Usual nifty rules apply.
This is the third story in The Pilot series, a short one this time. The location details in this story are all true and I did fly in the places named, but that's where the truth ends. I thought I was a good little heterosexual boy at the time and didn't find our differently until a year later.
The Pilots
Greg's Story
Figueira da Foz
A brilliant starlit night, a beautiful girl on my arm, a gentle Atlantic breeze keeping the temperature and humidity just right, life couldn't possibly get better than this, could it?
I was in the fishing village of Figueira, in Portugal. The girl on my arm was a British Airways Hostess, in the village for a holiday, to see her sister who was married to the local vet. We had met by chance in the fish market one early morning when I went to pick up some fish for my dinner before going off to fly.
Let me explain. Esso Petroleum was drilling a couple of exploration holes on the Atlantic shelf off the coast of Portugal. I had flown a Bell 212 from England to support the operation. Myself and Tony, the other pilot, did day on day off because we were flying single pilot sorties. The helicopter was using a purpose made pad with a small temporary office built alongside. More like a garden shed than an office but it housed our paperwork and the engineer's tool boxes. I had an apartment in a block near the port as did the rest of the crew, it was small but I didn't have to share it which was a plus. The oil company had also supplied us all with little Seat cars, another plus. When I wasn't on duty I was totally independent.
We had finished dinner and were going back to my apartment for a night cap, and much more, this lady was seriously hot and I was seriously horny. Almost outside my apartment block I could see a bundle in the gutter under a street lamp. As we got closer I realised it was a body. I told Di to keep away while I checked it out. As soon as I knelt down I knew what it was. The guy was drunk. He stank worse than a brewery. I rolled him over to see that he was okay intending to help him to a more comfortable place in the gardens of my block, he wouldn't hurt for being out all night. Instead, I gasped and fell back in shock. I knew who the guy was.
His name was Henry Gonzales, Cuban- American, ex Vietnam Pilot. I had flown with him briefly two years before on an operation in the Persian Gulf. What on earth was he doing in a gutter in a Portuguese fishing village? I couldn't leave him here now but if I took him up to my apartment my evening would be shot. I turned to Di.
"I know this guy, he's another Helicopter pilot, but I haven't seen him for two years and I can't even begin to imagine what he is doing here."
She walked over to look at him, turning her nose up at the smell, booze and vomit, not very pleasant.
"You'll have to take him up to the apartment Greg and look after him. Don't worry about me, I'll get a cab. Give me a call tomorrow and we'll try this again."
She was smiling as she bent to kiss me goodnight. She knew what I expected to happen at the apartment but could obviously bear to wait another 24 hours if necessary. I cursed Henry because I knew she was right.
I got him standing and we staggered to the elevator and eventually my apartment. He was in such a state I took him straight to the bathroom and sat him on the toilet with seat down while I decided what to do. I looked him over carefully and realised all his clothes would need to be washed. He had pissed himself as well so the sum total of my observation was a mess. Dress was typical Henry a heavy plaid cowboy shirt with a white T underneath, button up jeans with an outrageous belt holding them in place, the buckle looked like a Lonsdale belt it was so huge, and cowboy boots. He was slumped on the toilet in such a way that it was easy for me to unbutton his shirt, it took me about five minutes to find the way to unbuckle his belt and then undo all the buttons on his fly. I pulled him forward and slid his shirt off and somehow managed to wrestle him out of his T shirt as well. How the hell these guys got their boots on I'll never know, it took me forever to pull them off, not helped I realised by the fact that he wasn't wearing socks. Next manoeuvre was a real dilly. I managed to get him to his feet and lean him over the vanity unit. He lay with his head on his arms and while he was semi stable I pulled his jeans and boxers down, eased each foot out in turn and threw them with his other clothes into a heap in the bath.
