Saw him when I boarded
Big ginger; meaning shoulders that exceeded his wide first class seat, muscle piped on his curly-haired muscle-clad arms, same ginger curls in the hollow below his corded neck spilling from his open collar, waist diameter looking like half the width of those shoulders, and a bulging package protruding between wide-spread tree-trunk thighs. “Pardon me,” startled me out of my stalled place in the aisle as I’d been half-stepping into my own first class seat; one a. When my eyes were drawn back to the stud in four-c his were locked-in on me. I savored the additional details I snapshotted as I got into my seat and answered the overly-solicitous twinky flight attendant’s offer of a beverage before take-off. I very nearly answered, “Anything creamy and delivered hot directly from four-c’s fat cock.” Instead I settled for some water; and contemplated pouring it over my head to cool-down.
I texted Kent and Daniel a blurry photo I’d cap’d with my phone which had fortunately been in my hand as I clambered past one-b after I was called-put for blocking the aisle when I noticed “Red.” “Should I?” I asked my husband and our boyfriend.
Kent: “If you don’t, I’ll call the paramedics because I’ll know you’re sick. Based on that look of undisguised hunger and intent that boy wants him some daddy meat!”
Daniel: “Bloody hell Al! Give that a proper go then bring him home like a good hunter-gatherer!” I laughed and my balls tingled.
Game on. And apparently I wasn’t the only one of such a mind.
As soon as the seat-belt indicators went-off with a bing moments later Red was at the aisle half-bent over one-b; he was holding out his phone. He must be six-six I thought looking up at his even-more-handsome-up-close face. I was too dick-stracted and didn’t respond to the phone. With a grin breaking he said, “Go ahead; tap it.”
“That’s not all I want to tap,” I heard myself saying. I was horrified and immediately looked to one-b; headphones and no reaction.
A low rumbling chuckle from Red. “Our contacts.”
I got the clue and went toward his phone with mine and stopped short. With a reassuring advance glance toward one-b again I said, “Or you just get in my car with me when we get there and decide if we get to names after we’ve tried each other out.”
The grin widened as his eyes narrowed and glinted. “Sold. But how about a preview now?” he asked and cocked his head toward the lav.
This was a medium-sized commercial jet; the lav was in plain view not hidden at all. Fuck it!
I unbuckled my seat-belt in response and Red reassumed his full impressive height.
I didn’t mind being crushed inside the miniscule lav with this giant slab of man. He followed and was all against me as he got the door closed quickly and struggled to turn fully to me. Then his lips crashed into mine, his hard body ground into mine, his hardening cock ground into my solar plexus, and his gargantuan hands groped me from butt to shoulders before working their way impossibly between us into my slacks and jock-strap and to my surging hard-on. “OH FUCK YEAH!” I moaned as he groaned, “DAMN!” and grinned against my lips.
Damn was right; he was big too but more in proportion than inordinately big for body size like I am if I do say so myself. He was cut which surprised me. As if he read my thoughts he again murmured against my lips. “Fuckin’ hooded too! Damn this will taste good.” With that he was on his haunches crowding me back even more and leaning down as he got my pants open roughly and yanked me free from my jock-strap to swallow half of me in his first gulp.
“Fucking hell!” I shouted too loud as I grappled for purchase; I was off-balance over the toilet. I caught his short brilliant ginger hair with one fist and the counter with my other palm and went with it.
Red had no hesitance about using my balls as a steadying grip; and that fucking stoked them to a boil far too fast. That and his expert mouth and tongue-work had me sky-rocketing in just a few minutes. “Fuck man I’m getting close already!”
One second off me. “GIVEITTOMEBRO!” And back on me and working my balls even more aggressively.
But it was the ‘bro’ that did it and with a strangled growl I blew. Hard. Red glugged and choked and sucked harder and kept on me like a starving man; I finally shoved him off with a protest that sounded more like a soprano than my usual bass and knocked his head against the lav door close behind.
He laughed and awkwardly got his muscled forearm to his lips and wiped a glistening streak of my cum and his saliva and phlegm on his fur. “Fuck I love being man-handled,” he growled with that same devilish grin. And with that he twisted around, sprung the door open, and was gone.
I hurriedly got my jockstrap back in place and my pants closed and arranged and stepped out. Miraculously the flight attendant had blocked the aisle with his cart like when the pilots come out of the cock-pit. When I emerged he just grinned and said, “Naughty daddy!” as he wheeled the cart back into its place in the tiny galley.
I stole a look at Red and he was deeply involved with his phone screen … except for a grin and momentary look and wink accompanied by a slow lascivious licking of his lips as his eyes were again glued to the screen. My watch binged ; I was momentarily sorry I’d joined the free WiFi.
One-b gave no notice that I’d been gone much less his front-row view of the lav door to witness our salacious passage together to have fun. The flight attendant appeared though and asked, “Some refreshment? Or some more?” I asked for more water and when he returned with a bottle he also passed me a napkin, gestured to it, and winked. His number and name: Saul. I looked at my phone. “Since the flight attendant is cute, I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone… or two sets of stones if he’s up for both of us. LOL”
When the plane door opened the gate agent asked for me when he was finished talking to the flight attendant. I narrowly got past one-b and one-c who were in the aisle blocking my way to the agent. I was told they had instructions to take me to a waiting car. News to me; then it clicked in my blood-deprived brain: Elise, my client-boss who’d arranged for my first class seat at the last minute when her jet had a maintenance problem. Obviously her apologies were now my gain.
