Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2005 18:34:53 +0000
From: Miguel Sanchez <miguel_sanchez55@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pilot - Part 1

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The Pilot - Part 1

Today started out much like all the others but it soon turned into one that
would change Buck Taylor's life forever.

My alarm went off at six just like every other workday for the past two
months. 'God I can't wait until the end of July,' I thought to myself as I
stumbled into the shower.

The shower finally brought myself into consciousness and I headed to the
kitchen for my first cup of coffee. I turned on the television so I could
see what progress had been made overnight on the California wildfire. I
finished my first cup then poured myself my second as I heard my co-pilot
Chase some in and holler, "Are you awake Buck?"

Oh, by the way, I'm Buck Taylor and I'm a helicopter pilot/paramedic for the
California Forestry Service Air Division. "In the kitchen dude," I shouted
back as he came in and sat down at the table.

"Any progress?" He asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee and started
watching the TV.

"A little in the east," I said taking my toast out of the toaster. "We're
going to have our hands full today. The weather report says the winds are
going to be out of the west about 25 miles per hour so it could re-ignite
everything we finally got out three days ago."

Chase shook his head and said, "I wish we could get about three days of nice
steady rain."

"You and every other pilot out here dude," I said and set my cup in the sink
and put my orange jumpsuit and boots on. "Finish your coffee and let's get
ready. I can't wait for this day to be over."

Chase downed his last mouthful then said, "OK dude, shall we get to work?"

I started out my flying career in the Army. I was what you would call a
poster boy for their helicopter pilot's school. I passed my entrance exam
with the highest marks they'd seen in a long time so I got my choice of
duties. I always wanted to fly helicopters so that's what I chose. Since I
hadn't been to college they told me I would be made a Warrant Officer. I
made basic training look like a picnic and was told if I did well at pilot's
school, I would be made a CW2. I classroom portion of the training was easy
and I took it a little too easy because the instructor said, "You better
hope you remember everything you've learned here because if you don't, I'll
wash you out faster than you can say, Oh shit."

The first day in the simulator was a piece of cake. I was making the flight
instructor eat his words. While I was flying the CO came in and was watching
me. I didn't know this at the time and when I walked out he said, "Taylor,
you're a natural. You say you've never flown before?"

"No sir," I said wondering what he meant.

"If you continue to do this well you will earn yourself another promotion,"
He said shaking my hand.

The other guys in the unit thought I was trying to kiss his ass so I decided
right then to do my time and say farewell to this man's Army. I did graduate
in the top 2% of my class and I got the promotion the CO said I would.

'Just great Buck,' I thought to myself. 'You have another problem to worry
about if you don't have enough already.'

When I graduated from flight school, I went home for a short leave before
being sent to Korea. When I landed back in El Paso my father was none to
happy seeing me wear the uniform of the same Army he served in. I loved my
mother will all my heart and if it weren't for her I would have had to find
a place to live. When I was 16 my father caught boyfriend and I in a rather
arduous embrace. He took his belt off and commenced to swinging saying,
"I'll be damned if I'll have a fucking faggot living under my roof."

He hit me across the legs once and all that did was piss me off but when he
got Billy Joe dead square on the ass, I saw red. I snatched the belt out of
his hand at started swinging wildly. I connected three times and had my fist
balled up ready to let him have it when my mother said, "All right you two,
that's just enough. No one is putting our son out of the house at sixteen
years of age. He is still a minor and I don't care what he is. Simon, you
will not hit your father either. Charles Taylor, if you ever lay a hand or
anything else on that boy ever again, I WILL divorce you. Is that clear?"

My father never laid another hand on me but life got difficult for me, to
say the least. When my father saw I was a CW3, I thought he would be proud
but instead he said, "Now this IS the last straw. I'll be damned if a faggot
is a Chief Warrant Officer in the U.S. Army. I will"

"You'll do no such thing Charles Taylor," my mother said. "Do I have to
remind you of what I said 4 years ago? I meant it then and I still do. Simon
has made something of himself and you will not destroy it. I am sure he
knows the regulations and if he breaks them then he will have to live with
the consequences."

My father snarled at me mother and said, "Yes dear, I do remember. I know
the little faggot can't keep it in his pants so it will just be a matter of
time until he busts himself."

"And that's another thing," my mother said. "I hate that word and as of this
second, it will never be used in my presence ever again."

My two weeks home totally sucked. I looked up Billy Joe and learned he was
both bi and engaged. I think that hurt worse than the names my father called
me. One evening I went to Huston and found a gay club there and did manage
to have some fun. I met a couple of nice guys and when I told them I was a
pilot in the Army they were totally proud. Thanks to the news reports of
people getting tossed out for breaking the 'Don't ask, don't tell' policy,
they understood why I had to stay in the closet.

