'Just another routine flight for work', I thought to myself as I descended from the check-in area on the escalator towards the Security checkpoint. Seeing the mass of people already started to irritate me. Then, my eye caught a glimpse of the most unbelievably handsome guy. He was wearing a warm flannel shirt [one button lower than I would] to allow his pecs to breathe, form-fitted jeans with a slim waist and plenty of a bulge behind the zipper, and slightly worn boots - you could tell those boots fit him so comfortably. His hair was dark brown and neatly cut with a bit of curl in the back like he wears a cowboy hat or baseball cap regularly. Lush brown eyes drew me in from ten feet away.
'Stop stareing', I murmured to myself. But damn, he was a MAN and a half! He was twelve people ahead of me in the Security line. We ended up going through different checkpoints, so I figured this would me my last glimpse of him. I made it through my line, slipped my shoes back on, grabbed my laptop and bag, and headed towards the train. Giving one last look back, I saw him on the bench putting his boots back on. 'That's the last of him', I thought.
I made it to my concourse, stopped to buy a bag of chips and a bottle of water, and found a seat at my gate. With an hour until takeoff, I made myself comfortable and buried my attention into surfing on my phone. I was just chilling in my casual T-shirt, loose-fitting running shorts, and socks and sneakers. Usually, I'm a people-watcher, but this time I wasn't really interested.
After a while, the counter clerk made the announcement that they'd begin boarding in ten minutes. I looked around and saw quite a larger crowd now gathered at the gate. Then, I saw HIM again! He had my full attention now! He was sitting almost directly across from me, but two seats to the right, still close enough to see his open legs and bulge in his jeans.
Group A was called to line up first. I gathered my things and gave him one more glance. He was looking right at me. I felt nervous all the sudden and just smiled and nodded 'hi' as I turned to head up to the line. 'Holy shit, he busted me checking him out', I thought. Next thing I know, I'm smelling a faint scent of some heavenly masculine cologne. Without being obvious, I glanced back and guess who is standing directly behind me... HIM!!!
'Oh My God!, Oh My God!, Oh My God!', I thought. I could feel my body temperature rising. 'If he's standing right behind me, he must have a seat near me.'
I board the plane, find my row, and stow my laptop bag [keeping only my phone, bag of chips and water, and small backpack] before sliding into the window seat - third seat in. He was right behind me. He was stowing his bag and I got a glimpse of a trail of hair underneath his slightly untucked shirt disappearing into his underwear. He slid into the middle seat right beside me. I was intoxicated in him. His legs immediately brushed up against mine causing me to do the courtesy readjust so as to not intrude his space when all the sudden in a low voice, he said, "You're fine." At that point, I knew our legs were bound to touch again.
We buckled up, taxied to the runway, and sank back in our seats as we thrusted into the blue sky. I took one look outside the window but returned to my peripheral vision of his body, his legs, his bulge! He leaned in a little to get a look out the window. He was so close, I could have kissed him. I could feel his body heat as we were shoulder to shoulder, leg to leg. I was melting inside! 'Fuck me already', I was screaming in my brain.
He initiated a casual question, asking "You travelling for work?" Oh my God, this man is talking to m.e.
"Yeah," was all I could muster up... visibly a bit nervous still. "You?", I managed to get out. Turns out, my destination was only a layover for him.
The interior lights went dim, so I pulled the window shade down to cut the brightness. With the awkwardness of deciding who gets the arm rest, I just slightly crossed my arms into my lap so the he could have the liberty of the arm rest. He slid his arm diwn off the rest and into my lap. My dick could feel his warm fingers through my loose shorts. His fingers could feel my warm dick - growing!
The lady in the aisle seat had her eyes closed as she leaned back resting. A little self-conscious of what was happening, I put my arm over his on the remainder of the arm rest to conceal what was really happening. In no time, my dick was peaking out of the leg of my shorts and he was carressing my smooth full head, gently flicking the tip ever so often and rubbing the ridge of my glans.
Just the smell of this MAN was arousing my senses, muchless his hand rubbing my dick. I could feel the point of no return approaching. I grabbed a few napkins and tucked them underneath my dick and his hand just in time to catch my load. I fought not to moan out loud, my dick unloading on his fingers into the napkin in spurt after spurt after spurt. It was one of the best orgasms I'd had in a long time!
