It seems that late teens is always a difficult time. I was never one to have any friends in school and I could not stay at home when I got back from school and listen to my mother complain. So I took my biked and would go bike riding. In our town there was a small commercial airport, not big jets or anything like that, but lots of private planes. At the end of the runway was a hill between the runway and the highway, and I would sneak under the fence and go sit on the hill to watch the planes land and take off.
There was one plane in particular, it was a vintage P-51. The pilot would fly it on weekends, and once in a while if the weather was good on Thursdays. He was a dentist in town and a flyer. When the P-51 flew I would stand to watch. After a while when the P-51 flew over me on take off he would rock his wings and I would wave to him.
One afternoon I was sitting watching the planes and this man walked up the hill from the highway. I thought I was in trouble, it had to be the police or the security from the airport. But it wasn't, it was the pilot of the P-51. He sat down with me and told me that was the best place to watch planes take off and land. We talked for a while and he told me that if I rode my bike over to the hangars and asked for him, he would see that they would let me in sand I could see the planes up close. To come on Saturday afternoon around 4 and he would be there.
I showed up, gave his name, they said that they had been advised and I went in. Staying on the marked walkway until I got to the hangar where he stored his P-51. It was a beaut. It was big too, in the air it didn't look so big. He took me around and explained all the features, he let me climb the ladder to look in the cockpit, and seeing my face he said I could get in.
When the tour was done, we went and saw some other airplanes, two engine, one engine, a couple of vintage bi-wings, he bought me a coke from the machine, he gave me his card and told me if I brought a note from my mother he would take me up in a trainer, a measly little two seater trainer. I begged and my mother made a couple of calls and I got the note. The next week I went up for the first time, I was in the air.
When we got back down, I had to use the bathroom and I went in and he followed me and there were two urinals and a stall. I undid my belt and stepped into the stall. He called me out and said that if I was going to hang around men then I had to pee like a man and let it all hang out and pee at the urinal. He took out his penis, it was dark, and big and he told me to whip it out, and we peed. He said that when he was in the Air Force and two pilots met for the first time they would shake each other by the penis (he called it dick). Just grab his dick and hold on to see who lets go first, and he grabbed my penis and he told me to grab his and he use his hand with a motion of his fingers to work me into an erection.
He put his arm around my shoulders and told me to use my hand and get him hard, that was the only way men could really compare, hard on to hard on. He hugged me closer, holding my penis and using his hand on my penis and telling me to do the same on his penis. We were both hard, and he said we should go ahead and do a head knock and a head rub, and he took my penis against his and started to rub my head against his. He had me hugged very close to him, rubbing our penises together, I was so hard and his penis was so hard, he said we were real men. Many minutes passed while we held each other's penis. He leaned over so he spoke in my ear, he said that the tradition in the Air Force was that the guy with the smaller penis had to suck the man with the larger penis.
We walked away from the urinals and he bent down and gave my penis a long suck. I expected that he wanted me to suck him. He sucked me for a good long while. He stopped for a minute and told me that the only thing better than getting your dick sucked was sucking a dick yourself. You just had to suck dick, to go ahead and suck him, he had shown me how and to do it. He got me to get down on my knees and suck him. At that point I wanted to suck him, I felt he got bigger and harder, he would say 'that's it, keep sucking and then we will do some fucking'.
I really don't know when he got my pants undone and pushed down to my ankles, he was holding my penis in his hand and he looked at me and asked me if I wanted to get kissed first. He said that a lot of girls needed to get kissed before they got fucked. He didn't wait for an answer and he kissed me and he said 'now you be a good girl, it's going to take a bit of work to get your properly fucked unless you want it to hurt'.
He walked me with my pants still around my ankles to the sink and told me to put both hands on it, he pulled me back a little at a time until I was bent over, he had me open my legs and he started dropping spit on my back and rubbing it into my hole. After a couple of minutes he put his penis up against my hole and he told me to hold my breath, that most girls did better that way. He got into it shoving and pushing and reaching around and grabbing my penis real hard, until he got through and started to move his penis in and out and in and out deeper and deeper, telling me in explicit detail how I was doing and how much more penis I had yet to go.
I wanted to quit but he told me that to take it all the first time was best, that way I would always be a good girl for him. I started counting, I was at fifty and kept counting, I was at one hundred and kept counting, and he kept reading off how much more penis was left. I was at two hundred and twenty when he said one more good shove and you'll be broken in. When we were done, and he swore me to secrecy, we grabbed each other's penis again. He unlocked the door and had me go out first. After a while he came out and he put the key back in the box next to the desk for the clerk that worked in the hangar.
I don't know if I liked it, I was never able to resist afterwards, I wanted it and whenever I went to see him I went ready. I got to where I could really suck him good, I got to the point where I could get him to cum, but he liked getting really hard and fucking me until he came. When he came he would always tell me I was a good girl. I've been a good girl ever since, I love getting a man behind me, I love to suck. but a successful outing ends with a trip down memory lane, counting from one to a hundred, sometimes to two hundred, while the man behind me does his duty. I never joined the Air Force, or any of the services for that matter.
I went to work in the sanitation department and rose to be plant supervisor at the waste water treatment plant. I stayed in the maintenance department because there were always young men who needed to be taught how two men said hello, what the proper etiquette is when you have a penis in your hand, what you are supposed to do before you get behind the man to do your magic, get your ..(continue confession)
