The security line at the airport was pleasantly short, but unfortunately slow moving. My eyes wandered the other reticently patient travelers shifting from foot to foot. The line crept forward, agonizing.
I noticed a young, athletic man join the line across from me on the other side of the adjustable barrier. He was near a young woman, but I couldn’t tell what their connection was. He was white with tanned skin, lean with ripped muscle, wore a well-fitted t-shirt, baseball cap, and tight lounge pants that showed a nice bulge and butt. His medium length and had dark hair curling out the sides of his cap.
Our eyes met briefly, and we smiled. The line shifted, splitting us apart.
I was attracted to this guy and kept checking him out. I routinely glanced over at him in his line, the distance between us frequently changing. A few more times our eyes met, but I wasn’t sure if it was coincidence, because I was often looking, or if he was also showing interest. Normally I have an accurate gaydar, but I just couldn’t be sure with him. He was chatting away with the young woman who remained close by, closer than a stranger typically would. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, or leer in public, I turned my attention to my phone.
The line crept enough to where the young athlete was across from me again, only the stretchy barrier drawn between us. Keeping my eyes on my phone, I could see the length of his penis dangling along the soft fabric of his lounge pants.
Fuck, I thought, feeling my dick rising from the view. It looked like a good 5inches flaccid, sticking out slightly from his crotch. As I inspected his dick, the guy reached down and scratched at what I assumed would be a bush above his dick, making his dick bounce.
My own dick throbbed and ass fluttered. Reactively, I looked up at him. He was waiting to meet my gaze. He grinned before he spoke, “Crazy line today right,” he asked, his hand giving one more scratch, dick bouncing, before is hand dropped away.
“Yeah. I thought this was going to be quick since there are few people here,” I responded after missing a beat, his cock had my tongue for a moment. I returned his grin, my dick swelling more. Oh, he’s gay alright, and interested.
“Where are you heading,” he asked.
“To Paris. And you?”
“Same. I have a game and some training.”
“What sport?”
“Tennis. What takes you to Paris?”
“Oh nice, I used to play just friendly games. I was decent, no match for you though I’m sure. I’m visiting for pleasure, but also to improve my French. I studied it in high school and college but want to be able to actually speak it.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. You look pretty fit to me,” he said, noticeably checking me out. “Good luck with the French, I always struggle with the pronunciations. Looks like the line’s going to move. See you on the other side.”
I smiled and nodded. Turning the final corner, I waited for the security officer to call me over, approve my documents, and direct me to the conveyor belt line. There were two lines open, but these too crawled.
I arranged all my items in the bins and waited. A family with small kids behind me were called ahead to slip through the regular metal detector. Behind them, the athlete came into view again.
“So, we meet again,” I joked.
He smiled and reached into his lounge pants. His hands moved inward and cradled his package, pushing it forward, the soft lounge pants modeling to the length of his tantalizing penis and showing a hint of balls, before taking out his wallet, cell phone and other items. He had clearly exaggerated the movement for my benefit.
And benefit I did. My dick throbbed and a spike of sexual yearning rippled through my groin.
Raising his right leg to take off his sneaker, his dick obviously rested on his inner thigh. I could just make out the bump of his dick head. My dick throbbed again and became fully erect. Supposedly the scanners can see dicks with the new security machines. They were going to see my 8incher in all its glory.
“My name’s Scott,” he said, giving me another look over, my obviously hard dick bulging the front of my chinos. His eyes lingered there for a moment.
“Grant, nice to meet you.”
“Same.”
I was called forward, spread my legs and arms, and posed for the machine to scan me. My polo formed to my arms and shoulders, showing off my muscles and revealing a hint of my underwear waistband. And my dick bulge was on full display. Scott didn’t miss any of it.
The agent waved me through, giving me a cheeky look, clearly they’d seen my above average dick, and I waited for my items.
Scott posed in the machine. His t-shirt lifted and I got a nice view of his curved butt and the black waistband of his underwear.
I started collecting my items, organizing my wallet and cell phone. I dropped my sneakers on the floor and leaned over to tie them. Scott moved next to me, his crotch aimed in between me and the conveyor belt. His penis at my eye and shoulder level as I bent over tying my sneakers. It was inches from touching my shoulder.