I guess my leave wasn't too bad after all. I hated my tour in Korea but my
other duty stations weren't too bad. I had 3 years in El Paso flying out of
Ft. Sam Huston and Brooke Army Medical Center. I was in my hometown and I
got a BOQ (Batchelor's Officers Quarters) so things were nice.

Like I said, when my time was up I was gone. I hopped around from job to job
until I got on with the California Forestry Service Air Division. I was
given the rank of Lt. Jr. Grade (they like the Navy ranks, for some weird
reason) and just did my job.

As with the Army, I got promoted within six months of joining. The guys
there thought I was kissing ass until a few of them said, "Hey look guys, he
puts I his time then goes home just like the rest of us. I can tell you
this; he is a really good pilot. I heard he made CW3 in the Army just from
his grades and flying ability while in training. You don't do that by
kissing ass. I think you guys should back off and let the man do his job."

Well the guys eased off and over time I got two more promotions and was made
Senior Pilot for the day shift, which brings us to today. Chase and I headed
off to the base so we could see the latest weather forecast and charts. The
wind was supposed to come in over grid A23; that is in the northeastern area
of the fire that took us a week to get under control. We knew if strong
winds hit that area again, a lot of homes and property would probably get
destroyed.

I assisted the CO with the morning briefing then went out to pre-flight my
bird. We all took off and went to our assigned areas and Chase and I headed
for A23. Currently the winds were coming out of the east, which were to our
favor. The LA County and City Fire Departments were able to keep things
under control and were actually making progress on this portion of the fire.
At last count, over 50,000 acres of land had been destroyed and everyone
knew that number was going to go higher.

The morning went very smoothly and the wind had yet to change direction. At
eleven-thirty we decided to request permission to land and take lunch. I had
Chase call Flight Control for clearance for lunch. Chase radioed saying,
"Flight Control, Water 02. Request permission to land and take lunch."

BJ our female air traffic controller said, "Roger Water 02. Be advised winds
are coming out of the north at 10 knots. You are clear to land."

"Roger Control, Water 02 clear to land," Chase replied.

We stopped in the control center and looked at the latest charts and like
predicted, the wind was changing direction. We decided to grab a burger and
fries and eat at the office. We ate in the flight control's office with BJ
so she would have some company. We just finished eating when BJ said, "Hey
there lads, the wind has changed again. It's now coming out of the north
north east at 15 knots."

I saw the fuel truck refueling our helo so I said to Chase, "Let's hit the
bathroom and get back into the air."

Chase nodded his head in agreement and we headed back out to the flight line
so I could pre-flight the bird again. BJ gave us clearance for take off so
we headed over to A23 again and checked in with LA County Fire Dispatch. I
found out who was working in that area and called them on the radio. I
switched frequencies and said, LA County Battalion 5, Water 02."

A voice replied, "Go ahead Water 02."

"How is the wind there on the ground and what is your status?" I asked the
chief.

The chief replied, "Winds are swirling with gusts to 25 knots. Are men are
fighting hard but they are able to keep things under control."

I said back to the chief, "Be advised the winds are going to change and come
out of the east so you will need to be prepared to move out very quickly. I
will be overhead and able to supply you with water drops just give me
fifteen minutes so I can fill my bucket."

"Roger Water 02," the chief said. "We will keep you informed."

We got into the grid and started looking for flare-ups and hot spots. Things
weren't too bad when suddenly the wind changed and brought a huge wall of
fire onto the ground fighters. I called the chief and had him evacuate his
men while I headed towards the lake to fill my bucket.

On our helicopters, we have hugs buckets that hold 5,000 gallons of water.
There is a power winch we use to lower it out the underside of the bird.
Chase got the bucket down just as the lake came into view. I slowed down and
set the bucket on top of the water and it tipped onto its side so I could
begin to fill it. I dragged it and then it dipped below the surface and
finished filling itself. I gently pulled upward carrying this huge orange
bucket below my bird.

I had Chase flying while I was playing lookout with my binoculars to see
where the fire was. It took about ten minutes to reach the grid when I saw
this wall of fire heading towards homes and fire fighters. I pointed it out
to Chase and he headed for the spot. He dropped altitude to 150 feet and was
about to let go when I spotted something. It was running on what appeared
two feet but at this altitude I couldn't tell if it was man, woman or child.
The person was about 200 feet in front of the wall but the wall was gaining
ground FAST. I took the controls back from Chase and went to put my water
between the person and the wall.

