Let's Do a Dope Deal - Sex Stories

Let's Do a Dope Deal

... Four small lights in what looked like a clearing. Tom was yelling for me to turn but I decided to circle the field once to get better oriented. I approached from the North after making out a truck at the South edge of the field in the trees. I dropped the flaps, then the gear and slowed to just above a stall. The horn coming on every once and a while as I jockeyed with the power. I was right on top of the trees and then the clearing was below us. I chopped the power and pulled the yoke back into my lap. To say the landing was firm was an understatement but we were hardly moving half way down the clearing toward the truck. I added some power and got up a bit of speed then pulled one throttle to idle, hit the same brake and sk**ded the plane around in a tight turn so we were facing the way we came. I immediately shut down the engines and opened the door. I was on the ground first and had my dick in my hand, urinating before Tom got out of the airplane. In the distance I could see a couple of guys heading toward us. They were a couple of hundred feet away. God, did it feel good to piss. Tom immediately went to meet them and called back over his shoulder for me to unload the airplane. I took my bag out first, threw it out in front of the plane and then started tossing the suitcases out. They were heavier than hell, maybe fifty pounds a piece. I put the last two on the wing and climbed down. I walked casually toward my B4 bag, picked it up and started heading for the trees about ...

... fifty feet away. I heard my name called but keep on walking. I'm about twenty feet from the tree line when I hear Tom beating feet toward me. "Willy ! Willy ! Hey ! They're going to give us a ride into town. Hold up." Yea, sure, Tom. I'm thinking. I looked over my shoulder at Tom. He's about fifty feet behind me running with a brief case in one hand and something else in the other. It's still not light enough in the field to see much of shit. But something flashed through my mind. Apocalypse Now ! Those guys with the mud on their faces. I know I flinched for a split second and my knees got weak. Maybe that's why I dropped my B4 bag. I dropped to my knees, pretending to go through my bag. Sure enough, less that ten feet away, lying at the base of a tree is a guy with a rifle. I took a deep breath and rustled around in my bag for a moment as Tom approaches me, now walking. He's got a gun in his other hand. "Hey ! We going to split the money now ?" I say loudly when he's about five feet away. He stays at that distance and I pick up my bag and walk toward him. I'm about two feet away when I whisper to him, "Listen carefully, Tom. I'm only going to say this once. There's at least three guys over in that tree line with war paint on and rifles. I figure the place is surrounded with feds or whatever so I'm going to fly out of here. You can either shoot me here; in which case, you'll probably spend the rest of your life in prison getting butt fucked every night or you can put that gun ...