Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2009 14:32:34 -0800
From: Tom Baxter <tbax93722@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pensacola - 7

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Pensacola - Chapter 7
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Lt Pride put Josh through the wringer on his `safe for solo' check flight
Thursday morning. 10,000 feet above southern Alabama the lieutenant took
control of the aircraft and instructed Josh to close his eyes and lean
forward, putting his head down towards his knees. Lt Pride pulled the
throttle to idle, raised the nose and slowed the aircraft to a stall. Then
he shoved his left foot to the floor deflecting the rudder full left and
pushed the control stick full forward and right sending the ailerons and
elevator to full deflection as well.

The T-34 flipped violently towards the left and fell nose down. The yaw Lt
Pride introduced onto the stalled wing sent the aircraft into an incipient
spin. The lieutenant held these inputs a bit longer until the spin fully
developed. "You have control!" Lt Pride announced. Josh sat up and opened
his eyes only to find the world spinning past his windscreen at an
incredible rate. "I have control!" Josh yelled back more from his
fundamental training than an actual description of how he felt at the
moment.

The movement of Josh's head during this violent aircraft motion disturbed
the balance sensors in his middle ear. Josh was instantly disoriented;
unaware of the feelings of up or down right or left. "Man, the lieutenant
fucked me!" Josh thought to himself. Lt Pride sat in the rear cockpit
perfectly quiet watching how Josh reacted to the situation.

Josh suddenly got a grip and told himself "Work the problem Josh –
what's the aircraft's status?" He noticed the airspeed at about 80 knots,
the gyro was rolling, the Angle of Attack was pegged at the top of the
gauge, the Vertical Speed Indicator was at 6000 feet per minute rate of
descent and the turn needle was pegged full left. Josh analyzed these
indications and realized the aircraft was in a fully developed upright spin
that it would not recover from without precise control inputs from the
pilot.

Josh implemented his spin-recovery procedures by jamming the rudder pedal
full-right and holding the control stick with both hands perfectly
centering the ailerons. He watched as the rotation of the spin slowed, but
the aircraft was sluggish to completely recover. "Push the stick forward
slightly" Lt Pride instructed in a voice that was oddly calm given that the
aircraft was plummeting towards the earth at a speed that gave them just
over one minute to impact. Josh did as the lieutenant said and he watched
the airspeed build and the angle of attack fall. When the airspeed passed
150 knots Josh pulled steadily straight back on the stick and recovered
from the dive.

"Nice job Josh!" Lt Pride congratulated. "We would have eventually come out
of the spin with the control inputs that you had set, but by pushing the
stick forward a bit more, you helped break the angle of attack and got
airflow across the wing faster." "I'll remember that next time" Josh
replied. His stomach felt sick from the combination of being violently spun
and the disorientation Lt Pride induced by having him move his head during
the spin. He just wanted to get back on the ground.

After the flight, Josh knew the lieutenant only had two choices on this
check ride, he would either stamp Josh's training form with the black "Safe
for Solo" stamp or the red "Unsatisfactory Event" stamp. Josh was relieved
when he saw "Safe for Solo" stamped boldly across the top of his grading
sheet. Lt Pride was very thorough in his debriefing of Josh, since these
were the last words of wisdom he could impart before Josh took to the skies
tomorrow all by himself.

"I'll see you at the O-Club tomorrow afternoon Josh!" said Lt Pride. "Yes
sir, I'll see you there!" said Josh. "Oh, and Josh, I prefer Jack Daniels"
the lieutenant added. "Yes sir" Josh replied not really understanding what
he meant.

Josh went over to the Study Center. "I'm safe for solo!" Josh announced to
the other student aviators. "Congratulations dude!" said Mark. Chris and
Drew had completed their solo flights earlier in the day and were busy
telling everyone how they had torn up the Pensacola skies with their
superior flying skills. Ryan and Nick had also just completed their check
flights that afternoon and had been deemed `safe for solo.' Josh would be
joining them Friday as they each climbed into an aircraft for the first
time alone.

"So my On-Wing told me he likes Jack Daniels, what's that all about?" Josh
questioned the guys. "Ya dude, you gotta buy your On-Wing a bottle of his
choice – it's tradition" replied Drew. "Fuck, I didn't know bout that
either, I guess I need to figure out what my instructor likes" said
Ryan. "I need to get down to the uniform shop to buy a necktie too" added
Josh. "While you're there, could you pick one up for me?" said
Chris. "Anybody else?" laughed Josh. "If ya don't mind, I need one too"
said Nick. "Sure!"

