Iced In

“Ah, shit.  I was hoping we’d make the connection to Columbus.”

“Your mic is still hot, Mike,” I laughed as I said it. I heard the click as he severed the communication line with headquarters.

“And so am I,” he smiled. “Want to get a room with me and find out just how hot?”

“No. I want you to call Mary up here. We need to tell her, so she can prepare the attendants before we tell the passengers.”

We were about ten minutes from beginning our descent into Toledo. According to the last report we received from HQ, we could be the last flight in. Freezing rain was approaching from the northwest. There would be no more flights out. Pissed passengers and no rooms near the airport plus bad weather were not a combination I wanted to be involved in.

Mike Peterson had offered to take me with him to stay with an old friend. I had known Mike for many years; we worked well together. But he would try to get me into a threesome, and, honestly, Mike was a hunk, and with my non-existent love life, I could be persuaded. I wanted to maintain a good working relationship with him as well as remaining work friends. No matter how good sex with him would be, it would change how we worked in the cockpit. It wouldn’t be worth it.

We were on final with a mild crosswind, but a little crawl worked out well. Except for a slightly slick patch on the runway, we were fine. We got to the gate and deplaned. Mike asked me once more if I wanted to go with him. He knew I’d say no, so he just did it to be polite. I took my bag, gave a sigh, and saw Mary waiting for me on the jetway.

“Captain Moore, you’re coming home with me,” she said matter-of-factly. I’ve got a couch in the game room that you can use. Or, if you hit it off with Conner, you can share his bed.”

“What are you talking about?” I laughed.

“My youngest, Conner. He came out to me last week when he moved back home. He’s been lying about living with a girlfriend. He’s been living by himself and trying to secretly date guys. He’s been miserable.”

I was in disbelief that she was spilling the beans on her youngest boy. I’d seen a picture of him, and he was cute bordering on hot, and if he weren’t Mary’s son, I’d fuck him in an instant if he were willing. But I worked with Mary often.

“So, he’s back at home; I think it’s one less thing for him to stress about while he figures things out.”

“And you’re offering me his bed if he likes me,” I shook my head.

“Well, he could do worse,” she laughed again.

“I’m not sure that’s a compliment,” I said.

“Well, according to a few of the boys, you know your way around the bedroom.”

“Mary! I’m shocked,” I announced.

“Like hell you are. I just figured that if my sweet, young, hard-working son is going to end up with a man, I’d like it to be someone with a job who can keep him happy in the butt-poking department.”

“You could get fired for talking like that,” I reminded her.

“You wouldn’t tell on your possible future mother-in-law.” She smiled and I laughed.

An hour and a half later, we pulled up in front of her house. The traffic had been horrible, and I was hungry and tired. “Leave your bag there,” Mary pointed to a chair, “and we’ll find out where we’re going to put you.”

“I want to get a breath of fresh air and see that back porch you keep bragging about,” I said.

“You won’t need your coat, but keep your jacket on. It’s closed in, but it’s still chilly. Just go straight through there.”

I walked to the back and out onto the porch. It was nice. I could still see stars and the outlines of plants in the backyard. I knew I’d be less likely to run into anyone back here. I’d been walking back and forth, stretching my legs, when I heard the back door open.

“You out here, Captain?”

I didn’t recognize the voice. “Is that you Conner?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Call me Jim.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I need to remember that I’m not at work.”

He walked up to me. He was in a police uniform and hot as fuck.

“Were you out here smoking?”

“I don’t smoke,” I replied.

“Good. I hate smoking. Mom’s shown me pictures of you, but you’re more handsome in person.”

“Well, let me say,” I told him, “that you’re fucking hot.”

“It’s the uniform, isn’t it.

“No, not really. I said that you’re fucking hot. You and your uniform make you super fucking hot.”

“Shit,” said Conner, “I just got hard.”

“I think that makes you extra super fucking hot.” I laughed.

I heard Conner take a deep sigh. “You know, my mother wants us to get married.”

“Is that what she told you?” I asked.

“Yes, she did.”

“Interesting.”

“What’d she tell you?” he asked.

“Basically that you needed a nice guy like me who was good in bed to keep you happy. Maybe she was hinting at the same thing, and I’m just slow.”

“I think you’d make a great husband, except for the opportunities you have to play around.”

“Just so you know, once I decided you’re the one, there’d be no more playing around,” I told him.

“Then you would be a great husband,” said Conner.

“And you? How would you rate yourself?”

“As a husband, or as a lover?”

I laughed. “I already like you, Conner. Rate yourself on both.”

“I’d be a great husband. How good a lover depends on the size of your dick. My mouth isn’t very big, you know.”

“Well, if you’re lucky, I’ll give you a chance later to size things up for yourself.”