By this time I had the bird positioned where I wanted her, there was less
than 100 feet separating the two. I know whoever was down there was going to
get very wet but I just hoped they didn't get hurt. Chase had the field
glasses and said, "I can't tell if it's male of female but it sure looks
like a child based on the size."

'Oh great,' I thought. 'Now I might end up hurting a kid but it's got to be
better than being burned.'

I pushed the button on my control stick and released 5,000 gallons of water.
My goal was to get it on the fire and not the child. Well, I was 98% correct
and accurate. Thanks to the wind, some of the water was blown on the kid and
it want rolling but didn't appear to be hurt. The rest of the water did hit
its intended target.

I turned the controls back over to Chase then went and put on a repelling
harness. Taking one for the child, I had Chase drop altitude to 75 feet and
hover. He looked at me like I had totally lost me mind and quite frankly, I
was beginning to wonder that myself. I took a two way radio so I could talk
with Chase then said, "Alright dude, lower away."

As I was heading towards the ground, the kid looked up and saw me. He or she
was waving so I felt they weren't injured. When I got onto the ground I
could tell it was a boy but because he was covered in mud and muck, I
couldn't tell much more.

I got the kid into the harness, strapped him to me and had him wrap his arms
around my neck for the journey skyward. Once we were safely inside the helo
I had Chase radio flight control we were returning to base. I looked at my
watch and it was almost four so our day was almost over anyway.

I undid the cable and out harnesses then removed my helmet to see who our
little guest was. This little guy was covered in lord knows what and the
shower I gave him sure didn't help things either. The only thing I could
tell was he had piercing emerald green eyes. I looked at him and said,
"Howdy there pardner, I'm Buck Taylor. Sorry about the shower."

He looked at me and smiled saying, "That's OK Mr. Taylor, it's better than
being toast. I'm Shane, Shane Williamson."

I had to laugh at him then said, "First off Mr. Taylor was my Daddy and he's
not with us any more so you can just call me Buck. Next thing is how old are
you and how did you get yourself in that fix?"

I brought him over to the bench and sat him down while I reached for my
paramedic bag. I wanted to listen to his chest to be sure he hadn't taken in
a lot of smoke. He looked a little scared but said, "I'm eleven years old
and I was trying to catch my dog that ran off."

Now I'm no real judge of age but this boy sure didn't look eleven years old.
Hell, he barely looked nine so I said, "What's your birthday son?"

He told me so fast that I knew he didn't have time to think, he just
answered. "Do you parents know where you are son?" I asked trying to see if
there might be someone who could care for him when we landed.

"I can call my parents," Shane said. "My Dad works but my Mom should be
home. She sometimes goes over to my Grandma's and I stay home so it's not a
big deal to then."

I took out my stethoscope and said, "Lift up your shirt Shane, I want to
listen to your lungs to be sure you didn't get any smoke in your lungs."

I don't know how long he was out there but even under his tee shirt, he was
filthy. I wasn't sure how I was going to get him home if we contacted his
parents. I checked his lung sounds thoroughly and with everything he had
gone through he seemed totally fine and healthy.

Chase landed the orange bird and he finally met our littlest passenger. I
opened the door and jumped out just as Chase came around. I looked at him
just as Shane came to the door. I smiled and said, "Chase Gordon I would
like you to meet Shane Williams. Shane, this is my co-pilot Chase Gordon."

Shane smiled at Chase and said, "Nice to meet you sir. Man Buck, I didn't
realize how tall you were."

Shane was correct I am tall. I stand 6'2" tall and weigh 225 pounds. I work
out to keep in shape and also to help keep my weight under control.

Man was this kid polite. He told him the same thing I did about just calling
him Chase. I gave him my cell phone and had him call his home. He handed me
the phone back and said, "That's weird Buck; I got a voice that said the
number is not in service at this time."

I called the LA County dispatcher and had them put me through to Battalion
Chief Five. I found out that the ball of fire had destroyed a large number
of homes in that area. Both power and the telephones were out everywhere. I
looked at Shane and said, "The chief just told me that a lot of homes were
destroyed when that fire ball rolled in very quickly. They aren't able to
send crews in right now to search the houses because it is just too
dangerous at the present time. What is your address?"

Shane nodded his head then I went into the office and had BJ call the chief
back to see if he could tell me anything on Shane's parents home. After I
did that, I went into the pilot's shower and got a towel for him after I got
the hose and tried to remove the mud that covered both him and his clothes.

I'm glad today is a typical summer California day. It was warm and that went
well for Shane because I hosed him down for over five minutes. Even then, he
was still filthy.

