This is a fictional story containing adult content and is not suitable for minors.
Sitting at LAX at 11:30 on a Saturday evening is not my idea of a good time. Unfortunately this was the only flight that would put me in Indianapolis by 8 a.m. Monday. But I felt good and I was really looking forward to having Sunday to myself. I would lock myself in my hotel room and spend an entire afternoon jacking my cock. If I was lucky, I might even find someone to bate with.
Being recently married and a young father had put a serious dent in my masturbation time. I was a chronic bater since early childhood and all through college. My college roommate didn't know it but I jacked off on his underwear all the time. Such a stupid farmboy, that one. I was constantly horny then and loved sniffing his undies while I jacked off. I met my wife-to-be while attending this school but we never had enough sex to keep me satisfied. Every night after my roomie passed out, I would quietly pull my cock out of my undies and slowly stroke myself to a throbbing boner. After just a few minutes, a steady stream of precum would start leaking out of my slit. I'd spread it around my fat mushroom head and then wipe some on my lips. God I loved the taste of my own sweet, tangy precum.
I guess I was really horny sitting at the airport. Images of those crazy college days, jacking off with my buddies and daring each other to taste cock were driving me mad. If my wife knew I liked cock, my life would be over. As much as I loved her, and loved women in general, there was nothing that could compare with feeling a buddy's cock swell and throb in your mouth as he unloads hot cream down your throat.
We were getting close to boarding when I noticed a hot blond dude sitting a couple rows over. He was looking right at me. Our eyes met and he flashed me a hungry smile. I felt my dick jump. Fuck, this guy was hot. And he was cruising me. I immediately got butterflies in my stomach but didn't break our intense eye contact. He closed his eyes, tipped back his head and ran his fingers from his lips, over his chin and down his neck. I was staring with my mouth agape when he opened his eyes. My airport stranger licked his lower lip slowly and deliberately. By this time my cock was rock hard. I had to squirm in my seat to make a little room in my tented Lucky's.
My turn, I thought. I pulled off my jacket and stretched my arms over my head in a fake yawn. The yawn was a great cover for showing off my guns a little bit for blondie boy. He obviously enjoyed my little show. His smile and nod told me all I needed to know. This was going to be an interesting flight. We continued our game for the next 10 minutes or so until they started boarding the aircraft. Turns out the flight was only partially booked so there were a lot of empty seats. I took my place in 25D and immediately noticed that there was no one seated behind me.
A few minutes after settling in, blondie boy and I resumed our flirting games while he made his way down the aisle. He started to sit in his assigned seat just two rows in front of me. I rolled my eyes and motioned to him to take the seat next to mine. He smiled and walked right up next to me. I was eye level with his crotch and could see that he was tenting up pretty fast. I got up so he could sit down. We never said a word to each other, instead just stared into each others eyes with that unmistakable look of cock lust. For a moment, I thought we were going to kiss but we didn't.
Fifteen minutes later, we were well on our way to 35,000 feet and the cabin was completely dark, other than a half dozen reading lights. Blondie had taken off his jacket and used it as a blanket to cover himself from his knees up to his chest. I looked at him and he motioned for me to the do the same thing. I covered myself with my jacket, relaxed my head against the headrest and closed my eyes. A few seconds later I felt his hand on my knee. I slid down in the seat as far as I could and spread my legs. Blondie's hand soon found its way to my very tented crotch and began rubbing the length of my painfully erect penis. I opened my eyes slightly just to keep watch while he continued to give me an expert clothes-on handjob. After just a few seconds of his expert manipulation, I could feel a familiar cool dampness spread over the tip of my penis as I started leaking precum.
I reached under my coat and unzipped my jeans and unhooked the top button. Blondie pulled my jeans open and continued his expert assult on my slick boner. My briefs were stretched tight and every time his fingers passed over my sweet spot, my cock jumped and oozed a little bit more precum. We were only a few minutes into this and I was already walking dangerously close to the edge. We had more than three hours left to play. I did not want this to end in 10 minutes. The naughty factor of getting a handjob on a commercial flight was really getting me worked up.