He shimmied, making his long dick swing like a pendulum under the sweats.
Holy fuck, I moaned silently in my head.
Finishing tying the laces, I stood up as Scott leaned over to the conveyor belt to grab an item. His crotch moved forward into my hand, the back of which grazed the length of his dick. Hoisting his backpack over his shoulder, he grinned at me. Emboldened, I winked back. Grabbing my belt, I lifted my polo and looping the leather through my chinos, my movements purposefully pushing the chinos downward, showing off more of my underwear and toned abdomen.
The young woman with him said something and started pulling him away.
“What’s your number,” Scott asked. “Maybe we’ll have some time to meet for dinner in Paris.”
We exchanged numbers and Scott was whisked away.
My dick throbbed in my chinos, watching his athletic ass walk away, the sweats displaying it well. I had half a mind to spank my nut out in the bathroom, just to calm my cock down, but I never found that appealing. I just rode the erection out and planned to see what I could do with it once I reached Paris.
Sitting at the gate, I kept an eye out for Scott but only saw him as boarding began and the first-class passengers were called. He must have been in the lounge and must have been doing well at tennis to be traveling first-class.
When my group was called, I shuffled through the line and scanned my boarding pass. The scanner made extra noises. “Looks like you’ve been reassigned and have an upgrade! Your new seat number is 10E. Enjoy your flight,” the gate agent said with a broad smile.
Excited but quizzical about the upgrade, I made my way onto the flight and realized I’d be sitting in first-class. I figured the upgrade would have been to economy plus, not first-class, there was no reason for the airline to give me this big of an upgrade, I didn’t travel that much. But I sure was going to enjoy it, I’d never flow first-class before.
The first-class section of the plane was designed with individual and double cabins. Passengers could close the door and have complete privacy.
I found my seat, the aisle seat – which reclined fully into a small bed – of a double cabin.
I got situated and looked around for Scott but didn’t see him, nor did I see the young woman he seemed to be traveling with. I took stock of the amenities: pillows, blankets, a 14inch TV, bottles of sparkling water, controls for the reclining seat. A steward came by to greet me and asked if I’d like a drink. He promptly returned with a well-made Old Fashioned and some salted nuts.
Enjoying my drink and finding something to watch on the TV, I heard a voice at my side.
Turning my head, I saw a familiar sight. A nice long dick hugged by lounge pants.
“So, we meet again,” Scott joked, grinning down at me. “Looks like we’re going to be cabin mates for the flight.” I shifted, about to get up to give him space to pass by to the window seat, but he placed a hand on my shoulder, “No need for that. I have plenty of space.”
Scott turned and side stepped into the cabin. His hand was still on my shoulder, holding me tight. He leaned forward a bit to keep from hitting his head. His dick leaned in his pants also, pushing out against the fabric. I had to restrain myself from ripping his pants off and shoving his dick in my mouth. Twisting, Scott’s glutes engaged as he sat in his seat. How I wanted to play with the muscular ass!
“How’s the drink,” he asked, settled into his seat.
“I like it, well-balanced” I said, offering him a sip. He wrapped a hand over mine holding the glass and brought it to his lips for a taste. Watching me as he sipped.
“Oh, yes, tasty,” he said with a wink.
His hand held mine a moment longer before letting me go.
The rest of the plane loaded and the stewards prepared for takeoff. Scott also got a drink, and we chatted about work, Paris, life. Our dinner orders were taken just before takeoff.
About an hour later, as we continued chatting, our dinners and wine were delivered, the cabin door was closed, and we kept chatting.
“Mind if I squeeze by you again,” Scott asked. “Nature is calling.”
“No worries,” I said with a grin.
Scott squatted as he shuffled sideways through the cabin, his muscular butt flexing under his lounge pants, the waistband pulling down over his muscles, showing off the top of his underwear. “I gave you my crotch last time, so you get the butt this time,” he half joked, turning his head back to look at me.
“I’m happy with either end,” I teased back, though was being completely earnest in my retort.
He bent over sideways, sticking his butt out toward me, pushing the cabin door open.
My dick was raging again.
Scott slipped out and closed the door behind him.
I rubbed my dick through my chinos. I wanted to erupt.
Scott was back quickly, pulling the door open to see my hand still on my crotch.
