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Date: 8 Jun 92 13:18:28 GMT
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From S-Tek in Montreal: (514)597-2409

The Line Boy


     I had enjoyed a great day of flying.  The air was heavy but clear and the
temperature made the cabin comfortable with the small vent window open. I
landed and taxied to my tie down ready to call it a day but discovered that the
airport owned pickup truck blocked my space.  It was no major problem.  I
taxied to an open slot down the line and shut down.  I figured that Doug, the
weekend line boy had left the truck there and any excuse for talking to him was
O.K. with me.

     Doug was a local kid who had always hung around the airport.  He loved
flying and had managed solo just last month.  He worked for peanuts just to get
shots at a few hours of fly time whenever he could.  He was tall and muscular
with dark hair and eyes.  There was an honesty and innocence about him that I
found complimented his great looks.  He would probably be very embarassed if he
knew how often I watched him from afar.  One afternoon I spotted Doug washing
down a plane.  He had stripped off his work shirt.  He stood on a ladder, hose
and brush in hand, stretching and reaching to clean the higher surfaces.  His
back was tanned and  strong looking. It tapered from his solid shoulders to a
narrow waist.  Doug had a nearly smooth, hairless chest.  A fine brown fuzz
seemed to form between his nipples and flow toward his navel and beyond.

     Today I found Doug in the repair hanger.  He was again dressed in the
airport work uniform, navy blue work shirt and work pants.  He stood at the
parts cleaning table, up to his elbows in grease and solvent.

     "Doug.  Are you driving the pickup?" I asked.

     "Oh, I'm sorry.  I left it near your tie down because I thought you'd be
gone all day.  If you hang on a few, I'll clean my hands off and move it."

     "It's O.K. I shut down in a nearby slot for the time being.  I'll move my
plane  later when you get a chance to move the truck."  It was obvious that
Doug was concerned about my inconvenience and it showed in his eyes.

     "Sir.  The keys are right here in my pocket."  he nodded toward his right
hand pants pocket.  "Give me a few minutes or just grab them."

     I looked toward his waist and pocket.  I could see the keys hanging heavy
in that right hand side, opposite an equally heavy bulge in the left hand side.
I had no doubt what I would have done if Doug hung right instead of obviously
hanging left.  I moved forward and slid my hand into that right side, feeling
for the keys as Doug turned slightly to ease my job.  The backs of my fingers
warmed by his body heat seeping  through the trouser pocket.  I retreived them
and slid my hand out, feeling a flush fill my face. I hoped it wasn't leaving
me as red as I felt.

     "I'll be right back." I called as I turned and walked away.

     The truck started on the first try.  I drove it away from my tie down and
began getting out.  There on the floor, sticking out from under the seat, was
the glossy corner of a magazine.  A pair of feet were showing, leaving me with
no doubt that it was one of Doug's skin magazines like Playboy or Hustler.  I
reached and was surprised to find that the cover had two men on it.  Both were
naked and sucking eachother.  A black dot covered te erect cocks on each guy.
Paging through confirmed that little Doug had put the magazine to use.  Several
corners were dog earred and two sets were stuck together.  I returned the
magazine to its hiding place and locked the truck.

     When I got back to the repair hanger, Doug had washed up and was headed
for lunch.  "Here are the keys Doug."

     "Thanks sir.  I'm real sorry about that. It won't happen again."

     "No problem." I answered, trying to judge the moment.  "In fact I took a
few extra moments to read your magazine."

     It took just a second for my words to register on Doug.  A line of red
moved up his neck and face as he lowered his head for a moment.  His hands
fumbled in an embarassed way trying to find somewhere to rest.  They moved to
his pockets and he looked up.  "I found that just today.  It's not really
mine."

     "Sure.  Anything you say Doug."    "No.  I mean it.  I mean, well you
know.  I was going to throw it out when I got to the hanger here."

