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The Pilot part 6
The gleaming white skin of the Challenger 650 reflected the July sun into Leo's face as he stood with the four other pilots on the tarmac of Bombardier's training facility on the west side of Dallas/Ft. Worth International Airport. Although most of his training would take place in a classroom or simulator, it was a great way to kick off the day by allowing the five pilots to place hands on the actual aircraft. Their instructor was about to spend the morning covering all of the elements of a thorough walk-around inspection of the aircraft beginning at the main entry door and proceding in a clockwise direction.
The instructor was Pierre Desmarais. Pierre had exquisite facial features. His skin seemed to be made of polished porcelein and Leo actually thought it probably felt moist to the touch. It may simply have been the heat of a Texas morning. Leo also notice that, in spite of standing on a windy tarmac, Pierre's dark black hair seemed to remain perfectly in place. At 9:00AM, Pierre already had a five-o'clock shadow. His dark eyes fixed on each of the trainees as he assessed their potential to move through the walk-around inspection.
In a slight accent, Pierre asked, "How many of you have come from a commercial background?" Leo thought the way he pronounced the word 'co-mere-si-el' was quite sexy. His eyes instantly darted to Pierre's crotch as he wondered if there was some fat canadian bacon in there. Leo and one other trainee raised their hands. "Okay... this should be routine for the two of you and many of the elements of the walk-around will be very familiar." The other three trainees came from a variety of backgrounds include one pilot who was joining the world of corporate air services from the military.
Brady "Hawk" Thomas had just spent the past three years flying F-18s off of an aircraft carrier in the Persian Gulf. He separated from the military back in March. When he returned to the United States, he completed the necessary training to earn a commercial with instrument pilot certificate in multi-engine aircraft. Then, an offer came from a charter operation in Virginia for Brady to fly as a Second-in-Command in a Challenger 605 as soon as he completed his type rating in Dallas. The charter company was partially owned by a comrade of Brady's from the USS Stennis.
Leo had spotted Brady at the hotel that morning as the two of them were eating breakfast in the hotel restaurant. When they met again at the training facility, they both smiled. Brady had approached Leo and said, "I should have known you were a pilot. Damn, buddy, you look the part. Haven't I seen your picture in an ad somewheres?"
Leo had laughed it off and joked, "Yeah, that was back in the days of my modeling career." Brady instantly caught on that Leo was being sarcastic. During the entire morning, Leo kept catching Brady looking over at him.
Pierre had illustrated handouts for each trainee that detailed every element of the exterior inspection. Under normal operating conditions, the walk-around takes most pilots about 15 minutes. Pierre was planning most of the next two hours detailing every aspect of the exterior of the aircraft and answering their questions. He also warned them that there would be a follow-up "discussion" session tomorrow morning when he would be asking them questions about what they had learned and observed.
Leo actually was enjoying the morning very much. He preferred a hands-on approach as opposed to textbook learning. He was also enjoying his views of Pierre as he and the trainees climbed under the plane inspecting various elements of the landing gear and flap fairings. Pierre had a beautiful ass. At one point, Leo was directly behind Pierre as he knelt on all fours. As Leo stared at Pierre's ass, he felt a light tap on his right elbow. He turned to see Brady giving him a raised eyebrow and smirk. Leo thought to himself, "Busted!"
After the morning training session, there was a thirty minute break for the trainees to go indoors and relax before the next session. The facility had a lounge with a self-serve coffee bar. There were also a variety of fruit and some doughnuts. Leo poured fixed himself a coffee and sat at one of the available round tables. He was scanning the training materials that Pierre had given each of them when Brady plopped down in a chair next to Leo.
"So, are we gonna pretend you weren't looking at Pierre's fine butt?" Brady said in a hushed voice. He smiled at Leo.
"He is kinda hot, don't you think?" Leo answered. He figured there was no use denying it, and there could be no consequence if he came out to the former military pilot. Besides, Leo definitely found Brady to be a stunningly sexy man. He had a very muscular body without an ounce of fat and his pale blue eyes and light brown hair suggested a version of masculinity to which Leo was very attracted. He watched Brady as his left hand circled his styrofoam coffee cup. His hands were strong and beefy with thick fingers. As he held the delicate cup, Leo could almost imagine Brady with is cock in that hand.
Brady didn't answer Leo's question; he just winked and smiled again. "Hey listen, I sorta do better at this kind of thing when I have someone to study with. Were stayin' at the same hotel. You wanna be my study buddy?"
Leo just smiled and locked eyes with Brady. "Maybe."
After the coffee break, the trainees returned to the aircraft to spend the next hour reviewing some of the features of the passenger cabin. The layout of this particular plane could seat 11 passengers with an enclosed lavatory in the rear of the plane. The body of the plane seemed nearly as wide as the regional jet that Leo had been flying. The cabin was incredibly spacious and luxurious. The trainees were given a few minutes at the end of the session to relax in the cabin and get a feel for the experience their passengers would have. Brady was slouched on the bench seat in the rear of the cabin when Leo stood next to him.
"That looks pretty comfortable. Does it fold out into a bed?" Leo asked.
"I don't know, but I wouldn't mind finding out," Brady answered with that same disarming smile that Leo was beginning to recognize as mischief in Brady's thoughts.
The afternoon session was devoted to everyone's first experience at the controls of the plane. Each pilot was given one hour with an instructor in one of the facility's full-motion simulators. Leo was blown away by the performance of the Challenger and he was filled with excitement as he exited the simulator. Brady, however, seemed less impressed.