He grinned.
Closing the door behind him, his crotch in my face again, his dick clearly longer, tenting the fabric more. “Having some fun,” he said suggestively, looking at my hand on my dick.
“Yes,” I said, going for it, “But you and I could have a lot more than I’m having alone...”
“I hoped you’d say that,” Scott said, still hovering over me, and explained how he had gotten the airline to move my seat to join him in his private cabin. He liked to travel in a private double, and for once he wanted a cabin mate. “The way you were looking at my dick and butt, and with how sexy you are, I hoped we could join the mile-high club.”
I needed no other confirmation. My hands slid up the outer legs of his lounge pants and entered his pockets. One hand found his dick and the other his scrotum. I rubbed both. His dick springing to life. Keeping my hands in his pockets, I pulled his lounge shorts down to reveal a pair of black trunks with loose legs and pouch that had let his dick swing and dangle.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “And you look amazing.” His 7.5inch cut cock was at full mast, standing upward in the pouch, the entire head sticking out the top.
“Do whatever you want,” Scott encouraged. “With the way to were drooling over my dick and ass, I assume you’ll want to suck on both…”
I leaned forward, nibbling and licking at his package through the trunks. I then bathed his naked head in saliva.
“OOhhh fuck,” Scott moaned, instantly ejaculating a stream of thick precum. I licked some of it up, but the rest flowed down his shaft behind the trunks.
“AAAAAhhhhhhhh,” he moaned again, releasing more of his sweet nectar as I sucked up the first release. “I’ve been so horny fantasizing about your mouth of my cock,” he said, “I’ve built up a well of precum.”
I pulled down his trunks, letting his cock fully free, tucking the waistband under his nuts. Two thick streams of precum coated the sides of his shaft and had pooled in the dark brown bush at his base.
I licked teasingly at his head and dick hole. “Give me all of it,” I said, sliding his entire dick into my mouth. His precum helped slick my mouth. His bush smelled clean. His dick throbbed inside and I felt warm liquid drain into my throat.
We moaned together and I pulled back, making sure to get his dick nice and wet. I sucked back down, up and down, moving faster and faster. More and more precum leaked from his dick, making my mouth super slick.
“Fucking hell,” Scott moaned, bucking his hips into my mouth. “You suck a mean fucking cock!”
Sucking hard on his dick, my hands explored his tightening testicles and his ass. I pulled the sweats and trunks down in the back too, the waistband now resting on his thighs. Kneading his muscular glutes and probing at his anus, Scott moaned more consistently.
I folded the material of trunks and spread his butt cheeks, burying the trunks in his crack, basically giving him a wedgie, but one that stimulated his anus rather than hurt. Pulling on the waistband that trailed upward from his crack, the soft trunk material rubbed along the length of his butt crack, over the sensitive anus and over his taint.
“Holy fucking hell,” he yelled, shoving is dick deeper into my mouth and pounding the back of my throat. “This is even fucking hotter than I imagined,” he moaned, panting.
I moaned into his dick, vibrating his meat.
I sank back in my seat, his dick sliding out of my mouth. Precum glistened the length him and his cock bounced with blood pulsing through it. His dickhead was dark red and stretched tight.
My tongue ran over my teeth and the roof of my mouth, tasting all his juices, and swallowed a load of it. I continued playing with his ass, gently tugging on his trunks He squatted down, exposing his ass more, and gyrated against his underwear.
We were face to face, slowly leaning into each other, our lips touching. Pressing together, kissing, we sank into a passionate make-out. We sucked on each other’s tongues and he moaned into my mouth as I became more aggressive with his ass.
He broke from the kiss and turned around. “And now you get my ass again,” he said, putting the naked, sculpted flesh in line with my face.
I yanked his trunks and sweats off, dropping them to his ankles, and buried my face in his slightly hairy crack. My short beard tickled his ass and my tongue lapped at his hole, coating him with saliva and his own precum. His hole was open, waiting. It spread further open and seemed to try pulling my tongue inside.
“Yeah, yeah, fuuuccckkkkk,” Scott moaned. “Lick that hole. Get me ready for your dick!”