While he was still reasonably stable I grabbed some soap and a wash cloth and washed his backside and legs to remove the awful stench of his urine. I didn't know what he had been up to the last two years but the back view looked very much as I remembered, about the same height as me, 5 foot 10, but about six inches broader. I was slim rather than skinny, but Henry had big, well muscled shoulders and arms to match. His torso was classic, it tapered into a seriously trim waist, I guessed about 28 inches, just a bit smaller than mine, and he had very slim hips that made his butt look really cute, I suppose it was a bubble butt, although what I was doing debating what kind of a butt he had was beyond me. I stood him up and walked him to my bed picking up a couple of large towels on the way. Somehow I managed to get them spread on the bed before sitting Henry down in what I thought was the right position for his head to be on a pillow when I pushed him sideways. Perfect, then I rolled him onto his back as I lifted his legs onto the bed. Looking down on him I continued my survey. Asleep, his face was relaxed and I realised he looked like a kid, but I knew he was only three years younger than me making him 23. He had a shock of the thickest black hair I had ever seen, even features, I knew his eyes were very dark but I couldn't remember whether they were dark brown or black. His nose was fuller than an Anglo but nice proportion, as were his lips. The whole was set off by a firm no nonsense jaw. The torso was as I expected. Serious pecs and abs, strong legs and feet the same size as mine, English 8s. The sight that drew me though was his genitals. I remembered he always looked bulky down there but seeing it for real was a shocker. I guess it was about six inches and thick. I was about seven hard and quite thick as well but Henry was soft and beat me hands down. Good size ball sac and a neat patch of pubic hair. He had a small treasure trail of hair running from his naval to his pubes and that looked sexy.
Crikey, what was I thinking, I had totally scoped this guy out like some queer boy. I scuttled off to the bathroom and came back with washcloth, soap and towel, intending to give him a modified bed bath. I did, quite successfully but despite the fact he was almost comatose with drink, as I manoeuvred his cock and balls to wash them he started to get an erection.
Gay or straight there was no doubting the words needed to describe his penis as it finally reached full hardness. It was awesome. I would guess ten inches minimum, circumcised, very thick with a perfect bell head. Like the rest of him it was a lovely olive colour. I looked him over fully and realised Henry was a beautiful man, I hadn't ever really noticed him before because we were always dressed and I was straight, I thought!
I couldn't resist touching it, I had never touched a cock other than my own but Henry's was fantastic. It was so hard it shook me, but at the same time the skin covering it was soft and smooth like silk. I started to jack it gently and play with his balls. It felt so good and very soon he had covered his chest with a good quantity of his jism. I felt guilty then and cleaned him up quickly before taking his clothes to the washing machine and making myself comfortable for the night on the settee in my lounge, no bedding required so I just stripped to my briefs and crashed out.
I think I must have sensed a presence because I don't remember anyone touching me or of any noise. I opened my eyes and about two feet from me, level with my waist was Henry curled up and leaning on the settee. He moved a hand and started gently stroking my upper body as he talked.
"Thanks for last night Greg but you're the last guy I expected to see here. I know I was seriously drunk but I think I also have to thank you for a very satisfying hand job."
I blushed like hell and started to bluster but he took no notice. Instead he moved his hand lower on my torso and brushed my very hard morning wood through my cotton briefs.
"I'm quite happy to reciprocate if you would like me to."
I hopped off the bed and made a rush for the bathroom.
"No thanks Henry, I'm sure my girlfriend will take care of that tonight."
He followed me into the bathroom and to my embarrassment watched me pee before grabbing me in a bear hug and moving one hand down to pull my briefs off and play with my cock.
"Cut it out Henry, this isn't funny."
"No, you're right Greg, it's serious. You did play with me last night and I want to reciprocate before we discuss where this is going."
"It's going nowhere, now let me wash and dress and we'll talk over coffee."
Thank Christ, he let me go and five minutes later we were in the Kitchen with Henry watching as I made breakfast.
"I'm day off today although I will need to go and see the Esso Rep sometime today. Now why don't you tell me what you've been up to since Das Island and how you come to be in this little backwater?"
The story he told me gripped me totally.
