This Story Is Sponsored By MatureGayDVDs.com

  • Motivating the team

    • Have you ever had a knock at your door and when you opened it found a young guy smiling at you ? Before you had the time to say anything he launched into a presentation inviting you to have a free, no-obligation quotation for replacement windows and doors ?

    No - then let me tell you that you have been lucky but don't worry your time will come !

    Yes - then I wonder if it was on my lads who called on you.

    The UK double glazing industry, selling replacement windows and doors together with such things as conservatories and other home improvements not usually within the skills of an average DIY homeowner is one big rip off. Products are sold and fitted at many times the true cost leaving enough profit for everyone involved to take a sizeable share. At the bottom of the double glazing hierarchy are these guys who go door-to-door looking for potential customers. The industry calls them foot canvassers or marketeers and every large company uses them. Each town up and down the country has its double glazing showrooms featuring such major players as Zenith, Everest and Anglian, all have their own marketing team of door-to-door canvassers. Some are more successful than others but turnover of members is high. A number of years ago I saw an opportunity to set up and run a team which would make me a lot of money. I had a longer term goal in mind and saw this as a way to build the finance. I took my business plan to one company who immediately accepted my ideas.

    It is all a question of numbers, knock on enough doors and you will get a fistful of leads, a proportion of these leads will result in sales from which the team will receive a commission. My team was a self-employed independent unit comprising myself, Marc who is my team leader and members: Peter, David, Scot and Charlie. Each could produce an average of four leads a day, that's one hundred in a week, we didn't work Saturdays and Sundays. A double glazing salesman will bullshit a claim that he can convert one lead in three to a sale, the truth is one in five but that is still twenty sales a week from my team's efforts. The average sales value is 4,000 of which I received 10% commission to pay myself, team members and meet all running expenses. Do the maths and you will come up with a figure of 8,000.

    Peter and Charlie were just eighteen years old then, David and Scot a year older, I paid each one of them a fixed sum of 600 a week. How many lads of that age do you know earning money like that ? Marc was older, he was twenty-four and my right hand man. I paid him 850 a week. I bet you are working this out: 5 x 600 = 3,000 + 850 = 3,850. Take that away from 8,000 and I was left with 4,150 as my share. True enough I did very well but there were significant expenses. My team was independent, we were not controlled by any one showroom and traveled across a wide region. I drove the team round in a small mobile home which doubled as our mobile office. The team called this "Winnie" from Winnebago as a name for such vehicles. I dressed my team in casual but smart clothing giving a uniform corporate identity. Each had several sets of uniform and I paid for everything to be laundered ensuring everyone was always immaculately turned out.

    Work began each day at one o'clock and finished at seven-thirty. The company was always handing down words of motivation to encourage its marketing teams but all of this was really nothing more than bullshit, bullshit is the substance upon which the whole industry is founded. I needed none of it for my team. We had a series of very strict rules under which we worked, it was Marc who drew these up taking his inspiration I am sure from Draco's Law and it was Marc who enforced them. While Marc managed the team on the street I co-ordinated campaigns from the mobile office. We were a force to be reckoned with and something of a legend in the industry.

    Oh, there is one small thing I had almost forgotten to include in this introduction to my story, all team members were gay. Marc, Peter, David, Charlie and Scot all as queer as a nine dollar note. Not queens or camp, I mean if you were naive on such matters you probably wouldn't have noticed but gay they all were. Me ? No, I am as straight as they come but I do have the greatest respect for anyone who follows an alternative lifestyle. After all I had plans for my own alternative lifestyle of sorts, not sexual, and all being well I planned move into it in a couple of years time. The double glazing industry for me was nothing more than a means to an end but more of that later.

    Right, time now to get on with the story.

    The team had been operating for a little over a year, we were well known throughout the industry and the balance in my offshore bank account was growing steadily by the week. At first the slide was hardly detectable, just a lead or two down on the take but when it fell to five in a week and then ten the week after I broached the subject with Marc.

    "They are taking the piss," he said, "it's got too easy for them. You pay them too much and they aren't mature enough to handle it."

    "I can hardly introduce a pay cut, that would invite revolt"

    "They wouldn't notice, they piss most of their wages up the wall on Friday and Saturday nights anyway."

    "I don't want any of them to leave," thoughts of my future ambitions being frustrated by any loss of team members filled my mind.

    "I'm not suggesting sacking anyone," Marc confirmed, "but we need to have a tighter discipline in the team."

    "What do you suggest ?"

    "We need to operate a policy of the carrot and the stick."