"So are we gonna have the whole class at the beach party on Sunday?" asked
Josh. "Ya, we should have just about everyone, I haven't heard anyone say
that they're not coming – Pete is even coming back from a trip to New
Orleans a little early in order to make it" replied Mark. "Great! We should
have a blast. Oh, and it looks like I will be bringing Brandon, my little
brother from that mentoring program." "Cool!" said Mark "I'd like to meet
him... we'll just have to keep him away from Brad as much as possible" Mark
laughed.

Josh made two more stops on base before starting home, one at the uniform
shop to buy 3 neckties and the other at the Class 6 package store to buy
the bottle of Jack Daniels for Lt Pride. Whiting Field was in Santa Rosa
County which was a dry county so Josh had to sign a form stating that he
was either consuming the alcohol on base or that he was removing it from
the county. Josh thought this was kind of a strange holdover from the
prohibition era or something.  "Boy, the South really is different from the
rest of the country" Josh thought to himself.

                            ===============

Josh took Brandon to eat dinner at the Waffle House. They realized that
this restaurant was not a normal dinner choice, but they were rushed for
time in order to make their 7:30 movie. Josh always thought the Waffle
House was entertaining how they yelled the order to the cook, who was only
a few feet away, right from your table. "Over easy, hash browns scattered,
smothered and covered!" the waitress yelled Josh's order.

Brandon ordered pancakes, sausage and grits. "What the fuck are grits,
anyway?" Josh asked Brandon. "How the hell should I know" Brandon replied
"I've just eaten `em my whole life, an I like `em." "Well, is it meat?"
Josh inquired.  "No, ya idiot! It's more like oatmeal" Brandon
laughed. "Well shit, I don't know, I've never even seen it before!" Josh
defended himself. "I'll let you try some of mine an you can grow ur food
knowledge!" joked Brandon.

Josh tried the grits and decided he didn't care much for them. "What was
that you were telling me bout `pallet' and `appreciation'? We're gonna have
to work on you to appreciate the finer parts of southern cookin!" Brandon
teased. "Ya, ya" Josh agreed that he had been caught for another of his
`snobby' moments.

The movie was a horror picture. Normally Josh didn't care much for these
because he didn't like the feeling of being `out of control' that scary
movies created. Brandon, on the other hand, loved horror movies and hardly
wanted to see anything else. Josh enjoyed the closeness that the movie
created, however, in that Brandon got scared and practically climbed into
Josh's lap.

They chose seats at the top of the theatre all the way to one corner. This
provided privacy both because most of the people stayed to the center and
it was also a bit darker. They lifted up the armrest between them allowing
them to scoot closer. Brandon had one leg over the top of Josh's and it
rest between his legs.  Josh put his hands on Brandon's inner thigh and
would occasionally squeeze tight at an intense moment of the movie to scare
Brandon. "Fucker!" Brandon would scold as he punched Josh in the arm.

Late in the movie when the scary premise began to lose its shock value,
Josh began massaging Brandon's inner thigh. Brandon reacted by relaxing and
opening his legs a bit further. Josh began to stroke up into the leg of
Brandon's shorts. Brandon had to adjust his cock a bit; it had grown hard
while pointed straight down. Brandon moved it so it was now growing towards
the left, towards Josh's hand.

By the time Josh's hand reached Brandon's boy meat it was hard as a
rock. Josh felt a small spot of moisture on Brandon's boxer briefs from his
pre-cum. Josh grabbed the shaft through the underwear and made a few
strokes on it. Brandon was vocal as ever "Aaaah!" "Shhh!" cautioned Josh
"people are gonna be more interested in us than this stupid movie."
Brandon laughed quietly as Josh worked his hand into the leg of his briefs.

Josh was now able to grab Brandon's dick flesh-on-flesh. He loved the
warmth, smoothness, and rigidity of Brandon's cock. Brandon scooted in
closer so he could rest his head on Josh's shoulder as Josh pumped away up
and down his 5" shaft. Brandon made quiet whimpers that began to increase
in their frequency.  Josh adjusted his hand such that his thumb was rubbing
right on the glans of Brandon's penis.