"You know I left the States because I didn't want to go back to Nam for a second tour. If you want the truth, it sickened me what our troops were doing over there, so I fled to Europe and ended up with you in Abu Dhabi. That was great for about a year until I got caught in bed with a pretty little Arab boy. I was hustled out of the country in very quick time. I then went to the Congo for a year as a mercenary. That sickened me even more than Nam so I left and found myself in Angola doing the same thing. I lasted only a few weeks there. The stupid little bastard I was screwing there was the son of one of the guerrilla chiefs. He was going to kill me until his son pleaded for my life. The kid did good. He got me onto a dirty little freighter coming back to Europe with all my money and personal effects intact. I was dumped ashore here this morning. I locked all my stuff in a locker at the wharf and went on a bender. There you are, life history in two minutes."
I was shocked, I had no idea Henry was gay and told him so.
"I had no idea you were either Greg.
I protested that I wasn't.
"You may not know it old son but believe me you are gay, or at the very least bi."
"Rubbish, I've never touched another guy,"
He jumped in quickly with, "Except me."
I blushed outrageously and cont'd, "Except you, and I have a gorgeous hostess I'm screwing, or would be if it wasn't for you."
"I'll tell you what Greg. After breakfast, you and I will go back to bed and play. Let's see if you can say you aren't gay after that."
I looked him up and down, he was still naked and still gorgeous. I started to fill my briefs again and Henry noticed. He was on me in a second stroking me gently all over my body, holding me so that I couldn't get away.
Not fare. It felt so good and I really did like Henry. We had some good times for the short time we were together on Das, and I did think he was stunning. He really was sex on legs, but I had thought of it in terms of him with a woman, not me.
"Please Henry, I don't want to do this."
"Sorry Greg, you'll thank me when I've shown you your true self."
He licked my ear and then nibbled it. I went ballistic, it was so sensual. He turned me and pinned me against the fridge. I'm no wimp but Henry was twenty or thirty pounds heavier than me and knew how to use the weight so I had no chance. He had his lips on mine in a second and kissed me like he meant it. Oh God, it felt so good I melted and before I knew it I was responding big time. This guy had to be the coolest kisser in the Universe. When he let me up for air I pleaded with him. My conscious didn't want him to take me to bed, I didn't want any more gay experiences, I liked being a straight boy, it was uncomplicated and I liked living an uncomplicated life. My sub conscious was the bad guy, it was telling me to go for it. I had to admit I was curious and Henry was edible, so I went for it.
"I've no idea what this all entails Henry so go ahead and do what you like then you can leave me to get on with my boring heterosexual life."
Huh, if I had known I would have run a million miles away from him.
Henry's idea of showing me was to have me on my bed the same as he had been the previous night and to absolutely destroy my sanity. I could not even conceive of someone doing to my body what Henry did over the next hour. I swear he had electrodes running to the tips of each finger and when his cock entered me about an hour later I thought that had been energised as well. No doubt about it, Henry was an expert with, I would guess, a bucket load of natural talent.
My underpants were the first casualty, they were on the floor in no time flat. Then Henry really started. He lay on the bed next to me propped up on one elbow. He started to very casually stroke my body. Almost in the same absent minded way one would stroke a pet while thinking other thoughts, or in Henry's case talking to me.
"We weren't together long enough on Das Island for me to get to know you Greg, but I have to admit, I thought you were sexy back then, and of course, still do. You had a little Chinese girlfriend back then didn't you?"
I guess I grunted a response but all my attention was on Henry's hand. It was playing havoc with my senses. He hadn't touched any erogenous or private area of my body but I was still rampantly erect.
"I think you are my perfect man. Lightly muscled, same height as me, no chance of you dominating."
I took umbrage at that, I had always been dominant with girlfriends that was probably why my sex life was so good, they always seemed willing to take their panties off for me.
"I love your curly blond hair and blue eyes, since yesterday they look like the rabbit's caught in the car headlight."
I caught that, "What else do you expect, look at me now. In less than 24 hours I've given a guy a bath, a hand job and now I'm lying alongside him waiting for him to do God knows what to my naked body."
Henry sniggered.
"I promise Greg that what I do will have you gasping and wanting more when I'm finished."