    I nodded agreement and support. "What ever you think best."

    "If you could see your way to providing the carrot I will supply the stick."

    "Right but what do you suggest I offer them ? You've just said they get paid too much money as it is."

    "They've been talking among themselves for ages about a Lads in Pants night held every Friday in a London sauna. I'll take them down, would you pay for the tickets ?"

    "Sure no problem. I could come with you all, make it a full works outing !"

    "It's a gay sauna," Marc was a little taken back by my offer to join the team, "and you are straight."

    "So ? Is that a problem ?"

    "No," Marc replied quickly. "It's an 18 to 35's night."

    "Cheeky bugger, I'm only thirty-two !"

    "No, no I didn't mean," Marc blushed. "Sorry."

    I smiled. "So that's the carrot organised, what about the stick ?"

    "I'll explain that to everyone later. It will be different but very effective as a form of team motivation. Trust me."

    That evening after work the team gathered in Winnie for an end of week debriefing. Normally I would lead these sessions but on that day Marc took charge. He let rip the fiercest bollocking anyone could ever imagine. He had all the facts relating to the team's declining performance right at his fingertips. The air blistered with his fury as I watched the colour drain from each of the four lad's faces. He almost had me scared. As Marc stopped talking there was momentary silence, no one dared to speak. Eventually Marc began again, this time calmly explaining about the proposed visit in two weeks time to the Lads in Pants night. The atmosphere changed to one of tremendous excitement with everyone talking at the same time.

    "Not many lads will actually stay in their pants," David said.

    "It'll be an orgy," Scot declared.

    Marc let this continue for a while then held up his hands for silence. "I want to introduce you to a friend of mine" he said. "Meet Henry."

    He produced a large white tennis shoe and passed it round the team.

    "Providing you all stop messing about when you are being paid to work," Marc spoke quietly but very firmly, "Nigel will take us all to the Lads in Pants night at the Steamworks Sauna in London two weeks from now. But if you don't buck your ideas up and the present situation continues I will use my friend Henry here to spank the backsides of each and every one of you !"

    He sounded very convincing and nobody questioned him. I admired Marc, he was the real strength behind the team's success, a success upon which my future career was based. I would miss him when the time came for me to move on but that was not for a while yet.

    "Have I made everything clear ?" Marc was bringing his motivational lecture to an end. "David ?"

    David's usual cheeky grin was gone, he just nodded his head and answered with a single word. "Yes."

    "Charlie ?"

    "Absolutely."

    "Scot ?"

    Scot was the one who liked to be Mr Cool but I could see his cool was not there. He was angry and did not take being told off, Marc's reprimand had hurt his ego and I expected some retaliation. However, after some brief thought he too answered with a single word, "Yes."

    Finally on the cue of Marc calling his name Peter gave his agreement and the status quo was restored.

    The week that followed Marc's unique brand of motivation was the most successful since the team had been put together. Our leads were up by twenty percent, sales by fifteen percent and the balance in my off shore bank account moving significantly forward in the direction of my project. I spent all of my spare time dreaming of my new life and wondering how quickly my plans could be advanced.

    Perhaps this is now the point within my story where I should tell you about all I had worked out to set up my enterprise and how my double glazing marketing team was just a stepping stone to this ambition. I hold a private pilot's license, I am also qualified to fly twin engine planes and to fly by instruments at night or in bad weather. Flying began as a hobby but I soon became addicted and wanted to make a career in aviation. At the time of my story I did not hold a commercial license enabling me to take passengers, I intended spending three months on a full time course in order to obtain this qualification after which I was going to start my own company. It was my intention to lease a ten seater turbo prop aircraft and base myself in the Caribbean offering charter flights among the islands. I had done my homework well, tour companies would welcome my services as the schedules of the big airlines such as British Airways and Virgin Atlantic simply do not match those of the smaller inter-island carriers. Passengers flying into Bridgetown Barbados after a long trip from Europe have to wait several hours for a local flight to their island paradise, not a good start to their holiday. I would solve that by offering myself as a charter carrier to leave once passengers were ready. Between this charter work I intended to operate inter-island tours and day trips. I knew I could establish a great little business and in so doing enjoy a highly desirable lifestyle in a beautiful part of the world.

    To start with I would lease an aircraft, I would need a co-pilot but that should not present too much of a problem. As the success of my double glazing marketing was showing I was good when it came to administration, organisation and logistics. Perhaps I wasn't such a great man-manager, that was Marc's department and I would need to find someone like him as my flight purser, someone to run the passenger cabin. I would be very lucky to find anyone half as good as Marc.