Josh increased the speed of his stroke as he sensed Brandon's rise in
sexual tension. Brandon began humping his entire body into Josh's hand and
started to get a little too loud with the moaning again. Josh turned his
head and caught Brandon's mouth with his. Brandon whimpered into Josh's
mouth for a few more seconds before Josh felt Brandon's body tense up and
his cock spasmed three or four times. He could feel the warm goo that now
filled the left leg of Brandon's shorts.

"That was cool!" said Brandon. "Sorry dude, didn't mean to leave you with a
mess down there" commented Josh. "Ya, we'll have to make a stop at the John
on the way out of here" laughed Brandon. Josh noticed a guy a couple rows
in front of them about 20 seats over look back a couple times. "I wonder if
he looked back when we were entangled back here?" Josh chuckled to himself
"that woulda been an eyeful!"

It was nearly 10 before they returned to Josh's apartment. As always, Josh
heard the motion of Lorna's blinds as he unlocked his door. "I wonder if
she thinks I keep strange hours with Brandon?" Josh thought to
himself. But, he didn't really care what she thought as long as she kept it
to herself.

Brandon was interested in getting his hands on Josh's private parts and
knew he didn't have a lot of time, so he led Josh down the hallway and
kissed him deeply as they reached the foot of the bed. He started lifting
Josh's shirt and Josh helped him get it over his head. Then Brandon
attacked Josh's chest with his mouth, kissing, sucking and licking his way
down to Josh's left nipple. Josh reached his arm around Brandon's head and
stroked it lovingly as his boyfriend's mouth continued down his abdomen.

Brandon loved Josh's belly button. It was right at the base of his flat,
tight abdomen and had just the right amount of indentation to be super
sexy. This was also the only place there was any hair on Josh's torso,
excepting his arm pits.  Brandon licked up and down Josh's treasure trail
and buried his tongue as deep as could in Josh's navel.

Brandon dropped to his knees in front of Josh and with his face six inches
from Josh's sexy bulge; he grabbed his belt and with both hands, tore his
blue jeans open. He had the jeans unzipped and hanging on Josh solely by
the curve of his ass in no time. Brandon enjoyed how Josh always had sexy
underwear on. This evening he was wearing a pair of Diesel briefs that
hugged his cock into a tight attractive package. At the moment, however,
Josh's cock was growing upwards and left causing the underwear waistband to
lift off of Josh's tan-lined skin.

Brandon pulled the jeans down and Josh assisted him by stepping out of them
one leg at a time while balancing himself on Brandon's shoulder. Brandon
then nudged him until Josh fell backwards onto the king sized bed, his feet
still on the floor. Brandon stayed on his knees between Josh's legs and
leaned over till his mouth made contact with Josh's swollen member through
the fabric of the Diesel briefs.

Brandon lightly chewed and blew his warm breath at Josh's cock through his
underwear. Josh was getting worked up and placed his left hand on Brandon's
head while he leaned up to get a better view of the action. Brandon loved
watching his abdominal muscles tighten as Josh lifted his torso.

Brandon slid the fingers of both hands under the waistband of Josh's briefs
and slid them down under his balls. Josh's 7" cock flopped out onto his
tight belly.  Brandon stuffed his nose into the softness of Josh's balls as
he darted his tongue in and out lightly licking the underside of his
scrotum.

Then Brandon began licking his way up Josh's shaft. Josh dug his fingers
into Brandon's long hair. Brandon grabbed Josh's cock with his right hand
and directed it right into his mouth and down his throat. Brandon loved
sucking Josh's cock and began to bounce his head up and down on it rapidly.

Josh's entire body began to join the action as his hand guided Brandon's
head and his hips thrust up to meet Brandon's mouth. "I'm gonna cum!" Josh
warned.  Brandon pulled off and began furiously pumping Josh's cock with
his hand as he was still not completely comfortable with semen in his
mouth. Josh always spurted some strong jets of sperm and the first one
caught Brandon on the chin before Brandon pointed his cock upward towards
Josh's chest. Several more bursts followed before Josh made a loud sigh and
collapsed backwards onto the bed. Brandon rested his head on Josh's thigh
and held the now wilting shaft against his face.

