Learning to Fly

By Dave MacMillan (Of Blessed Memory)

Published on Aug 24, 2023

Gay

Learning To Fly by Dave MacMillan

'lo all, here's chapter 5 for you, only 10 more to go. I hope you're enjoying Mark's learning to use his homosexual wings - of course, he isn't the only one to have sprouted them. If you can't wait another 10 months to find out what happens to whom, you can get your complete copy of this novel as well as 3 of the other 4 I'm serialising on Nifty. I'll need your name and address, including postal code, your MC or Visa card # and expiry. Order from vonmuribor@aol.com to speed things up. You receive your novel(s) the same day.

CHAPTER FIVE

I found Frank sitting in the family room when I came in with a sack-ful of Chinese goodies. Henry or Jimmy one was entertaining him by swirling a loop of rope just above the coffee table and some crystal doodads on it Mom prized more than life itself. The other brother was going on about how he bet Frank and I helped each other out a lot, being such good buddies.

The twins were back to getting a lay of the sexual terrain and talking in code; I saw immediately Frank wasn't really putting his mind into deciphering it. He just nodded and watched the ring of rope rise and fall in the hands of a guy who apparently knew a lot about lassoes and roping doggies and whatever else there was on that church farm in Montana's purple majesty.

'Want to help me set this stuff up,' I called out to the audience of one, breaking into the twins' attempt to please and Frank's boredom.

My best buddy saw the food in my hands, hopped up, and started for the kitchen to intercept me as soon as I reached the door. 'Where did you pick up the Hitlerjungen?' he demanded as soon as we were both inside the kitchen.

'Father Ralph brought them over this afternoon.' I chuckled. 'Seems Mom said we'd put them up for the next week.'

His face fell. 'Jesus! That sure puts a crimp in our plans, Mark.'

'They put out,' I told him, setting bags full of food on the breakfast table.

'They do?' Suspicion immediately replaced surprise on his face. 'How the fuck do you know that?'

'We got into it earlier.'

He stared at me. 'Jesus! Mark Edwards, how could you? I leave you alone for a few hours and you become the happy faggot going down on every pole around.' 'They were here, they were interested just like I was-'

'You knew I'd be over this evening. You could've just jerked off and waited for me.'

I faced him. 'Frank, we're friends. But you made it pretty damned plain we weren't ever going to be anything else-'

'I sucked you off.'

'They get fucked too. Look. It's just sex with them - just like it is with you. The only difference is we've known each other all our lives.'

'Yeah-' He wasn't liking it but he was trying to digest it. I wondered if there was something more Frank hadn't shown me. I wondered if I cared if there was.

I had come a long way since yesterday at the reservoir.

It was pretty amazing what a guy could find out about himself if he'd let himself go and open up to the experiences that came his way.

Me - a little more than a day ago I was convinced I loved this guy. It was the only way I thought I could justify doing what I wanted. Now, I knew better.

I did like him. I cared for him. As a friend. As a buddy who did a good job helping me out. But love? I didn't think so.

'They really put out?'

I nodded. 'I rode Jimmy this afternoon.'

'Yeah?' Frank had his thinking cap on - or his cock did. Whatever he might feel for me had moved to a far back burner and was barely simmering. He grinned finally. 'This might prove to be a very interesting evening,' he allowed.

I pulled down plates and opened cartons. 'Hey, guys,' I called to the brothers in the other room, 'chow's on.'

It was Saturday night and we were four good-looking young guys who weren't unfamiliar with ass, mouth, and cock and how they could come together. As we sat around the kitchen table wolfing Chinese food, I'd have thought somebody would have the balls to suggest things we could do at home. Together.

Frank sure wasn't a blushing violet when it came to getting a guy to swing on his rod. The Aryan brothers might have problems suggesting it - especially after Henry blistered Jimmy's ass half the afternoon for his getting hot while I fucked him - but I didn't doubt they'd go along with a physically interesting suggestion. Me? I was as quiet as a church mouse waiting for an inquisitive pussy to show.

I took the tom cat by the whiskers. 'What would you guys be doing if you were back in camp?' I asked the Christian Soldiers.

'Saturday nights?' Jimmy said wistfully. 'We'd have finished at the shooting range-?' He glanced over to Henry for support.

'Chowed down and bathed,' the taciturn twin added.

'Bible study would be over by now,' Jimmy concluded.

'Yeah,' Henry appended. 'Probably about how God smote the Sodomites, knowing Monsignor Robertson. He likes that story.'

Frank stared at the two men in disbelief.

'When we come to power,' Jimmy mused, 'we'll probably do some house cleaning like that with America's Sodomites.'