     Without realizing what he was doing, Doug had pushed his hands deep into
his pants pockets.  His left hand was nervously pushing against his teenage
cock. The blush in his face had started to subside as he continued to look down
at his feet, worse than any kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

     "Doug.  You're one of the nicest kids I've ever met.  In fact if I had
known that you were interested in that type of magazine I would bring you mine
when I'm done reading them."

     Doug looked up. His eyes met mine and asked questions without words. The
moment passed and he spoke to fill the empty time. "I feel stupid.  I mean I do
like that magazine but I really did find it.  I've never been with a guy, in
fact I've never been with anyone except myself."

     I stepped closer and reached out.  My hand rested on his shoulder. "Doug,
don't worry.  You'll know when its right."

     "Yeah I guess, but I want to know now."  His hand came out of his pocket
and reached up for mine.  "Please." he asked, pulling me toward the parts room. 
He closed the door behind us and turned to me.  "Tell me what to do."

     "Are you sure?" I asked.

     "Yes, Please."

     I reached for the bulge in his work pants and rested my hand on the
growing cock behind the zipper.  My hands moved to the waist of his trousers
and undid the belt and button.  I knelt in front of him, inches from his
crotch.  I lowered his zipper and pulled the fly wide letting gravity pull his
pants down to his knees.  Doug himself was unbuttoning his shirt.  It fell open
leaving him standing there with just his undershorts covering his swollen dick.

     I could see his cock pressed against the cotton, a dark spot of pre-cum
juice already soaked in where his head pushed itself toward me.  My hand slid
up his firm leg to the leg openning, paused for a moment then continued under
the cloth to touch his balls and the fuzz of his pubic hair.  I moved my
fingers alng the swollen shaft of his erect cock and pushed it upward toward
the waistband of his briefs.

     Doug reached for his shorts and tried to push them off his narrow hips. He
stepped out of his work pants, each move pressing his balls against my arm. 
His cock now stood free.  It was full and dark.  The excitment had formed the
head into a pink mushroom.  One throbing vein pulsed along the underside.

     I untangled my arm from Doug's jockeys and slide them down.  My lips took
his cock and wetly sucked him into my mouth.  There was a saltyness to his
virgin fluids that excited me more.  Cupping his balls in one hand and stroking
his cock with the other, I sucked and licked.  Pumping his rigid rod with full
firm strokes.

     Doug pressed his cock deeper into my mouth.  His hips assumed a beat of
his own.  I knew he was going to come.  I could feel the wave form in his
balls.  It moved up his cock and spurted out filling me with cum.  One load was
swollowed, a second oozed across my lips.  A third shot from his cock as he
pulled it from my mouth and aimed it at my face.  A fourth leaked out as I
again took  him into the warmth of my mouth and pressed my tongue against him.

     His young penis relaxed.  Almost as quick to calm as it was to excite.
It's size changed.  Doug finished stepping out of his briefs and pulled his
cock from my mouth.  He leaned over and picked up his undershorts, using them
to gently wipe the cum from my face.  He pulled me to my feet and kissed me,
slowly sinking down to the ground onto his own knees.

     I looked down. My own hardon pressed against my clothing.  At my feet
knelt a naked young man.  A satisfied look on his upturned face.  He undid my
own trousers and lowered them.  His fingers found the waistband of my shorts
and pulled down, turning them inside out as they moved down my legs.  His arms
and hands circled my bare legs and pulled me to him, pressing me agains his own
warm naked flesh.

     His inexperienced mouth and tongue kissed my cock, licking me and weting
the length of my dick.  His mouth gently explored the head.  Both hands jerked
at me, pulling me beyond control. I shot my own load.  Doug moved back
slightly, not holding me in his mouth, but letting my come splash on his face
and lips. A single glistening wad moved down his chin and neck, stopping as it
reached his chest.  I pulled him against me, pressing his cheek into my lap. 
No words were spoken.

     He reached for his already soiled shorts and wiped himself off. Standing
silently we both dressed, his cum stained underwear tucked in his pocket.  I
knew that flying was going to have new meaning after today.