    But - The most obvious thought hit me. Why ever hadn't I considered it before ? It was so obvious. I would never find anyone as good as Marc so why not Marc ? He was loyal, honest, reliable, we worked well together and I liked him. I liked him very much. So much that if I wasn't straight I could fancy him. I smiled at the thought.

    Marc had responded to the advert I had placed at the very outset of my setting up the double glazing team. He had just graduated from university and impressed me with his enthusiasm and energy. I think I impressed him with my carefully prepared business plan, after all what I was proposing was not the usual paradigm for a business graduate to be considering as a career. The prospect of involving Marc in my new venture excited me, muscles in my body physically tightened. I had thought the double glazing business could pass to Marc when it was time for me to leave but now I would take him with me to the Caribbean. I really did like the guy and the prospect of long-term working with him was thrilling.

    I needed to do a little more with the business plan after which I would share my ideas with Marc. Perhaps we could talk after work the next week, that would be good. Next week we would be going to the Lads in pants night, that was going to be great !

    Marc had initially been surprised that I wanted to go along with the team. "Are you sure you don't mind going to a gay sauna ?"

    I didn't mind. "I can help you chaperone the lads."

    "I doubt anyone will be able to stop them," he laughed. "I am hard on them at work but you know what they say - work hard and play hard. They'll be playing hard if I am not mistaken !"

    Marc explained that on the ground floor of Steamworks Sauna there were locker rooms and a large bar area. "Downstairs," he informed me, " is the actual sauna, there's a jacuzzi, steamroom and a porno lounge."

    I was looking forward to the Friday night, something deep, deep at the very back of my mind was starting to push forward and make me see Marc in a different way - a way in which I had never seen another guy before. Monday and Tuesday were not good days, it was cold and a fine rain soaked the team as they went from door to door seeking leads for the salesmen. I kept the coffee machine full, neither Marc nor I complained when the lads returned every hour or less to the mobile office for a drink and a brief spell in the dry. On a normal day I was always hard pushed to enter into the computer details of roads and houses called on, occupants at home or out, response details and leads generated. As soon as one lead came in I would phone it through to a sales team, I was always kept very busy. But in that weather I found myself with time on my hands so went outside and began knocking on a few doors myself. Marc protested but it was good for morale to let the lads see I was no different to them. They would see a lot more of me that Friday night at Steamworks Sauna. I chuckled at the thought.

    I was pleased when one of the doors on which I knocked gave me a lead, a good one - the home owners were very interested in having a conservatory built ready for next summer. Providing the salesman did not blow it the commission would be a good addition to my airline fund. When I was living on the beautiful island of Barbados I would look back on days like this and smile.

    Back in the office we sat down for more hot coffee. "Get dry everyone," Marc said, "warm up and we'll go outside again in ten minutes."

    He took his shirt off and began to towel dry his wet hair. What a body he had ! My eyes widened and my heart beat with a feeling that was strange to me. I was regarding Marc in a way I had never before considered, it felt good and I was looking forward so much to our time on Friday when I would see even more of him.

    On Wednesday it stopped raining but began again with a vengeance on Thursday. I would be glad when Friday came and of course I was so looking forward to the visit to Steamworks. I knew well enough the name Lads in Pants was an anachronism, few would wear any pants for long. I wasn't bothered about the four lads in my team, in or out of their pants they did nothing for me, but I just could not stop thinking of Marc. Heavy sensations would develop between my legs, what was happening to me ?

    The opportunity had not arisen for me to share my plan with Marc and to invite him to join me in the Caribbean. Perhaps there would be time when we were at the sauna, he was now central to my plan and I could no longer imagine my airline without him as a essential part. Thinking back now I was guilty of taking my eye off the double glazing ball, using the weather as an excuse for the team and allowing my new-found feelings for Marc to blinker me from what was going on. The week before had been good, very good but this was no so good. Not a disaster but leads were well down. Marc said nothing to me as the days went by but of course every single minute of team activity registered with him.

    On Friday the lads; Peter, Charlie, David and Scot were wildly excited about the forthcoming visit to Steamworks Sauna. They laughed about the pants they had brought with them and what they would do once they were out of them. My eyes took every opportunity they could find to run over Marc and visualise him minus any pants. But Marc was not thinking of anything other than work.

    "They are taking the piss again," he said to me at lunch time. "I think you should call tonight off."

