The Flyer (The Flyer Series Book 1)

by Frédérick S. Parker

  “Oh, my god, Uriah,” he whimpered, then suddenly his body tensed as his first orgasm rippled through him. His dick jerked, then shot his load all over his soft round belly. With his ass up in the air, the creamy liquid rolled toward his chest, mixing with his sweat. I paused, waiting for him to come down before starting up again. During round two, my boyfriend didn’t say a word, but he was having increasing trouble maintaining eye contact. He grunted and groaned as I continued to thrust in and out. When his second orgasm hit, his channel spasmed around me. His fingers gripped me painfully tight as he road out each shutter and wave. By now a few minutes had passed and I still wasn’t ready to unload. I wanted to make him cum one more time. When I began thrusting again, Aaron looked up at me with half-dazed eyes.

  “I can’t. It’s too much.” I ground into him and he let out a guttural moan. “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”

  I gradually picked up the pace as my boyfriend looked on the verge of passing out. When I gave a particularly hard thrust, his eyes widen and a gasp escaped his lips. It wasn’t long before his third climax hit. His ass trembled and his muscles tensed. This time I came with him. My orgasm was so powerful, my arms just about buckled. I had to lock my elbows to keep from crushing my boyfriend. My vision went dark and I almost didn’t notice the powerful whoosh as my wings exploded outward. My dick bucked as I emptied my balls into Aaron’s ass. I don’t know how much time passed. A minute? Five? When the room finally came back into focus, I felt dizzy. Wow! I’ve never cum that hard before! Looking down, I found Aaron laying beneath me, his eyes closed and a smile on his face. That final orgasm had pushed him over the edge. He was out cold. A verifiable sex coma. His muscles twitched occasionally as the last of his climax faded away.

  Pulling out, I collapsed on the bed, completely and utterly spent. As I kissed my boyfriend tenderly on the cheek, I felt something warm and wet pooling at my hip. Looking down, I discovered that my semen was leaking out of him. This time there was no shower to wash it away. Shit! It was getting everywhere! I considered waking Aaron up, but I decided against it. After the last couple days, he deserved some rest. This will probably be the best night’s sleep he ever gets. Sliding off the mat, I went to the bathroom and retrieved a container of decontaminant. According to my mom, it’s a biological cleaning agent that can handle any mess. I really hope she’s right! Much to my relief, a small dab of the clear mixture quickly fixed the problem. I watched in fascination as it first soaked up the large pool around my boyfriend’s butt, then migrated to the other spots created as a result of his multiple orgasms. When the bed was stain-free, the biological cleaning agent disappeared. Returning the container to the bathroom, I grabbed a small rag and lightly ran it over Aaron’s skin, removing the rest of our fluids from his body. When he was clean, I lay back down, wrapping my arms and my wings around him.

  Chapter 16

  Aaron

  Something soft tickled my face. What is that? Opening my eyes, all I saw was blue. As my mind came to grips with consciousness, I tried to come to grips with reality. What happened? Where am I? What time is it? And what the hell is on my face? I pushed it away. Suddenly I was bathed in sunlight. Sunlight? Rolling onto my side, I found Uriah fast asleep beside me. Seeing his face brought last night back in a flash. Holy crap, that was amazing! My boyfriend gave me three orgasms and I totally passed out. The sex keeps getting better and better! Pushing myself up off the bed, I was about to give him a good morning kiss, but then I stopped. I never wake up before Uriah. This is a first. Why waste a rare opportunity? Sliding down along the futon, I admired him as he slept. He was lying on his back, one hand on his chest, the other resting on his stomach. The hand on his belly was partially concealed by his right wing which was covering him from the waist down. He looked so peaceful. His head was turned to the side and his white blond hair fell like a curtain across his face. My eyes wandered down his lean muscular body. How did I get so lucky? My boyfriend is the most amazing person in the world and he isn’t even human. Heck, this isn’t even my world! My eyes dropped down to the large pale feathers that covered his lower half like a make-shift blanket. Leaning forward, I gently pushed them aside, exposing him to me. His massive cock rested heavily on his right thigh, partially engorged with a little pre-cum oozing from the head. That's hot. Gently taking his shaft in one hand, I tenderly cupped his hefty balls with the other. Uriah inhaled, but didn’t make a sound. He also didn’t wake up. Moving between his legs, I stroked his morning wood to a full-blown erection. After a couple firm pumps, I distended on the glistening head, my eyes fixed on his face all the while. As my lips encircled him, his chin rose and his breathing accelerated. Stroking the shaft, I worked my lips and tongue expertly over the fat mushroom head.