Pressing the tip of my tongue to his hole, his anal lips crept up and pulled me inside. Applying pressure, more of my tongue entered his hungry hole. He whined, bending further over. I slipped out and probed back in, tongue fucking his ass while taking my chinos and black sport briefs off. My 8inch cock was rock hard and slippery with copious amounts of my precum.
Scott moaned at the sight.
“You want this cock in your ass,” I teased, wagging it at him, my meat swaying above my crotch.
“OOOhhhh, fuck yeah,” he moaned. “Give me that cock. It’s even bigger than mine!”
I pushed him forward and knelt on the seat, the head of my cock pressing into his anus. He leaned back without missing a beat, the weight of his body sinking my fat mushroom head inside his ass. I slipped in easily and he sank down by shaft, taking all 8inches at once and moaning in a mixture of pleasure and surprise. My 8inches buried to the hilt, my bush tickling his muscular ass, he didn’t move.
Breathing heavily, he was getting used to the size of my meat spreading him open.
“GGGgaaaaaaaaa,” he eventually moaned. “Feels like you’re splitting me in half... I fucking love it.”
I grabbed his hands, entwining our fingers, holding them to his glutes. I kissed the back of his neck. “Yeah Scott, feel me inside of you. Stretching. Beating. My heat. My length. Enjoy the intrusion…
I kept kissing and lowered myself slowly to a deeper kneel, my cock gently slid down the inside of his anus.
Scott whimpered through each millimeter of friction.
I pistoned back up, driving my cock hard into the inner reaches of his ass.
“AAAHHHH,” Scott moaned sharply.
I continued this technique for a while, sliding a little further out each time before driving completely back in. On the final round, my cock popped free from his ass and Scott sat back down, driving it fully inside himself. He had me pinned to the seat, with no room left to maneuver. Holding my hands to the arm rests, he twisted around on my cock.
“Fuck,” I moaned, his tight, warm ass rotating on my pole.
He now faced me, my cock fully inside him, his cock wet with more streams of precum, resting on my abdomen, just below my defined pecs.
He leaned in, kissing me, and gently started riding my dick.
Pulling back from the kiss, he rode with gusto, pounding his ass up and down on my dick.
Our moans became more constant. I felt my testicles tightening and saw his do the same.
He leaned forward and just rode the top few inches of my cock, planting his face in the small of my neck, muzzled into my muscled shoulder. Squeezing his anus on my dick, waves of pleasure rolled up and down with his anus massaging my cock.
I grabbed a firm ass cheek with one hand, relishing the feel of his glute working as he rode me. And with my other hand, I wrapped my bicep and arm around his hand, holding him to my neck, gripping a fist full of his thick hair.
He whimpered and rode me harder.
His cock bounced, slapping onto my abdomen, precum leaking like a broken faucet. I grabbed it, releasing his ass, aimed it at my face, and bent down, holding his head to the side. He was far enough up my dick, and his was long enough, for me to suck on the top few inches of his raging meat.
We moaned loudly and picked up speed on each other’s cocks.
Precum poured into my mouth and his anus.
I released his head and he gripped my shoulders. I squeezed and twisted one of his nipples.
Scott whimpered but was quickly cut off by a moan caught deep in his throat. His ass clenched onto my cock and pulsed. His cock throbbed, swelling with more blood, and cocked, flooding my mouth with cum. The first ejaculation was one long jet of cum. So much that even as I swallowed, some of it spilled from my mouth down his shaft.
The amount of cum I drank from his orgasming dick sent me over the edge and my cock burst in his ass, spewing its own copious amounts of cum inside.
Scott’s second ejaculation was another massive jet of spewing cum. I moan wildly, muffled by his dick in my mouth and the cum I kept swallowing. His third, fourth, and up to sixth pulse settled into drops of cum. I swallowed and swallowed as his ass filled with more of my seed. Some cum slid down my shaft as his riding slowed.
Spent, Scott sank down into me, my still hard cock getting buried in his ass. I shuddered from post orgasmic sensitively and a little more cum leaked into his anus.
His cum soaked cock rested on my six-pack abs.
We kissed. He licked some of his cum from my mouth and licked the overflow off my face.
“Fucking hell,” I panted. “You are one hot fuck.”
“Same with you,” he said. “Happy I got your seat changed.”
We cleaned up with tissues in the cabin and settled down to watch a movie together.
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