"Man, that thing just jumps off the runway. I was holding V2 plus 10 and we were doing 5,000 ft. per minute!" Leo said to Brady on the way back to the hotel in the Uber they shared.
"Um... I hate to tell you this, buddy, but it felt like a dog compared to the Hornet I've been flying for the past three years. I don't know how I'm gonna handle life in the slow lane." Again, Brady was smiling broadly. "You want to grab a burger and do some book learnin' before we go to bed." Brady's smile widened. Leo looked down and saw Brady's thumb move across the mound in his crotch.
"Yeah, before your thumb makes me forget how many pitot tubes and static ports there are."
"Son, my thumb is the least of your worries."
They decided to meet up in Leo's room 30 minutes after they got back to the hotel. When Leo opened the door to his room after hearing Brady knock, his mouth fell open when he saw Brady standing there. He was barefoot and shirtless, wearing only a pair of cargo shorts. The shorts rode low on his hips and Leo could see wisps of pubic hair peeking above the fly. Brady's chest was moderately furry and the hair on his belly spread out from under his pecs downward toward his naval where it regrouped into a dense trail leading into his pubic hair. Brady looked as if he did nothing but workout for hours every day. Each muscle group of his arms and torso were highly defined, though not bloated or overgrown.
In his hand, Brady held a room service menu. He came into Leo's room and handed Leo the menu. "I already called and ordered room service. We're gonna stay home tonight." Brady moved toward Leo until Leo was pressed against the wall as the door to the room slammed shut. Brady's hands held Leo's face at the jawline and Brady slowly moved his lips toward Leo's. As the kiss began, Leo felt an electricity in Brady that was nothing but pure power. Brady didn't just kiss Leo, he took his lips and possessed them. His tongue feasted on Leo's mouth.
When Brady finally released Leo from the kiss, Leo was nearly breathless. He said, "Jesus, no one has ever kissed me like that! Fuck!"
Brady just smiled his broadest smile, "I haven't kissed a man in nearly a year. You have no idea what starving is like. Just wait till I taste your ass." Leo was not a small man, but he felt small in Brady's hands as he was lead to the bed. Brady pulled at Leo's clothes. He lifted Leo's shirt over his head before pulling at Leo's belt and then zipper. Leo felt de-nuded in a matter of seconds as Brady stood in front of him and dropped his shorts, releasing a very large and very hard cock.
Leo was pushed back on to the bed and nearly bounced twice before Brady's hands lifted his legs over his hips. Then, Brady dove toward Leo's ass with his mouth open and his tongue ready to devour Leo's hole. There was a hunger in Brady that was consuming. Leo had no choice but to give in and allow his ass to become Brady's meal. Normally, Leo was not a bottom, but the power of this muscular man forced him to submit to anything Brady wanted. Within minutes, Leo was moaning as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure swept through his body from the base of his tailbone and up through his spine. He spread his arms out on the bed and clung to the covering as Brady's tongue did things Leo didn't think were even possible. His tongue was deep inside Leo and seemed to have the power to open and spread Leo's ass lips. Saliva flowed from Brady's mouth into Leo's hole making it a sloppy cunt ready to be fucked.
"Oh my god... please, fuck me," Leo whimpered. "I can't believe what you are doing to me. Please, don't stop. You... oh my god... please fuck me."
Brady spread his legs and knelt as low as he could in front of Leo's spread ass. In a single slow motion, his cock entered Leo and moved foward until it was entirely consumed by Leo's ass.
"Oh..fuck! You're huge...Oh my g... shit.. fuck... that's... oh.. yes... fuck me!" Leo clawed at the bed under his hips as Brady held him on his rock hard cock. Slowly, Brady began to rock forward and then back, claiming Leo's ass under the power of his hips.
It didn't take long until both men felt their climax begin deep inside. It felt like both orgasms were beginning from the tip of Brady's cock deep in Leo's bowels as it massaged his prostate. Brady held his body over Leo's and pushed as deeply into Leo as he could. Brady's pubic hair pressed into Leo's balls and pushed Leo's cock upward onto his belly where it rubbed against Leo's naval. His movements were pure strength and control and Leo reached the point where control over his orgasm was no longer possible. His cum began to flow out of him without any direct stimulation of his cock.
"Oh..Uhhhh...Fuck, I'm cumming... Holy fuck!" Leo's voice seemed far off in the back of his brain as his orgasm washed through his body. He felt enveloped both inside and out by a sea of cum. Brady's cock pulsed inside Leo's ass and the two male bodies became a single throbbing organism.
Brady's body slumped onto the bed next to Leo and he turned his head toward him. It was slow, but the smile was impossible to keep back and it widened on Brady's lips. "You have no idea how fucking incredible that felt," Brady finally said.
Leo felt transformed. He had tried to bottom at various times in the past; once or twice in college. But, it was never comfortable or successful. This was a completely different experience. And he wanted more of it.
They were started from their post-cum bliss by a quiet knock on the door. "Room Service."
Brady hopped up and pulled on his shorts and Leo just pulled the bed cover over his naked body. The door opened briefly and Leo could hear Brady speaking but couldn't make out the words. The door closed and Brady returned to the room balancing a large platter with both meals stacked on top of each other.
"Let's eat! Then you can quiz me on pitot tubes!" More smiling.
...to be continued.