Don't private jets usually have beds?" Where's the bathroom?" Billy asked, interrupting whatever Talon was about to say."Right this way," Marcus said,...leading Billy through a doorway towards the back."How long until we actually land?" I asked, sitting back down to put my shoes on."About ten minutes now," he said, "I figured you would need a few minutes to wake up." Why did you wake me up that way?" Not that I minded, it was just a little unnerving considering our fairly platonic. He had to find out somehow that I was gay. Would he still want to be my best friend? Would he want to be more than friends? He was very popular with the ladies so the latter wasn't even a possibility.It was a Sunday afternoon and I was expecting Jordan to arrive at my house within the next hour. As I sat on my bed and watched the television I couldn't help but think about the gorgeous boy who would soon pleasure me with his presence. I felt my penis growing harder in my pants and had to act. ’ ‘I sure hope there’s mail on this bird. It’s been hard on the men, not getting anything from home for the past few weeks, especially this close to Christmas’, the chief said as we walked up to the LZ. ‘Hope so, too. Morale is suffering without it’, I responded. Just as we arrived at the LZ the familiar ‘whaump, whaump, whaump’ sound of the helicopter’s main rotor signaled its arrival. As soon as it touched down, the pilot killed the engine and he and the co-pilot climbed down to stretch their. .. I ... I ... I’ve had enough.” I stammered between deep breaths.“You know, you deserve to be tickled,” she said like a mother talking down to her child. “Don’t you agree?”I looked back and forth between Ms. Connor and Tonya. I looked them up and down as I huffed and puffed my reply.“I ... I ... Can’t ... Please ... I ... I just ... Y ... Y ... Yes ... I do ... I deserve to be tickled...” I admitted. “But ... Huuut ... Huuut ... Haaa haaa haaa...” Ms. Connor didn’t let me continue and applied.