Birmingham Alabama is a country town with big town ambitions. The leaders of the communities that surround Birmingham are not in the least upset that Atlanta was only a bit larger than Birmingham at the beginning of the 1900s. They felt no need to merge those communities with Birmingham to try to keep up with Atlanta's growth. Those ' bedroom communities' surround and strangle the bigger city's possible growth.
Homewood is one of them. One of it's young adult citizens is Brad Hamilton.
(Bradley Lee Hamilton)
I am another, "BIG-R"
Brad was born and grew up there in Homewood. He finished school at Shades Valley High School.
I did also.
It was a big school.
Sixteen of us were close friends.
Some were active in school sports, some like me did not care for team sports. The bond that drew the sixteen of us together was that we all liked to camp and enjoy the outdoors. Some of us liked to hunt and fish. Many did not fish or hunt but they sure ate what ever our hunting and fishing provided.
Part of us had become friends when we became Boy Scouts in grammar school. We had a wimp for a Scout Master though and he never had liked sleeping in the woods. He said one time his idea of really roughing it was having to stay in a Holiday Inn with only a black and white TV.
Brad and I organized the first camp out with our parents thinking we were going on a Scout trip.
I was about twelve then.
Earl's older brother hauled us out to near Lake Purdy and we camped and fished until he picked us up Sunday afternoon. Five of us spent a great two nights and days. Earl, Dudley, Tip, Brad and myself had the time of our lives, we skinny dipped in the lake and did as we pleased. We ate pork and beans and donuts.
We had a contest to see who could piss the most distance. Brad won.
Our group grew, the next camp out there were nine of us. Eventually before I graduated from school there was sixteen of us.
After we got out of school a few of us stayed close friends. We tried to get together often but we began to scatter. Earl took a job on the west coast, Dudley decided on a military career, Dewey took a transfer to Miami.
Brad, Stan Edwards and my self were about all that was left after a few years.
Brad had always wanted to become a pilot.
Brad got a job with an Aircraft Sales and Leasing operation at the airport. They had a pilot training school.
Brad would have worked for nothing fueling and parking planes just to be able to hang around those classes. Every dollar he could spare went for flying lessons. He got an employee discount and several of the instructors liked him enough to give him their time free.
Brad had his pilots licensee in a month. He was not through until he was qualified to fly a Lear Jet. The leasing company had two.
Brad flew a dozen flights as co-pilot without pay before he could fly as pilot.
Brad had realized his dreams. He was a pilot and getting paid to do the thing he most loved.
I got through college, Stan got a job selling new cars and Brad hired on with a firm that ran a jet courier service.
I took a job with a General Contractor in their main office in Birmingham.
Brad and I rented apartments next to each other in a new complex.
Brad flew a Lear Jet to deliver a package to different places. Brad flew out on Mondays, back Tuesday afternoon, off Wednesdays, another flight Thursday and home Friday. Brad would be off Saturdays and Sundays. He made two trips a week.
When I asked Brad what he was delivering in those packages he said he did not know. He said he did not want to know.
He had been warned that he would live a lot longer if he never found out.
Wednesday evenings we three would get together and dine out. Stan and I would always have a date.
Often Brad would not have a date unless I got him one.
Brad's job and life style kept him from meeting many ladies. Sometimes he would show up for dinner and dancing with Donna a female flight instructor.
She was a beautiful Lesbian.
Alone Stan and I would day dream about plunging into her in bed, Brad would grin and say something like " Dream on you poor bastards". Once she came to visit Brad on a Saturday morning and the three of us went to the pool at our apartments. Donna was swimming when I asked Brad if he thought her hair was that natural a golden blond.
Brad said that it was. I asked how he knew. Brad said " We took over an hour putting on our suits after she got here this morning.
That jolted my brain, was Brad screwing a Lesbian ? Was she just acting if she was one of the "Boys' and had just gotten dressed with him ?