'What?' I demanded, remembering this same face saying these words slurping on his brother's cock while I ploughed his backside earlier in the afternoon.

'The Holy Father has made it very plain homosexuality is an abomination,' Henry explained, reciting the words like a third-grader who had memorized his lessons well and was proud of his feat.

'The Church is going to have to clean America up once we've got it in our hands.' He smiled beatifically. 'Monsignor Robertson says we'll need another inquisition to clean out all the sin in this country so we can give it to God.'

I looked at Frank fearfully. Talk about Hitlerjungen. These boys were talking about Tomorrow Is Mine sung to the tune of Onward, Christian Soldiers. Hitler had become the Church of Rome. Alive and well in the U. S. of A.

'Neither one of you looked ready to be put on the rack this afternoon,' I reminded them. They blushed together.

It was hard to get serious with Henry and Jimmy in this moron's mode knowing what I did about them. Idly, I wondered if all twins were as blindered or if it took christianity to do them in.

'We were-' Jimmy looked to Henry for help.

'We needed relief, Mark,' the other blond Aryan finished for his brother. 'As did you.'

'How about now?' I asked, pushing slightly away from the table. 'Do you need more relief - or do you just do it once a week or so when your balls are hurting so bad you can't stand it?'

Henry stared at me and Frank blushed. 'You mean, you'd do it again this soon?' Jimmy asked, staring at me.

'Why not?' I grumped and felt my cock moving in my shorts. It didn't care about inquisitions and shit. It just liked sex and knew these two guys were good for plenty of it. And Frank Ciencias was no slouch either. I was ready to go along for the ride.

'Is your need that great?' Henry asked and I was absolutely sure he was serious. I started wondering if a guy with a body like his could really be as under-sexed as he was pretending to be.

'How about you?' I asked back. 'Wouldn't your cock like to get into something? Can you think of anything better to do on a Saturday night than get into some really serous - uh - relief?'

Henry leaned back in his chair, gazed at me, then at Frank, and finally at his brother. He looked down between his legs and back at his brother. I saw Jimmy nod slightly. 'You'd want that?' he asked. 'Both of you?'

Frank was finally out of the gate and, for the first time, I noticed his eyes were a little glassy. 'Yeah.' He grinned. 'That could be real nice.'

I shrugged when Henry looked over at me - and grinned back at him.

'Well, let's get the dishes washed and the garbage taken out so we can get into it,' Henry said, taking charge. He shoved his chair from the table at the same time Jimmy was doing the same thing.

I wondered for a second or two if this camp in Montana taught its 500 boys to do everything in unison. Five hundred hard, good-looking automata pulling their cocks out at the same time, wanking their puds to the same tempo, and shooting in unison. It'd be interesting to watch. The fun at the dawn of the new christianity. Hairy but interesting.

Henry and Jimmy pulled their t -shirts off as we entered the family room. Frank watched spellbound as muscular, hairless, and tanned pecs flexed; I simply got out of my clothes as fast as I could.

I had got hot just thinking about it while we rinsed dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I was hard by the time we filed into the room and wanted a cock or two anywhere I could put it/them. I stopped by the couch and picked a couple of foiled packets from my paper bag lying there.

Jimmy broke from his brother and sidled up to me. 'Would you let me relieve myself inside you, Mark?' he asked nicely, his eyes searching mine.

I grinned. 'I can't think of a thing I'd rather do at the moment,' I allowed, handed him a packet, and sent my hands to his hips to help him out of his shorts while my lips went in search of his nipples.

He gasped. I ran the rough part of my tongue over his nearest nipple and he groaned as his shorts slipped onto his thighs. I took his cock in one hand and sent the other one to explore the nearest butt-bubble. He writhed and moaned.

My tongue started the long journey downward and made it in record time, detouring only at his belly button to rim it. I heard Henry tell Frank to suck him across the room and didn't think any more about my best buddy as my tongue made a path up through the ridges and veins of Jimmy's shaft to its flanged knob.

I was bobbing along, my mind in Jupiter orbit waiting for the word to shove off into hyperspace. Jimmy was moaning regularly above me and humping my face. I held the bottom third of his cock in my hand, jacking him as I pulled away, the bottom two fingers playing in his pubes as my lips rushed down his shaft.

My other hand had found his crack and my fingertips were still exploring that crevice I got to know intimately in the afternoon. My exploration had taken a while but I had arrived at his pucker and had a finger playing with it.

'I'm getting close,' he mumbled, his voice husky with his lust. I shoved the finger into his ass and he groaned.

'I - don't!'