Without saying a word, I pushed him away and reached for his crotch. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that his cock was already freed from all confinement and was pressed tightly against his hard furry belly. I ran my hand up its length and felt its wet tip. He was so hard, it felt like hot iron in my hand. I ran my fingers over his big head and felt the very prominent ridge. Nice cock, I thought to myself. I wanted to see it so badly but I knew that was just too dangerous. I continue exploring with my hand. He was obviously cut but had a lot of loose skin that slid easily back and forth. I estimated his cock to be about six inches or so. From what my fingers were telling me, it was a perfectly proportioned piece of meat. I worked my way down his average thickness, over his bulging cumtube. This hot fucker had a very nice penis.
His nutsack was loose and held two very large balls. His scrotum was as smooth as silk and felt wonderful in my hand was I caressed his big manly nuts. I slowly expored the veiny surface of his cock while making my way back up his shaft. He was pretty slick with precum by now. I scooped up some of his juice and wiped it on my tongue. Fuck, he tasted great! Sweet and tangy, just a little saltier than mine. After I tasted Blondie's pre, he reached back over and wrapped his sweaty hand around my rigid shaft. He ran his finger over my leaking slit then licked it off. We continued like this for a good half hour, slowly and carefully stroking each other and periodically licking each other's precum from our fingers.
We were both getting pretty close when they started beverage service. We both sat up straight and composed ourselves while they passed out drinks and snacks. I couldn't stop thinking about Blondie's awesome cock. I was bummed that I would not be able to get my lips around it, but this was the next best thing. When beverage service was over, the lights were again dimmed and everything got very quiet. Blondie reached up and turned on the reading light. He had pulled away his coat just enough for me to see his gorgeous cock, which was still hard as steel. Gawd! It was fucking beautiful. White as cotton with an enormous pink head. A drop of precum formed in his slit while I watched. Fuck, this guy was built for sex! I returned the favor by pulling my coat to the side so he could see mine. My cock was curved to the right as usual and was leaking a river of precum all over my thigh. He tried to scoop up as much of my pre as he could before reaching up to kill the light.
Within seconds, our hands were on each other's pricks, rubbing, stroking, exploring. After another hour or so of this, Blondie reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a small knit cap. This, I assumed, was going to be our cumrag. We were both getting pretty close so I pushed his hand away from my cock to let him focus on the pleasure of his own orgasm. I got a good firm grip on him and started jacking him at a pretty good pace. He was gasping and his hips kept thrusting forward. He took a deep breath and I felt his cock swell in my hand. A second later, I felt the familiar rythmic pulsing of ejaculation as he unloaded his balls in his stocking cap. His hot, sticky dick snot got all over my hand as I continued to jack this hot fucking stud through the duration of his orgasm. I sat quietly for a few minutes while he came down.
I was so fucking hot and horny at this point, I was afraid I might spontaneously start cumming. I licked Blondie's cum off my fingers and totally gooned out on his scent. His nut milk had a very mild and sweet flavor. I was in total cock bliss and could feel my own boner bouncing off my belly as it throbbed with my heartbeat.
Blondie reached under my coat and grabbed my steely cock just below the ridge. Without really jacking, he just sort of wiggled his fingers around in a slight circular motion. Oh fuck! It was amazing. In 30 seconds I was seeing stars. My whole body began to tingle as I felt almost violent pumping begin deep behind my balls. I must have pumped out 10 good shots of semen before I began to cool down. Blondie wiped me up with his stocking cap and stuffed it back in his bag. Ten minutes later I could still feel small contractions as my orgasm continued to wane.
We never spoke a single word to one another through the entire flight. But man, did we ever have a great time! I imagined him later that night, sniffing the cumrag stocking cap that we both shot our loads in, while he jacked himself off again. If you're out there, Blondie, I would love to play again! Hit me up.
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