"Wow!" said Josh. "Why would I ever even consider sleeping with a girl? No
girl could ever do what you just did for me!" Brandon smiled, he was happy
that he had pleased his boyfriend.

"Let's go shower this off. I bet you that ur kinda crusty too under those
shorts, huh?" Josh suggested. "Ya, I got dried cum all over my leg!"
laughed Brandon.  They warmed up the shower and both stepped into the
stall. They enjoyed running their hands up and down each other's bodies
rinsing off the juice that their love had produced. Once they were clean
they stood under the warm spray in an embrace, heads on each others
shoulders.

                                 ===============

Since Josh had no flight instructor for his Solo hop, Josh briefed with the
Flight Duty Officer Friday afternoon. The FDO asked Josh to describe his
plan for the conduct of the flight. "I'm scheduled for operating area #1,
so I'll request a Saufley departure here out of Whiting Field and once I'm
established in the area I will execute the maneuvers listed on the ATF
before I go into an Outlying Field for landing practice" Josh explained.

"Which OLF do you plan to go to?" the FDO asked. "I'll try to get into
Summerdale unless the pattern is full, in which case I'll head down to
Barin."  Josh responded. "Sounds good Ensign. Tell me what you're going to
do if you get a `Chip Light'" the FDO asked Josh to recite the procedures
for this particular emergency. There was a pair of magnets within the oil
in engine gearbox that would illuminate a `chip light' in the cockpit if a
piece of metal attached itself between them. This was an indication that
the engine gears were coming apart or disintegrating.

"I'll cease my current maneuver, set 850 foot-pounds of torque, and turn
the aircraft towards the nearest suitable landing field. Upon arrival I
will execute a precautionary emergency landing approach. If the engine
fails in flight I will execute the emergency engine shutdown procedures and
land the aircraft on the nearest suitable surface" Josh recited the
procedure perfectly. "Very good Ensign. You have aircraft 381 today, it's
parked at Bravo 7, have a good flight!"  said the FDO. "Thank you sir" Josh
smiled from ear to ear and walked out onto the flight line... alone.

Josh flew southwest through the operating area. It was May now, and the
heat and humidity of the Gulf Coast formed cumulous clouds that would
likely turn to thunderstorms later in the afternoon. Josh darted and banked
around the clouds pretending he was on a low level bombing run down a tight
canyon.

Josh had enough fuel to stay airborne for two hours and still land with his
required reserve, so he decided to do a little sight seeing as well as
completing his required maneuvers. He flew out to Fort Morgan, an old fort
on a peninsula at the mouth of Mobile Bay in Alabama. He recalled reading
about the Civil War Battle of Mobile Bay in a history course in
college. And now, 130 years later, Joshua Scott roared across the top of
this historic fort in his Navy aircraft at over 200 knots.

Josh then flew east down the beach back towards Florida. Josh was amazed at
the beauty of the scenery; when he was flying with Lt Pride, he never got a
chance to look at it. The sand was sugar white and the water was crystal
clear.  The rich blue sky was framed with bright white puffy clouds. As he
passed hotels and beach parks, people would get up off their towels and
wave to him as he flew by. Josh waved his wings back and forth slightly
returning their greeting. He knew that tomorrow, he and Brandon would be on
a similar beach, some 50 miles east of here, enjoying the sun, sand and
waves as well.

"This is what I've been working for" Josh thought. "I really am a Navy
pilot now!  I'm not up here with some other pilot taking me for a ride; I'm
really doing this all myself – and I LOVE IT!"

Josh entered the landing pattern at Barin instead of Summerdale, because of
it's proximity to the beach he had just flown up. He executed six touch and
go landings, only one of which Josh was displeased with. Then the time
arrived when Josh knew he needed to begin his return to Whiting Field.

"Pensacola Approach, Navy six echo three eight one at Horak, 3000 feet,
with information India" Josh called the entry point for his recovery
approach. "Navy three eight one, Approach, radar contact, you are cleared
for the Ensley Arrival, maintain 3000 feet, altimeter two niner eight
niner" the controller cleared Josh.  "Roger, 3000 feet, two niner, eight
niner, Navy three eight one" Josh read back his assigned altitude and
altimeter setting.