  Before long, my boyfriend began thrusting his hips against me, unconsciously trying to force himself deeper. As a muscle worked in his jaw, I couldn’t help wondering what he was dreaming about. Slowly but surely I began sucking harder as I took him beeper. Like so many times before, I opened my throat allowing him to fuck my mouth. How long before he wakes up? Will he wake up or just climax in his sleep? While I continued to pleasure him, it quickly became a game. Uriah looked like he could blow at any moment, but he still hadn’t woken up. When I felt his hand on the back of my head, I thought I’d finally aroused him from unconsciousness, but glancing up, I found that his eyes were still closed. Is it weird that this is turning me on? The idea of making my boyfriend cum in his sleep just about had me ready to shoot my own load. Taking a deep breath, I took his full length down my throat. One final thrust caused him to erupt, the hand on the back of my head holding me in place. With a lungful of air, I managed to ride out his orgasm without too much trouble. When he’d shot his final load, his muscles relaxed and his hand slipped from my hair. Straightening up, I found that he was still fast asleep and that pushed me over the edge. Without warning, my dick erupted, spewing my cum all over my boyfriend’s abdomen. My orgasm took me completely by surprise. It was so sudden, all I could do was watch as I bathed Uriah in a sticky white shower. Unbelievable! As white froth continued to issue out of me, a rogue drop landed on my boyfriend’s cheek. The moment it made contact, his pale gold eyes fluttered open. Oh, come on! He can sleep through an entire blowjob, but that snaps him back to reality?!

  Uriah’s eyes came into focus and he looked up at me kneeling over him, my dick still dribbling cum. The majority of my load was already pooling in his navel and stream down his sides. My boyfriend peered up at me for a moment, then his eyes dropped to the river of seed that now covered him. Much to my embarrassment, the stuff that was still running down his sides was now getting in his feathers. He also noticed this and actually raised his wings in an attempt to get them out of the way. My face flushed when Uriah looked back up at me, an expression of complete bewilderment traveling across his face. I could only imagine what he was thinking.

  “This isn’t what it looks like,” I blurted out as my dick gave one last twitch before going still. No, it’s worse, I thought with a shutter of humiliation. I couldn’t resist giving you a morning blowjob while you slept, lost control and got jizz all over your beautiful wings.

  As if to solidify this bizarre awakening for him, a large belch exploded from my lips. A reminder of the massive load that was sitting in my stomach. Giving me a weird look, my boyfriend grabbed a rag that was lying by the bed and started wiping the sticky mess from his body. Does he think I’m a total freak? When his midsection was cum-free, Uriah sat up and raised his right arm to examine his cum-soaked feathers. It mortified me that they were starting to clump together. Looking mildly irritated, he lowered his arm, closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath. A muscle worked in his jaw as he tried to retract his wings, but they wouldn’t go. Opening his eyes, Uriah looked up at me before making another attempt to withdraw his wings. When they still remained, he gritted his teeth in a silent snarl of frustration.

  “It’s okay,” I said, sinking down onto the futon so
we were more at eye level. “I’m sure they’ll leave soon. Are they hard to clean?”

  Looking up at me, he shook his head.

  “I’m so sorry,” I murmured, averting my eyes. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. You must think I’m a total freak.”

  My boyfriend leaned forward, placing his index finger under my chin, urging me to look at him. When our eyes met, he shook his head and mouthed the word no. Then a slight smile spread across his full lips as he arched a questioning eyebrow. I knew what he was thinking. He was silently asking for details.

  My shoulders sagged. “After what you did for me last night, I was trying to give you a treat. What says thank you for three amazing orgasms than a morning blowjob?”