By the time I was done, BJ had made the phone call and had my answer. She
looked at me solemnly and just shook her head no. I nodded then sat Shane on
a bench and told him. I looked at him and said, "Shane, I don't know how to
say this so I'm just going to. Your house was one of those destroyed by that
huge fireball. The fire department is unable at the present time to send
someone in to see if your parents were in there at the time. I want you to
try your Grandmother's house."

I handed him my phone and again he got a message saying the phone is not in
service at this time. When he heard this, the little guy was in tears. He
looked at me with those big green eyes and said, "What am I going to do now
Buck? I don't have anywhere to go."

I picked the soggy boy up into my arms and said, "Yes you do Shane. You're
going to stay with me until we can get this sorted out. The first thing we
need to do is get you some clothes because those have seen better days."

He looked up at me and I saw a killer smile on his face. He threw his arms
around my neck and said, "Thank you Buck. I'll be good and won't give you
any trouble. Honest."

I laughed and said, "Just be yourself and you'll be fine."

I knew he needed a major shower but also something to cover his body once it
was clean. I got a plastic tarp out of the bed of my pick-up and covered the
seat so he wouldn't get it wet. Chase got inside and our first stop was the
PX to see if they happened to have some children's clothes. I looked at the
label inside his tee shirt and that was beyond reading. I next looked inside
his shorts and found a label that said size 10.

Chase sat outside with Shane while I went inside to see if I could get
lucky. I did manage to get something to cover his body with but not the
necessities to go underneath. I got the last pair of socks I thought would
fit him so I was partly in business. The only thing I could do was dry his
sneakers so we could go and get him the other things he would need.

I came out with my purchase and Shane said, "What did you find for me Buck
and please let me not look like a girl."

I handed him the bag and said, "Take a look and see."

He looked inside and let out a whoop like he just won the lottery. He was
crying tears of joy as he said, "Oh man Buck, these are so cool. I look like
you and Chase now."

Sure enough I had found two sets of children's coveralls like we wear. When
we got to the house Chase said, "Take care Shane. It's been nice to meet you
and I will see you tomorrow."

Shane shook his hand and said, "Same here Chase. I'll see you in the
morning."

Chase then looked at me and said jokingly, "Have a good night Daddy."

At first I was a little sore that he called me that but the sound of it was
very appealing. I sure didn't want a wife but the idea of raising a child
maybe just what is missing from my life. I looked at Chase and said, "Speak
for thyself Papa."

I unlocked the garage door and we entered the house that way. Once Shane was
in, I closed the door then opened the one leading to the kitchen. Shane
started to go in and I shook my head no. He looked at me and said, "What's
wrong Buck?"

I looked at him and said, "Sorry kiddo but you're not going into the house
still covered in mud. Your shoes are clean but still soaking wet. They can
go into the dryer so that won't be a problem. The rest of what you have on
is going to be a problem. The first thing I do when I get home is to take a
shower so I don't smell like a wild fire."

I took my boots off then peeled of my coveralls. Shane got the idea and
kicked off his sneakers then I put them into the dryer. He looked up at me
and asked, "Everything?"

I nodded my head then said, "When I looked at the label to see what size you
wear I couldn't help but see that you weren't wearing any underwear. But in
answer to your question, yes Shane everything comes off here to keep from
tracking mud through the house."

I didn't ask or say anything trying to make him feel more comfortable I just
reached up and dropped my boxers on the floor with my coveralls. Shane just
stared at me and said, "Wow Buck, you look great. I love your body."

He quickly stripped off his socks and shorts then immediately started
crying. I picked him up and kissed his cheek asking, "What's wrong Shane?"

He hung his head and said, "You hate me now Buck. I saw the expression when
I said I loved your body."

"Oh Shane," I said cuddling him close. "I think that was the nicest
compliment anyone has said to me in a long time. I certainly don't hate
you."

He looked up at me and said, "You don't understand Buck. I mean that I do
really love your body."

I felt his small foot start rubbing my tool and then it dawned on me what he
was trying to say. I lifted his chin up so I could see those beautiful green
eyes then said, "Son, there is no way I could hate you. If you keep rubbing
my dick and I shoot all over us I might be upset but I can never hate you
for being gay. You see, my little joystick, I'm gay too but there is only
one person besides you who knows and that's Chase."

Shane stopped moving his foot just in time and said, "I was so afraid of
being hated Buck. When all this dirt wouldn't come off I knew you would have
to bathe me and I had the hardest boner I've ever had in my life. I have
this friend named Timmy and we would fool around in the woods and have all
kinds of fun. When I saw your dick it looked perfect to me. Can I ask you
how big it is when it is like mine now?"

