"Benny the Matchmaker " Chapter 10
By Dylan
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"Benny the Matchmaker" was inspired by my good old friend Castleton during a chat we had. He told me to write a short and simple story and suggested to use my last encounter with a nice stranger as I was walking my dog in the park.
For some time now I work together with my friend Andy, who tirelessly reads and edits my stories to make them as good as possible.
This chapter I dedicate to you, Andy, as a huge 'Thank You my Friend!'
Greets, Dylan
Benny the Matchmaker -10-
Dylan looked at the huge beast with wide eyes. The black and silver helicopter was so big it looked out of place on the helipad that was normally used for the small helicopters that did tourist flights and shuttle services.
Ian took the nervous boy's hand and led him over to meet Captain Abdullah, the man who was actually the King's chief pilot, the only one who piloted each and every plane or helicopter the King or his family ever used in person.
As Ian had greeted the pilot like the old friend he actually was, Dylan slowly started to come out of his nervousness, and with wonder in his eyes started to ask all kinds of questions about the Sikorsky.
Yes, he heard, it was equipped with all the most refined counter strike defense equipment, and yes , it was still the old Sikorsky VH-3D Seaking and not the newer type VH 92 A, that was supposed to follow the Seaking. Equipped with a twin turbo-shaft power-plant made by General Electric it was powerful and reliable enough to be used for the most important purposes.
Captain Abdullah quickly understood that Dylan was more than just interested, and he even spilled the beans about the special gas-turbines with a much higher power, the extra reinforcement using carbon-fiber-plating, and the defensive weaponry, such as countermeasure munition and decoy flares.
Captain Abdullah smiled like a dotting uncle presenting his new car to his favorite nephew, and Ian followed the two enthusiasts' conversation as they were walking around the huge helicopter, watching Dylan in wonder. The boy was soo well informed about the avionics and the specs that he could not hold back and asked:
" Wow I had no idea.. how come you know that much stuff about the helicopter?"
Captain Abdullah turned to Dr. Austin and just grinned:
"I bet he flies it all the time on the X-Box Flight Sim, Helicopters have been on it since February."
He turned to Dylan: "Isn't that right my friend?", grinning and high fiving Dylan in agreement.
Then he surprised Dylan : "What do you think? Wanna be my Right?"
Ian realized Abdullah had offered Dylan to be his Copilot. He watched the boy closely to see his reaction, and Dylan went pale, swallowed hard, closed his eyes to think about his reaction and then beamed:
" Sure, that'd be awesome Sir!" Abdullah said something in Arabic, and his actual Copilot smiled and nodded, opening the door to the spacious and luxurious cabin for Dr. Austin, handing him a Bose noise canceling headset, and offering him a glass of champagne.
He smiled conspiratorially as he said:
" The Captain most certainly won't take the direct route, not even close. Usually we take the route right by the coastline over open water, which is around 100 miles roughly, but I guess today he will test Dylan's X-Box flight abilities like he usually does with Prince Omar, and we take ...uhm .. lets say the scenic route."
Dr. Austin took a long sip of his champagne, more of a nice big slug, and handed the almost empty glass back to Captain Ahsan, who was just a few month junior to the chief pilot and also a well qualified and highly trusted member of the Air-force of the Kingdom.
The surgeon had not met the young pilot before, but he had already read the nameplate on his uniform and realized the name was perfectly fitting for the well built man. Ian had learned enough Arabic to know that Captain Abdullah was named after Muhammed's father, but Ashan had a more trivial but in this case highly fitting meaning:
Ashan meant "The most beautiful one" , and in his case this was the understatement of the century.
The big eyes of the young man, looking at Dr. Austin while he poured the surgeon more champagne, winked promisingly, and Ian felt his cock harden . He quickly had to look away and out of the window, just as the headset came to life:
"We are starting the engines!" Dylan announced in a voice brimming with excitement and awe.
Ian heard the Captain talking to flight control, the New York Air Route Traffic Control Center, ZNY, and soon the howling of the turbines started to get louder, higher pitched, almost shrieking in a piercing sound as the heavy and powerful helicopter lifted off in a most unusual way.
It almost leapt into the air, pushing Ian deep into his seat, while Ashan chuckled and said something in Arabic into the headset. The sound Ian now heard was crystal clear, and even though he did not understand the colorful metaphor, he did an educated guess.
" Showoff? You call me a showoff? " The goodhearted response came from Captain Abdullah, followed by a short comment that made Captain Ashan's dark brown eyes shoot open in surprise:
" Dylan did the liftoff!"
