Date: Wed, 23 Sep 2015 18:58:33 -0400
From: kenneth rodman <kenneth8rodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fwd: Flying Fairies II

			     FLYING FAIRIES II

 When I landed again in Santa Fe I called Tod first thing, not having
talked to him since I had left town. He asked if I would like to take a
flying jaunt to see some local sights from the air and we set a date to
meet at the airport on Saturday two days hence. In the nonce I was busy
setting up my digs and I was happy to take a break from that drudgery.

 It was lovely flying again and my airplane needed the exercise. On the way
I noticed a pin on his cap for the Mile High Club. I'd heard of that and it
signified that he'd gotten fucked in the air but in the little airplanes we
flew I couldn't figure out how one could manage such a thing. "Oh, you
don't need to be screwed, just having achieved an orgasm in the air other
than self induced. Would you like to join the club?" he said. There were a
lot of mountains in the area and safe flying required vigilance so I
declined. "Hey, no problem. Set course for Albuquerqe. No mountains on that
route, remain above ten thousand and drop trou. My cock was soft but when
he started to suck it, hardness ensued. He paused and said, "Look, I don't
want them examining the wreckage and finding your dick in my mouth so every
minute on the panel clock I want you to announce the altitude to me. And
tell me we're clear of terrain."

 I did, the course was safe and my cock was responding at an accelerating
rate. I asked him to swallow my load because I didn't want my upholstery
smelling of semen and my boner was getting very very sensitive. Ahh, now I
was climbing the hill toward climax. What a set of sensations: flying,
beautiful scenery, a guy sucking my weenie and ejaculation on the way. I
warned him, he slowed his sucking, I called out the altitude, and my cock
was so hard It felt like it could split like an overdone hotdog. He had
stopped sucking and was just using his lips to squeeze my glans. POW!
Relief, blessed beautiful relief. It wasn't the hardest I ever came or the
longest, but it certainly was memorable. Tod kept sucking until the last
drop oozed out. "Sheesh, I had to swallow and swallow. You must not've
popped since you left town!" He said.

 Flying back to Santa Fe he asked if I were a fisherman and I told him I
was a fan of fly fishing. "Terrific. The Flying Fairies have a fishing trip
scheduled next weekend for a great stream north of Taos. Little grass strip
so we can take my plane and we'll get some terrific trout fishing. Before I
forget, bring rubbers and lube because sometimes things get a bit
athletic."

 Two days later I was walking to the little grocery store in the
neighborhood and I passed a guy about my age picking up twigs from his
front yard. He came over, extended his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Tom
Williams. Haven't I seen you walking in the neighborhood at night?" My
gaydar was pulsing and I introduced myself and explained that it was a
hangover from the days when I had a dog who always got a bedtime walk. It
felt good to stretch my legs and get some fresh air and I stuck with the
habit, but at least I didn't have to do it in the rain. He said he was a
framer and with all the art work blossoming around he had plenty of work to
do.

 That night I walked by his house and an upstairs window shade was raised
about a foot. In profile in the lighted window was my neighbor with a very
erect quite large cock. Then in the window was his hand becoming me toward
the house. I went up the front walk and he stuck his head out of the partly
opened door. "Well, I've shown you my apparatus and I'd like to see what's
making that tent in your pants," he said. His really was a lovely organ, at
least an eight incher curving up about thirty degrees from the
horizontal. I dropped trou and he said, "Mmm, uncircumcised. I just love
the taste of a hoodie. Do you suppose I could try yours?" He was on his
knees before I could answer.

 I hadn't had much experience with receptive oral sex, but this guy was a
masterful cocksucker. His hand was. Caressing my 'nads and his tongue was
playing a tune on my weenie. He lifted his Hess and said, "Lemmie know when
you're gonna pop, I just love to watch an organ squirt."  Then back to
sucking and about two minutes later I started my journey up the
mountain. The tension in my belly rose and when I reached my second
favorite feeling, that of inevitable ejaculation, I warned him. He stroked
me slow and gentle and then my very favorite sensation was so close, so
close, soooWHAM! The jizz raced down my straining organ and shot out a
couple of feet. Again and again I spurted and his free hand kept massaging
my balls. "Oh, damn! Don't stop! Oh man, it feels so awesome!" I said. I
was finally empty and it was all I could do to keep standing up.