When I told Shane I was gay he popped wood faster than anyone I've ever
seen. I looked at him and smiled saying, "Well pardner, you're looking at 8"
of USDA prime Texas meat there."

When I said that he started laughing. I finally got the tears to stop then
he said, "Not bad Buck. I have some prime meat here too."

Now I was laughing. I picked him up and carried him into the bathroom so we
could get cleaned up then we could go find him some new clothes. He kept
poking me with his stiffy so I reached down and grabbed it saying, "If you
don't stop poking me with your joystick you're going to make a mess and
besides son, it is beginning to hurt my ribs."

"Is that my nickname now?" He asked me smiling.

"Yeah," I said still holding his tool. "That's cause you have such a cute
little joystick."

When we entered the bathroom, I sat Shane on the toilet and started the
water running. When it was the right temperature I opened the door and
motioned for Shane to step inside. He quickly jumped at the invitation and
had a huge grin on his face. He looked up at me and asked, "Are you really
going to give me a shower?"

"Yeah," I said looking at him. "Unless you want me to let the carwash scrub
your dirty hide?"

Shane thought I was serious so he looked down and said, "I don't want those
brushes on me Buck so I think I'll have you wash me."

I got Shane under the water while I started shampooing my hair and said, "I
want you to soak here while I wash myself then I will scrub you good."

Shane looked dejected. He said softly, "I was hoping I could wash you like
you're going to do for me."

I got down on my knees and let him finish my hair then said, "I'm all yours
joystick. Just get me nice and clean."

Shane's grin could have lit up the bathroom. He massaged my scalp and it
felt totally wonderful. I thought I was going to fall asleep. He had me
rinse off then a sat on the small bench I have and he started on the rest of
me. I did my arms first followed by my chest. He paid close attention to my
nipples and that started me moaning. God this kid knew what he was doing.
After a few more minutes my dick was leaking like a broken pipe. I turned
around so he could do my back then it was back under the water for a top
half rinse. When I sat back down, Shane had a sly grin on his face and I was
certain I knew what he was up to.

He started on my feet and legs and then worked his way up towards my groin.
I was still leaking from his ministrations on my nipples so I a feeling this
was going to be good. He motioned for me to stand and turn around then I
felt his soft hands on the cheeks of my butt. He washed the outside then
reached in between my legs and began working on my balls. I was moaning and
leaking I swore Chase could hear me at his place next door.

He placed his hands on my hips and turned me where he wanted me then he
began to wash my very leaking dick. He used both his hands and soaped it
until it was perfectly clean to his satisfaction. He had me step forward and
he rinsed off all the soap then lathered his hands again. I was wondering
what he was going to do when I felt his soapy hands probing in between my
buns and finding my hole. I felt a jolt of electricity hit me and my dick
jumped like it had a mind of it's own. I felt him probing my back door then
gently insert his finger and hit my prostate. I moaned saying, "Oh God
Shane, this feels wonderful. Did you and Timmy do this also?"

Shane just smiled at me and said, "This and a lot more Buck."

Now I knew what I was doing could put my whole career in jeopardy but at
this point in time I was living by the Peter Principle. The Peter Principle
is when the little head get hard, the big head goes soft and my brain was
mush. The next thing I felt was Shane's soft soapy hand enveloping my hard
firm dick. He started stroking my dick and finger fucking me and was making
my brain go even softer. He kept this up for about ten minutes then he led
me back under the water for another rinse job on my dick. After it was good
and clean it felt it get warm courtesy of Shane's mouth.

I was moaning and Shane was sucking to beat the band. I know if he continued
I was going to blow the mother of all loads right into his mouth. I moaned
then said, "Joystick, if you keep this up, you're going to get a mouthful of
something I don't think you've ever tasted before."

He took his mouth off my throbbing member and said, "I sucked Timmy's
fourteen year-old brother a few times so I know what cum tastes like."

'What hasn't this kid done?' I thought. 'I was falling in love with him
already. I knew he's not promiscuous, but what he has done he wants to do
with me? I think I've died and gone to heaven.'

He took off in high gear trying to get to the bottom of a milk shake cup in
one giant suck while fingering my prostate like a vibrator. I couldn't hold
out any longer and I moaned loudly then said, "I'm cummmmmmming joystick. Oh
God I'm cumming."

I shot so much my balls actually hurt. I fired eight of the biggest blasts I
ever have and he caught most of them. When he looked up at me he had my love
juice rolling down the sides of his mouth. He slid his finger out of my hole
then I sat him on my lap. I leaned down then Shane planted a kiss on me that
under any other circumstances would have had me hard. He looked at me then
said, "Did you like that?"

To be continued