Josh entered the landing pattern at Whiting North Field and made a flawless
approach and touchdown. He taxied and parked on the Charlie line. After he
shut the engine down and handed control of the aircraft off to the Plane
Captain, he packed up his kneeboard and charts and walked down the line to
the ready room. He loved the atmosphere. Pilots, plane captains, and
aircraft were all about him, some were arriving, and some were
departing. It was noisy and the smell of jet exhaust filled the air. He was
his own man with his own mission. "I could get used to this life!" Josh
thought to himself.

It was still about an hour before the Tie Cutting Ceremony was going to
begin when Josh walked into the Study Center. "I did it! I Soloed" Josh
announced.  "Awesome!" said Joe "Ryan and Nick came in from their Solos a
little while ago, I think they went to get a bite to eat." "So how many
does that make of you guys gettin your ties cut tonight?" asked
Mark. "Well," Josh began "there's me and Pete, plus Chris and Drew, and
Nick and Ryan, so I guess there'll be six of us."  "Hopefully the other
eight of us will all be Soloed by next Friday" Mark added.  "Ya, let's keep
the class together!" Josh agreed.

The aviators met in a banquet room at the Officers Club. Everyone was in
their flight suits except for the Commanding Officer, Commander Richardson,
who was dressed in Summer Khaki uniform. The six instructors and their
students that were participating in the ceremony sat up front, and the back
of the room was filled with other instructors and students that came to
drink beer, jeer at and applaud the proceedings.

CDR Richardson gave a short speech about the milestone that each of these
student aviators had just achieved. "Solo flight is about confidence and
self reliance" he began. "There are certain things in aviation that cannot
be taught, they must be experienced. And nowhere is the learning curve as
steep as behind the control stick of an aircraft piloted by only one man."

The ceremony now progressed to each instructor/student pair standing up
before the audience and relating a funny story as well as comments from the
instructor on the skills of the student. At the end of each instructor's
comments, he would take a pair of scissors and cut off the student
aviator's neck tie and the student would present his instructor with his
favorite bottle of liquor.

Lt Green stood and introduced his student "I have had the privilege for the
past month to fly with Ensign Ryan Young. Ryan and I got off to a rough
start... in that it's difficult to teach a pilot to fly when he's pukin the
whole flight!" The audience roared and Ryan hung his head low as he knew
this humiliation was coming. "He eventually learned to hold the control
stick with one hand and fly, while he held his sick bag and barfed with the
other – now that's a trick!" the aviators went wild in laughter. "But
more seriously, he did overcome that problem and has become a fine aviator
– now he just needs to clean the stains out of his flight suits!" Lt
Green reached up and grabbed the tie around Ryan's blushing neck and
snipped it off to the cheers of the crowd.

It came time for Lt Pride and Josh to stand before the rowdy aviators. "I'm
Lt Robert Pride and my on-wing is Ensign Josh Scott. I gotta say that Josh
is the best stick I've ever flown with as an on-wing, and Josh, once you're
in the fleet, I would like to extend an invitation for you to fly as my
wingman anytime!" The crowd booed. They didn't want to hear a bunch of
compliments... they wanted some Dirt!  Lt Pride put his hand up and said
"but I know that's boring, so let me tell you bout one afternoon over the
beach!" The aviators quieted to hear what the lieutenant had to say.

"There we were with a simulated engine failure setting up for a crash
landing at the waters edge and I look up to the front cockpit and see
Josh's helmet turned 90 degrees left. I say to myself – we're landing on
the sand straight ahead, what the hell is he lookin over there for and I
turned and looked myself. And there is this topless woman with the biggest
rack you've ever seen standing up on her towel, probably wonderin what
we're up to!" The aviators went wild "Hoot! Hoot!  Hoot!" they screamed. Lt
Pride got them quieted down to finish his story "So I'm like – Josh!
Let's think with the big head and not the little one and land this pig!"
and that brought the house down. Lt Pride grabbed Josh's tie, cut it off
and then shook his hand while he patted Josh on the back.

Josh was having a great time, but he didn't really understand the
lieutenant's story. He recalled that afternoon and remembered being
momentarily distracted by a flock of Sea Gulls that they almost hit as they
approached their simulated crash landing on the beach, but he never saw a
topless woman! He liked this type of misguided attention because it helped
cover his homosexuality. Since everyone that looked at him assumed he was a
lady's man, they interpreted situations from that frame of reference. The
lieutenant assumed that Josh was eye-balling a topless woman because that
is what he expected Josh would do.  Josh thought this was all just fine!

