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DAGGETT
Daggett is a small town of about 200 people located in the middle of the Mojave Desert in southern California. Unless you are really in to aviation there is no reason you would know this place. There is an airport about 13 miles east of Daggett. The airport was used to train pilots during World War Two. The military left the airport several years ago but there is a row of twenty small white houses where the most senior officers lived. Now those houses are occupied by the FAA controllers and their families. The controllers run the tower and what surprises many, they control all flights in to and out of Los Angeles International Airport. Go figure.
The government decided the airport was surplus (the same was true of the airport in Chino, California but that is a different story) so it was sold to San Bernardino County for one dollar. My father was hired by the county to manage the airport. So this is where the story begins.
My name is Brent. At twelve years old I was very excited to be moving, especially way out to the desert and to an airport even! Over 1000 fenced acres.. My own private playground. When we got there I was amazed. All the old buildings were still there, empty of course, except for those 20 white houses. There were ten two story barracks buildings set up with small apartments inside. Dad selected one across the street from the fire station. He gutted and rebuilt the inside to make it into our home. It was really radical. I had my bedroom upstairs with it's own bathroom and then next to it was my playroom. The playroom was over 25 feet long with a small kitchen at the far end which I turned in to a darkroom. My sister had a similar setup across the hall and then there were five guest bedrooms, all with baths to use as needed.
After we got settled in I started school in Daggett. My best friend was Mark. He was only a month older than myself. We hung out constantly and had a really good time together exploring all the old buildings and riding our bikes all over, even out to the gunnery range. That was a three sided building filled with sand at the end of a taxi way. The airplanes would fire their guns into the sand to make sure they were working before taking off. Mark and I would take off our clothes and roll around in the sand naked.
Usually when we got off the school bus after school Mark would go to his house to take care of his chores and homework and I would find my dad. He would show me what he was working on, how to fix things and why it was important. I learned a lot. I mentioned that the fire station was across the street from our house. When the airport was sold to the county it came with a really cool late model fire truck. My dad taught me how to drive it and how to operate all the controls.
In the fire house there was a large button on the wall. When we got a call at home from the tower that someone was coming in with mechanical trouble or God forbid a fire, it was my job to run to the fire station and push that button. It would set off sirens in several location across the airport. When my dad would hear those sirens there was no way he could get to his pickup, get to the fire station and get the fire truck down to the flight line or runway in time. So as soon as I hit that button I would jump in the fire truck and head for the runway, lights on and siren screaming. And I could drive that truck like nobody's business. The other kids on the airport looked at me like I was hot shit, and I guess I was in some ways.
There was an agriculture inspection station right outside the main entrance to the airport. One day I got a call from them that a car was on fire about three miles down the road toward Newberry. I jumped in the truck and roared off, never giving a thought to the fact that at twelve years old I had no damn business taking that truck on a state highway. I got to the car, which was totally destroyed, and put the fire out. A highway patrolman who was there talked to me for a bit and then told me he would follow me back to the airport. I figured I was in pretty deep shit. I parked the truck and walked over to my dad and the patrolman. The only thing I heard the cop say was "The kid did a hell of a job." I could think of a job I would have loved to do for the cop. His uniform pants left nothing to the imagination with a larger than usual bulge in front and the pants stretched tight across one hell of an ass.
I guess I didn't describe Mark and myself. I've got a really good tan, blond hair, stand under 5' tall and weigh about 100 pounds. My dick is cut and about 5 inches long. Mark had an older brother, Jeff, who was sixteen. Jeff recently had taught Mark how to jack off. Mark wasted no time at all in teaching me. Mark is also well tanned. His hair is very dark, almost black. He's the same height as me and probably weighs 10 or 15 pounds more than me.. All muscle. And his dick it almost identical to mine.
Our favorite place to jack off was the gunnery range. I kept a cum rag tucked in a crack in the wall. I'm quite sure we jacked off not only there but in every other building on the airport. One day out at the gunnery range while we were jacking Mark asked "You ever think about sucking a dude's cock?"
"Fuck yeah. I think about sucking your cock all the time."
Mark grinned. "Well come over here and suck it man. Suck it real good. Can I cum in your mouth? Will you swallow my cum?"
"Yes, yes and yes." I opened my mouth and sucked his sticky cock all the way in. I was tasting my first cock and I loved it. After he shot his wad I swirled it around in my mouth tasting it before swallowing. "Fuck that's good."
Mark said "Lean back and relax. It's my turn." I did and I couldn't believe how good his wet, warm mouth felt on my hard cock. When I shot my load my whole body shook. I watched as Mark tasted my cum, then swallowed it. I couldn't wait until tomorrow to do it again.
We sucked each other off almost every day after that. One afternoon we were in my playroom and I got my camera out. I had Mark suck my cock but told him not to swallow my cum this time, so he held it in his mouth. I had him stand up, look at the camera and slowly let the cum dribble out of his mouth and down his chin as I snapped several pictures. We then reversed the process and Mark got several pictures of me with his cum all around my mouth and dripping down my chin. I developed the roll of film and made 8 by 10 glossy prints of the best two pictures. I pinned them up on the wall of the dark room certain that no one else would see them because no one else ever went in there.
Ernie Parker was a drop dead gorgeous dude about 30 years old. He had a blue and white Cessna 172. The 172 is a small plane with room for the pilot and three passengers. He used his as a taxi to take people to Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Denver... really anywhere out west. He made a pretty good living doing that.
