Report- Southwest Airline pilots cut corners on fights..

[desertrunner]

https://www.thedailybeast.com/southw...es-to-take-off

[sonatine]

Man that article takes me back.

The summer I turned 18 was back in the late-70's when men's shorts were short and their socks were knee-high. I liked to ride my bicycle and rode to a forest preserve a few miles from my house.

After riding up and down the road through the parking lot I noticed that I was getting a lot of glances from the many men who were parked out there.

Since I only had on my shoes, knee-socks, short shorts and a jock strap, I wasn't surprised that I turned many heads. My shaggy brown hair, swimmer's build and tight round butt attested to that.

As I rounded one curve I noticed two men dressed in business suits go walking down a dirt path and disappear into the woods. This struck me odd as neither was dressed for hiking. I locked my bike to a picnic table and followed them.

Down the path I could see one of them standing behind a tree. I thought he was pissing because as I approached I saw a dick that was 10" long and thick staring right at me. The man pointed it at me and said, "Here kid, go for a ride on this!"

I had never had sex before but I once saw a porn magazine with a guy giving another a blow job. Mesmerized by the huge cock, I dropped to my knees and gave that man the best blow job that I could.

As I was doing that the other guy walked up and put a little brown bottle up to my nose. He told me to inhale deeply and when I did my head started to spin. Suddenly I had an incredible hunger for that cock and devoured it as the second guy took off my shorts and began eating my ass.

The second guy put the head of his dick to my hole and I started to protest. Then he gave me another hit of the poppers and I dropped to my hands and knees to suck the donkey dick as the 2nd guy slid into my ass for a hot fuck.

They both came all over me and gave me the poppers as they left. I stood up wearing just my jock and took a big hit of the poppers which caused me to fall back on my butt.

Laughing, I laid back with the bottle next to me.

"What do we have here?" I looked up to see a tall blond, masculine man standing over me. He quickly knelt down, took a hit of the poppers and stuck a finger up my ass. "Oh, yeah. You're ready," he said as he pushed down his shorts and lifted my legs over his shoulders. As he guided his 8" cock inside me I took another deep hit. I didn't even protest as he fucked me good and deep as my feet flailed in the air above him. He practically had me folded in half as he pounded my ass.

He got up and left after he unloaded in my ass. I shakily got to my feet and turned to lean over a fallen tree to get my bearings when I looked down to see a pair of coveralls at the feet of somebody behind me.

"That looked so hot! I'm gonna use his cum as lube," the man behind me said as he fucked me standing up. "Take another hit!"

As I did that he pulled out my ass, pushed me to my knees and came all over my face. By now I was staggering as I walked down the path. I thought I was heading to my bike when I entered a clearing to find another big, barrel-chested man lying on his back sunbathing in the nude. With his eyes closed he oiled up his cock and stroked it to an impressive 8 or 9" hard-on.

I stepped out of my jock, walked up to him and took another hit of poppers. He suddenly looked up at me with the bottle to my nose and asked, "Am I dreaming?"

I just straddled him and sat my ass down on his big cock and began bouncing up and down on it.

"I guess I'm not the first in there today!"

After he came in me I passed out on top of him. I awoke some time later alone and face down on his blanket, the brown bottle next to me. The blanket was pasted on to my chest from the cumloads shot on it.

I found my clothes, went back to my bike and rode home thinking that I was no longer a virgin. When I got home i jumped in the shower, took one last hit of those poppers and started thinking about going back to those woods tomorrow.

[PLOL]

Great article. Reminds me of something that happened to me recently.

I was in need of a new pair of jeans. Like any normal guy I just rotated through the only three pairs I owned for years but they were starting to show signs of wear. It has been a few years since I've even gone clothes shopping so I decided to go all out.

The store was eerily quite for the holiday season approaching but I counted it as a win while I searched through the endless sea of jeans. "32x32... 32x32..." I counted in a whisper as I found the stacks of relaxed fits. Reaching the end of the pile I got up in frustration and went to move on.

"Need something?" In the corner of the store sits a large man, looking like 6'3" and maybe 275lbs. The signature bright red shirt gives away the fact he works here but he genuinely seems like he wants help. "Looking for something particular?"

I smile and start walking towards him. "Relaxed fit, 32x32." He looks me up and down and smiles back.

"Oh honey, that waist looks more like a 30." The gay flair is suddenly unmistakable. "Here." He points to a stack a few feet away from him. Almost immediately as I bend over the first few pairs are all in the 30x32 range. Looking through the stack I pull a few out in varying sizes and turn around to the man, eyes still set on me. "Three pairs?" I nod yes and he hands me a little placard with a big "3" on it I presume is used to stop theft.

