Chute 01

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Chute 01

Hi, I’m Conner, but I’ve picked up the nickname Chute since I was given a birthday gift a while back to go on a parachuting tour and since then, I’ve been jumping out of perfectly good airplanes at least twice a year. And maybe sky diving isn’t exactly mainstream yet, but there are tours every single day and all you need is a little bit of training, a little bit of equipment, a little bit of cash and a little bit of nerve. Well, and a lot of faith in your equipment, but other than that, jumping is not as much of a daredevil thing as it might seem.

And I’m not hinting or anything, but all of these jumping tour company’s take people up on a regular basis and do well enough to keep food on the table for their families, so if you’re sitting on a little bit of cash and you don’t mind buying an old airplane, well, I know of a lead tour guide jumper who would gladly work for you and wear fishnets stockings under his jumping flight suit. Just a thought.

And with proper belting, well, I promise you that my appearance in a jump flight suit will be half of our advertising, so.

But other than that, hey, I’m Chute and I have a shy side sometimes when I’m dressed and I have a not so shy side when people notice that I’m pretty good with belting techniques. I have a few friends who know and support me and I have a few friends who know and avoid me and then I have those friends who stand in the middle, but wouldn’t pass up a chance to slide right between the middle of my legs. Some of which might be my fault, but early in the process, you need people to flirt with and before you’re able to get out much, well, that’s why some video tournaments are as popular as they are, but my line in sand is still visible. With my old friends. I have been getting out more lately and there doesn’t seem to be much of a shortage of guys who like guys who dress the way I do.

Oh, and not to dwell on it or anything, but come on, with the way my short hair peeks out from under the edges of my jumping helmet? Come on, I’m your damn advertising billboard!

Anyways, while you sit back and ponder what your next investment might be, which might be something like “Fly Boy Jump Flights” or something, I’ll be sitting back waiting on your call while I plan out my best jump ever. Not that I’m trying to plan out a jump in a whip ass rave outfit as I crash a party that way! But it could happen. LOL, as soon as someone hosts a rave party during daylight hours.

Also, ugh, it absolutely drives me crazy when someone says “well, shoot, Chute” as their opening statement to me!

“Well, shoot, Chute, I’m glad that you’re getting out more these days, but did you have to wear your jump suit tonight? And just who straps that body cam around your chest when you jump out of a perfectly good airplane, hmm?”

“Mark, it’s just one of my warm up suits, not a jump suit. I don’t have the Strip all figured out yet, that’s all. And my jump instructor, Hank, well, he likes videos for his website, so, I mean, maybe Hank makes certain that I’m strapped up tight, but it’s mostly legit (for perverts). Anyways, Mark, I stopped to talk to you on the Strip for a reason and that reason is that you are the tech handyman, so I wouldn’t be mad if you could figure out how to attach a small camera to this.”

[Hands Mark a, ooh, a leg garter belt. Huh, Mark snatched that!]

“Hmm, hmm, hmm, well shoot, Chute, I can do that, but since I’ve never tried this before…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’ll need me to try a few things and since it will go around my leg, I get it, you’ll need me to provide my leg for fit and function, Mark.”

Well, Mark is cool enough and since I would wear the modified leg garter belt during Levent travesti a jump, I would have my jump suit on, so, there would be no need for bare leg modeling. LOL, I hoped!

And I’m just going to fast forward through that right here. I mean, Mark did manage to put something together, but Hank the jump instructor said no way to that. Hank made a point to point out that it would probably just flip around my leg during the free fall and that with the flimsy material of the leg garter belt that it could rip to pieces and become flying debris, which could injure someone, so, that idea was dead on arrival. But Hank did try it on me like nine times. You know, just to make sure. As did Mark when I first picked it from him a few days before.

Also, apparently, I like having my legs felt up.

Anyways, back to my recent time of hanging out on the Strip.

“So, I know you from a couple of places, you’re Russell, right?”

“You don’t know me and it’s just Russ, so?”

“I know that you’re Russell from the Churned Butter Shop crew here on the Strip. I’m Chute, by the way, so?”

“Well, shoot Chute, the Chute who leaps out of airplanes that don’t have engine problems, that Chute?”

“It’s a hobby and something different to do. So, Russell, did you want to buy me a malted or a coffee tonight, hmm?”

