This story is based on events which have been slightly changed, though some of this is what happened to me:
I sat at the departure gate, watching the other passengers pushing in a scrum to board the aircraft early. I never understood this mad dash, as everybody would have a pre-assigned seat and I was certainly in no rush to board the aircraft knowing I would be cooped up in economy class for the next 8 hours. I used this opportunity to pop to the bathroom briefly to brush my teeth and make myself feel slightly more human after a full day in meetings in Chicago. After my brief 2 day trip, packed each day with meetings, I had not recovered from the jetlag the first time, nor had time to explore any of the city. My Chicago experience had involved a hotel room, the office and the taxis between them. After brushing my teeth, I applied some deoderant and gave myself a sniff of the pits. Whilst not completely fresh after a day at work, I thought a spalsh of something soap-smelling would be slightly courteous to my seat neighbours on this overnight flight.
It seemed as if the flight might be quite busy this evening. As I left the bathroom, the queue was dying down nicely, so I took my place in the economy line. Why am I flying economy class after a grueling 2 days of work, you might ask? Good question! Probably best to consult my corporate policy, which doesn't allow us young'ns to revel in the luxuries of business class. I only joined the company last year as a fresh faced graduate straight from university, in my first proper job.
Certainly, I was increasingly living the life I had always wanted- I had the job in London, the nice clothes and increasingly I had the looks. I had never really been a looker at school, but as I got older and started taking care over my appearance, I started to turn a few heads. I am fairly tall and slim, with a gym toned body from all the cardio sessions and fixed weights I was increasingly interested in. My piercing blue eyes always seem to get commented on, though many people think they are coloured contact lenses. My best feature, however is definitely my pert ass and I always make sure to buy clothes to highlight this asset- no better feeling than walking into a bar and feeling many eyes follow your backside as you walk across the room.
It's also fair to say that since my university days, I have become a fairly sexually liberated. I hate the term "slag" or "slut"- I'm just a 25 year old guy with a strong sexual appetite and very broad tastes. It just happened my group of best friends were very similarly minded, which always gives rise to a series of competitions and one-upmanship, such as the time we had a competition to fuck the oldest guy. If you find the right bar in London, it's not much of a competition, believe me. Anyway, I managed to bag myself a hot little 74 year old called Derek. He let me pound his sagging, pasty little ass three times that night and what he could do with his mouth was pure oral-poetry. The worst thing was, I didn't even win that competition. Though needless to say, I enjoy sex.
Anyway, from this tangent and back to my flight. I boarded the aircraft and was pointed to my seat. As a ratehr tall chap, I was so glad when I found out I had been assigned an emergrncy exit row, right by the window. Standing in my way was a member of the cabin crew, who I had to squeeze past to get into my seat. In my rush to get seated and organised, I hadn't registered his face, but as I sat down and looked up, he was looking right at me. If looks could melt, I would have been a pool of molten mess at that very moment. He looked about my age, mid-twenties, average-build, blonde hair cut into a neat, styled haircut and with a little bit of matching blonde stubble. I find gay cabin crew can look a bit camp, but this guy bucked the trend with his masculine charisma and boxy jawline. He continued to look at me and in that look, even without a smile or any words, I was sure there was some sexual attraction.
As the last of the passengers boarded, a man in his mid-thirties took the aisle seat, his young family across the aisle, though nobody seemed to be sitting in the middle seat tonight. Bingo! The guy at the end looked hot enough; decent upper body in his tight fitting v-neck sweater and an attractive enough face. For most of the flight, he would sit back and drink while his wife struggled with a kids across the aisle- what a player!
As the safety announcements played, I kept meeting the gaze of the cabin host. I could see by now his name was Sam and he had the cutest Welsh accent. At one point, he bent down on the other side of the aisle, giving me a direct view of his beautiful ass, pert and inviting. The line of his y-fronts were visible through the tight fitting material. I go mad for a man in y-fronts. I was now quite horny- I hadn't exactly gone without wanking during this trip, as I probably managed 4 a day including one on the flight over, however I was glad I was seated, as I was seriously tenting by now.
After departure, the first round of drinks came around and I was served by Sam. I asked for a whiskey and was given 3 bottles. It doesn't take 3 bottles to get me into bed. The whole time he served me he maintained eye contact with his emerald green eyes. After a couple of beers, in typical British fashion where you can only speak to strangers when under the influence, my seat neighbour decided to strike up a conversation. His name was Andrew and he had been on holiday with his family in the States and was looking forward to getting back home. After probably an hour of small talk, he moved on to the topic of sex. Straight sex, that is. He was obviously drunk enough by now to start talking about his sex life, the type of women he finds attractive (big boobs, of course) and how he sometimes plays away when on business trips. I was mostly listening at this point, nodding away in agreement, shocked that he was being so candid so close to his wife and children. In reality, of course, I was getting more than a bit turned on by hearing a staight man talking about sex. Especially when they think you're straight too. Haha. I almost came in my pants when he told me he loved anal, as it felt super tight, but that his wife never let him fuck her up her back-chute.