 "You owe me one," he said, and led me to his bedroom. He was leaking
precum and I gave his cock a tongue bath. Yummy, I just love the taste of
man juice. His cock was so hard there wasn't any skin left to let his balls
hang free; they were held tight against the root of his pecker. I told jim
I could suck it, but I'd really prefer to have it up my pooper. He didn't
say a word, he just got a condom from the bedside table, rolled it on and
lubed up. I got on my back, pulled my knees up and he slid his dick in all
the way. I told him it felt great and hoped he could do me for the rest of
the night. He must have been pretty hot from his sucking because it
couldn't have been five minutes before ho pulled out and peeled off the
rubber. His face was all screwed up like he was in pain "Jack me," he
said. About three strokes and his boner throbbed. I let go and watched his
organ squirt jizz all over my belly. Spurt after spurt shot out and his
cock jumped with every shot. Awesome. I'd never gotten a cum bath before
and I liked it. I liked the invitation to drop in any time I saw a bare
cock in his window too.

        Tod's plane was a Supercub with oversized fat tires. Excellent for
back country flying and turf runways. Plenty of room for our fishing gear
and the lunches we had packed. We were off the ground a few minutes before
6 AM in a squadron of eight airplanes of various sorts and sizes. The grass
strip north of Taos was well maintained and only a short walk to the
stream. Tod suggested I introduce myself around and warned me that he'd be
with Fred most of the day. Fred being an old fuckbuddy who had moved out of
town and was just back for this trip.

      Tim was an attractive younger guy, tall and lean. His fly rod was the
same make as mine and that led to an introduction. When he realized this
was my first Rocky Mountain trout stream, he suggested we pair up and hike
upstream about a mile to fish. We planned to catch and release except for
one fish apiece for lunch.

      The fishing was hot and heavy. There's nothing better than native
trout in a cold quick stream I discovered. By eleven the sun was high and
hot and the fishing had markedly cooled off so we headed back to the
campsite. I noticed a wedding ring on his finger and asked about that. "Oh
well, I'm truly bisexual. I like eating pussy almost as much as sucking
cock and I'm horny as a goat like all the time. Took me a while to accept
my gay side but I'm cool with it now." So we talked about our similar wake
up calls.

     The campsite was about half full of returning fishermen.  Shirts were
mostly off and the sun was really toasty. One guy was standing while
another was on his knees obviously enjoying the dick in his mouth. As we
watched more guys arrived and more got naked. We cleaned our trout, watched
the blowjob and waited for the frying pan.  "It's getting hot and so am I,"
said Tod. So 'nuff said, we shed our duds. "Ooo, you're uncut. I love the
taste of of an uncircumcised tool. Maybe you could let me relax that hardon
for you," Tod said. The frying pan was ours, we cooked 'em up and enjoyed
them as only a freshly caught trout can taste. And we watched guys making
various kinds of love.

       Two men were in a 69 suck and I told Tod I'd never done that and it
looked like fun. He was game, we found a spot in the shade and stretched
out. Our cocks were both leaking precum. No surprise having watched some
pretty torrid sex while we ate. I told him I was pretty much a rookie and I
had a bad habit of premature ejaculation so I asked him to go slow and
easy. "Sure, and you do the same for me because I always cum sooner than
I'd like myself."

        We got in a 69 and gently licked each other's cocks clean. Lordy, I
could climax easily just doing that. He took me in his mouth and began to
circle my boner with his tongue. I decided I'd play 'horse' and mimic him.
A guy a couple of feet from us was getting fucked and he started to
moan. "Oh, shit, oh shit you'r gonna make me cum. Oh, damn, OOOOOHHHH," he
yelled, and his cock began to spurt. We both had the same idea and we
suspended our sucking to watch. "Sheesh! I never get tired of watching a
boner squirt," Tim said, and then we went back to pleasuring each other's
stiffies.

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