Avery on the Plane
I slide my hand across his chest, the stretchy cotton of his t-shirt rippling beneath my palm.
Poor Avery.
He finds it so difficult to sleep on planes.
His body isn’t built for such confinement. His broad shoulders bump up against the window and his long legs are contorted at uncomfortable angles, knees rubbing constantly against the chair in front.
My poor man has been trying to get some rest for the past seven hours of this long-haul international flight, to absolutely no avail. I’ve been dozing on and off, using his arm and shoulder as a pillow, and each time I wake I see that he still has not found sleep.
I gaze up at him as he futilely closes his eyes and tries to lie still.
The lights have been dimmed and the seat next to us is empty… perhaps I can help him out? He often gets sleepy after an orgasm…
I slowly glide downwards to slip my fingers beneath the thin airplane blanket he has pulled up over his body.
I navigate by feel, locating the thick waistband of his sweatpants, and gently prise them up, slipping my fingertips beneath like a crowbar. I do the same with the waistband of his briefs until I finally make contact with bare skin.
I sense Avery’s awareness shift. His body suddenly becomes a little more tense, alert to my touch. I look up and he doesn’t open his eyes, keeping his mask of attempted sleep on so as to conceal my little experiment.
I slide my hand further down.
I know his body so well that I don’t need to see where I’m going. I can picture the contours and curves, see them vividly in my mind.
Eventually my hand finds his cock and I grasp the firm weight of him.
It’s strange… Avery always seems to be at least semi-hard at all times. Though perhaps that’s just whenever he’s around me.
I wrap my fingers around the shaft and, extremely slowly, begin to jerk him. He starts to grow, his elastic skin expanding beneath my fingertips. I look down to check that my movements remain discreet and find that Avery has lifted his knees so the blanket hovers slightly above his lap. The movement of my fist doesn’t disturb it at all, the fabric remains as still as the surface of a placid lake.
I grin, smiling into Avery’s armpit, which is heady with the scent of international travel. We’re on the last leg of our multi-flight journey to Europe to attend a friend’s wedding. Our total flight time will be over 24 hours and Avery hasn’t showered in all that time. His musk is next level and the tang of it in my nostrils is intensely arousing. My stomach lurches, desperate with the unfulfilled desire to bury my face in his pit hair.
I continue to pull on his cock. His foreskin slides over the fat head of his dick, causing him to emit a quiet, almost imperceptible moan each time it does. I pump his cock in a controlled way, slow-fucking him with my fist for a good long chunk of time, until his breathing gets heavier and I can tell he’s about to cum.
Before he does, he leans down and presses his lips to my temple. To all the world it looks like he’s giving me a sweet goodnight kiss… but in reality, he is whispering something in my ear.
“I need to fuck you,” he says, low and urgent. “Right. Now.”
My breath catches in excitement.
I look up and our eyes meet. His are full of animalistic lust.
I have uncaged the beast.
I give the slightest nod, slipping my hand out from his pants. I reach up and cup the side of his face and he turns to lick the precum glistening on my knuckles. I lean in and give him his instructions.
“Wait two minutes, then knock three times.”
I unbuckle my seatbelt and slide out into the aisle. I can feel his eyes on my back, and imagine him hungrily leering at my ass as I make my way to the bathroom. I slip inside and lock the door behind me.
As I wait for him to follow, I take in the surroundings, all of which seem to press up against me. It’s a tight fit, but we can make it work.
There is a soft triple knock on the door.
I slide the latch and Avery pushes the bifold open, shouldering his way quickly inside. I reach over and lock the door behind him.
He immediately grabs me by the shoulders and smashes his face against mine. He kisses me furiously, his lips rough, his tongue urgent. I wrap my arms around him and press myself into him, wanting to be even closer than we already are in this confined space. He grabs at the back of my head, gripping a fist of hair and clenching it tight, as though his lust needs something to grip hold of.
Suddenly, he spins me around and shoves me roughly forwards so that I faceplant against the bathroom wall. He rips down my pants and underwear, revealing the smooth, silken surface of my bubbly crescent-moon ass.
He immediately drops to his knees and plunges his face between my crack, driving his tongue into my pussy. I let out a tiny gasp as he grips my cheeks in his large hands, digging his fingers in and wrenching them apart to increase his access.
I feel a roiling delight in my chest as I imagine how ripe I must be after this many hours traveling. Avery hungrily laps up my ass sweat, replacing it with deposits of his own saliva. This exercise is just as much about lubrication as it is about pleasure.
He gets back to his feet and spits in his hand. He spreads the thick saliva all over his cock and moves forward, resting his meaty length teasingly against my crack.