“If I’m lucky,” said Conner. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, Captain Jim. Maybe you’ll be the lucky one.”

I reached around and squeezed his ass. “Maybe you’re right about that. That’s a great ass.”

Before he could say anything or I could lean forward to kiss him, the back door opened. “You boys doing OK?” It was Mary.

“We’re fine, Mom. He was about to blow me, and you ruined it.”

“You put your dick back in your pants, young man,” exclaimed Mary. “Your nephews will be here any minute.”

“Why the hell are they coming?” asked Conner. “We’re about to have freezing rain.”

“Their power’s out, so you two will have to share a bedroom, and you’ll need to be quiet.”

I smiled and leaned toward Conner’s ear. “No screaming when I cram my baseball bat into your little vagina.”

Conner started to laugh. “Fuck you, you jet jockey.”

“And fuck you, flat-foot.” Then I kissed him. It was meant to be a quick, silly kiss, but as soon as my lips touched his, I felt extra sparks. His hands moved to hold me at my waist, and his mouth opened. His tongue tasted like peppermint. I held the sides of his head with my fingers moving through his soft hair. Yes, this fucker was hot, but there was definitely more to it than physical attraction.

As we pulled apart, he sounded out of breath. “Fuck, man. What was that? I’ve never been kissed like that.”

I looked at him and ran my fingers through his bangs, pushing them back. “Shit, Conner. Maybe your momma is right.”

“Yeah?”

I nodded. A gentle rain began to fall. It stuck and froze to the windows.

Conner put his hand on my arm. “Let’s go in before I get the urge to get on my knees.”

Hearing that made my dick spurt some precum.

Conner’s brother Steve brought pizza, a wife named Lisa, and three kids, Stevie, Bianca, and Luke. The kids were excited to see Conner still dressed in his uniform. I was excited, too. My erection had been going between full-on and half staff since the porch. I couldn’t wait to get him alone, but I knew that we couldn’t just sneak off. The kids were also excited to see the pilot who worked with their grandmother, so I was asked a thousand questions.

It was two hours later before the kids were asleep in the living room. I wanted desperately to take a shower and equally desperately to rub my naked body with Conner’s. I’d never wanted to fuck someone as badly as I wanted to fuck him. While we were clearing the table he came next to me and whispered, “I can’t wait to taste your cock. Can you fuck my face while you blow me?” He walked off with a smirk on his face. I could have bent him over the kitchen counter and taken his ass. I think I would have if we had been alone.

As he rinsed some flatware in the sink, I pressed into him. “Look, it’s still coming down.”

“I think we’re going to be stuck here for a while,” he replied.

“Will you keep me warm?” I licked his ear lobe.

“I’ve been told I have a hot ass,” he whispered back. “I wonder whether it’s hot enough to keep your dick warm.”

“That’s a thought,” I replied. “I’ll snuggle up to you with my dick up your ass, and we can spoon.”

“I think that’s call forking.”

“No. That’s just plain fucking. Forking is when you lie flat on your stomach and I stick it to you from behind. Our legs are the four tines of a fork.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.”

“Stick with me, flat-foot, and I’ll take you places where you have never been.” I licked his ear lobe again.

“That’s a line from a horror movie, you know.” He moved his ass up and down against my crotch.

“So, copper, that’s your area of expertise?” I asked.

“Yeah, I like scary movies.”

“You’ll have to show me some of your favorites.” I licked the other lobe.

Conner turned around. The bulge in his pants pushed into mine. I moved my hand over it.

“You’re my favorite captain, Captain Jim.”

“And you’re my favorite member of the Five-Oh. Now finish up.”

I let Conner go into the bedroom first. I removed my jacket and hung it in the closet. I felt hands all over me. “I can’t wait,” said Conner as he pushed me to the bed. I sat, and he started to unbuckle my pants. I didn’t fight him, and soon my seven and five-eighth inch dick was freed from its prison. I usually lied to guys that it was an eight-incher, but Conner didn’t say a word. He swallowed the entire dick. With his nose buried in my trimmed bush, I felt his tongue do things only an experience cocksucker can do. This guy was showing with every move that he was a perfect match for me. I leaned back on my elbows as this handsome stud in his police uniform took care of my dick. I could feel the urge to come build inside me. Did I want to hold back and save it for later, or did I want to blast now and now worry about how much I could empty into his belly?

Suddenly, the door to the jack-and-jill bathroom opened. “Hey, buddy,” said his brother. “Whoa!” Steve looked over at me. “You’re gay? Fuck, I had no clue.”

Conner stopped sucking my dick.

Steve continued. “You seemed so straight. I mean, I knew Conner was a fag. I’ve known that since I was twelve.”

“What?” Conner was in disbelief.

