FLYING FAIRIES II
When I landed again in Santa Fe I called Tod first thing, not having talked to him since I had left town. He asked if I would like to take a flying jaunt to see some local sights from the air and we set a date to meet at the airport on Saturday two days hence. In the nonce I was busy setting up my digs and I was happy to take a break from that drudgery.
It was lovely flying again and my airplane needed the exercise. On the way I noticed a pin on his cap for the Mile High Club. I'd heard of that and it signified that he'd gotten fucked in the air but in the little airplanes we flew I couldn't figure out how one could manage such a thing. "Oh, you don't need to be screwed, just having achieved an orgasm in the air other than self induced. Would you like to join the club?" he said. There were a lot of mountains in the area and safe flying required vigilance so I declined. "Hey, no problem. Set course for Albuquerqe. No mountains on that route, remain above ten thousand and drop trou. My cock was soft but when he started to suck it, hardness ensued. He paused and said, "Look, I don't want them examining the wreckage and finding your dick in my mouth so every minute on the panel clock I want you to announce the altitude to me. And tell me we're clear of terrain."
I did, the course was safe and my cock was responding at an accelerating rate. I asked him to swallow my load because I didn't want my upholstery smelling of semen and my boner was getting very very sensitive. Ahh, now I was climbing the hill toward climax. What a set of sensations: flying, beautiful scenery, a guy sucking my weenie and ejaculation on the way. I warned him, he slowed his sucking, I called out the altitude, and my cock was so hard It felt like it could split like an overdone hotdog. He had stopped sucking and was just using his lips to squeeze my glans. POW! Relief, blessed beautiful relief. It wasn't the hardest I ever came or the longest, but it certainly was memorable. Tod kept sucking until the last drop oozed out. "Sheesh, I had to swallow and swallow. You must not've popped since you left town!" He said.
Flying back to Santa Fe he asked if I were a fisherman and I told him I was a fan of fly fishing. "Terrific. The Flying Fairies have a fishing trip scheduled next weekend for a great stream north of Taos. Little grass strip so we can take my plane and we'll get some terrific trout fishing. Before I forget, bring rubbers and lube because sometimes things get a bit athletic."
Two days later I was walking to the little grocery store in the neighborhood and I passed a guy about my age picking up twigs from his front yard. He came over, extended his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Tom Williams. Haven't I seen you walking in the neighborhood at night?" My gaydar was pulsing and I introduced myself and explained that it was a hangover from the days when I had a dog who always got a bedtime walk. It felt good to stretch my legs and get some fresh air and I stuck with the habit, but at least I didn't have to do it in the rain. He said he was a framer and with all the art work blossoming around he had plenty of work to do.
That night I walked by his house and an upstairs window shade was raised about a foot. In profile in the lighted window was my neighbor with a very erect quite large cock. Then in the window was his hand becoming me toward the house. I went up the front walk and he stuck his head out of the partly opened door. "Well, I've shown you my apparatus and I'd like to see what's making that tent in your pants," he said. His really was a lovely organ, at least an eight incher curving up about thirty degrees from the horizontal. I dropped trou and he said, "Mmm, uncircumcised. I just love the taste of a hoodie. Do you suppose I could try yours?" He was on his knees before I could answer.
I hadn't had much experience with receptive oral sex, but this guy was a masterful cocksucker. His hand was. Caressing my 'nads and his tongue was playing a tune on my weenie. He lifted his Hess and said, "Lemmie know when you're gonna pop, I just love to watch an organ squirt." Then back to sucking and about two minutes later I started my journey up the mountain. The tension in my belly rose and when I reached my second favorite feeling, that of inevitable ejaculation, I warned him. He stroked me slow and gentle and then my very favorite sensation was so close, so close, soooWHAM! The jizz raced down my straining organ and shot out a couple of feet. Again and again I spurted and his free hand kept massaging my balls. "Oh, damn! Don't stop! Oh man, it feels so awesome!" I said. I was finally empty and it was all I could do to keep standing up.
"You owe me one," he said, and led me to his bedroom. He was leaking precum and I gave his cock a tongue bath. Yummy, I just love the taste of man juice. His cock was so hard there wasn't any skin left to let his balls hang free; they were held tight against the root of his pecker. I told jim I could suck it, but I'd really prefer to have it up my pooper. He didn't say a word, he just got a condom from the bedside table, rolled it on and lubed up. I got on my back, pulled my knees up and he slid his dick in all the way. I told him it felt great and hoped he could do me for the rest of the night. He must have been pretty hot from his sucking because it couldn't have been five minutes before ho pulled out and peeled off the rubber. His face was all screwed up like he was in pain "Jack me," he said. About three strokes and his boner throbbed. I let go and watched his organ squirt jizz all over my belly. Spurt after spurt shot out and his cock jumped with every shot. Awesome. I'd never gotten a cum bath before and I liked it. I liked the invitation to drop in any time I saw a bare cock in his window too.
Tod's plane was a Supercub with oversized fat tires. Excellent for back country flying and turf runways. Plenty of room for our fishing gear and the lunches we had packed. We were off the ground a few minutes before 6 AM in a squadron of eight airplanes of various sorts and sizes. The grass strip north of Taos was well maintained and only a short walk to the stream. Tod suggested I introduce myself around and warned me that he'd be with Fred most of the day. Fred being an old fuckbuddy who had moved out of town and was just back for this trip.
Tim was an attractive younger guy, tall and lean. His fly rod was the same make as mine and that led to an introduction. When he realized this was my first Rocky Mountain trout stream, he suggested we pair up and hike upstream about a mile to fish. We planned to catch and release except for one fish apiece for lunch.
The fishing was hot and heavy. There's nothing better than native trout in a cold quick stream I discovered. By eleven the sun was high and hot and the fishing had markedly cooled off so we headed back to the campsite. I noticed a wedding ring on his finger and asked about that. "Oh well, I'm truly bisexual. I like eating pussy almost as much as sucking cock and I'm horny as a goat like all the time. Took me a while to accept my gay side but I'm cool with it now." So we talked about our similar wake up calls.
The campsite was about half full of returning fishermen. Shirts were mostly off and the sun was really toasty. One guy was standing while another was on his knees obviously enjoying the dick in his mouth. As we watched more guys arrived and more got naked. We cleaned our trout, watched the blowjob and waited for the frying pan. "It's getting hot and so am I," said Tod. So 'nuff said, we shed our duds. "Ooo, you're uncut. I love the taste of of an uncircumcised tool. Maybe you could let me relax that hardon for you," Tod said. The frying pan was ours, we cooked 'em up and enjoyed them as only a freshly caught trout can taste. And we watched guys making various kinds of love.
Two men were in a 69 suck and I told Tod I'd never done that and it looked like fun. He was game, we found a spot in the shade and stretched out. Our cocks were both leaking precum. No surprise having watched some pretty torrid sex while we ate. I told him I was pretty much a rookie and I had a bad habit of premature ejaculation so I asked him to go slow and easy. "Sure, and you do the same for me because I always cum sooner than I'd like myself."
We got in a 69 and gently licked each other's cocks clean. Lordy, I could climax easily just doing that. He took me in his mouth and began to circle my boner with his tongue. I decided I'd play 'horse' and mimic him. A guy a couple of feet from us was getting fucked and he started to moan. "Oh, shit, oh shit you'r gonna make me cum. Oh, damn, OOOOOHHHH," he yelled, and his cock began to spurt. We both had the same idea and we suspended our sucking to watch. "Sheesh! I never get tired of watching a boner squirt," Tim said, and then we went back to pleasuring each other's stiffies.
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