I would ride my bike down to the flight line almost every day to see if I could bum a ride. I was pretty successful doing that and ended up flying two or three times a week. As Ernie and I became closer I would frequently go up with him. He taught me how to fly the 172 and after a couple weeks of allowing me the controls he kind of laid back, looked at me and said "Make it happen dude." I was so fucking scared I was shaking. But I sure as hell made it fly! It was probably the scariest most wonderful day of my life.
Ernie had an apartment of sorts inside the large hanger. When we got back down Ernie kind of directed me to the apartment, gently guiding me with a hand on my shoulder. He handed me a Coke, he got a beer and we settled down to enjoy our cool drinks. As we talked his questions turned from school to social activities. At one point he said "So Brent, good looking dude like you got the girls hanging all over you? Is there a special one? You have a girlfriend?"
I answered "No, no and no. I mean a couple of them have made it obvious they want to be my girlfriend but I'm really not interested in girls right now. I don't want a chick calling me day and night wanting to know every damn thing I'm doing, you know?"
Ernie nodded and smiled but was quiet for a bit and then asked rather bluntly "So are you gay Brent? It's Okay if you are. I'm pretty good at keeping secrets."
I looked at Ernie with tears in my eyes. "Yeah, I'm gay. Please Ernie, don't ever tell anyone. I would fucking die if dad found out."
Ernie said "Dude, he'll never find out from me. Fact is Brent, I'm gay too. And a good looking hot guy like you? Hey, you ever want to trade blow jobs just say the word. I would die a happy man to see you drinking my cum dude."
I responded "How about now?" Ernie was grinning from ear to ear as he guided me into his bedroom. We both stripped our clothes off and laid down on the bed. Oh my God, Ernie was so fucking hot I couldn't believe it. His cock was cut, had to be over eight inches long and probably two inches thick. Damn. He was dripping pre-cum. He leaned over and kissed me, his tongue pressing against my lips trying to gain access. I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue inside, allowing him to explore just as I was exploring inside his mouth. Eventually I broke off the kiss and began nibbling and kissing his hard hot body working my way down toward his cock. "Ernie, shoot a huge load of your sticky cum in my mouth. I want you to watch me eat your cum. You are so fucking hot I can't believe it. After I eat your cum will you let me eat out your dirty asshole? I want to taste everything you got."
Ernie said "You keep talking like that you're going to get more than one load you little fuck."
I responded "Promises, promises. Shut up and just feed me."
Ernie grinned then said "Dude, I'm going to feed you so much sticky shit you'll be gagging on it, which is another thing I want to see. Would be fucking hot to see you choking on my shit."
I grinned at Ernie thinking about what he had just said. "Fuck dude. You want to see me choke on my dad's shit too?"
Ernie said "Hell yes, and I don't think he'll be grossed out or anything either. I'll ask him to stop by for a beer this afternoon. You can surprise him."
Ernie and I were playing a video game when my dad came in. Ernie got us all a drink then sat down in his easy chair. I got between his legs, opened his pants and sucked his cock down to the root. My dad said "Fuck dude, you didn't even have to ask."
Ernie responded "He's got more surprises. I don't know if he's going to tell you or just show you but I guarantee it will be fun."
At that point I coaxed Ernie to slide forward in his chair a bit, pushed his legs back and attacked his asshole like I was starving. Ernie asked "You ready dude?"
I just kind of grunted and Ernie started pushing a nice firm log out of his hole. My dad said "Fuck, he likes it. Apple didn't fall far from the tree." He got down next to me and whispered, loud enough for Ernie to hear "Eat his shit son. I'm going to blow a big fucking load watching you eat it." After I had eaten enough and we all had a cold drink I went into the bathroom and wiped off my face then returned to the living room. "Your mom is going to want to watch you do that son."
"I don't know dad. She'll probably freak out."
My dad said "No, she's not going to freak. She has come in to the bedroom to get ready for bed and looked over my shoulder. She knows I'm watching shit videos so when we get in bed and I'm fucking her I whisper in her ear that I would like to have been in the video eating that hot dude's shit. She comes so damn hard when I tell her something like that I know she's not going to freak out.
I'm pretty damn sure she would like to watch you eat Ernie's shit. Hell, she might even want to watch me eat his shit. And what would be the hottest thing ever would be to watch your momma eat her little boy's shit... Fuck, cumming."
My dad looked at Ernie. "What the fuck we gonna do with this little shit?"
Ernie answered "Well, the first thing is I'm gonna teach him how to fly. We could make even more money if he was to service dudes in the air on their way out of town. Would give new meaning to service with a smile, although we should probably say service with a shit eating grin. We'll take a covered bucket along so when he's had enough he can puke and go right back at it. Unless the dudes he is servicing would rather watch him eat his puke. That would make me cum buckets for sure."
My dad asked "You think watching him eat his puke is hot?"
Ernie answered "Man it's hotter than any shit earing I ever saw. Only thing hotter would be watching him eat other dudes' puke. But you would have to twist his balls big time to make him do it. You get his balls twisted up real tight in his sack then I'll drive my fist in to them. It will only take a few times for him to understand he has no choice."
Dad said "You know that would hurt real bad."
Ernie grinned. "Fuck yeah it will hurt bad. It will get you off won't it?"
Dad was rubbing his cock through his pants. He mumbled "Oh yeah" as he shot what looked like a huge load.
Ernie put his hand on dad's shoulder. "Don't go wasting that stuff, kid needs his protein. I'll line up enough guys to shit in his mouth so protein won't be an issue."