After the last instructor slashed the tie of his on-wing student, Commander
Richardson stepped up to the bar and rang the bell signifying the tapping
of a keg that was purchased by the on-wing instructors. This free beer was
the main draw that attracted so many aviators and turned the Friday
afternoon Tie- Cuttings into major parties. Josh joined the other Solo
pilots at the bar for the obligatory tequila shot. "Wings of Gold!" Pete
toasted as he raised his shot glass.  "Wings of Gold!" the other aviators
eagerly repeated. They each swallowed the tequila in one swift chug.

                             ===============

Brandon and Steve were lounging on the sofa in the living room of Brandon's
trailer. It was a hot, humid evening and the boys had shed most of their
clothing down to their boxers. "Dude, you should get us something to eat"
Steve complained. "Let me see what I can find" said Brandon as he wandered
into the kitchen. "So where's Josh tonight?" asked Steve. "He's got some
Navy ceremony tonight and then he's gotta go stay in that beach house that
he's bringin me to tomorrow" replied Brandon. "Shit, ur lucky!" said Steve.

"All I can find is macaroni and cheese, should I cook that?" Brandon
suggested.  "Sure, macaroni is cool – you got any hot dogs or tuna to
stick in it?" replied Steve. "Na, shit, I don't even have any milk, so I'm
just gonna make it with water" Brandon answered. "Fuck dude, you guys ever
go to the store round here?"  Steve complained. They sat watching Wheel of
Fortune as they ate their macaroni.

"It's good to hang with you dude" said Steve. "Ya, it's cool" agreed
Brandon. "I don't hardly see u no more since u became Josh's bitch." "Fuck
you Steve, I told you I'm not Josh's bitch!" "Well, who fucks who? That's
how u determine who the bitch is!" reasoned Steve. "We haven't even done
that! protested Brandon. "So nobody is nobody's bitch!" "Fuck, I just
assumed that a couple of fags would be fuckin. Isn't that what fags do?"
Steve questioned nonchalantly.

"Fuck you Steve! Quit calling me a fag!" yelled Brandon getting
agitated. "Fuckin fag" Steve laughed. "Fuckin Stop!" Brandon
screamed. Brandon's face was red and veins and tendons were sticking out of
his neck. Steve enjoyed pushing Brandon's buttons and tossed in one more
"Faaag!"

Brandon flipped out and jumped onto Steve. Normally Steve would have been
able to handle Brandon quite easily, but at this moment Brandon had caught
Steve off guard and he had an adrenaline rush that Steve couldn't match.
Brandon used a couple of moves that he had learned while on the wrestling
team and quickly pinned Steve, sitting on his chest and holding Steve's
arms with his knees.

"Now," said Brandon "Ur fuckin gonna suck my cock so ur just as much as a
fag as me!" "No fuckin way!" yelled Steve as he scrunched up his
nose. Brandon wasn't allowing any dissent and reached back and grabbed
Steve by the balls.  "Fuuuuck!" screamed Steve "Stop it Brandon!" Steve
struggled once again to break the hold that Brandon had on him, but to no
avail. "Ur suckin my cock!"  demanded Brandon. He let go of Steve's balls
and reached up to the fly of his boxers and flopped his semi-hard cock out
onto Steve's upper chest. Steve whimpered in pain from the attack on his
balls while Brandon inched himself forward until his cock was right above
Steve's face.

"Now lick it!" demanded Brandon. "Fuck you Brandon!" Steve shouted back.
Brandon rubbed his near hard cock back and forth across Steve's clenched
lips.  "Listen u fucker, I was nice to you and sucked ur cock when u begged
me to do it, and then u called me names afterwards" Brandon yelled. "Now I
want some fuckin payback. Suck it!" "uh-uh" Steve indicated no, without
opening his mouth.

Brandon was pissed. He reached back to Steve's balls and grabbed them tight
again. "Fuck! Ok, Ok, Ok" cried Steve. "I'll suck you if you suck me again"
Steve suggested hopefully. "Ya Steve I'll suck u, but if I let u up an u
back out on me, I swear I'll go postal on u!" Brandon warned as he once
again tightened and twisted his grip on Steve's balls. "Ok, Ok, Ok, I won't
back out!" promised Steve.  Brandon released his grip and then crawled off
of his best friend. Steve pulled his knees up into the fetal position while
he lightly sobbed in pain.