The flight was more or less uneventful, and maybe only 200 miles longer than originally planned. Captain Abdullah gave Dylan a nice long teaching lesson, flying out over the ocean several miles before turning north to fly over Nantucket. All in all this little detour meant the trip was three times longer than planned, but on the other hand was way more fun.
Ashan and Ian had time to talk, since the two pilots were much too busy to pay attention to the 'passengers'. Dylan even did the touchdown, Ian learned from Ashan who did a live commentary of the actions, evidently impressed by the young pilot's achievements.
Ian had taken the helicopter shuttle to the King's impressive Hamptons estate before, but to Dylan the view was more than breathtaking. The huge mansion , surrounded by the guest-villas and the several buildings for the personnel and the security was so astonishing to Dylan that he needed all of his concentration to follow what Captain Abdullah told him to finish the routines after the flight.
Even though the excited boy did not realize that the Captain never fully let the controls go, Dylan had done the landing with just a little assistance, doing an almost perfect job.
The staff speedily unloaded the luggage, and a black Mercedes G-Wagon without license plates was waiting for Dylan and Ian to be used to commute inside the perimeters of the huge estate.
Ian had seen this all before, but to have a car dedicated just to drive form A to B inside a fenced in private estate was again almost too much for the flustered boy to comprehend. Dr. Ian Austin, now in his full physician persona, put his foot down and reined the boy in:
" Let's get inside, Face time your Mom , check on Benny , and then lets take a short break, OK?" He had seen the signs. Dylan was not fully recovered yet, and the thrilling ride in the huge helicopter had been a bigger task than the boy had realized.
Not much later, after the Face time call, the man and the boy were in bed for a quick nap, and even though they had undressed each other lovingly, Dylan had simply been too tired for much action. They spent an hour in a tight embrace, Ian spooning the smaller and younger man from behind.
They were both in a deep sleep, exhausted from the events that had passed by, as Dylan slowly opened his eyes,woken by hearing a low moaning. He snuggled into his lover's arms and relaxed his muscles, as Ian, in the midst of a very exciting dream, pushed his dick right into Dylan's hungry ass.
Ian at first did not really realize that his dream had turned into reality, but soon his motions became quicker and the grunts and moans became louder. The boy of his dream turned into the boy in his arms as he woke up, and soon he fucked Dylan's tight ass hard, much harder and hungrier than ever before.
His pent up emotions broke free, the build up of tension needed to be released. He had realized earlier that the young Air-Force Captain Ashan had been tempting. Ian realized that the young sexy pilot was open for an adventure, and the long detour they had taken was nearly enough to push the pilot down to his knees and make him engulf his dick.
Ian closed his eyes in shame, but hammered his dick into Dylan even harder. He was in heat, wanted to cum, wanted to claim the ass of the boy, wanted to mark Dylan as his own territory.
He felt the boy fuck back enthusiastically, realizing Dylan was a true power bottom, loving to be fucked. What had started with a hardon after a relaxing sleep had turned into a heated frenzy of animalistic sex, and Ian could not stop, even as Dylan grunted in lust and shot his own load, a week long pent up load of ball juice of a boy who was used to cum several times each day .
Dr. Austin, being older and very well versed in the art of lovemaking, had to close his eyes and breath deep to control his own body. He wanted to change the position, wanted to see Dylan's face while fucking him, and since he knew the young man had more than enough stamina for another load, he wanted to see his lovers hard cock shoot again.
Ian pulled his dick out of Dylan's ass, prompting a low whimper, just to turn the boy on his back and lift his legs. Dylan groaned as Ian's cock slid into his ass, opening the tight tunnel up again. Ian knew he would shoot pretty soon, and as he started to move quicker and he leaned over to kiss his lover, his juices began to boil.
" UUURGHHMM BABY! I'M CUMMINGGGG!" was all he could grunt out as he unleashed the beast and shot a fat load deep into Dylan's bowels.
Panting and grunting, feeling Dylan milk his dick with his anal muscles, he wondered how much experience his innocently looking young friend actually had. The fleeting thought was swept away by a tidal wave of emotions as Dylan came as well, the second time in only minutes.
Dylan's fat cock erupted in a geyser of cum, producing even more than before, pooling in his navel, covering his tight abs, shooting up over his hard pecs and even hitting his face. The boy did not think as he grabbed his lover's head and pulled him in, kissed him deep and long before he made Ian lick up his hot semen, taste the sweet and salty cum shot, eating his hot load. The men held onto each other panting, before Ian found words:
"Oh Baby, that was incredible!" He kissed Dylan's body some more, licking up more cum, teasing and tasting the soft skin, the big dick, the still heavy nuts, the hard nipples. Dylan squirmed and grunted and wanted more, as Ian checked his watch :
"We better get up and take a shower, Baby boy, since there is a nice dinner waiting for us!"