He definitely wasn't wrong. The stroking continued, now taking in my inner thighs and my ball sac. It felt heavenly. I felt disappointment when his hand started moving back up my body, still not touching my rampant cock. Then his thumb started oscillating over my left nipple, I nearly went into outer space, God, it was incredibly sensual. I don't think anything in my life had ever felt so incredible. Both nipples were almost instantly hard as my penis and when he started to lick them I orgasmed. It was so intense I almost passed out. Henry grinned at me.
"Wow lover, I guess these can be considered erogenous regions."
He stroked both of them as he said it and I almost begged him not to touch them again. He didn't for about half an hour while he explored and found other erogenous regions that had me whimpering trying to stop him driving me crazy. I was a bundle of sensitivity. My second orgasm was when his lips slid over my glans and licked round the base of it. I was amazed that he just kept sucking me gently until I had given him all of my discharge
"Greg, you are amazing. How come you have never discovered your sexuality before? You have to be the most incredible pussy boy in the world."
I resented that, but he had started to finger me while he said it and once again my brain exploded with the feelings as Henry's finger caressed my insides. By the time he got to four fingers I was struggling to stay with it.
When he slid his glans over my sphincter I came. During the next five minutes as he fed me all of his incredible appendage I came another four times. The feel of Henry's cock as it slid in and out of my love tunnel defies description. By the time I felt his orgasm jetting into me I was lost. I wanted him to keep fucking me all day.
He did remain inside of me to give himself one more orgasm and although it felt incredible I was so far out of it having cum about six times that I could do nothing. I just fell asleep when Henry pulled out of me and it wasn't until I went to shower several hours later that I realised he had cleaned me up before falling asleep himself.
"I should be back by four Henry, are you still going to be here?"
"I guess, I'm not exactly spoilt for choice at the moment. Can you let me have a key though then I can go and get my gear from the harbour lockers?"
I gave him a set of keys and went off to see my Esso man, thinking more about Henry and I than I should. What I didn't want to think about was what I was going to say to Di. I couldn't avoid her until she left for England so I would have to make an excuse about looking after Henry. That would only work if she didn't see him. Oh well, another bridge to cross when the time came. I telephoned and got her sister which made me breath a sigh of relief.
"Could you tell your sister I'm most awfully sorry but I don't think I will be able to see her again before she goes back to England, my friend of last night is causing serious complications."
Off the hook for now, finished early with Esso, I went back to the apartment hoping Henry would want my body again. I was erect just thinking about what he had done earlier.
I walked in and could hear noises coming from my bedroom. They sounded like a couple making love which I thought was very odd so I crept to my bedroom door and quietly pushed it open. I couldn't believe what confronted me.
My missing girlfriend was naked on the bed with a naked Henry fucking her like there was no tomorrow. I watched stunned for a few minutes, realising that he was being a bit of an animal, nothing like the gentle considerate Henry that had taken my anal virginity earlier.
"Slow it down a bit Henry, you're supposed to be making love to her not killing her."
That brought the show to a halt pretty quickly. Di looked shocked and then embarrassed, Henry just grinned.
"Well she is built to take what I have Greg. You aren't so I had to be gentle with you."
My turn to look embarrassed.
"Well you'd both better get cleaned up and dressed, I'll be in the kitchen."
No point in making a scene or excuses so I was quite calm. I had fucked Di and been fucked by Henry. Henry had fucked my girlfriend so if I got the chance to fuck him I guess we would be quits except that I didn't want to fuck Di again, I wanted to get my hands on Henry's cock again, but I wanted to fuck him as well just to find out what being the top for anal sex was like, then I could make a decision about whether I was going to be a top, bottom or a little of both.
They came into the kitchen and I produced coffee for us. We sat at the breakfast bar and just looked at each other.
"There isn't any point in making a scene or throwing around accusations of treachery or whatever. Di, you've had both of us, Henry, you've had both of us. If you stay here tonight, or any night I'm going to have you. That will make us all quits, so where do we go from here?"