    "Oh no !" I sighed in protest then checked myself before I started to explain just how much I was personally looking forward to the visit. I thought rapidly for something alternative to talk about. "It would be a shame to call it off at such short notice."

    "Then it will have to be Henry," Marc said, "they are not going to get away with slacking the way they have."

    "It's the weather," I defended.

    "Rain or not they are still going to be spanked."

    "You can't do that, there's a law against corporal punishment."

    He shook his head. "In schools perhaps but they are all over eighteen, consenting adults and may be a good spanking is just what they need."

    I prepared myself to protest but decided not to, Marc was in charge and he had warned them after all. I looked at him and smiled, "What ever you think best."

    The afternoon produced a few more leads but as the early evening progressed nobody's mind, save perhaps Marc, was on work - we were all too excited about the visit to London. I had planned to take the team to a carvery for a meal before driving down to the sauna. There was no point in getting there before ten and the Lads in Pants night went on until breakfast the next day.

    I had chosen carefully a pair of pants I would wear myself but realised, of course, that if what I had heard among the team was correct I would not be wearing them for all that long. The four lads didn't enter my thoughts in the way Marc was dominating my mind. I had the strongest desire to be naked with him. I had still to share my ideas for the Caribbean airline with him and decided to do this before we all went off to the Lads in Pants but Marc had other business to conclude that got in the way.

    "Drive and park up behind the Stafford Road showroom," he said.

    I did not question him. Stafford Road was one of the bigger double glazing showrooms in the area we covered but on a Friday night it would be locked up and deserted, sales reps would be out following up leads while the sales manager would be at home with a bottle of Scotch waiting for the results of the various sales calls. I turned Winnie into the small car park, turned off the engine and went to join the team. David, Peter, Scot and Charlie knew there was trouble in the air.

    Our mobile office was comfortable with a number of easy chairs as well as the desk and computer terminal. Marc was standing while the others sat silently, I sat in my office chair by the computer to await what ever was about to happen. All was ready for Marc to begin.

    "So we are all off to party are we ?" He said quietly. "WRONG !" His voice now thundered and echoed about the office. "Can you tell me that you deserve such a reward ?"

    Scot moved to speak but decided against it, best to let Marc have his say and get any anger he had out of his system.

    "Two weeks ago I told you all about pissing around when you are meant to be working. Did you listen ? Have you got short memories ? No ! This week has been absolutely pathetic and yet you still expect Nigel to reward you with a party !"

    "It's the weather," Scot decided he would indeed have his say.

    "Fuck the weather ! I am not talking about the weather ! I am talking about you, every one of you and since you think you can use the weather as an excuse Scot I'll start with you. What's the rule on smoking Scot ?"

    "No smoking," he replied.

    "And why do we have that rule Scot ?"

    "So we don't breathe stale smoke on customers."

    "Precisely ! I don't care if you want to pollute your lungs with tobacco - that's your business, but we don't have stale cigarette smoke stinking our customers while we are at work !"

    "I only had the odd one or two."

    That was a mistake, Scot should have known Marc better.

    "Liar ! Hold your hand out. Go on do as you are told !"

    Scot didn't know what was happening but held his right hand out palm uppermost into which Marc tipped the contents of a small plastic bag. It was the collection of cigarette buts Marc had collected during the week.

    "One or two ! One or two ! There's enough there to give an army lung cancer !"

    I thought I detected a snigger from Peter, Marc was certain he did. "Funny is it ? Funny ! Well here are the sweet wrappers you dropped on customers' driveways !" He produced a fistful from his pocket and flung them at Peter. They fluttered round him like giant flecks of confetti.

    "Mobile phones are to speak with, when you are at work they are to speak to the office and not to play games with or text your mates Charlie ! OK ?"

    "Sorry Marc."

    That left just David, what terrible crime had he committed. I was soon to find out.

    "Your Mummy probably told you," Marc was well into his lecture by now, "that your little willy is for pissing out of. When you get older you will learn that it has other uses but until then when you need a wee-wee you do not do it up the hedge on the side of a customer's property !"

    Like all members of the team I was straining not to laugh. Marc was deadly serious and very angry but he was funny. He was now hurling more general accusations at all four boys. Words like slovenly, lazy, unprofessional and over paid filled the air.

    "So to return to my question. You all think you are going to the Lads in Pants Party do you ?"
    Nobody made a sound.

    "Well you have a choice, as a punishment you can miss the party or you can take six whacks with my slipper Henry. Make your choice."

    Marc moved his eyes from boy to boy.

    "So what is it going to be ? David ?"

