I had to admit, we look very smart in our uniforms. We modelled them for each other in the apartment, the evening before starting work. I chose to wear a jockstrap, lifting and enhancing my package. Ansel tried various types of underwear, then decided on nothing. His penis clearly showed down his left leg. I just had to unzip him and give him a BJ.
Our first flight was a ten hour trip across the pond to the Big Apple, though we wouldn't have time to sample the nightlife. Our pilots for the journey were Julian and Andrew, both in their early 30s. I fancied both of them, especially Andrew, who was a red head. For some reason, gingers always do it for me. The flight went well, with Ansel hitting it off with a couple of gay lads, though we weren't meant to fraternise, though they did swap numbers.
We were put up in a hotel close to the airport, ready for the return journey next day. We were joined in the restaurant by Julian and Andrew. It soon became apparent that we were being chatted up, and we were happy to go along with it. A few glasses of wine, and we adjourned to their room, which had two large single beds. Julian immediately mad a bee line for Ansel, And Andrew and I watched as they kissed and stripped one another. Julian couldn't believe his luck, when the 10" trouser snake sprang out. I didn't know whether to get it on with Andrew, or watch the porn show unfold. I didn't get a choice as Andrew sat on the bed, pulled my trousers down, and eased my dick out of the jock. The other two were already in a sixty nine, Julian's bud winking at me. Somehow, Andrew managed to carry on sucking me, while undressing himself. I took my shirt and tie off, and Andrew did the rest. Naked on the bed together, we were soon as deeply involved as the others, groping and kissing each other. Andrew slithered down the bed and gave me head, slobbering saliva on my 7.0", before lowering himself down. Ansel was being fucked doggy and making lots of noise. Andrew rode me with gusto, with me thrusting up to meet him. Surprisingly, Ansel and Julian swapped, and now Julian was on his back, with Ansel sliding his long pole in. I wanted the same, so I turned Andrew over, so that we were both shagging missionary. Fucking in unison, the two pilots came first, firing over their bellies. I decided to let my cum join his, so I pulled out and tossed over him. Seeing that, Ansel did the same, sending ribbons of cum into Julian's face and hair. We dressed and went down to the bar, leaving them to clean the mess up. We went to bed about 11.00, cuddling up together.
Next morning, I woke in time to see Ansel coming back from the shower, the same as he'd done all those months ago. Before we could get involved, I excused myself to the bathroom, and showered myself. We didn't really have time for sex, so we kissed and tossed each other. On our return flight, Ansel drew the attention of a pretty lad by himself. He kept calling Ansel's attention, just to make small talk whilst staring at Ansel's bulge. About half-way through the journey, Ansel relented and beckoned the guy up to the galley. I had to watch as the boy knelt, pulled Ansel's manhood out, and sucked him off. Not wanting to be outdone, I dropped my pants to give him a second helping. He spent the rest of the flight with a smirk on his face and cum on his shirt.
We had two days off, before our next job, an 11.5 hour flight to San Francisco. It was nice to have the time to make love again. We had learnt to be completely versatile and experimenting to find different ways to excite. After the fun we had with the pilots, we wanted more, but that would have to wait.
We flew off to 'Sisco. Most of the flight was overnight, which meant the passengers could sleep, but for a baby that kept crying. The ever lovely Ansel took it off to the flight deck, coming back with a smiling babe five minutes later, much to everyone's relief. With a near-sleepless night, we were glad to fall into bed, having asked for a wake up call for 7.30. We'd both used the bathroom and wandering around naked, wondering if we had time for sex, when there was a tap on the door. The bellboy had brought a complimentary breakfast and newspapers. He took one look at us, put the tray down, and walked over to Ansel and touched the tip of his penis. It was going to make us a little late, but Ansel led him by the hand to the bed. I was already hard as Ansel dropped the lads trousers and boxers, bent him over, rimmed him, and plowed in. The boy cried out as the weapon slammed into him. With little time, Ansel fucked him hard, breeding him in minutes. I had cum on the carpet watching. We rapidly got ready and hailed a taxi to the airport.
The return journey was uneventful, we managed to get some kip, and were home again. We needed a long sleep to get over the jet lag, and spent most of the day in bed making love. Before leaving for the airport again, another trip to New York, we uploaded a joint profile to a hook-up site, with carefully selected dick pics, stating that we could usually host. Replies cane in almost immediately, something to chew over for when we returned. A couple of profiles in particular caught our eye. We could afford to be selective. Surprisingly, we also had a message from the gay couple that had chatted Ansel up. Loads to ponder, it looked like we could have all the cock we could handle.