Ian did not tell Dylan that he had planned a nice romantic evening, starting with a ride in a chauffeured Rolls-Royce Convertible, drinking Champagne on the beach while the sun set over the sea, and then having a world famous chef prepare the best french dinner anyone could dream of for them.
Everything had been planned and ordered and Ian was giddy with excitement as they had taken their shower together and now stood in a huge walk in closet full of a wardrobe that had been delivered earlier.
Dylan asked: " Wow , why is there a closet full of stuff in a guest house? Who lives here actually?"
Ian chuckled : " It's all yours, Dear.... or actually, ours." He did not hesitate to grab a hanger with a white shirt, clearly tailored, made of Egyptian cotton as he told Dylan.
" Here, feel it!" he told his inexperienced friend: "This is the best cotton you can buy, light and cool, and .." he paused while he made his naked lover slip into the shirt..." perfectly cut to show off your hot body!"
Dylan giggled since he wasn't wearing undies yet, just a white towel, matching the white shirt. He turned playfully, like he was wearing a short sort of burnoose, giggling madly as he dropped the towel and showed his round muscular ass and already hard dick.
" Dear, not fair!" Ian complained as he checked the clock. " We need to get going!"
" OK, MOM!" a playful but slightly annoyed Dylan answered. He was not much into fancy restaurants, and earlier, in bed, had even suggested having a burger or something with the personnel, but Ian had pointed out that well- trained gardeners, maids or butlers would never socialize with the master's or their master's guest's.
Ian had realized the change in the mood of the boy he loved. Dylan after all was a plumber in his "real life" , working for his money, and used to being treated like Ian wanted him to treat the personnel.
Ian , as a specialist in his field, as a world famous brain surgeon, was treated with respect. The rich and famous invited him for the weekend, treated him like royalty, while Dylan felt like the typical worker who needed to use the servant's entrance. Even though the master's desperately needed his expertise to repair something they could no live without, he usually stayed invisible to them.
Ian felt Dylan's depression and tried his best to stop his lovers change of mood. They had fun choosing the right outfit, and while Dylan wore a tan pair of trousers, made of a heavier grade of the same Egyptian cotton as his shirt, the doctor decided to wear a summer suit, light tan , with a yellow shirt and and light loafers, naturally without socks.
Dylan wore Gucci GG flip-flops perfectly matching his sexy outfit, and Ian wisely did not point out that those sandals alone cost 800 Dollar , his shirt and trousers maybe another 1500, while the Rolex Oyster Perpetual Datejust Stainless Steel he had given Dylan was worth around 6000.- bucks.
Ian saw his lover, his beloved, his soulmate, while someone else maybe saw a kept boy outfitted like a priced possession by his proud sugar daddy.
Neither of the two lovers realized the problems that might be provoked by this unintended display of wealth as Ian had lead Dylan out of the door and into an open Rolls-Royce Phantom Drophead Coupe, the convertible version of the majestic British iconic car.
The chauffeur knew exactly where they were going, and he did the slow speed of 20 miles an hour as he took a scenic route, a road overlooking the beach. Only 5 minutes later drew up, in front of a fancy restaurant right by the beach. While Dylan still hoped for a barbecue with his toes in the sand, Ian lead him to the front door and gave the waiter his name.
The man greeted the famous surgeon by his full title and name, addressing him with respect, but appraising Dylan like a piece of meat, like a sexy hustler, rented for the night by a john that intended to use him at will after a nice dinner.
" Ian, please..." Dylan started to whisper. Ian turned , took his hand, and lead him through the restaurant. Dylan realized that many people wore summer beach wear, all looking expensive, but casual as well. It was not his outfit that was out of place, he thought, it was himself.
" Ian , please.... that waiter looked at me as if i was scum! He doesn't like me!"
Ian looked Dylan deep into his eyes: " Baby-boy, remember the night we watched 'Pretty Woman' ?"
He paused for a second before he reminded Dylan of the scenes with the concierge, with the saleswomen, or with the staff-member of the hotel. Julia Roberts had felt the same as he felt now, but she overcame the hard feelings and succeeded in the end.
Dylan was not fully convinced as the waiter returned with a menu, leather bound and printed on thick expensive paper, and written ... ALL in French!