Brandon felt terrible that he had hurt his friend so badly, but felt
justified. Steve could be such an asshole and when he got on something that
irritated Brandon sometimes he just wouldn't let up. Through the years this
would usually lead to a fist fight that Steve would inevitably win, but
this evening Brandon chose a different solution. He figured - if Steve had
done as much sexually with a guy as Brandon had, then how could he possibly
continue to call him a fag?

Brandon suddenly felt sorry for Steve and laid next to him putting his arm
around him and lightly kissing the side of his face and forehead. Steve
felt loved and welcomed the warmth and comfort that Brandon was
offering. He turned his head slightly and caught Brandon's mouth. They
rubbed their tongues against each other's and explored each other's
mouths. Steve was surprised at how much he enjoyed kissing Brandon. He
rolled over and put his arm around Brandon as well.

Brandon got up off the sofa holding Steve's hand and beckoned Steve to
follow him to his bedroom. Brandon's boxers were stretched in the front
showing Steve that they weren't going in there to sleep. When Steve
promised Brandon that he would reciprocate in oral sex, he had planned to
follow through on his word, but suddenly he realized that he wasn't just
going to do it just to preserve his friendship or to get a blow job in
return, he recognized that he really wanted to.

Brandon led Steve onto the mattress on the floor of his bedroom. Steve
leaned down over Brandon and kissed him deeply as his hand explored the
smooth skin of Brandon's chest and abdomen. Brandon ran his hand down
Steve's back and into Steve's boxers cupping the right cheek of his
ass. Steve ground his hips and steel hard cock into Brandon's groin as
Brandon pulled his hand on Steve's ass cheek in towards him.

Brandon pulled down Steve's boxers and Steve assisted him in removing both
of their underwear. Now they could feel the warmth of each other's skin as
well as the stiffness of each other's cocks as Steve lay on top of Brandon
and between his legs. Steve leaned in once again to taste the pleasure of
Brandon's mouth and lips. His hand reached up to stroke Brandon's hair. He
pulled off Brandon's mouth momentarily so he could look into Brandon's deep
blue eyes. They both smiled.

Steve's hand wandered down to Brandon's chest, he discovered a perky nipple
and lowered his mouth to explore it more thoroughly. Steve enjoyed the
taste and texture of rubbing his tongue over Brandon's erect tit. Brandon
whimpered as Steve teased his breast and ran his hands across Brandon's
abdomen down onto his thighs before circling them back to his cock and
balls.

Brandon reached down and grabbed Steve's cock guiding their two cocks
together with his hand and squeezed them collectively as he stroked up and
down. Steve began to hump into Brandon's hand and groin. Their mouths
rejoined and they resumed their tongue dance and oral exploration. Steve
slipped his hand down, rubbed behind Brandon's balls and then cupped both
of their balls together.

Steve resumed licking Brandon's chest and stomach. He was enjoying this
immensely. Suddenly Steve realized that Brandon's body had been before him
his whole life, and only now was he choosing to taste its pleasures. When
Steve reached Brandon's belly button he kissed and licked at it as his chin
bumped up against Brandon's hard shaft.

Steve then decided to place his mouth onto Brandon's penis. No longer would
he be a boy who had not tasted the manhood of another. Now whenever he
yelled out "cocksucker!" or "faggot!" it would have a little different
meaning.

He enjoyed the smooth texture and warmth of Brandon's cock as he ran it in
and out of his mouth. "Fuck dude! Don't chow on it; it's not a hot dog!"
Brandon complained about Steve's teeth. Steve lifted his head for a moment
while he continued to stroke with his hand, lubricated with saliva. "Sorry
dude! I was just getting into it I guess" Steve replied. Steve reached up
to his lips to grab a stray public hair before leaning back down to resume
his new found delight.

Brandon began to moan and pump his hips as Steve got into his groove and
figured out the mechanics of fellatio. "I'm getting close!" Brandon
warned. Steve continued to suck at a frantic pace. "Duuuude! I'm about to
shoot!" reminded Brandon. Suddenly Brandon was trying to hold back the now
inevitable orgasm until he could get his straight friend's mouth off his
cock. He threw a hand down under Steve's chin and lifted, but Steve
remained fast. Brandon exploded without further warning. He leaned up and
his arms encircled Steve's head. His hips gyrated as he pumped his load
deep into Steve's throat. Finally Steve rose from his task as Brandon's
ecstasy became too intense and he begged Steve to stop.