My dick was sticking straight up and glistening from the saliva. I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Oh, come on, Conner. I just didn’t say anything because I was waiting for you to tell me. Anyway, I was telling Lisa that you two seemed like such great friends that I was hoping you’d find someone just like Jim here. And well… “

“Thanks,” I told him. My cock was well on its way to completely flaccid.

“Well, I was just wondering if that Christmas quilt was still in your closet. I wanted to borrow it.”

Conner got up and pulled the quilt from the top shelf and handed it to his brother.

“Sorry about the interruption,” said Steve, and he closed the door behind him.

Conner sat on the bed and didn’t say anything. I tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped up as I sat next to him. I wanted to ask him whether he was OK, but it was obvious that he wasn’t. I put my hand on his shoulder with my arm across his back. “Talk to me; tell me what you’re thinking.”

I saw him shake his head. “I didn’t have the balls to tell my parents until two weeks ago; I’ve been afraid for years my brother would stop talking to me, and now he says he’s known since I was ten. What the fuck?”

“He’s your brother, and he loves you. Not all brothers are like that; you’re lucky in that regard. How you’ve felt about yourself and how others would see you isn’t easy. Be careful, self-recrimination is an easy trap to fall into. Do an accurate self-assessment. Take a look at all you have.”

“My mom and dad have accepted me.”

“So many don’t have that,” I told him.

“You?”

“Umm, mine pretty much hate me and find me disgusting. But I have people I work with who accept me. Don’t forget your brother. Obviously, he accepts both of us.” I chuckled.

“Yeah. He’s even happy that you’re gay. But, fuck, he saw me blowing you.”

“True,” I said, “but on the positive side, he doesn’t have to wonder whether you like sucking dick. You seemed to be pretty happy doing it, and I must say, it was the best blowjob I’d ever had even though we didn’t get to finish.”

“Thanks,” Conner smiled. “It seemed natural with you. I wanted to do it.”

I kissed his cheek and smiled back. “I really did like it.”

“This feels like one of those romantic comedies that’s really, really funny and then gets suddenly serious.”

“Serious, yeah. Well, your brother seeing my dick, actually, he didn’t see it at first because you had the whole fucking thing in your mouth.” I laughed quietly. “He’s probably jealous because I bet you anything his wife doesn’t suck dick like my boyfriend.” Did I just fucking call him my boyfriend?

Conner looked at me without saying anything; then he clasped his hands together, fingers interlaced, and stared at them. He got up and put his shirt and pants on a hanger. He stood in front of me with a t-shirt, underwear, and socks. “There’s a bed and a bathroom in the basement. It’s cold down there, but we can lock that door. There are no locks on these doors upstairs.”

I stood up. “You’re calling the shots, flat-foot.”

He went to the dresser and tossed me a pair of sweatpants. I put my shirt and pants on a hanger and slipped into the sweats. I followed him down the stairs and into the dark cold that filled the basement. He led me into a room and closed the door before clicking on the light.

“My mother uses the bed to fold laundry, so the sheets are clean.” He looked at me with a smirk. “At least, they are right now. And the shower has hot water, and an enema wand.”

“An enema wand?”

“Yeah, I installed it while I was in college. I told my parents it was just a movable spray nozzle..” He turned on the water. “It doesn’t take long to warm up.” He reached under the bed and pulled out an electric space heater. “I used to use this when I would jack off down here.”

I pulled him to me and kissed his neck.

“I brought some lube.” Connor plugged in the heater; I wasn’t sure it’d be enough to remove the chill, especially once we were naked. “Can I clean out first? I’m still embarrassed to do it in front of you.”

“Of course.” I sat on the bed. Somehow, all the sexual excitement and drive to fuck and suck and whatever seemed to have evaporated. I was feeling tired, and I really wished that Conner and I were at my apartment, snuggling under my blankets, rather than here in this basement. I laid back on the bed and felt the warm air from the heater blow across me. I imagined the two of us in the spring, on a blanket, making out. The water in the shower stopped.

“It’s ready for you. Shit, it’s cold.” He laughed. “My dick’s going to turn into a vagina.”

“Then I’ll fuck all three holes.” I tossed my clothes on the bed next to his and started the shower again. It didn’t take long to get bathed and cleaned. With the water turned off, it was fucking cold. I toweled quickly, but that didn’t seem to help. Conner wrapped a blanket around me.

“I ran upstairs and got it, so it’s not as cold.” He pulled me to the bed, and we sat side by side. “Are you feeling different, now that we’re in the serious part of the movie?”

“No, flat-foot, I’m not. The attraction is still there, and it’s just as high as it was out on the porch. The difference is the sexual tension kept building and building as we talked and joked and touched. That part kind of exploded when your brother opened the door. But I still want you and want to know more about you, same as before.”