Well, wow, that was a hard pass! I guess. I mean, don’t people say “yes or no” or even ‘thanks, but no thanks” anymore? But with the way Russell turned his back on me to stroll up the Strip, well, his shoulders were way to broad for someone of my size. I mean, I could have curled up and hid in that space between his shoulder blades, so, bye, bye, Russell. Oh, and you can verify my recollection of that rejection for yourself from my Chang page video thread. I mean, the flimsy spy camera leg garter belt may not be suitable for a jump, but it worked just fine standing and walking on the Strip and it matched with my warm up suit that I wore that night.

However, when you’re rejected cold and you’re standing close to the Lava Java Coffee Shop, I mean, you go inside to pout, right?

Oh, and they are not creep shot videos! It’s not my fault that a creep shot spy camera sewn into a leg garter belt is that just the right height to capture the people strutting and swaying up and down the Strip! It’s a benefit, tee he, but not on purpose!

[Door chime jangle]

“Oh, shoot Chute, I’m glad you stopped in before closing time, but I have a bit of a customer rush, so?”

“Carry on, Belinda, I’m in no hurry and I was going to use the restroom to remove my warm up suit for my last hour on the Strip anyways, so?”

“Well, leave the door open, if you want to, tee he.”

LOL, nope! I mean, the door swings and slams shut on its own and I was fully dressed underneath, so it didn’t really matter anyways. Except for this guy named Randy who apparently, liked to watch people remove a warm up suit no matter what they wore underneath.

“That is a lot of zippers.”

“And none of them are for you, so?”

“Those are the Denim shorts that you’re wearing underneath?”

Nope! I wasn’t about to answer every single stupid question that guy mumbled.

“All of those shiny rivets look cool.”

“Thanks. They’re star studs.”

“Do you just ask me to be your star stud, hmm?”

“LOL, nice try guy.”

“Holy gone fishing snap, fishnets too?”

“Well, I keep my legs covered one way or the other, so?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, why are you going into a stall now? I thought we had a connection here!”

[Stall door closes and locks]

“Well, what was I supposed to do? Straighten a few things out in front of you? That’s boyfriend stuff, Levent travestileri so?”

“Aha, aha, aha, I’m your boyfriend for tonight! What’s your name, hmm?”

“Well, they call me Chute, so?”

“OMG, shoot Chute, the Chute who doesn’t care that the airplane still has it’s wings intact, yet you step out of it anyways, that Chute?”

“LOL, well, I needed a little push the first two times, but after that, yep, I step right out of the open door.”

Okay, okay, shoot, as I thought back about a few things, I mean, ugh, Hank wasn’t pushing me the first couple of times! He was humping me out of the door! Which stays buried just in case he has a come back that I engaged or something. I mean, imagine the adrenaline rush the first time, right?

“So, are you pulling and tugging at your stockings right now then, Chute?”

“I said that I had to straighten a few things. Also, since you’re peeking through the crack in the stall door then you know that already, so? And it’s Randy, right?”

[Stall door unlocks and opens]

“Aha, aha, aha, yeah, Randy, boyfriend material Randy, so?”

Boyfriend material? Maybe, maybe for someone else. But once his “guy” logic kicked in, right?

“Well, shoot Chute, since we were in the same small room while you removed your sweat pants and then unzipped your shorts to tug and pull on your stockings while I was right here, I mean, we might as well just finish things off, so?”

“Did you like watching that, Randy, hmm?”

“I would have helped, so?”

“Hmm, and would you tug and pull at me from both, the front and the back then, Randy?”

“Oh, well, I mean, what? That’s not how things are supposed to work!”

Ahh, that time when you draped your neatly folded warm up suit pants over your arm and pushed the door open to exit, right? And I left my jacket on. It actually makes for a nice open zipper look. Oh, and it was that time when you scuffled out of the restroom with purpose because he was working his zipper too!

“Ahh, Belinda, what’s this?”

“Well, shoot Chute, these are two small coffees to go. And I’m holding my fingers over my eyes for when you jump into my step brother’s SUV. I texted him and well, he’s just outside waiting for you on the Strip, so?”

[Beep, beep]

“Chase? You texted Chase for me?”

“And I texted you my info, you know, just in case you update your life insurance policy before you jump out of a damn airplane that is still flying right and true! Anyways, look, I can’t see, so.”

[Wiggly fingers that can be clearly seen through. With hair to die for!]

[SUV door and closes]

“Hi, Chase.”

[Mwah, ummah, smack]

“You should probably away from the curb now, Chase, so?”

“Hmm, shoot Chute, how is it that for wearing such small pieces of clothing, that you’re covered from top to bottom, hmm?”