He started to pull his hand back slowly, so I lifted my arm off of his to give him room. He looked directly in my eyes and licked his cum-soaked fingers clean. I gave him a smoldering half smile - still trying to compose myself and clean up. I had no more mapkins to offer him, but he didn't need any. His fingers were all clean now.
The lights came on and we touched down. I whispered, "Thank you" as we stood up to gather out things. "My pleasure," he mouthed back.
Once we got off the plane, I felt awkward again. Do I say goodbye and wish him well? Do we just go our separate ways and never look back? He broke the silence with, "You have time to grab a bite to eat?" Still lugging that lame bag of chips, I said, "Sure, lead the way." (Lame response, but effective.)
We hopped on the train and went to the next concourse down the line. We were very non-verbal, but together none the less. We made it to the upscale restaurant...but he looked back at me, noding for me to contunue following. We wemt into the men's restroom where he noding again for me to follow him into one of the large stalls. This was one of the nicer restaurants where the bathroom stalls were roommettes with the full length walls and doors. We sat our bags and things down and he started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He barely got the zipper down before I knew what he wanted.
I took his hands and moved them aside. I dropped to my knees and gave his hands my ears, neck, and head to hold while I worked his pants down. His underwear was moist. He must have enjoyed our earlier encounter and it was my turn to enjoy him again in another way. I slid his underwear down in time for his semi-erection to appear and continue growing. He was carressing the back of my head and neck in anticipation.
Holding his hips with my hands, I leaned in and took his warm moist cock tip in my mouth. A few circles with my tongue around his head led to me sucking in about half his engorged cock. He moaned in ecstacy, pulling my head a bit deeper onto him. My mouth was watering with this MAN steak inside my mouth. He released the pressure on my neck and let me work his cock. He was ready to explode already. He washed down my throat in his climax and all I could do was keep swallowing and swallowing. His load was warm and delicious. He kept inside my mouth until his breathing and heart calmed. I looked back up at him, but his eyes were closed in enjoyment. He opened his eyes and mouthed, "Thank you."
I stood up while he got his clothes back together. We hugged and went on out to the restaurant for a drink and lunch at the bar. We shared a few stories and laughs before going our separate ways - no expectations, no demands, no regrets!
'Stop stareing', I murmured to myself. But damn, he was a MAN and a half! He was twelve people ahead of me in the Security line. We ended up going through different checkpoints, so I figured this would me my last glimpse of him. I made it through my line, slipped my shoes back on, grabbed my laptop and bag, and headed towards the train. Giving one last look back, I saw him on the bench putting his boots back on. 'That's the last of him', I thought.
I made it to my concourse, stopped to buy a bag of chips and a bottle of water, and found a seat at my gate. With an hour until takeoff, I made myself comfortable and buried my attention into surfing on my phone. I was just chilling in my casual T-shirt, loose-fitting running shorts, and socks and sneakers. Usually, I'm a people-watcher, but this time I wasn't really interested.
After a while, the counter clerk made the announcement that they'd begin boarding in ten minutes. I looked around and saw quite a larger crowd now gathered at the gate. Then, I saw HIM again! He had my full attention now! He was sitting almost directly across from me, but two seats to the right, still close enough to see his open legs and bulge in his jeans.
Group A was called to line up first. I gathered my things and gave him one more glance. He was looking right at me. I felt nervous all the sudden and just smiled and nodded 'hi' as I turned to head up to the line. 'Holy shit, he busted me checking him out', I thought. Next thing I know, I'm smelling a faint scent of some heavenly masculine cologne. Without being obvious, I glanced back and guess who is standing directly behind me... HIM!!!
'Oh My God!, Oh My God!, Oh My God!', I thought. I could feel my body temperature rising. 'If he's standing right behind me, he must have a seat near me.'