"Dude, I tried to warn you; I tried not to jiz in ur mouth" Brandon said
panting.  Steve sat up wiping some unswallowed cum from his lips and
cheek. "I always thought that's the way a blow job was done, dude. It's not
a blow job if you finish it off with ur hand" replied Steve.

"Well, I just don't really like spooge in my mouth is all" said
Brandon. "Why not? It doesn't taste bad, it's no big deal" reasoned
Steve. "Ya, your spit doesn't taste bad either, an I get a mouth full of it
when I'm kissing you, but it would still be gross if you spit in my mouth!"
argued Brandon. Steve laughed because he knew Brandon was totally
right. "Ya, why is that? we're so afraid of each other's bodily fluids and
then we practically swim in them. You fuckin sweat all over me dude!"
Steve joked. "No more than u sweat on me, fucker!" Brandon shot back as he
pulled Steve down onto his chest and into another kiss.

Steve rolled off of Brandon and lay next to him with one leg still
intertwined. "Did u ever think bout where milk comes from as ur eatin ur
cereal in the morning?"  said Steve. "Fuck dude! That's sick!" squealed
Brandon. "I never thought about that! I don't think I'll drink any more
milk" Brandon added. "I don't think you have to worry bout that, you never
have any in this house anyway!" teased Steve.  They both laughed.

They lay there relaxing for a while and then Steve realized that their deal
included some sexual relief for him too. "So u gonna blow me too faggot?"
asked Steve. "Fuck Steve! I thought we agreed on that shit!" yelled
Brandon. "We agreed that I was blowin u and u were blowin me, but we didn't
say shit about callin each other Faggot" Steve defended. Steve rolled over
and sunk his lips back onto Brandon's.

Brandon put a hand on Steve's shoulder and guided him back onto his back as
they remained locked at the lips. Then Brandon started kissing his way down
Steve's neck and chest. After he paid Steve's nipples close attention he
grabbed Steve's rock hard cock with his hand as he licked down to his belly
button.

 As Brandon sucked on Steve's cock he thought about their discussion of
bodily fluids and Steve's true definition of a blow job. He decided to take
his load, after all, he did the last time he sucked Steve and it didn't
hurt him. When Steve reached orgasm, he was pleased that Brandon didn't
pull off. Steve shoved his cock as deep down Brandon's throat as he could
as he shot his teen cum deep into his friend.

They both collapsed onto the bed sweaty and exhausted. They lay there for a
few minutes before either of them even moved. "You know, I've blown you now
too dude, so you can call me faggot too" Steve said.

"How bout nobody calls nobody that" suggested Brandon. "Don't be such a
pussy Brandon, it's fun... it's like when two black guys call each other
`nigger'. It's ok when they say it." Brandon wasn't convinced. "Shit, guys
at school might start thinking that we really are faggots" Brandon
complained. "Fuck dude, I don't mean to call each other faggot in front of
the guys! We don't need that kinda shit.  I mean just between us, ok?" said
Steve. Brandon still didn't like it, he realized that he was probably gay,
but he also recognized that he wasn't ready to identify himself that way.

"Shit Steve, when you call me a fag it makes me think like I am one; I mean
we're not gay!" Brandon argued. "Well, I know I'm not gay, but I'm not so
sure bout you, dude" said Steve. "What the fuck do you mean?" Brandon shot
back defensively.  "Well, I'm not in love with a guy" Steve reasoned, then
he added "Ur my best friend in the world, so I spose I love you, but I know
I'm not in-love with you. U know what I mean?"  "So, ur sayin since I love
Josh I'm gay?" asked Brandon.  "That's exactly what I'm sayin!" replied
Steve.

Brandon thought about this. He didn't like the conclusiveness of such an
analogy.  Steve could see the concern that Brandon was experiencing over
this revelation.  "Don't worry bout it dude! It's no big deal" Steve
consoled Brandon. Steve rolled on his side, put his arm around Brandon and
pulled his body into his. They fell asleep in this embrace.

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