I looked up past his well-muscled abs and pecs to see his glassy eyes watching me.

'I want to fuck you, Mark,' he said quietly, his voice even more husky. Those were the magic words. I pulled my lips off him and was sitting back on my haunches, swiveling around to get to my hands and feet in record time.

'Put a rubber on it,' I told him and got ready to go into hyperspace. A moment later, I felt his plastic-covered cockhead slide along my crack looking for my puckered entrance. I grabbed my cock. I was ready.

He found me and punched through without foreplay. He hit the button as he passed through my assring and I was traveling past the speed of light.

'What do you mean, you don't do uncircumcised dick?' Frank's angry voice demanded.

I was into hyperdrive, leaping out of the solar system. His voice registered but it didn't mean anything. I had already gone through my final check-list and was closing in on warp speed.

There was shuffling behind us. I paid it no attention.

'What the fuck?' Frank howled and Jimmy's cock hit the eight inch marker in my love chute.

I groaned. Only, José had managed to score that high. This boy was going for the gold.

'Get this fucking rope off me,' Frank howled and a crewman on my private spaceship tried to bring my attention back to what was happening on good old earth. But I was in command and Jimmy's cock was pounding my butt sending me along at super warp drive.

'Use a frigging rubber!' Frank yelped at just my level of conscious hearing.

Whatever Frank and Henry were doing, there were no more voices to pull at me. The only sounds I was hearing was Jimmy's balls plopping against my asscheeks and my own groans or pleasure. Yeah!

I was close. My balls rode my shaft and I fisted it with abandon while the Christian Soldier plugged my ass with thick, hard Montana range-bred cock over and over again. I let myself slide over the edge and sprayed Mom's carpet with spunk. Jimmy didn't even know it, he kept right on filling my ass for me - for us.

'Jimmy, let's trade,' Henry called from across the room but it didn't register. Not until Jimmy pulled his drive shaft all the way out of me and I felt myself falling out of hyperspace. Before I could fall all the way down to impulse power, I felt knees slip inside my legs. I looked over my shoulder and saw a friendly Teutonic face grinning back at me. His cock touched my pucker.

'Rubber?' I asked, looking back at him and surprised I was thinking that clearly.

'Got you covered, Mark,' Henry assured me and pushed his way home - all the way to the eight inch mark and past it.

I groaned. Behind him, I saw Frank's upper body lying on the couch, his butt sticking out and his hands tied behind him - as I ha been last night. With the same buff body kneeling behind him as I had behind me. I shut my eyes and let myself return to hyperspace and the joys of riding a hot rod. Same drive shaft, same driver, the same but different hands on the buttons. This one knew how to twist and turn to make the ride even better.

My cock was drooling, my balls were again riding its shaft. I folded my arms and laid my head on them. My cock rode my abdomen and dove in yet another eruption.

I nova-ed. No hands. Just that drive shaft pumping away at my ass. I groaned my pleasure for anyone in the house to hear. I had to be close to the planet Vulcan by now. Yeah!

Henry grunted above me, his strokes becoming shorter and harder.

I was in deep space and my balls were riding my shaft again.

'I'm going to shoot,' Henry grunted.

I powered up my own drive, figuring I wanted to come with him. Shit, I deserved it.

His cock grew larger and punched deep into my ass - and stayed there. His pubes were cemented to the insides of my cheeks, his groin spreading me so he could get another half inch of rod inside me.

I pulled on my pud and blasted.

Henry growled behind me and tried for another half inch he didn't have. 'Thank you, God for giving me a friend,' he mumbled and moved in and out of my ass a couple of more times with short, hard strokes.

My face collapsed onto my arms, my head swam, my legs collapsed, and I lay on the floor. His hands went around my chest and his body followed me down, his chest pressing tight against my back. We lay there forever - our breath ragged, our chests heaving.

He pushed himself off me like he was doing a push up. I moaned as his cock pulled out of my ass. 'I did need that,' he said. 'Thanks, Mark.'

He was sitting on his haunches beside me when I managed to pull out of the euphoria a good fuck gave me and looked over my shoulder at him.

He smiled down at me. 'Now that you and Frank have relieved us, what else can we do tonight?'

I stared at him without comprehension.

Frank grunted, pulling my mind from how good I was feeling and how damned dumb Henry's question was. I turned over to look at him.

'He's tied up,' I observed pointlessly.

Henry grinned. 'He wanted to back out after he was eating my wiener.'

My eyes rounded. 'You tied him up?'

'He was real spirited-' He shook his head slowly and grinning even more broadly. 'That boy sure can buck - I almost got the idea he never relieved you.'