I had to ask, I was curious. I said "Look ass bandit, can you even conn a lez out of giving you some ?
Brad grinned and said " She likes me, we are kind of buddies and if she thinks I am hard up she will do me a favor sometimes". "Hard up my ass, you have never been 'hard up' since we were kids" I said.
Brad said " Don't tell her that, please".
I asked if he ever got to her, did she ever have a climax from doing him a favor.
Brad said he usually saw to it that she did.
The next Wednesday evening Stan had a date with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, she was awesome. Stan introduced her as Darcy Evans.
Stan's date was the focus of all of us.
Donna was vibrating from desire.
I was vibrating from pure raw lust.
My date was fascinated by her beauty.
Brad knew her ! They hugged.
Darcy told us Brad had flown her and her father to Seattle Washington to attend her uncles funeral two years before. She said Brad had let her fly that jet for a while coming back.
Brad grinned and said she had not flown it into a mountain. He said she would make a good pilot if she wanted to be one.
Donna was with Brad, I had a date with a nice girl from where I worked. My date was trying to get over a bad marriage. She had told me when I had asked for the date that it was too soon for her to let any thing happen between us.
Like I said she was nice, and Brad got her to laugh a lot. Her name was Cathy.
Darcy enchanted all of us.
After dinner we danced.
I danced with my date first, Cathy asked about my friends. I told her Brad was an airplane jockey. Stan was now sales manager at the largest Ford dealership in Birmingham. I told Cathy that Donna, Brad's date, was a pilot, and a Lesbian except with Brad. Cathy wanted to know more about that. I told her she knew now all I knew about Donna and Brad.
I told Cathy that this was my first time to meet Darcy.
I danced with Donna next. She told me Brad had told her that he had let it slip to me that they engaged in sex often. Donna warned me to not ever get any ideas. She said Brad was the only man she wanted and the only one she ever would have.
I asked Donna if she would tell me about that someday. She smiled and promised she would, sometime when we were alone.
I told her I had often day dreamed about making love to her but I was sorry, Darcy would be taking her place in my dreams now.
Donna said " I will dream of her too".
I danced with Darcy later. I thought about warning her about Stan, and the way he had always treated women.
Stan was a cruel bastard.
I thought about the time when he was sixteen and had taken a pretty fourteen year olds cherry. He had fucked her for several weeks and gotten tired of her.
He had driven her out to a place where five of us were camping one Saturday night.
Stan had made her undress in front of us and fucked her on my sleeping bag. Stan told her to suck all of us off or he would never ask her out again.
She cried and begged him to not do her that way. She said she loved only him.
Stan had told her to get her ass in the car and he would take her home and never ask her out again.
She had sucked all of us off but Stan still had not had any thing to do with her after that.
He just dropped her !
We felt ashamed about being a part of that after it was over. Brad made us all promise we would never tell any one about her doing that.
The girl graduated from school with every one thinking she was still a virgin.
Darcy was no fourteen year old school girl.
What ever happened between her and Stan would be between a grown woman and a guy that got his kicks out of humiliating women.
Time passed, Stan and Darcy were a "Thing". He brought her to our Wednesday evening dinners every week for two more months before they announced their engagement.
Brad, Donna and I went to their wedding together, all of us kissed the bride.
That was when I found out Darcy was the daughter of the owner of the huge firm I worked for.
I had never asked Darcy if she was related to the owner of Evans Construction. It's a common name.
I shook my boss's hand in the reception line. His lovely wife was the image of Darcy twenty four years in the future.
Three months later Brad called me on a Saturday morning, he asked that I come over to his apartment. Donna and a confused, tearful and upset Darcy were there.
Stan had dropped Darcy off and told her he would pick her up in four hours. She was to fuck Brad and I or he was planning to divorce her.
I was not even surprised.
Darcy was actually going to do it to save her marriage to the bastard.
Then was when I told her about the fourteen year old kid he had made suck his friends off then dropped her like a hot horse shoe.
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