He looked over at me with an almost coy look, “So you still want to park your jet in my hangar?”

“Think it will fit?” I smiled. “I guess I could practice parking it and then backing out and parking again.”

“And once you’ve finished parking, your passengers could deplane in the hangar.”

I leaned closer and kissed him gently. “And later, you can park your cruiser in my garage.”

Conner licked my chin. “Did you know how sexy this chin is?”

“No. How sexy?”

“One hundred per-cent sexy,” he replied.

“Yours is sexier,” I told him.

“I hate my cleft chin.”

“No. No. It’s so fucking sexy.” I pushed the tip of my tongue into it. “It’s fucking awesome. I wish it were bigger and deeper so I could fuck it with my dick.”

“I’ve always hated it. I used to think I was ugly because of it. Now I only think my chin is ugly.”

I pushed him back and moved on top of him. “My silly little flat-foot copper; it’s gorgeous. I told you before that you were extremely super fucking hot. There’s nothing ugly about you. Well, except for this tiny dick of yours.”

“My dick is six-and a half inches long. That’s not tiny.”

I flipped my body around and began to suck his dick. “I guess it’s only tiny next to mine.” I laughed. “Poor little thing. How anxious he is for a little attention.” I sucked a little more and his dick got rock hard.

“He does have a thing for you, I will admit. But then, so do I.” He reached over and cupped my balls. “Do you know who else has the hots for you?”

“You mean, besides everyone I meet?”

“Pilots, narcissists.”

I changed position and lifted Conner’s ass. I ran my tongue down his crack and around his hole. “Say that again, copper.”

“Fuck, that was good. What?”

I rimmed his ass again and then tongued his hole.

“Jim?”

“Yes, Conner?”

“My middle name is Andrew. No one calls me that. I’ve always liked it better. My real name is Constance Andrew Crowley. Everyone’s called me Conner; would you call me Andrew?”

“Of course, Andrew.”

“Lube my ass with this.” He handed me a bottle. I spread some on my dick while I lubed and loosened his hole. His hole was tight, so I pushed in gently and slowly. Andrew grimaced as I penetrated him, but soon, he stretched to meet the occasion. The warm, wet pressure around my cock was superb. I began with small strokes and leaned forward to kiss him. “Are you OK, Andrew? Your eyes look wet.”

“I’m just happy and feeling, uh, oh, incredible. And the reason that my eyes are wet, you fucking jet jockey is that you just crammed a monster cock up my ass.”

“Well, pardon me, did you just ask me to fuck you a little faster and harder?” I pulled all the way out and then slid myself back in.

“Fuck,” Andrew clenched his teeth. “I’m not sure who’s the bigger prick. You or your dick.”

“Hey, that’s funny, flat foot.” As I moved in and out a few more times, I noticed his ass seemed to relax a bit. “That’s right, Andrew. Deep breaths, baby.”

“Oh, shit that feels good,” he moaned.

I leaned forward and chewed on his chin. “I fucking love this chin.” Andrew wrapped his legs around my waist and grabbed my head with his hands. He held my head in place while he fucked my mouth with his tongue. I maintained a smooth in and out pistoning of his hole.

Andrew’s arms suddenly became rigid; his eyes rolled back in his head. He grunted something unintelligible. His body froze in place.

“Andrew?” He was non-responsive.

Then he shot a hard stream of cum. Some went over his head; some went up my nose; his entire chest was covered. At the same time, he clamped down hard on my cock. I couldn’t move in or out of him. Seeing him cum, excited me. I wanted to push into him and ejaculate, but my dick was locked in place.

With the last shot of cum, his body relaxed, and I thrust all the way inside him. I seeded him and then collapsed onto the bed next to him. I turned my head to face him. He turned his. “I’d roll over on you and kiss you some more, but I need to wipe this up.”

“I don’t give a shit about that. Kiss me,” I said.

He rolled in such a way that the left side of his body was on the left side of mine. He kissed me along the jawline. “You know,” he said, “that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“I know my mother will be disappointed that I don’t want to fly to Vegas and get married next week, but I would like to start dating, you know, spending more time with you. What do you think?”

“In all seriousness, Andrew, I would like to park my jet in your hangar. You’re a really special guy.” I squeezed him.

“Am I special enough that you won’t park your jet in anyone else’s hangar?”

I bent my head down and kissed his forehead. “Flatfoot, that’s a promise I can make to you without a second thought.”

“And you’ll only let my cruiser park in your garage?”

“Most definitely. In fact, why don’t we see how it fits right now.”

“Fucking cops, thinking their dicks are the size of elephant trunks,” I chuckled.

“You’re gonna wish it were only that big,” Andrew laughed.