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By Root 1 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. Absolutely Male Has Tons of Gay Male Story Content Including Pictures of Nude Gay Porn and Gay Sex Movies Plus Its Loaded with Erotic Gay Stories and Even LIVE Gay Sex Videos of Guys Showing Off Their Big Hairy Dicks and Having Gay Anal Sex in this Gay Male Story Content at Absolutely Male the #1 Adult Gay Site on the Internet.ENTER
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