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The Red Eye
Chris was angry that he didn't get upgraded to First Class. "Shit," he thought. "Six hours in coach on a fucking red-eye." He was coming back from LA and had just boarded. It had been a great weekend and he was tired from running the LA marathon. Chris was also very horny.
He settled into his aisle seat, which was in the emergency exit row. He had managed to get the prized seat by pleading with the cute gate agent. Now, Chris settled in and waited as the people filed past him, bumping him with the all the oversized crap they brought onboard. A frazzled woman climbed in his row and took the window seat and covered herself with a blanket and curled up in the seat facing the covered window. Yawning she seemed to be oblivious to anyone else. "Good," thought Chris. "She won't be a talker."
Chris went back to reading his iPad when he saw someone in the corner of his eye stop and turn toward the seat opposite him. The man was in his late thirties and had the nicest legs Chris had seen in a long time. The man's feet were big and rested comfortably in his flip-flops. The calves were thick and hairy and the tapered at the knee only to expand up to well defined quads and hamstrings and, finally, to a rounded ass that was cleaved with muscle and tantalizingly covered by gray gym shorts. Chris watched his ass flex as he stretched to put his small travel case in the overhead bin. His waist was average and his upper back was nice and wide. To Chris' surprise the man turned to Chris and said, "Excuse me, I'm in the middle."
Chris was looking square at the man's crotch only a foot from his face. This big, hot man was going commando! As Chris slid out of his seat to let him in, he saw the man's cock outline in the shorts, the thickness and the mushroom shape of the head. The man sat in and smiled a hello at Chris. He was handsome, with dirty blond hair, a day or so of growth on a wide chin, hazel eyes and big white teeth. His thick arms bulged as lowered himself into the seat.
Mr. Middle Seat settled in and crossed his hands over the seat belt. Long, thick fingers with trimmed fingernails laced themselves together. He put his head back and Chris took in the man's thick neck and nice pecs under his t-shirt. The fight took off and soon after the obligatory beverage service concluded, the captain announced that the cabin lights would be dimmed.
As the man slept, he reflexively cupped his balls with his folded hands. As he did this, it pushed the head of his cock up each time and Chris could see the outline ofÊit clearly; the wide head sitting on a thick width of the soft shaft. Chris tried to read but he could not help but watch the man's crotch. About a half-hour later and several dozen reread pages, Chris noticed that the cock was growing larger. The man's hands, cupped below the shaft made his cock stick straight up in his gym shorts. It grew some more and was now a thick bulge through the thin fabric, which did nothing to hide the shape and size of his cock.
Several times as Chris stared, the man shifted each time slowly aligning his cock so that now it was lying on his leg. It was perfectly outlined, thick and slightly pulsing. The man's hands resumed their clasp at his waist and their weight pushed the cock down his leg further. Chris' heart was pounding as he watched. The woman was turned away, eyes covered with a pink blindfold, and the passengers around him were asleep, snoring and unaware of this amazing spectacle. It was then the man executed one slight, lazy move, arching his back and stretched his legs, and his cock slipped out of his shorts. It wasn't so much a slip as it was a slide. The thick head and a few thick inches popped out. Chris' eyes popped open as he saw this in the dim light. It was there, hard, resting on a hot, hairy thigh. Chris swallowed not able to take his eyes off it. He glanced up and the man was sound asleep, breathing in that heavy deep sleep rhythm. Chris stared for what seemed like a very long time. The cock stayed hard and he started to discern the details of it in the dark.
Then without really thinking about it, Chris reached over and touched the big, thick cock. He pulled his hand back slowly trying to rationalize what the hell he was doing. His mind was quickly divorcing itself from the world of the sane. He reached over and pulled the flimsy blue blanket he had stolen from First Class when he boarded and put it over himself. Then he stretched it over his knee so that it blocked the aisle view of the man's amazing cock. Still on primal autopilot, Chris licked his thumb and index finger and gently stroked the underside of the great cock head, sliding his fingers the short distance on the frenulum. He slid his fingers up and down coaxing a reaction. He was rewarded with a swelling flare of the cock head.