A few hours later, I decided to head to the back of the plane for a leg stretch and to get myself another whiskey. By this point I was a bit woozy with the warmth of the alcohol in me. In the very back galley, Sam was sitting there with another male colleague, who both looked up at me
"Can't sleep?" asked Sam. "Come and have a drink with us. Though we're on water, haha".
I tried to make small talk about what they had done in Chicago, where they had gone. I sensed that when Sam talked about the bars they had been to, he was trying to let me know that he had been to gay bars in the city and that he was gay. I had no idea of Chicago's gay scene, so I just nodded, not wanting to give away too much information if I was wrong in my assertion that he was flirting with me.
Sam had probably realised that subtlety wasn't getting us anyway fast, when he asked me bluntly in front of his colleage: "you fucked any ass over there?". Taken aback, I wasn't quite sure how to respond. My shock only seemed to amuse him and his friend. "No, actually, I didn't get the chance to check out the talent". Getting confident in myself again, I added "I have the bluest balls in the world". This wasn't strictly true, but seemed like the thing to say.
This seemed like the green light he needed and he walked over to one of the toilets at the back of the aircraft- the one with "out of use" on the door. Using his master key, he unlocked the door and ushered me in with his eyes. As I looked at his colleague, he smiled wryly and obviously was in cahoots with Sam. It seemed as if they were eachother's wingmen!
What is to lose, I thought, as I followed him in and locked the door behind me. Wow, this wasn't like the movies- it was so small, we had to move in tandem. Almost as soon as I turned to face him, he gave me the most passionate kiss, like it was his last, pulling at my hair and grabbing my ass roughly through my pants.
He took a seat on the toilet, so his mouth was parallel with my package which was stretching against my jeans by now. It seemed that foreplay was not part of Sam's vocabulary, as he yanked my zipper downand thrust his hand into my jeans, fumbing around for my cock through my cotton Aussie Bums. As he managed to yank my 8" uncut penis out my jeans, he held it against his cheek and inhaled in a way which showed just how much this guy loved man-cock.
He licked the length of the shaft, down to the base. Normally, I love my balls being sucked on, but this guy was not in the mood for removing enough clothes to do that. As he reached my foreskin, he took his time licking every last bit of my head, as he peeled back my foreskin, the crimson head of the present being unwrapped. I had not showered since this morning, so my dick must have tasted salty from my previous loads. Ther front of my y-fronts were certainly still crusty from that day's work. He worked my head further and further into his mouth, until his nose was banging by jeans zips and he was almost gagging. Wow, this guy was a pro.
After ramming my cock into his mouth fast and furiously for a couple of minutes, so that his face was ruby red and sweaty with the effort of keeping up this first class blowjob, I decided to have this session on my terms, so I pulled him to his feet and took his place on the seat, the rim still warm from where he's been sitting. I then turned him around and pulled at his trousers. He took the hint and unbuckled quicky, pulling his white y-fronts down with his trousers, giving me view of his bubble-butt. I noticed that it was fairly tanned with no tan-marks. Wow, this guy was a nude sunbather as well!
I knew we didn't have all the time in the world, so I just dug in with my tongue. His crack had a smattering of blonde hair, matching the colour of the rest of his hair. He had that taste that I absolutely love, of slightly sweaty ass. I lapped it up, kissing, teasing the hole before digging in before like I hadn't eaten for a week. My favourite place in the world is with a guy sitting on my face. It's where I'm at home! I can't be sure how long this went for, but after what felt like seconds, he shoved a bottle in my face and said "fuck me".
He didn't have to ask twice. I grabbed the bottle, sloshed some lube in my hand and coasted my rock stiff dick in the greasy lube, wanking my meaty dick as I did it. I then put some on his ass, a little quickly judging by the yelp he gave of the cold lube directly on his tongue-loosened hole. I didn't care, as I was a horny fucker by this point. I grabbed him by the waist and thrust him down on my cock. With no time to get used to my cock, I started to bounce him up and down, rhythmically; first slowly, then fast, then slowly. After a while, I flipped him round and attempted doggy style over the toilet, as far as the small space would allow. His ass wasn't the tightest I have ever felt, though judging by the fact he and his colleague have a sex toilet closed to the passengers, I assume he gets his fair share of cock!
After as while I told him I was about to cum, at which point he slides off, takes my dick in his mouth and I know what I do. I just shoot. And shoot and shoot. It feels like gallons of creamy spunk coating his mouth. Like a good bottom, he doesn't take his mouth off my cock until every last drop is swallowed. He must have cum at the same time as I noticed that my jeans are coated in stringy white cum. Lovely.
After that, he pulls up his pants, buckles his belt and asks for my business card. In a happy, content daze, I gave it to him. Of course, he emailed me the next day and we have met up na few times since.
As I walked back to my seat, Andrew was still awake, watching a movie with another whiskey. By this point, he was quite tipsy and asked me where I have been.I told him I was sitting with the cabin crew, to which he wrinkled his nose and asked me if I was sure, as he hadn't seen me back there when he had gone for a leg stretch. I assumed he would drop the topic, but after a few seconds he lent in and sniffed.
"Have you had sex? That smells like ass to me"
At this point, I decided to be honest. What the heck. He had been to me. "Yes, I just fucked the air host in the toilet and it was magical"
He winked. "Here's my business card. Give me a call sometime..."