I need him inside me. I need to feel his cock push my walls apart.
“Avery…” I whisper.
He leans over my body and grips my hair. He pushes his face up against mine and licks the side of my face all the way from my chin to my sideburns. Then he hisses in my ear.
“You are going to spend the rest of this flight with my cum inside you.”
A warm buzz of arousal spreads through my chest at his words.
“Yes… please…”
He grabs his cock and adjusts it so that the tip rests on the precipice of my hole.
“When I give you all my cum, you are not to let even one drop spill out. You’re going to keep it locked tight inside your cunt for the remainder of this flight.”
I stop breathing.
His tone is formal, like a CEO delivering a directive.
It is so fucking sexy.
“I understand…” I sigh. I turn my head so that my lips are wet against his ear. “Now, please… FUCK ME.”
There is a brief moment of absolute stillness.
And then chaos.
Avery lets out a stifled roar - quiet, but brutal - and drives his cock into me, lancing me through like he’s slaying a dragon.
I grunt hard. It is a grunt of both pleasure and pain as my cunt adjusts to the welcome intrusion of his cock.
Avery doesn’t even pause. He proceeds to hammer into me, mercilessly drilling my hole.
Our bodies are mashed up against each other, both of us hunched against the wall in the tiny space. My hands find purchase on the tiny bathroom sink and I use it to prop myself up and push my ass back to give him a firmer surface to pound. Avery groans deep in appreciation.
“That’s it, make your ass nice and hard for me,” he grunts.
As Avery continues to punish my hole with his cock, I can feel my own dick has gone solid as a rock and is begging for some attention. Just as I’m about to grab hold of it, Avery reaches around, spitting on his hand first, knowing that my circumcised cock needs the lubrication. He continues to drive his cock into me while jerking me off and I swear the ecstasy of this moment might make me pass out.
“Your cunt is so perfect,” Avery pants into my ear. “You’re so tight, and beautiful, and so fucking sexy…”
He uses the full force of his body to drive himself into me, hips banging ruthlessly into my ass.
“I want to break you with my cock,” he growls, pressing my face hard into the wall.
His cock stretches me open.
It’s so familiar and comforting, the feeling of him inside me, the sound of his aggression in my ear. And it’s strange… in the thousands of hours of sex we’ve had over the years… I’ve never grown bored of it, of him. My hunger for his cock, my desperation for his lust actually grows deeper. It’s like my thirst for him gets more desperate and profound each time we fuck.
As this thought crosses my mind, I feel the tickling sensation in my pelvis that tells me an orgasm is coming.
“I’m getting close, baby…” I whisper.
Avery’s panting increases and he presses his face against mine.
“Hold on,” he urges, “wait for me.”
He continues to pile drive my cunt and I squeeze my piss slit, trying to stave off the orgasm.
Avery continues to fuck me as I reach my hand up and start to run it through his hair, tickling the back of his head. I know how I can assist this process.
“I want you to cum inside me,” I say, whispering at first. I make my voice breathy and high, the way he likes.
Avery grunts, and the intensity of his pounding increases slightly.
“Shoot your load deep in my belly. Bury it in me,” I beg, a little bit louder.
Avery starts to huff through his nose.
“Yes…” he moans.
He is covered in sweat, both our t-shirts completely soaked through with it.
“Make me yours. Plant your seed inside me,” I urge.
He starts to make a small whining sound. His cock continues to split my pussy apart, punching in and out violently.
“Say it,” he whispers, low and dangerous.
I grin.
Here we go.
“My love… my sweet boy…” I reply, teasing him with what I’m not saying.
He grabs my hair and fucks me harder, intensifying the frenzy of thrusts.
“SAY IT!” he demands, whisper-shouting in my ear.
I relent.
“My…” I pause as his thrusts reach a peak level of desperation.
“Avery.”
And he is done.
He lets out a glorious groan directly into my ear and drives his hips forward to shoot his cum deep in the recesses lower body. I feel his seed spreading warmly inside and that tips me over the edge.
I let out a small shriek as my cock explodes, shooting a splash of cum all over the wall. I jerk and spasm as Avery continues to pump his cum into me. I release another two shots, one splashing against the bathroom sink, the other covering the toilet seat.
Avery grips my body tight, squeezing me into him as he deposits the last drops of his jizz into my pussy.
Our panting has synchronised and it slowly subsides in tandem.
Avery slips his cock out of my ass. Conscious of the promise I made to him, I clench my cunt shut tight. I’m going to savour him.
I turn back to around and press my lips to his. He grabs me and pulls me in close, sinking deep into the kiss.
Eventually we part and look at our surroundings.
We have a lot of cleaning up to do.
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