My dick had been straining since the lav hours earlier. “I’m traveling with four-c,” I told the agent and walked off the plane and waited by the jetway door and stairs to the tarmac; I’d moved away quickly to avoid being asked my travel companion’s name. Oh that’s right; Saul I thought. Eleven passengers deplane and after that he and the agent emerged. I was right in what I’d speculated; we went down those stairs I’d only seen employees use.
When we were in the Mercedes SUV’s back seat there was a moment before the agent or driver were in the car. “A big fuckin’ cock like that and a fuckin’ VIP! Hot damn!” Red said. The door opening limited my response to, “Glad you don’t mind the change of plans.”
The agent heard and asked, “Would you like us to stop in the terminal before we go to the car that’s waiting?” Red told him we were fine.
I had my first chance to talk with him; educated, kind, and even sexier with very clever innuendos galore. Good thing my pants were black and the wet spot through my jock-strap pouch would be partially unnoticeable.
We got to a lot and were given the keys to a red AMG GT. “This was dropped-off for you. I’m supposed to get your ID, but I looked-up your TSA profile pic. Just sign here please?” I finger-scrawled on his tablet and Red gave him a bill. “THANK YOU!” the agent said and I noticed as he pocketed it he’d given him a hundred-dollar bill!
“What the fuck?!” I hissed.
“What? I got his number when he came to get me on the plane. I don’t want him to forget me,” he said with a smirk.
“I won’t forget you Mr. Campbell.” The agent winked.
“And I won’t forget you!”
“Hey!” I protested. I’m right here!
“Dude seriously. I blew you; I didn’t propose!” The driver chuckled from inside the car; I shot Red a look. “What?!”
And then I was suddenly laughing too; Red joined in. After all I’d gotten a blow-job in the airplane lav from an intensely hot young apparently rich young guy I knew only as four-c. “Okay Red. We’re all just horny dogs when you strip away the polish.”
“I’m looking forward to stripping for you Mister Sherbourne. And at least I remember YOUR name!” The agent laughed at that.
“Have a good day sirs,” the agent said and went to get back into his open door.
“That’s SIR to you too,” I told Red and clicked the fob to open the hatch. Both the driver from inside the airline car and the agent laughed before the door was closed and they sped away.
Red turned to me and put out his hand. “Saul Campbell,” he said formally but grinning. “What’s the play?”
I shook his big warm strong hand and enjoyed the masculinity of it. “You’ll always be ‘Red’ to me; the random stud from four-c who sucked my cock like a champ! And ‘the play?’ You’re the one who mentioned stripping.” His grin said he was down.
I found out on the drive that Red’s name was Saul but he went by Duncan his middle name; he preferred Red. He wouldn’t disclose any other nick-names. I called him Red through the drive north to my hotel; Elise had relented on that since it was such a short time. Otherwise she would have arranged some Nob Hill penthouse for me like last trip no doubt.
But she’d upgraded my basic room at the St. Regis; we both whistled when the door opened. “Fuck bro! Mercs waiting? Suites? Lemme guess; that first class seat wasn’t a frequent flyer upgrade like mine,” Red said walking the expansive living room and gawking. I mentally noted the hundred dollar tip contradicting his implication.
“Weren’t you supposed to be stripping? ”
He stopped and looked serious for only the second time I’d known him. “Yes sir. And I need some … uh personal time to prep. Any idea where it is?” He wasn’t joking; the suite was sprawling.
“Oh no you fucking don’t!” I shot back. “I’m gonna lick every bit of manly flavor off you first.”
And so he didn’t prep to be fucked right then. I quickly FaceTimed Kent and Daniel, got the phone set steady on a dresser with a good view of the big bed, and we went at it.
Then we tangled the bed covers licking all over each other and getting so worked-up that I ate his grimy but not filthy hole and I wanted to fuck him like that. He convinced me to pause the action “to be sure there’s no problem,” grabbed his carry-on and on the third door try slipped into the suite’s bathroom.
In fairness his protest was weak; I’d had him worked-up so much his balls were tight and ready to blast but I’d relented. I would never want to be uncomfortable worrying about ‘a problem’ when I was getting fucked; no matter how hot it was that a top just couldn’t wait to have my hole!
From my phone Kent jokingly called, “Intermission!” I was on my back with my hard-on swaying in the air. It’s my mission to enter! I thought to myself and sighed
Red bounded out soon enough; his impressive body slick and still wet. “I’m so fuckin’ wet for you Al!” he said with a big grin down at me still hard and on my back on the bed. “Get it? Wet for you?”
I was up and shoved him down onto the bed. “You’d better be wet where it counts,” I told him.
He laughed and then sucked a breath when my middle finger roughly penetrated him. It slid though. As if reading my thoughts he said, “Ready for you stud,” and clenched impressively on my finger.
