Flying under the Golden Gate bridge

I know it is illegal, but we did it anyhow

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By Kevin McLean

You have been following this blog and by now you know that I am a fag and a bottom. You also know that I am a thrill seeker and an avid sportsman; I guess you could say that I am a butch bottom.

Probably this adventure was one of the most thrilling experiences in my whole life. I have Johnny Rojas to thank for this one because there is no fucking way I would have been able to get a pilot’s license because of my eyesight and because it takes so long to get one.

Johnny had been in the Air Force and flew countless missions. He got out after his twenty years of service and was now in his forties. He was still a very handsome man, actually he is about the kind of mature man I like and actually prefer. We met while I was on vacation in San Francisco just after I finished medical school. I figure I should take a few months off before I started my internship and unwind the long years of studying and burning the midnight oil.

Johnny and I hit it off real well. He was by all accounts a gentleman and a handsome one. His service in the military only made him firmer and more attractive. I went home with him the first night I was in San Francisco. He lived across the bay in a houseboat. He told me he owned a car dealership and he flew his own Piper aircraft.

That night he fucked me almost all night. For a guy in his forties, he sure had the stamina of an eighteen year old. And Johnny was hung. He had a good nine inch cock although it was cut it was still pretty and he knew how to use it.

He was taking me back to my hotel in the morning and it was Saturday. He had to go to work but invited me to dinner. I accepted and he came to get me around seven. He took me to a nice restaurant and then home to his houseboat where he fucked me again three times. We went to sleep in each other’s arms and the next morning he woke me up with breakfast in bed. He told me to freshen up because he was taking me for a “Sunday drive”. I had no idea what that meant, so I got in the shower, he came in there with me and we had sex while under the water.

We got dressed, and we drove to this small airport and we went to a hangar where he was greeted like they knew him for a long time. He climbed on to this Piper aircraft and told me to get on the passenger side. I was going to fly high!

We took off and I had all my trust in this guy. I could tell by the way he handled himself that he was a well seasoned pilot. We flew west and over San Francisco. Then we flew South and back up North bordering the coast. Then I heard John say: “Oh, goodie, there is fog under the bridge”. I had no idea why this was significant to him then we started to get closer to the bridge and I thought he was going to just let me take a good look at the fucking bridge from above, but he flew under it instead. That of course is against the law but since there was fog nobody would have noticed. After I collected my thoughts and my bolitas returned from the place they lodged themselves in my throat, I was grateful because I had the most unusual experience that very few folks get to live through. Imagine…flying under the bridge.

Then John ordered me to suck his dick and I did. He said that a feat like that deserved a good blow job. I couldn’t have disagreed with him. I went for his cock while he was still piloting the craft.

“oh, yeah, yeah, suck my cock, yeah, take it all, suck it, yeah, if I wasn’t piloting this plane I would fuck your ass right now”

I thought to myself: “perish the thought John, the last thing I want is to crash into a ball of flames with a dick up my ass, happy yes, but dead nevertheless and that would be a very undignified way to get pulled out of the wreckage; although it might be very difficult for the mortician to wipe the smile off my face before I get to be put in the coffin”…Within minutes I brought him to a full orgasm and he rewarded me with

a very sweet and plentiful mouthful of pilot juice.

When we returned to his houseboat, we fucked our brains out…all that we wanted to do in the plane and were not able to do, we then went and did it…he ate my ass for a solid half hour…it was one of his favorite things when having sex…and when he had my climbing the walls from so much pleasure; he would then penetrate me and give me one very spirited fuck…could he fuck!