  Uriah’s eyebrows narrowed in confusion.

  “I sucked you off, but you didn’t wake up,” I explained, my ears on fire. “You got your thank you blowjob, you just weren’t awake to enjoy it. But it turned me on so much I came all over the place. I never even touched myself!”

  My boyfriend broke out into silent laughter. He was moving his lips, but I had no idea what he was saying. As he clutched at his sides, I chuckled nervously, thankful that he wasn’t mad. When his silent giggles finally subsided, he gazed at me with an adoring look on his face. That look reminded me of something I’d been dying to tell him.

  “I can’t stop thinking about those chariot rides. Can we do that today?”

  To my surprise he shook his head, a sudden look of realization coming onto his face.

  My heart fell to the floor. “Why not?”

  He gestured at my stomach, his eyes filling with worry.

  “You think I’m too heavy?” he shook his head and continued pointing frantically at my belly. “They’ll say I’m too heavy?”

  Mouthing the word no, he started miming throwing up.

  “You think the ride will make me sick? I assure you it won’t.”

  Uriah shook his head as he started to look frustrated. For a moment, he paused clearly trying to figure out how best to explain. When he started pointing to his crotch I was completely lost.

  “You want another blowjob?”

  He shook his head and to my dismay, he started gesturing at my belly again.

  “If my weight isn’t the problem, then I don’t understand what’s wrong.”

  My boyfriend gritted his teeth, his eyes tortured. Again he started miming throwing up. This was quickly becoming an impossible game of charades. For the life of me, I didn’t understand what he was trying to say. What does my stomach, vomiting and his dick have to do with going for a chariot ride? This didn’t make any sense. Do the chariots have a weight limit? Is that what he’s trying to say? Does he think that if I throw up, they’ll let me on? That can’t be it. He said it wasn’t about my weight. Plus, why was he pointing to his dick? As each second passed, Uriah looked increasingly desperate. Damn it! Why did his wings have to choose now to stick around? Come on, Aaron! This isn’t brain science, you can figure it out. If this is like a game of charades, treat it like one.

  “This has something to do with my stomach?” Uriah nodded. “But it’s not about my weight?” he nodded again. So, where does the vomiting come in? “It’s not about my weight, but you still want me to be sick?” He shook his head and started pointing at his crotch again. “What does your dick have to do with the chariots?” He made a face and waved his hand in a ‘forget that’ gesture. Forget about the chariots? Is that what this is about? He just doesn’t want to give me a ride? My heart immediately filled with hurt. I wanted to go on the chariots because I thought that would be romantic. Crazy me. Apparently Uriah didn’t feel the same way. I still didn’t know what vomiting and his dick had to do with anything and I didn’t care. He’d made his point.

  “Fine.” I tried to fight back the tears as I slumped against the wall. “If you don’t want to give me a ride, you don’t have to. I thought it would be something fun to do together, but whatever.”

  Uriah abruptly stood up from the bed, his wings swooshing as he went. Looking extremely agitated, he grabbed his jeans up off the floor and began pulling them on. Now he’s leaving? Is this going to be a repeat of yesterday? Ignoring his shirt, socks and shoes, my boyfriend scooped up my pants and thrust them at me. For a moment I thought he was mad, but he didn’t look it. He looked scared. That only helped to further my confusion. I had no idea what was going on, but his level of anxiety was making me nervous. The moment my pants were on, he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me toward the door.

  “Where are we going?” Uriah didn’t answer. Of course not. Once we were outside, he wrapped his arms around me and kicked off the ground. Within seconds we were high above the trees and a minute later, we touched down outside his parents’ house. Releasing me, he hurried up the front walk, brought his wings close and squeezed through the front door. I followed close behind as my boyfriend made a b-line for the kitchen where both his parents were having breakfast.

  “Uriah!” his mother jumped to her feet. “You’re back!”

  She tried to hug him, but he pulled away. He immediately began using sign language, his face distraught. Every once in a while he would point at me, looking like he was on the verge of tears. What the hell is going on? Why does he look so scared? Why did he bring me here? What am I missing? As he signed, his mother cast me the occasional glance. At one point her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Is he telling her about the morning blowjob? Seriously?!