Emboldened, he softly spit in his hand and reached over and slid his slick palm from the head up the length of the shaft and made it a few inches up the man's shorts. He had a good five inches of what must have been a seven or eight inch cock in his hand. He slowly started to palm-jack the man's cock and he felt the first wetness of leaking pre-cum. "This can't be happening," he thought and he continued to palm the cock.
Chris felt the hot ooze continue as it dribbled in his hand. He stopped and quickly looked up at the man's face, sure that he would see an angry stare and then feel the retaliation. Instead the man's head had rolled to one side and his mouth hung slightly open in deep sleep. Chris let his breath out as he matched his sigh with the stroke of the cock. As if his own dream, Chris licked his hand, tasting the man's juice and added more spit, mixing it with the sweetness. He then took hold of the shaft and slid his hand up to the base and slowly slid it down to the head. It was about eight inches he thought. He slowly slid up and down the length of the shaft, not wanting to go too fast to jostle the man awake but enough to illicit friction.ÊÊThe cock got even thicker at the base and was difficult to get his hand around. God, he wished this cock were in his ass. He could almost feel what it would be like slipping into his own hot, tight hole, pounding him without mercy.
Chris opened his eyes and realized that this had gone too far. Like, TSA arresting him too far. He slowly slid his hand off the man's cock and pulled the shorts down to cover the bulge. Chris leaned back, breathing hard and then slowly made his way to the restroom in the back of the plane. He glanced at the flight attendants talking behind the curtain as he slipped in the restroom.
He splashed water on his face and dried it. He was shaking from horniness and nerves. He had never done anything like that before. He turned and unzipped his pants to pee but instead slowly stroked his own cock. Chris closed his eyes as he drifted back to the sight of that this cock and the feel of the thickness in his hand, the hotness of the shaft, the sweet, musky smell of the man's pre-cum and his spit. He threw his head back as he shot on the restroom wall. His come flying out of him with such force his balls ached. He opened his eyes and saw the mess. Quickly cleaning up, he turned and slid the door lock open and slid the louvered door open. Mr. Middle Seat filled the doorway.
He stepped into the restroom like Chris wasn't there, pushing him to sit on the toilet seat. He reached back and locked the door, turned and slid the thin gray gym shorts down under his cock in one move. It was then Chris saw what he missed in the darkness of the seat. The man had a wedding ring on his left hand. Without a word the man reached over and pulled Chris by the back of the head onto his big cock. Chris was scared shitless, but he opened his mouth and sucked on what cock he could get into his mouth. The man was not gentle but pulled at his hair as he thrust his big cock into Chris' mouth. Chris reached up and felt the hairy balls and began to squeeze them. With his other hand he began to spit polish the big cock, more to keep it from plowing into his throat than anything. His cock felt so good. It was big and tasted like clean, fresh sweat, the pubic hair brushing against his eyes and the spongy cock-head hitting his throat over and over again. Tears were streaming down Chris' face as took the assault.
Chris had no choice but to get a rhythm going as the man pounded into his mouth. Then as if a garden hose was shoved into his mouth, Chris' mouth was full of cum. Really full. He swallowed, gagged and swallowed some more. The heavy cock kept Chris' lips stretched over it as the man continued to fill him with more come. It drizzled down his shirt and onto the restroom floor. The man pulled out of Chris' mouth and let the last little spurts hit Chris in the face.
The man reached over and grabbed a handful of paper towels and cleaned himself up and Chris sat staring at the man and his impossibly long, thick cock. The man wrapped his cock in a paper towel and shoved it back into his shorts. He opened the door and backed out, letting the door slide shut. Chris quickly locked it again and cleaned up the mess, shaking and his cock aching again. As he exited, he was relieved that no one was waiting to use the restroom. In fact, glancing at his watch, the entire time spent in the restroom had only been about ten minutes. The flight attendants were still softly talking behind the curtain, reading their magazines and drinking coffee.
Chris apprehensively made his way to his seat. He nervously glanced to the middle seat to see the man, his hands cupping his crotch, with his head back, eyes closed, apparently asleep.