"I'll stay the night Greg and you can fuck my brains out, as you say that will make us quits. After that I would like to continue to fuck both of you and stay here while I sort something out."
Di and I looked at each other before looking back at Henry.
She then sighed and said, "Oh hell, I like both of you. Henry is an animal and you Greg are a gentleman. Both of you do wonderful things to me in bed so I will go to bed with either or both of you. I guess I just like sex, I'm not looking for a permanent relationship so I'm not going to go all girlie over this."
"In that case girl, I think we should let you experience anal intercourse so that Greg and I can fuck you at the same time."
I think my jaw hit the floor before it relocated. Di just went, "Hmm, that sounds rather exciting. When do you want to do that then Henry?"
Christ, this guy was going to drive me into an early grave.
"What say we take this lady to dinner Greg and then bring her back here to take a good shagging front and back?"
No argument from me, I was still going to get my hands on the monster between his legs, I might even get to fuck him in front of Di, now wouldn't that be a turn on?
So, we did. I'm sure you don't want details of us fucking the girl in both lower orifices, so we'll jump to the chase.
We cleaned up after our spit roast and Di settled comfortably in my bedroom armchair watched as Henry and I made out. I remembered what he had done to me that morning and just repeated it. I have to admit I didn't feel at all embarrassed sucking Henry, his cock really was gorgeous, I found it difficult to believe I had reached 26 and had no idea I was gay until the previous night. Henry was certainly a great catalyst, he was a beautiful man. I thought I would put on a show for Di, so I made him turn over and come up on his knees but keep his head and shoulders on the bed, I turned him at a slight angle so that Di would get a better view and made him spread his legs wide, then I started fingering him. His arse really was incredible, well muscled, very little hair, so I rimmed him as well. That fascinated Di, she made some comment about it being the same as going down on her. I didn't tell her there was no comparison. Going down on Henry's cute butt was sublime. I spent enough time working on it and playing with his cock and balls for him to cum. I rolled him over then, brought him back to a serious erection and then lubing us both up, slid gently into him. Completely out of character he sighed and made a little boy comment that only I heard.
"That is so nice Gregg, long stroke me slowly. I want you inside for ages."
So I did. I lost all sense of time. My whole world was centred on the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of Henry, I was moving around as much as I could, just to hear his oohs and aahs as I hit a new part of his inside. He was working his muscles as well until eventually I could last no longer, and neither could he.
"Faster and harder Gregg, I'm almost there again."
We both had amazingly fierce orgasm but I still didn't want to pull out, so I rolled sideways and with his legs wrapped round me we stayed connected. We kissed gently as we calmed down and I told Henry that was the best fuck I had ever had.
Di heard and just got up and left without a word. Neither of us saw her again. Henry stayed with me until my contract finished and I had to move on to The Ivory Coast for my next one. We were a pilot short for that one so I proposed that Henry go back to England, do the 212 conversion and come out to join me. The operations director was so pleased to find a pilot of Henry's experience that he jumped at it. By the time the operation was in full swing he was back with me.
Life was definitely going to be good. We had wonderful accommodation in a hotel close to the airport in Abidjan and for the next three months spent more time making love than we did flying.
Quite honestly, I never gave a thought to what we were going to do after that. We were lucky though, we changed company's a few times to do it, but we managed to stay together until we retired from flying nearly thirty years later. I never took another lover, but we did have a few threesomes in South East Asia with some of the lovely boys there.
I only had two great loves in my life, flying and Henry, great that I was able to indulge both of them.
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I hope you enjoyed this one, it brought back good memories of my time in Portugal in the early 70's. Henry was modelled on a real ex Vietnam pilot I met and worked with briefly in the Middle East when we were both in our late twenties/early thirties. To my knowledge he was a heterosexual man, as was I at the time. Well, I thought I was.
The next Pilot story is a long one where the geography is correct but nothing else in the story is true. Nat's Story. This one was previously posted in the "Arabian Nights Series", but I have extensively edited it, taking out the nasty chapter and toning it down considerably so that it is another love story with the cp being for erotic effect only. (Nothing to beat a tingling bum, inside and out!)