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The Pilots
Adam's Story
Part 2
The dream bubble bursts.
Training was everything Adam could have wished for, the quality of instruction was exciting, the subject matter mind boggling. Even with his superior brain Adam was reeling at the knowledge he was expected to absorb. Meteorology, Aerodynamics, Avionics, they were amazingly intricate subjects. The pure scope of Air Law, three exams on this subject alone and one had to be passed with 100%, was amazing.
He roomed with another young man equally as awe inspired as Adam and they started to build a friendship. Adam had to disguise his sexuality but with everything else going for him he was quite comfortable with that. John Poland dragged him away for a weekend or just an evening fairly regularly but always very discreetly so that no one else knew where he was going. He loved those sojourns, John was a gentle and considerate lover every time and Adam realised he had never topped and would like to but John was so much in control that Adam never made the move to have his first fuck.
Adam had completed his first 40 hours and earned his Private Pilot's Licence, was highly praised for his ability and went on to Instrument Training still a very happy guy. Then his world fell in.
The start of another weekend with John, chilling in front of the massive plasma screen in John's lounge, suddenly the picture changed and Adam was sat goggle eyed watching some of the raunchier sex he and John had indulged in, including the first one where Adam had lost his virginity.
Speechless Adam just looked at John.
"They are sealed in my private collection Adam for as long as you are compliant to my wishes. For instance, this weekend a few of my friends are joining us and I expect you to make their sexual satisfaction as good as you make mine."
Adam was mortified.
Saturday morning six men arrived after breakfast and were introduced to Adam. They had a pleasant morning, playing squash and swimming during which Adam realised they were all pilots. Gay pilots. A light lunch and then Adam's night mare began. These men were animals and shook Adam to the core leaving him almost catatonic after the first session. They had mauled him, almost tearing his arse apart they were so ferocious in attacking it. He couldn't think how many times he had been fucked or how many cocks had been rammed down his throat, almost all of them in both ends being buried to the hilt without any consideration for him. At the end of that first session they had all pissed on him or in him leaving him sobbing and puking on the floor of the basement room where it had all taken place. Eventually two of his rapists had carried him to a bedroom and bathed him before tending to his abused bottom and puting him to bed.
He woke on the Sunday to gentle shaking from John, who behaved as though the previous day had not happened. He was pampered in a shower, given a wonderful breakfast and treated like a God. His senses were reeling when he arrived back at flight school that night. He was sore, and ashamed of what he had done over the weekend even though he had no control over it. Several more weekends of a similar nature occurred making him very depressed and that affected his flying. Standards dropped, examination results got worse and his roommate told the director of training how worried he was about Adam.
"He is at his worst when he comes back from weekends away. He gets picked up by a silver Mercedes outside the centre, away from prying eyes, but I followed him one weekend. He is taken to a house on the downs. I think something horrible happens to him there."
The director looked at Adam's file and noted that a superior pilot trainee had started to go downhill at about the time his roommate said the away weekends had resulted in Adam returning looking devastated.
It was an easy step then to have Adam followed and the house concerned kept under surveillance. A quick check on the visitors uncovered a hard core of gay pilots that were known about but it was their proclivity for sadism that lit bulbs in the director's head. Was Adam being forced into sadistic gay abuse. That was the obvious conclusion but it didn't make sense, being gay wouldn't affect his promotion so blackmail appeared to be out. Bite the bullet. Monday morning the director sent for Adam.
"I have looked at your recent performance Adam and have decided to terminate your training. Please return all your equipment to stores and clear this centre by lunch time. Of course we will be unable to give you any kind of reference that would enable you to complete your training elsewhere."
The effect was exactly what he had expected and wanted. Adam just folded up breaking down and going into convulsions. The director knew that Adam was the most single minded, almost fanatically enthusiastic trainee he had ever had. To curtail his training would destroy him. Paramedics were stood by and Adam was on a drip and on his way to hospital within five minutes of his collapse. Stabilised but still deeply emotional Adam had his first and only visitor.
"Adam I am going to make you a promise. I will reinstate you in the training programme, as long as you tell me everything you have been doing at the home of the operations chief."
Tape recorder going Adam told the director everything that had happened to him from the time that John Poland had walked him out of the interview complex. The tape was passed to the police and a raid on John Poland's house resulted in the confiscation of all the tapes and criminal charges being levelled at him. The pilots all faced censure for their actions but were spared termination of contracts because they convinced a court that they thought Adam was a willing masochist. Bullshit of course but there was no proof to the contrary.
The result of the very public court case was Adam being outed in the most public fashion. It was, therefore, with great trepidation that he returned to flying training. Amazing, no one mentioned it, he was welcomed back by all the people he had been associating with as though nothing had happened, except for his roommate. Leo was another well buffed and handsome young man. When he and Adam were alone in their shared room after instruction that first day back Leo stood in front of him, arms across his chest, looking very annoyed.
"Why didn't you tell me you were gay?"
Adam winced, he liked Leo and he hoped this wasn't the beginning of a nasty session of homophobia.
"It's not something you broadcast Leo, look at you now that you know, you're completely anti and now our training is going to be disrupted again while we find alternative accommodation."
"No it bloody isn't, and I'm not anti, I'm just pissed off that the guy I have lusted after since the moment I set eyes on him has let us waste all this time without seeing if we could enjoy each other's bodies as well as our company."
Adam was goggle eyed with shock.
"But you aren't gay!"
Leo laughed, "I didn't know you were either, I guess neither of us has Gaydar worth a shit."
He grabbed Adam in a bear hug and kissed the side of his neck before saying, "I hope the remainder of our training time is going to be very exciting when we are alone."
It was, Leo was a very flexible lover being quite happy to top or bottom. The first time he let Adam make love to him Adam was in heaven. Sliding his penis over Leo's sphincter and then fucking him to a mighty orgasm had Adam reeling.
Two young men passed out of training with their wings and appointments as third officers. They purchased an apartment together between Heathrow and Gatwick and virtually never saw each other because of their schedules, but when they did it was Paradise.
It was a very unpleasant start to a gay life for Adam but a wonderfully satisfying one with Leo. Each home coming was like a honeymoon, they hardly got out of bed for the first couple of days they were together.
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I wrote twelve Pilot stories, thoroughly enjoying the exercise, but since I started posting them I have received only one reader feedback so I guess my pleasure wasn't matched by yours. Adam's story will therefore be the last one I post in this series.
My next one, which will also go into Historical, I would imagine, it is the story of a love between a headmaster and a pupil at a boy's public school in England starting in 1897. (The year that the playwright, Oscar Wilde, went to prison for Homosexuality