The Teachers, Chapter 3

Race rang in on my apartment’s buzzer at precisely at 6:30 AM that Saturday morning, and we were driving onto San Jose’s general aviation airport property at 7:AM. I felt like a trespasser as we drove past several “Official Entry Only” signs. Race parked the Mustang alongside a corrugated steel hanger and then entered the building as if he owned it. There was room for four planes, but there was actually only three planes in the hanger, only one of which was his. Race entered the hanger’s office and picked up a zipped leather binder. Then he called the airport office from a desk phone and told them he was going to make a VFR (visual flight rules) trip down to Monterey. He gave them a lot of complicated information that didn’t make sense to me, and then he told them he would be in in a few minutes to file his official flight plan. Everything thing Race did suddenly seemed so professional I thought he could have been filing flight plans to fly a commercial 787 to New York.

After finishing at the airport office we drove back to the hanger where I followed Race around as he did a walk around check on his 6 seat Beechcraft Bonanza. And once that was done we boarded the plan. Race took the left side pilot’s seat while offering me the right hand co-pilot’s seat. Then he instructed me to dawn a David Clark communications headset as he did the same. Soon he was talking on the plane’s radio before he even started its engine while I marveled at the complexity of the plane’s instrument panel.

Race seemed to tell the control tower everything he wanted to do, and did nothing until they gave him permission to do it. Still it was only a short time before we were careening down the runway faster and faster until I felt the plane’s wheels lift from the ground. My heart was pounding in my chest, not out of fear, but from the shear excitement of taking flight in such a wonderful machine. Race continued to talk to me through the headsets we were both wearing, explaining everything he did, every instrument he looked at, every control surface he adjusted, and even the sights below. He explained his every move as if I was actually his co-pilot. It turned out to be an amazing flight, but it was over before I really got used to being in the air. After taxying to a tie-down point at Monterey’s general aviation airport, a car came out to pick us up and take us to the office where a rent-a-car awaited.

To me, everything we did seemed first class from beginning to end. We first went to a seaside restruant on Cannery Row where Race had breaded Abalone and I had two lobster tails in drawn butter. Race seemed happy, but didn’t really talk all that much until he surprised me by taking me to a motel. At that point I began to wonder if we were going to spend the night, but I soon realized the motel room was only so we could talk privately, because the first words out of Race’s mouth once we were secluded in our room was, “I just need to know if what you said Thursday night was true?”

His question puzzled me, so I asked, “What do you mean?”

He just looked in my eyes for what seemed like several silent seconds before he said, “That you also thought about becoming an RN so you could treat cute boys?”

I nodded in the affirmative before I answered, “Yes. But I think there is a little more to it than that.” I was immediately sorry that I had offered more information than Race had asked for, because Race immediately asked, “What do you mean? What more?”

I sat silently for a few seconds before saying, “Well, you’ve been honest with me, so I’ll tell you that maybe I am gay because I I’ve only dreamt of treating cute boys and never any girls.”

Race got the most serious look on his face before saying, “Don’t kid about such things, Andy. I didn’t ask that question so you could tease me.”

“I’m not teasing, Race. When I was a boy my mother gave me a few enemas when I was too sick to go to school. And because of how they made me feel I kind of wanted to make other boys feel that way. And so those memories have always been in the back of my mind, and they make me want to perform such treatments on other cute boys. And because I never think about doing such things to girls, I guess I have to admit that I’m probably gay.”

Without another word, Race grabbed me right there in the middle of that motel room. He took me in an embrace and kissed me before saying, “You can’t know what that means to me. I hope you know that I really want to fuck you, not just to fuck you, but to show you how much I love you. And I hope that one day I might just be that cute boy you want to give an enema to.”

I kissed Race back as I pressed my body into his, hard enough that I could feel his penis pushing back into my penis through our trousers. We continued to hug and kiss while almost dancing to silent music when Race pulled back and asked, “Are you telling me that you might want to give me an enema someday?”

His eyes almost looked sad, as I said, “Yea, I guess that’s what I’m telling you.”

Then are you also telling me that you might also let me fuck that cute little butt of yours someday?”

I smiled at him as I said, “Yea, I guess that’s what I’m telling you.”

“Yea, well now I’m wondering if maybe you might let me give you an enema before I do that?”

Again I nodded in the affirmative before I asked, “So, what do I get to do to you?”

Race pulled me in for another kiss, a long tongue sucking tongue kind of kiss before he said, “Anything you want. I don’t know if you know this, but I’m prepared to surrender my life to you. I mean it, Andy. I’ll let you do anything you want to me, and I’ll do anything you want me to do to you as long as I feel that you really love me. I mean it, Andy, anything, because I not only love you but I desperately need for you to love me more than you could possibly imagine.”

Race then took me in his arms and kissed me again. It was another long lingering kiss that involved both of our mouths, and tongues. It was all so encompassing that within seconds he had forced me back to the bed where I fell with his body on top of mine, causing that kiss to become a whole body experience.

There wasn’t a lot of talk as we continued to kiss and caress as we wrestled each other out of our cloths. So it was probably only several seconds later that we were both naked and sucking each other’s cocks to our first mutual orgasm.