The changing rooms are situated in their own little closed off area, and inside there are the individual dressing rooms. A mirror hangs in the dressing room but it is far smaller than I would need. Getting into the first pair I can't really see my full self. There was a mirror in the small walk way so I decide I'm going to have to walk out and check. As I exit the room the man turns around in his seat which is positioned in the opening to the area, watching me check myself out.

"Are those the 34s?" He seems pessimistic about the fit. I nod yes. "Yeah, no, not happening. Try the 32s." I re-enter the changing room and switch out into the 32s. Immediately upon exiting the room his face lights up. "Definitely better, but I think the 30s will look perfect."

"You think so?" I twist and turn while glancing at the mirror, checking out the fit on the front and back. "These feel comfortable."

From the reflection I can see his eyes roll. "Comfortable isn't cute, though, just try on the 30s." It can't hurt I think to myself as I go back into the dressing room and switch into the last pair. Coming out into the small hallway I twist again in the mirror as the attendant watches on. "Oh hunny definitely the 30s."

I turn around to face him. I think it's clear he's interested. At least a little bit. "They fit okay, you think they don't look too tight?" I twist and start showing off to him instead of the mirror.

"No way, they're perfect. Actually, have you tried a slim fit?" He gets up and goes to a pile next to him, looking through and grabbing a pair from the middle. "Try these."

He hands me a pair of 30x32 slim fit which seems too small. "I don't really like it, too... slim I guess." He rolls his eyes again.

"Just try them on!" He motions his hand in a dismissing way to the dressing room I am standing in front of. I go in and start changing into them but I can tell they're too tight as I put them on. The grasp on the upper thighs and my crotch is too uncomfortable. I open the door and am immediately confronted by the guy who never left standing by the door. "Oh, yes girl, those are the jeans for you."

"I don't know," I walk out into the walkway and look in the mirror, "they're too tight."

I turn and check out my ass which does look a lot better in these jeans. The guy must have seen me notice. "See, that makes your butt look fine."

I turn and start showing off for him again. "You sure? These are like... too tight."

He looks back at the empty opening of the hallway to the store and then back at me. "Oh please, you're cute but I don't think you have ten inches bunching up in there." He points at my crotch and has a very conceited look on his face. It makes me laugh.

"Well, thanks. I wish I did." I twist back around and my full body is now facing him. "They're just, too tight for my boys, you know?" I put my hands near my crotch as if I'm showing it off.

He looks back at the opening of the hallway, then to the clock on the wall, then at my crotch. I grab on the outside of the jeans at my dick, loosening it from between my leg and the tight jeans. "Do you need help with that?" I look down and see that you can somewhat see the outline of my dick, now getting a little hard, through the jeans. I smile, walking back into the dressing room, and as I turn around he's followed me in. He shuts the door which leaves the two of us only inches away. "I only have a few minutes."

I reach down and unbutton the jeans to which he unzips them, pushing me down onto the small bench. He gets into his knees and pulls my dick out, still in the process of getting hard, and cups his warm hands around it. "Daddy's gonna treat you right" he whispers as he puts me into his mouth. Within seconds I'm fully hard as his head bobs up and down on my cock.

An exasperated breath flows out of my mouth as he puts his weight in his arms onto my legs, grasping the base of my cock with one hand and using the other to guide it along as he slurps on my dick. His pace was extremely fast and his strokes were very fluid and exaggerated. I was amazed at how quickly he was bringing me to orgasm.

"Ohh... where do you want it..." I put my hand on his head and grasped at his short hair as he continued to go to town on me. "Where do you want it" I repeated myself this time a little louder than a whisper. His weight doubled down on my legs as he hummed a deep moan, his tongue vibrating on the underside of my shaft. "Ohh, I'm cumming!"

His eyes glanced up at me for a brief moment before going back down to my cock. Somehow his movements got even faster and more expressive. I normally try to hold back my cum as I think it makes my orgasm stronger but this time I couldn't. Immediately I feel the release of cum down his throat as my body twitches in ecstacy against the weight of his arms. I try to remain quiet, gripping the bench with my hands as I let out a deep sigh. I can feel my balls bouncing with each shot against the tight jeans.

As my orgasm subsides he pulls me out of his mouth, wiping himself with his arm. "I gotta get back to work."

"Wait," I say as he stands up, "can I return the favor?" As I reach for his khaki pants he pushes my hand away.

"I really have to get back." He fixes himself, opening the door slowly and peeking out, then leaves. I wait a few minutes and collect myself, along with the slim jeans and the 32s, and leave. As I walk by the desk he's sitting at he hands me his a receipt with his phone number.