    "Slipper."


    "Scot ?"

    "Slipper."

    "Charlie ?"

    "Slipper."

    "Peter ?"

    "Slipper."

    Unanimous agreement. Were I in their position I am not sure what my answer would have been. As much as I wanted to go to the sauna and the party I doubted Marc would spare any effort in the spanking each was to receive and each member of the team knew that.

    "Trousers and shirts off," Marc ordered. "Stand in a line facing that wall."

    Each lad obeyed and formed up in a line side by side down the length of the Winnebago.

    "Bend over and brace yourselves with your hands on your knees."

    Four adolescent backsides pressed themselves against the thin cotton of four pairs of underpants. I thought to myself how little protection these would give against Marc's anger. Marc moved down the line and pulled each boy's pants down to his knees exposing four naked arses. I watched with a degree of absolute incredulity but also with a faint hint of anticipate pleasure.

    Marc had Henry the slipper ready positioning himself behind and slightly to the right of Charlie. My eyes fastened on two tight white bum cheeks as Henry cracked down across them. Marc quickly sidestepped to Peter and repeated the punishment. Then to David and finally to Scot. Scot's balls hung low and I feared the slipper may hit them as well as his backside but this was not physically possible. The whack of Henry was delivered square across those nineteen year old buttocks.

    Each had received the first of six whacks and Marc was quickly at the head of the line to issue number two. I studied the arse of each boy, looking hard to see if any marks were forming where Henry had bruised bare flesh. As Marc began his third pass down the line nothing was visible, not even a red patch but the more I looked the more I realised what beauty there is in the shape of two symmetrical arse cheeks. Although covered, Marc's own arse cheeks were pressing against the fabric of his trousers, between my legs I had an arousal which told me how much I liked Marc.

    When it came time for Charlie to be the first to receive a fourth hard whack from Henry the slipper there was definitely a red patch on his arse cheeks. In varying degrees a similar glow began to show on the other three. With whack number five it was more pronounced and on the last stroke a red patch was clearly visible. And then it was all over, each boy had received six very hard whacks from Henry on his naked backside.

    "Pull your pants up and stand up," Marc ordered.

    Each boy did as he was told, each was smiling almost as if he had enjoyed the experience. Marc became relaxed and spoke in a different tone. "Nigel is planning to take us all out for a meal before we head down to London," he said, "but perhaps it would be a better idea if we paid for ourselves and between us paid for Nigel. What do you think ?"

    The team enthusiastically agreed and refused my protests. Over the meal I thought I senses a new unity among members, the spanking was a lifetime away.

    "It's really good of you to take us to Steamworks," Scot said.

    "And to come in with us," David added. "That is so cool of you."

    "A toast," Peter raised his glass. "To Nigel the best boss."

    "To Nigel the best boss."

    "And to Marc," I said. "A great team leader."

    "Nobody can motivate a team like Marc," Charlie smiled. "You ask my arse ! To Marc."

    "To Marc."

    "Lads you will look after me tonight won't you ?" I said.

    "Don't worry," Marc placed a hand on mine, "I will personally take care of you."

    Bolts of microscopic electricity arced through my body causing every hair to stand on end. I still hadn't told Marc about the airline project and determined to find time that evening to talk with him.

    "I've an idea," I said, "I want to share with you later. A business proposal."

    "Sounds interesting."

    Marc's hand was still on my own, he was making no attempt to move it and I hoped he would keep it there for ever.

    "I hope so."

    "You realise," Marc said that you are the motivational driving force behind our team. Your organisational skills and ability are unique, and you have that extra factor that Bill Gates had in founding Microsoft or Richard Branson had in starting the Virgin empire."

    "Get away," I blushed.

    "No I am serious, what ever business proposal you have you can count me in, I would follow you anywhere."

    My heart beat like a drum. I turned my hand over to take hold of Marc's and squeeze it tight. "Thank you."

    "The four lads will follow you as well, they worship you."

    It was like cold water being poured over me. Peter, Charlie, David and Scot did not figure in my plans.

    "We'll talk later," I said.

    Steamworks Sauna was not quite as I imagined. The ground floor bar area was larger than I had pictured it and while I was anticipating something sleazy it was nothing of the sort. In the locker room Marc and I stripped down to our pants while the four lads took even their underwear off.
    "Have I got red marks on my arse ?" David asked.

    He certainly had, they all had. Time was taken to examine Marc's handiwork and I played my full part in that examination. There I was in a gay sauna standing next to a guy for whom I had the deepest feelings and closely examining the naked arses of four lads. Was I gay myself ? I knew the answer.