”Yes he right is ready!” Daniel’s voice came from the phone.
Red on all fours with that perfect hairy bubble butt up and his back arched was the stuff of gay dreams; his heavy hairy sac and big balls hanging free under the target was the icing on that cake. I lined-up and pressed against his tight pucker. “Don’t hold back Al. I fuckin’ need it.” If he’d said ‘bro’ instead of my name I very well might have unloaded before I penetrated him.
Instead I held his narrow waist and gave it all I had; eight thick inches of forceful intrusion. Red, Kent, and Daniel all groaned so loud it was a bass chorus.
“You okay Red?” I asked him with my dark bush jammed into his hairy ginger crack.
“Oh … fuck. Just. FUCK. ME!” he growled with strained words.
His hole was searing hot and tight as a fist grip; I wasn’t sure I could fuck him it was that tight. As I moved inside him his ass muscles released enough and we groaned together as I began to pump. The wide swollen ridge of my knob dragged over his spot he shuddered and moaned like a bitch. When I pushed back in and knocked that same spot the moan was a cry and he jerked violently and clenched on me rendering my dick motionless again. “Fuck … bro. You’re … gonna … make me … cum!” he panted.
I summoned the courage to drag my trapped hard-on back, got the same reaction, felt like I was about to rip the skin off my dick, because he was still clenched, but then SHOVED back in to my bush in his hairy crack. “Bugger him good!” came Daniel’s cry from my phone.
After that it was growls and grunts, shoves and slams, cries and contortions. I went to town on him. I couldn’t have stopped myself. And I didn’t when he shouted and writhed and jerked and growled and cussed and shot a bucket-load of cum all over my tangled bed-spread.
When he’d pumped everything out he began growling and bucking back harder into my thrusts. His channel was like what I imagine a milking machine to be; but somehow despite his growls of challenge and begging for my load I kept drilling him.
We were both sweating by the time he reached back under and grabbed my swinging balls. “Fuckin’ give me that fuckin’ load!” His grip was tight enough to make me flinch; and the heavy throb in my shaft was too much for him not to feel. “Oh someone likes his nuts worked,” he growled and began pulling and twisting and squeezing.
“FUCK!” I shouted. “Just fucking like THAT!”
I pounded him unevenly having lost all rhythm as I rocketed toward my second release with him. It seemed like I was rocketing but the trajectory became a long intense one. When I finally felt that explosion inside me I was barely making words; it hit hard and I slammed one last time hard enough to jar bones and finally felt the pump.
“Awwwww FUCK bro YEAH!” he shouted and then I was just only about unloading; I have no idea how long or how much but it felt exhausting.
Red collapsed forward and I went down with him; I’d finished my load divestiture shaky and clutching his ass in a death grip. We landed in a heap with a shared “OOOOOOMPH!”
“Jesus bro you’re still father inside me half soft than most men can get at full wood,” he panted below me.
“Tha—nks,” I panted. “Gimme … sec … will … recharge … “ I couldn’t even believe my ears at my own words; my dick was taking. Clearly it wanted more of him.
That made him laugh under me. He reached back and caught my left cheek with his big hand and pulled me deeper and caught my right hand by his head with his and laced his fingers. “I fuckin’ hate your husbands!” he said clearly joking.
We finally disengaged, bid goodbye to Daniel and Kent across the room, and I laid back on the bed. Finally I said, “Where are you staying? What part of San Francisco?”
“I’m ummm … “ He’d stopped.
“Your bag is too nice for you to be homeless,” I joked.
“Truth is I’m headed for Palo Alto; my business is down there.” That’s the same long distance south of the airport as we’d driven north from the airport to my hotel in San Francisco.
“Wow Red! I’ll drive you,” I said.
“Fuck no! It’s like an hour and a half in traffic at this time of day,” he protested. Then he looked at his non-Apple smart-watch. “Fuck,” he said. “I’d better get a move on; I’m probably going to be late depending on the Lyft time.”
He swung his feet around and got to his feet; all muscles rolling. As he leaned back down across the bed his dick and balls joined the roll and sway and my dick responded. He planted a searing kiss on me and then pulled back for a moment looking at my dick and up my chest. “I … “ I began to say I know my racing stripe up my chest is grotesque.
“I know we just met and only swapped sperm and sweat; but damn if you weren’t already married … “ He stopped and looked back to my again-soaring hard-on. “And you couldn’t JUST be married to one guy; I doubt I’m smart enough to get away with one murder much less two!”
I took him by his big hairy low-hangers. His fat dick slapped my wrist and smeared his knob-snot on my forearm. “Get the fuck back in my bed!”
He very convincingly told me, “God man if I could I absolutely would!” He disengaged after another kiss that put me at dripping again. “But I can’t; I don’t even know if I really have time to shower,” he told me heading quickly into my bathroom, “but stinking of sweat and cum isn’t the impression I want to make!”
“I WILL drive you,” I called through insistently as he disappeared inside and the water started. “In my car this time,” I said more to myself and chuckled as I dragged myself out of bed to get dressed.
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