  “What’s going on?” I demanded, deciding I’d had enough. “What’s he saying, Mrs. Smith?”

  She glanced my way, her cheeks still a little rosy. She could barely look me in the eye. He must have told her about the blowjob. Why would he do that?

  “He’s, uh, asking for a remedy,” she said still not looking directly at me.

  “A remedy for what?” When she didn’t answer, I lost my temper. “Fuck! Just spit it out!”

  She looked at me sharply. “According to my son, that’s what you should have done.”

  “What?!”

  “He says you got very sick over a week ago. He wants a remedy so you don’t get sick again.”

  Blinding realization hit me. That’s what he was trying to say in the cabin! Of course! My hand drifted to my stomach as I thought about the morning I’d spent puking and shitting my guts out. Damn it, Aaron! You’re such an idiot! I’d been so busy trying to give Uriah a thank you orgasm, I’d totally forgotten the effect his baby batter has on me. Then I got so consumed with the idea of riding in those chariots, I assumed what he was trying to tell me had to do with that.

  “Well, do you have a remedy?” I asked, really not wanting a repeat of last time.

  “I don’t,” she said regretfully. “I’m sorry.”

  Uriah looked miserable while I calculated about how much time I had before my insides turned inside out. Last time, I ingested his seed around eight or nine pm, then got sick around seven the next morning. That gives me roughly ten hours. I was trying to decide what to do, when my boyfriend suddenly marched over, pried my mouth open and stuck his index finger down my throat. For a moment I struggled, not sure what he was doing. Then it hit me. He’s trying to make me puke. One moment of sickness now to save me from hours of sickness later. But like I said, I don’t have a strong gag reflex and though I did retched a little, nothing came up. When his plan didn’t work, Uriah seemed to implode. Tears streamed down his face as he gazed at me in defeat. He was looking at me like my days were numbered.

  “Hey,” I said soothingly, placing my hands on his waist. “It’ll be okay.”

  He shook his head, self-blame etched in his pale gold eyes.

  “This isn’t your fault. I was the idiot, okay? Not you.”

  Tears continued to mark his face as he mouthed, it is my fault. I’m not human!

  “Is tonight going to suck balls? Definitely, but I’ve gotten food poisoning before. I’ll survive.”

  He peered at me solemnly, his lower lip trembling.

  “List
en,” I said, reaching up and brushing a lock of hair from his face. “If I’m going to be spending tonight in misery town, I’d like to spend today in pleasant-ville. What do you say? Care to take me flying, mister?”

  My boyfriend shook his head vigorously. His eyes were wide as if this were the worst idea in the world. He began gesturing madly, but I had no idea what he was saying. Seeing that I was lost, he pulled away from me, turning his attention to his mother. They exchanged a few words in ASL, then she nodded and came over to me. When she reached out toward me, I instinctively recoiled.

  “It’s okay, Aaron,” she said softly. “This isn’t going to hurt.”

  I stood still, allowing her to place the fingers of both hands on each of my temples. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As she did so, I noticed the black tattoos on the backs of her hands started spiraling up her wrists. Like vines they wound up her arms, over her shoulders and up her neck. They came to stop at her own temples. As she drew in another breath, the tattoos began to shimmer, turning from black to a radiant crystal blue. At the same time, it felt like someone had opened a door in my mind. I don’t know how else to describe it. My mind was opening up, expanding. It felt good. After a moment or two, Mrs. Smith’s tattoo’s darkened to black again and they wound back down along her arms ’til they were just the small patterns on the backs of her hands. Removing her fingers from my temples, she took a step back, her eyes shining.

  “What’d you just do?” I felt slightly out of breath.

  She didn’t answer. Instead Uriah stepped forward and began to sign. I opened my mouth, poised to remind him that I still didn’t know American Sign Language, but I froze. I could understand him! What was once meaningless gestures now had meaning!

  Now we can communicate when my wings are out, he signed and my jaw dropped. My mother is a Teacher. She downloaded you with the knowledge. Here, that’s what being a Teacher means.