'He might've been fucking me, Henry,' I told him, trying to assimilate the idea I was getting that both these Aryans had just ploughed Frank's virgin ass.

'No way, Mark. You're one of us - like us. You wouldn't be about to have a Mexican wiener up your ass.'

'Is there something wrong with Mexicans?' I asked thinking about José. My cock started trying to remember how to be hard again.

'It's the Indian in them that makes them sub-human - what Monsignor Robertson calls untermenschen.'

'Frank's from Spain - in Europe.'

'He's all European?' The sun-bronzed expanse of Henry's chest above me appeared suddenly ashen.

I nodded.

'But he's uncircumcised,' he mumbled. 'Monsignor Robertson says it's just the sub-humans who're like that-' He smiled. 'Doctors leave them in their natural state when they're born because they'll never be like us.'

'Most people outside of this country have their skin,' I told him, pushing myself to my feet and trying to remember what Frank's brother had told me when we were kids and I didn't understand why his dickhead had all that skin the one time I saw Rafe's meat.

I wasn't ready to listen to racist garbage even if it was coming from a damned good-looking guy who had just been inside my legs and deep in my ass. Even the warm feeling of satiation drained away as I stood before him.

'What're you two talking about?' Jimmy asked as he joined us, his cock leaving small drops of ooze on his legs as it swung between them.

'I think we screwed up, little brother,' Henry told him and looked uncomfortably at Frank still mooning us with his hands tied behind him. He gave Jimmy a run-down on what I told him.

I went to Frank and, kneeling beside him, started to work the knots out of the rope around his hands. 'Are you all right?' I asked quietly.

He stared at me, his brown eyes unreadable.

I got his hands free, letting the rope fall on the floor, and pulled his sock Henry used as a gag over his head. He shut his eyes and nodded slowly.

'Want me to help you get up?'

He nodded and my hand went around his waist to help him rise. It brushed against his cock. He was still hard, and his abdomen was covered with his jizz.

'You liked it?'

He stared at me, his eyes again unreadable. They misted and he shut them tight. 'Yeah, Mark, I like getting fucked in the butt as much as you do. Yeah, old buddy, I'm queer too. Now, don't ask me anything else, okay?'

'Frank,' Henry said, coming toward us, as I got him to his feet. 'I think I owe you one real big apology. 'I'm sorry I - well, I guess I raped you.'

'It's a little late now,' I told the Christian Soldier from Montana as Frank just shut his eyes and looked away.

'Is there anything we can do to make it up to you?' Jimmy asked and I noticed his eyes didn't stray from Frank's erection.

'Maybe one or both of you ought to bend over and let him return the favor,' I told him, anger setting in as my shock at Frank's submission began to ebb.

Jimmy glanced at Henry, pulling his eyes from my friend's best feature. I saw he was already tumescent and going for the gold. I figured the poor kid wasn't going to have a butt left after Henry finally got through beating Satan out of him at the rate he was getting into sex on demand.

Henry shuddered and looked at Frank, his eyes firmly on his face and not wandering. 'Would that settle our debt to you, Frank-' he asked finally, 'and let us start over as friends?'

Frank looked from one to the other of them and I wished I knew what he was thinking. 'I'll take you-' he told Henry and looked at me then, his eyes trailing down my body until they were on my cock. A tight smile threatened his face. 'No, Mark gets you and I take your brother. Only you're going to 69 with your brother while we fuck you both at the same time.'

'Get hard and shoot while you're relieving yourself in me?' Henry groaned in disbelief.

'Yeah,' Frank dead-panned.

Jimmy grinned and reached out to take Frank's meat in his hand.

Experimentally, he pulled on it bringing the prepuce over its head, watching it closely. Jimmy's pole reached full-staff.

'Why do you use rubbers?' Henry asked, changing the subject. 'The Monsignor says only scum gets AIDS - you two are all European. Unmiscegenated, like us-'

'Leave the racist shit out of this,' I growled. 'There's as many lily-white guys dead or dying of it as anybody else. Any sane man isn't going to risk it - no matter what kind of bullshit some priest tells you.'

'Mark!' Henry hissed in warning.

'Come on, guys,' Jimmy cut in. 'It's sort of hard to stay in need when you're in the middle of an argument.'

Frank slipped into the camp bed beside me, wiggling his shoulders against my chest. 'I want you to hold me tight,' he said. 'No sex or anything - just hold me.'

'You want to talk?'

'About those crazies Father Ralph dumped on you, about my getting my ass plugged, or about my being queer?'

'Any or all of it.'

