could here.
Terry swung around toward Leo, already smiling. "That's right, buddy. And today these four stripes makes you my bitch." The two pilots laughed and shook hands. "How you been? I haven't seen you in months, man."
"I'm good, Terry! You know.. same old." Leo quickly looked Terry up and down. He looked like he had gained a couple of pounds, but in a good way. Terry's chest seemed broader and he was definitely filling out his pressed white shirt since Leo had last seen him. "Look at you. You been hitting the gym?"
"Yeah, a little bit. I been seeing this girl. Dude, she is hot. She's got me going to the gym with her all the time." Terry leaned forward to say into Leo's ear. "And man, the gym makes her crazy horny. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, you know what I mean?"
Leo played along and rolled his eyes. He straightened up and said in a normal but sarcastic voice, "Oh man, I'm so sorry to hear that.. you're life sounds like it just sucks." Both men chuckled and headed toward the doorway that led down the jetway to their aircraft.
Three flight attendants were clustered at the doorway to the airplane. One of the flight attendants was a male and appeared to be taking charge. "Good morning, gentlemen! I'm Chris, chief stew this morning. I think we're with you just to LaGuardia. Cabin looks fine, so we should be ready for on-time boarding. Celia is just checking the aft lav. We have galley power, so if you need some coffee, just let me know." Chris appeared to be the ultimate in efficiency. As Leo followed Terry into the cockpit, Chris said in a quiet flirty voice that only Leo could hear.."MmmHmmm.. anything you need baby, just ring my bell." Leo smiled at him and touched Chris on his upper arm.
As the two pilots settled in and began their pre-flight preparations, Terry said, "How about you, buddy? You seeing anyone lately?"
"Mmmm.. there might be someone. It's kinda new, so we'll see." The image of Gene's cum-filled ass instantly returned to Leo's mind. He smiled and gave a quiet laugh to himself.
Because Terry and Leo had worked together before, there was a familiarity and comfort to the way they moved quickly through all of the ground preparation. Terry would fly the first leg, so Leo left the plane to do the walk-around while Terry programmed the flight computer. As Leo returned to the cockpit, he gave the thumbs up to Chris so that the plane could begin boarding. They were eight minutes ahead of schedule. For Leo, there was a noticible difference in the rhythm of the day when he flew with a pilot he liked and enjoyed. It wasn't lost on him that this was exactly what Gene was talking about when he described how Fuller Dixon went about hiring new pilots.
Aside from a 90 minute weather delay out of LaGuardia, the day went relatively smoothly for Leo. He and Terry hit it off really well. They had the same sense of humor. They also shared a lot of the same opinions about some of their colleagues. Leo asked if Terry had ever run into Captain Jack Penn. Terry laughed, "Man, I flew with him quite a few times when I was a First Officer. That guy is a piece of work. I think he nailed a stew on every layover.. chicks AND guys!"
Leo's eyes widened. "Ha, maybe that explains it. You know Trisha, the overly friendly stew from Charlotte? Damn if he wasn't grabbing her ass yesterday in front of the passengers."
"Yeah, Trisha's actually worse than he is. She's bagged every straight pilot on the roster, present company included!"
"No shit! Well, I flew with Penn all day yesterday. Every flight he unzipped his pants as soon as we locked the door. Horny bastard probably fucked Trisha all night."
Leo noticed Terry adjust the bulge in his pants. Terry leaned over a little and said, "I'll tell you a secret... she likes to get fucked in the ass." Terry straightened up in his seat again and groped the bulge in his pants again.
"So, maybe that's how Penn likes it? Girls or guys... up that ass." They both laughed.
The final leg of the day was on approach into Columbus. Leo was anxious to check his phone. He hadn't had a chance to look at it since New York. The turn around in Minneapolis was very rushed since the aircraft was already delayed. He only left the cockpit for the walk-around, and he and Terry were able to shorten the turn around so that their departure back to New York was only delayed by an hour. He was hoping there would be at least be a text from Gene.
The minute they were at the gate, Leo powered up his phone. Sure enough, there were two texts from Gene. The first was a pic of Gene sitting in the left seat of the Challenger with his zipper open and his fist wrapped around his hard cock. The message below the image said, "Missing your dick."
The second text was from 6 hours later in the day. It said, "You might be getting a call. Hope you can get time off in a couple of weeks."
...to be continued.