I board the plane, find my row, and stow my laptop bag [keeping only my phone, bag of chips and water, and small backpack] before sliding into the window seat - third seat in. He was right behind me. He was stowing his bag and I got a glimpse of a trail of hair underneath his slightly untucked shirt disappearing into his underwear. He slid into the middle seat right beside me. I was intoxicated in him. His legs immediately brushed up against mine causing me to do the courtesy readjust so as to not intrude his space when all the sudden in a low voice, he said, "You're fine." At that point, I knew our legs were bound to touch again.
We buckled up, taxied to the runway, and sank back in our seats as we thrusted into the blue sky. I took one look outside the window but returned to my peripheral vision of his body, his legs, his bulge! He leaned in a little to get a look out the window. He was so close, I could have kissed him. I could feel his body heat as we were shoulder to shoulder, leg to leg. I was melting inside! 'Fuck me already', I was screaming in my brain.
He initiated a casual question, asking "You travelling for work?" Oh my God, this man is talking to m.e.
"Yeah," was all I could muster up... visibly a bit nervous still. "You?", I managed to get out. Turns out, my destination was only a layover for him.
The interior lights went dim, so I pulled the window shade down to cut the brightness. With the awkwardness of deciding who gets the arm rest, I just slightly crossed my arms into my lap so the he could have the liberty of the arm rest. He slid his arm diwn off the rest and into my lap. My dick could feel his warm fingers through my loose shorts. His fingers could feel my warm dick - growing!
The lady in the aisle seat had her eyes closed as she leaned back resting. A little self-conscious of what was happening, I put my arm over his on the remainder of the arm rest to conceal what was really happening. In no time, my dick was peaking out of the leg of my shorts and he was carressing my smooth full head, gently flicking the tip ever so often and rubbing the ridge of my glans.
Just the smell of this MAN was arousing my senses, muchless his hand rubbing my dick. I could feel the point of no return approaching. I grabbed a few napkins and tucked them underneath my dick and his hand just in time to catch my load. I fought not to moan out loud, my dick unloading on his fingers into the napkin in spurt after spurt after spurt. It was one of the best orgasms I'd had in a long time!
He started to pull his hand back slowly, so I lifted my arm off of his to give him room. He looked directly in my eyes and licked his cum-soaked fingers clean. I gave him a smoldering half smile - still trying to compose myself and clean up. I had no more mapkins to offer him, but he didn't need any. His fingers were all clean now.
The lights came on and we touched down. I whispered, "Thank you" as we stood up to gather out things. "My pleasure," he mouthed back.
Once we got off the plane, I felt awkward again. Do I say goodbye and wish him well? Do we just go our separate ways and never look back? He broke the silence with, "You have time to grab a bite to eat?" Still lugging that lame bag of chips, I said, "Sure, lead the way." (Lame response, but effective.)
We hopped on the train and went to the next concourse down the line. We were very non-verbal, but together none the less. We made it to the upscale restaurant...but he looked back at me, noding for me to contunue following. We wemt into the men's restroom where he noding again for me to follow him into one of the large stalls. This was one of the nicer restaurants where the bathroom stalls were roommettes with the full length walls and doors. We sat our bags and things down and he started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He barely got the zipper down before I knew what he wanted.
I took his hands and moved them aside. I dropped to my knees and gave his hands my ears, neck, and head to hold while I worked his pants down. His underwear was moist. He must have enjoyed our earlier encounter and it was my turn to enjoy him again in another way. I slid his underwear down in time for his semi-erection to appear and continue growing. He was carressing the back of my head and neck in anticipation.
Holding his hips with my hands, I leaned in and took his warm moist cock tip in my mouth. A few circles with my tongue around his head led to me sucking in about half his engorged cock. He moaned in ecstacy, pulling my head a bit deeper onto him. My mouth was watering with this MAN steak inside my mouth. He released the pressure on my neck and let me work his cock. He was ready to explode already. He washed down my throat in his climax and all I could do was keep swallowing and swallowing. His load was warm and delicious. He kept inside my mouth until his breathing and heart calmed. I looked back up at him, but his eyes were closed in enjoyment. He opened his eyes and mouthed, "Thank you."
I stood up while he got his clothes back together. We hugged and went on out to the restaurant for a drink and lunch at the bar. We shared a few stories and laughs before going our separate ways - no expectations, no demands, no regrets!