    Peter, David, Charlie and Scot disappeared down a flight of stairs to the sauna suite, Marc and I found a couple of seats in the corner of the bar lounge where I shared my ideas. As I explained more and more Marc's eyes widened.

    "You really want me as a part ?"

    "You bet I do !" I couldn't imagine life without him.

    "How much longer before you have all the finance in place ?"

    "A year, perhaps fifteen months."

    "I'll cut that down to six months maximum," Marc vowed. "I'll double the output of the team."

    I was sure he would but the four team members would be working their socks off towards their own redundancy, what kind of motivation would that be ? I would need staff for the airline, of course I would, and there could be jobs for all four of the lads if they wanted them but just not at their present rate of pay. I explained this to Marc.

    "Money doesn't mean that much," he said, "I told you earlier they have no concept of its value. Providing they have cash flowing through their pockets it's just a case of easy come easy go. The prospect of working for an airline based in the sunny Caribbean will bow their minds away. And don't tell me you'll stay with one aircraft, in ten years time Coconut Airways will be operating a fleet of 747's flying passengers into the Caribbean from all over Europe and the USA. When I explain that to them they'll work for nothing !"

    "Coconut Airways," I mused over the name. "I haven't thought of a name for the airline yet but Coconut Airways - I like it."

    A number of guys were dancing to slow music playing in the bar area, soft coloured lights played on their semi-naked bodies.

    "Fancy dancing ?" I said to Marc.

    I don't think he had expected me to offer such an invitation. He looked at me and smiled. "There's a lot more to you than meet's the eye isn't there ?"

    "Perhaps."

    We held each other tightly as we swayed in time to the music. My hand found and rested on Marc's behind. God how wonderful it felt. I moved and slid it inside his underpants. Any doubts I previously had were gone. Gone for ever. We pressed ever closer to one another, I could feel Marc's heart beating inside his chest and sensed the echo of my own as it bounced back from my friend. Two erect cocks aligned themselves like rods of red hot iron. If this was being gay then bring it on, bring it on without any limits. Within me there was a new sense of happiness I had never before known.

    I didn't really know what to say to Marc but as the music faded I whispered, "What now ?"

    I think we should first of all go and share the news with the rest of the team."

    "Of course. And then ?"

    "And then I think we should go back to the Winnebago where we can be alone."

    "And....."

    "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, my name is Scot and I'll be your purser onboard this Coconut Airways flight from London Heathrow to Bridgetown Barbados........"

    I looked across the flight deck and winked an eye at my co-pilot. "This is a long way from double glazing."

    Marc smiled. "True but with the right motivation anything and everything is possible."

    "I love you Marc."

    "And I love you."

    "Heathrow Control this is Coconut Airways One-Two-Zero requesting permission for engine start."

    "Start engines Coconut Airways One-Two-Zero and taxi to hold at the end of runway one-niner."

    Marc and I went through the set procedure to fire up the four Rolls Royce engines then moved to join the line of aircraft waiting their turn at the end of runway one-niner.

    "It's good to be on a flight deck again," I said, "rather than an office desk."

    Marc nodded then picked up the white handset for the intercom. "Cabin crew doors to automatic, secure and assume your seats for take off."

    Scot's voice promptly replied, "Cabin secure."

    I took a moment to smile at Scots voice, was that really the same lad who had received a spanking from Marc five years ago ?

    "Coconut Airways One-Two-Zero you are cleared for take off, ascend to two zero thousand feet the contact West Drayton Air Traffic Control on Two-One-Decimal-Nine."

    Marc confirmed the take off instructions then placed a hand on the four throttle controls for the giant Boeing 747. I placed my hand on top of his and together we moved them forward. The engines responded with their familiar roar and we began to roll down the runway. As we climbed ever higher into the sky, breaking through the cloud base and into a beautiful blue horizon I looked again at my lover and he at me. In other parts of that sky five more 747's were leaving the jet trails of Coconut Airways behind them while ten smaller aircraft criss-crossed routes from Barbados to Antigua, from St Lucia to The Bahamas. On board somewhere were the other three members of that original team: Peter, David and Charlie - they looked to me not as the head of the company but as their older brother and we all looked to Marc, my business partner and partner in life, as the team's chief motivator. A matter in which he never failed us.


    Please take the time to rate the story and dont forget to visit our sponsor - They are keeping the site free for everyone!

    Current Rating:




    This Story Is Sponsored By MatureGayDVDs.com