'Naw,' he shook his head slowly. 'I just want you to hold me, be my friend, and let me work my way through most of the shit that's happened to me tonight.'

He snuggled closer and his asscheek found my cock.

I was hard in an instant. 'Sorry,' I mumbled.

He glanced over his shoulder at me and I could see the white of his teeth as he smiled. 'Don't worry about it, Mark. If I didn't feel like I needed to work my way through this crap, you'd already be porking me. You've got it tomorrow for sure.'

He chuckled and rubbed his cheeks against me, catching my tool in his crack. That feels good.'

'Think I ought to get the rubbers, Frank?'

'Maybe you better. Naw, I'll get them.' He slipped out of the bed but turned back to me and kissed me on the cheek. 'Just keep it up till I get back,' he chuckled.

'I don't have that kind of problem,' I answered, chuckling too as I remembered his line from the reservoir. It dawned on me after he slipped through the door that had only been yesterday morning.

I almost laughed. I grinned broadly, instead. Yesterday, I had been looking for love and was a scared shitless virgin homosexual. Now, less than thirty-six hours later, I had had four cocks every place a guy could put them and fucked two asses with my third one coming up. I sure wasn't a virgin any more. I was a real pro homosexual. Without even trying out for the team. Queer as hell - and proud of it.

Shit! I didn't even know where team try-outs were being held; I had been too busy to find out.

Frank had been gone five minutes and it seemed forever. I gave him another minute and watched the second hand of my alarm clock do its thing. 'Come here,' he whispered urgently from the door.

I padded across to him and he put his finger to his lips. I waited, wanting to explore his chest with my hands. His chest, his back, his cock, his ass. I was already a wanton queer in addition to being a professional one.

We heard wood strike skin followed by a muffled cry. 'What the shit are they doing?' Frank demanded.

'Henry's paddling Jimmy - trying to get the devil out of him.'

'Jesus!'

'Yeah.' I grinned. 'Only, he's trying to get Jesus back into him.'

'Why?'

'Seems their part of the church thinks it's okay to help a friend out - just so long as you don't get off on it. Jimmy gets off on getting porked.'

'So does Henry - Christ!' Frank stared at the closed bedroom door. 'They're fucking crazy!'

'Yeah, but they're cute and have big cocks and tight asses.'

He turned and looked at me, his eyes traveling down my body. He reached out and took me in his hand, his fingers encircling my shaft. 'Talking about big dicks.' He sighed. 'Let's see if you can fuck me with both of us on that kid's bed of yours.'

I started after him with him still holding onto me.

We stopped at the side of the bed and he turned to face me. 'I want you to kiss me, Mark - really kiss me, tongue and all.'

I grinned. 'This is the same Frank Ciencias who didn't do queer shit yesterday - or even this morning?'

His hands went to my back, pulling me against him. 'We all have the right to change our minds, don't we?'

He was gazing up at me, his eyes bright in the darkness of my room. My face was descending toward his. His lips found mine and pressed against them greedily. They parted and his tongue darted out, forcing mine to open, and invading me to duel with mine.

He wasn't gentle and neither was I. We dueled for possession of each other as our hands roamed across the other's backs and asses. His cock pressed against my thigh and mine against his stomach. For an eternity I had what I had wanted yesterday. Lust and love tossed together and become interchangeable.

He pulled back, conceding defeat. 'Let me get this damned thing on you,' he mumbled and tore the foil packet open. Holding the rubber in one hand, he took my cock in the other, pulling my hips to him. He licked the head of my cock tentatively as he had done last night the first time he went down on me and slowly took the head of it into his mouth, licking it and getting it wet. He pulled away and put the condom across my cockhead, quickly rolling it down along the shaft. His breathing was already ragged as he lay back on the bed, leaving my pole standing out in the night. 'I want you holding me, Mark,' he said, his voice husky with his need as he lifted his legs.

Reaching between his legs he found my cock and pulled it to his asspucker. He smiled up at me as I gripped his knees. 'Any time you're ready,' he mumbled.

'You don't have to do this,' I told him and knew I meant it. Henry had simply taken him, tearing his virginity from him. But Frank didn't mean anything to the Montanan; he did to me, however.

He held my eyes with his and, instead of saying anything, he eased himself up onto me. He didn't blink, he didn't gasp, he didn't groan. Silence enveloped us as he continued up the length of my shaft until he could grind his cheeks on my pubes. 'You are every bit as big as you look, Mark,' he mumbled and took his cock in his hand. 'Fuck me good and long.'

In the distance, one of the twins gave a muffled cry as I began to hump Frank, leaning into him and forgetting the world around me as our lips touched.

Next: Chapter 5


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