The Aviators

Alex didn’t really care if this was true or if she was just trying to rationalize wanting to be fucked regularly. If she wanted to ride his cock nearly daily and take his spunk, that was OK with him. He didn’t care much about anything these days. She rode his cock and he took Curt’s cock. In exchange, they housed him, fed him, and were nursing him back to health—so he could go back up in the air, bomb more Germans, and fall out of the sky again. Well, OK.

With slight embarrassment on his part, she sponged and jerked him off and rode his cock by day, and by night, he slept between them, him inside Angela and Curt inside him—him blind and in splints entirely at their mercy and manipulation. It was OK with him until he was well enough to take to the skies again. They were arousing enough; he could get it up with them and they all were satisfied with the results.

What he actually looked forward to were the visits by the viscount, Nigel. The young ballet dancer came every other day, it seemed, and read to him—and asked him questions about the Pete Alex knew before those few days that Nigel and Pete had been together. Alex initially was jealous that Nigel obviously had had something with Pete, if only briefly, that Alex and Pete hadn’t achieved. But sensing how important this was to the young man, Alex painted for him the Pete Alex thought the young man wanted to know. He didn’t come close to telling him of the Pete—the forceful, total master—who Alex had known and only now realized that he had loved. He sensed that Nigel had genuinely—and hopelessly—loved Pete too, and he didn’t want to steal the young man’s memory of Pete. He sensed that Pete would not have wanted him to. But Nigel’s Pete obviously had been a different man than Alex’s Pete had been.

Still, this was just a holding pattern. Alex knew it would all come to a head one day—and it did, partially because of Nigel’s need and partially because of his own. In bringing a new novel by Somerset Maugham to read to Alex, Nigel brought it all out into the open. It was only while the Taylors were gone on an excursion, leaving Nigel to visit with Alex and as Nigel was reading from The Razor’s Edge that Alex realized how close Maugham had come to describing him—and his underlying struggle. Despite their generosity, he had been put off underneath it all by the Taylors and their lifestyle ever since their sex-driven garden party earlier in the summer. And that had brought forth something that existed as a barrier between him and Pete too.