[desertrunner]

jsearles22: Posting links, zero commentary

I'm rather surprised and shocked SWA would do this as they've had a long time reputation of "systems" and "systems checks" before and after flight. This was a special note in a management class I once took where SWA was highlighted for their safety record an superior system checks. I find this new article disappointing.

Will I still fly with SWA, probably. Will the other members here still fly with SWA?

[SPIT this]

Good stuff. Reminds me of a different time...

I was living in Hollywood where I am one of the many out of work actors trying for his big break. Work is hard to come by out here. Without a good job, pussy is too.
One time I took a job cleaning pools. It was a good way to keep my tan and to see how the truly wealthy lived. Most of the time the people weren’t even home. I doubt they swam in the damn pool either but my paycheck cashed and I had free time for auditions.
One time I was cleaning a pool in the hills and the owner was around. She was an older woman, probably in her early 40’s. She looked pretty good for her age in a way that money helps. It was a hot day and I wasn’t wearing a shirt while I worked. She sat inside the house watching me. I first noticed her looking while I was getting chlorine she was in the kitchen looking out the window. Later when I was cleaning the bugs out of the filter I spotted her looking at me from the sun room.
After I had finished and before I left, she asked me if I wanted something cold to drink. I wanted something to drink alright. I agreed. I asked her if her husband was around. She said she was not married. She lived alone. I should have known, the place was as tidy as could be. It looked like Martha Stewart’s place.
My host asked if a number of clients come on to me. I told her that I had just started and that she was the first. “I am not coming onto you!” she stammered. She was embarrassed.
“I am sorry, I can go” I said.
“No, please stay.” She continued with “I am all alone”
I began to feel bad for her. She had obviously found success enough to afford this home yet she was still alone. I introduced myself as Jim. Her name was Tina.
Tina looked like an attractive woman. She was wearing white cotton pants, a long sleeve shirt, and white sneakers. She was very preppy and not really my type.
“It has been a long time since I have been with a man” She said. I didn’t know if it there had been women in the meantime or if she was trying to talk about her dry spell. I think she was alluding to a long bout of bad luck. I didn’t know what to say so I sat there silently.
“Do you think I am attractive Jim?” She asked.
“I do. I think you look very nice in your outfit” I said. Where the fuck did I come up with that? Outfit? What was I thinking? Tina leaned over and started kissing me. It was a little awkward like a fifth grade spin the bottle kiss. She didn’t seem to know what she was doing. Soon though she opened her mouth a little and we explored each other with our tongues.
As we went down the hall to the bedroom Tina again said something about not being with someone in a long time. I didn’t know what to say so I just kept my mouth shut. Didn’t Ben Franklin once say it is better to keep your mouth shut and to be thought an idiot than to open it and not get laid? Either way I followed Tina to the bedroom.
I was already shirtless so I began to take off my shoes, socks, and pants. I was free-balling that day and I was very quickly naked. Tina gasped at my naked body. She was really staring at my penis.
I moved closer to her and started to remove her top. I tried to do this in a sensual way but it was a little clumsy. The neck of her top got stuck on her chin and for a while she looked like the loser in a hockey fight. While she was struggling to remove her top I noticed the wrinkled skin of her upper chest. I had only been with younger women at this point and this excess skin did not strike me as attractive. Soon her top was off and we were kissing again. I removed her bra. Fortunately, that went more smoothly. It wasn’t an Arthur Fonzarelli one-hander but it was close. Her breasts were small and fairly firm. I was very excited to touch them and she reacted positively.
I bent down to remove her pants. I gently nudged her to lay down on the bed while I wrestled her chinos off of her hips. I grabbed her panties at the same time and off it all went. I looked down to see what appeared to be 40 years worth of pubic hair growth. It looked as if a man with an afro had beat me to the cunnilingus portion of today’s event. I couldn’t believe the size of her bush. Damn, I thought, she needs to sleep with the guy that trims the fucking hedges.
Regardless, I figured a woman like this was used to the best so I went down. It was a little uncomfortable with all of that hair but I managed to go under it and do my thing. She was very appreciative. So I guess it was worth it. Despite all of the strange things that I was experiencing my unit was ready to go. I slowly got on top of Tina and inserted my cock into her pussy. She cooed and moaned that it felt so good. It did feel good. I did my best to make love to her in a sensual way despite the fact that I didn’t know a thing about her. I wondered if this is how gigolos feel. Eventually, it seemed that Tina had enough. I thought of something erotic and got myself off.
When I was done Tina told me “That was great” but not in a very convincing fashion. I left the house soon afterward and drove home. The next week the boss told me I was fired. He said it just wasn’t working out.