[Mwah, ummah, smack]

“Ask me that later, like after a couple of cruises up and down the Strip, so, drive, drive boy!”

“Hmm, can I call you my “fly boy” tonight then, Chute?”

“Hmph! Can I call you my jerk wad tonight then, Chase? Drive.”

[Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, read, tap, tap, tap]

“Oh, are you posting that your search for a boyfriend is finally over then, Chute, hmm?”

“Hah! You wish, Chase! I was just checking with the community on Chang about the rules of you referring to me as your “fly boy” tonight, that’s all.”

[Cruising without eyes completely forward]

“And?”

“Oh, oh, if you call me your “fly boy” for no good reason, then I have the right to back hand knuckle slap you across the nuts twice! And never mind the other thing, so.”

“Oh no, spill it all, Chute! Tell Travesti levent me everything that your community has to say about this!”

“Well, fine, if you call me your “fly boy” in a particular heat of a moment, well, I’m supposed to turn my hand around and do something nicer to your nuts, but we’re not having a heat of the moment, yet, so?”

“Aha, aha, aha, so, two cruises up and down the Strip and then to the old abandoned bridge, Chute, hmm?”

LOL, guy math, right? One over the speed limit cruise is the same as two speed limit cruises!

“Chase! Slow down! I think you’re going to win either way tonight, so?”

Well, Chase has been chasing after me for a while and there is nothing much wrong with Chase and his step sister actually chipped in and helped out, so.

Also, LOL, guys listen better when you reach over and do something nicer to their nuts than knuckle slapping them. I mean, LOL, they can’t drive straight, but I think that’s a part of their plan anyways, so.

“Hmm, hmm, I’m pulling into the alley, fly boy Chute, hmm, hmm, Chute, I’m going to blow if you don’t stop before I get parked in the alley!”

“Go ahead, Chase, you win this one.”

Well, I was just following the instructions that were provided from the community on Chang, so.

“Well, shoot Chute, like this spot?”

“LOL, if you want a hand job, Chase! I said you win tonight!”

[Screech, squeal, screech]

Well, the alley has clearly defined “sex behind the scenes” parking areas, so.

“Oh, shoot Chute, this feels amazing!”

[Slurp, whoa, gulp, geez, ugh, ow, slurp, slurp, ag, ag, woo, gulp, ugh, ugh, ooh, ow]

“Aha, aha, ooh, why did this take so long then Chute, aha, aha, ooh.”

[Hmm, yum, mph, gulp, slurp, woo, woo wood, oh, gag, gag, massage balls, argh, oh, ow, ow]

“Oh, shoot, Chute, you win, fly boy, we are both are winning, uh-hah, uh-hah, uh-huh!”

[Blast, gulp, squirt, gulp, stream rope, gulp, gush, gulp, gush, gulp, ooze, gulp, ooze, gulp]

“Ahh, well, shoot, Chute, you also should have said that you knew what you were doing!”

Well, I never said anywhere above that I don’t know what guys like. And after two years and about two hundred bananas, I mean, oh-oh, that was so much easier than I thought it would be!

“Um, am I driving up to the old abandoned bridge now, Chute?”

“Chase! I just swallowed your high-octane airplane fuel! How can you be ready for something else?”

LOL, guys, right? They just go all “boing, boing, boing” again just after a few moments.

Well, shoot Chute, you could rephrase that, so?”

OMG, guys, right? They always want to hear the other words!

“Fine, Chase, I was just your alley boyfriend and I just sucked your hard cock dry, so how can you be ready for something else, hmm?”

“Hah! You liked it, Chute!”

“I was ready for it, Chase.”

“Hah! You’ve been waiting for this to happen, Chute!”

“I knew it would be you, Chase, maybe not tonight, but you have had my attention, so?”

Well, here’s where things went south, which was the direction of his favor. I mean, I spent the next ten minutes jibber jabbering about how getting out of my clothes was a huge pain and not easy at all and he spent the next ten minutes driving up to the old abandoned bridge. You know, because guys just always have to win.

Anyways, after that, I mean, things are a little fuzzy, but it seems that during a hot and heavy make out session, that no matter the clothes, LOL, they come off! And being had while bending over the rear seat of an SUV was, um, wow, way too easy! I mean, there were a couple of grunts and such, but nothing like I had expected from my research on Chang and maybe Chase’s size made that favorable, but it was, um, smooth just the same.

Oh, and circling back just a little bit, yep, my jump instructor, Hank, was definitely not pushing me out of the door of the jump plane! It was just the same as what Chase and I just did.

End Chute 01

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