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Something about traveling has always made me incredibly horny. I am on a plane back and forth from NYC to LA at least once a month and with all that mileage, you would think I'd have joined the mile high club, but alas, no such luck. At this point I don't even bother looking on the apps for other flyers or even scanning the crowd. My routine of a double vodka rocks and a Xanax, followed by eye shades and a 5 hour nap till time to land. For some reason I woke up about two hours into this red eye. I felt restless and antsy so decided to walk up and down the aisles to stretch. The lights are dimmed and all the passengers are asleep or engaged in some in flight entertainment. I even notice the flight attendants in the back rows snoozing. I make my way to the back galley of the plane. No one back here... maybe I can sneak a few snacks or drinks. I see the liquor cart and snatch 2 small bottles of vodka and pocket them. "Caught you" I hear a deep British male voice from behind. Shit... "Sorry - I'll.." I stop talking when I turn to see another passenger. He's tall and lanky, shaved head, and most of his exposed skin covered in tattoos. He must be at least 6'5 toned but very lean. His white t shirt hangs loose and cuts off just above the crotch of his baggy grey sweats. "Didn't mean to scare you mate." he laughs. "You want one?"I ask, really unsure what to do. "Nah mate... just left a 30 day detox..." "Promises?" "Ha... yea." I pocket the vodka bottles and lean back. "I hear it's beautiful." "Bloody brilliant... was hard to leave." I check him out up and down. Total Scally bro. I can see a pretty sizable bulge hanging prominently down the side of his grey sweats. "I don't think anyone is waiting for the bathroom if that's why you came back here." "Nah... just couldn't sit anymore... my legs are way too long for these seats. "Same... been pacing the aisles." He grabs a bottle of water and holds it up to me. "Cheers mate - take your shots, I'd join you for the free swag but.. Well..." I grab the two small bottles from my pocket, open both up, tap the bottoms against his water bottle and toss them back. "That's the way!" He laughs. He's not my type at all but still fucking hot. Something about neck tattoos and ink covering big manly hands definitely turns me on, let alone his crass British accent. We chat casually and I find out he's from South London but lives in Brooklyn with his wife and 2 kids. His wife still wasn't speaking to him but he was hopeful things would work out for the kids. Surprisingly kind man despite his rough appearance. At one point he reaches his long toned arm up and I get a peak of his tight torso. I notice the tail of a snake running down his defined Vline disappearing beneath the waist band of his sweats. We continue to chat casually for about 10 minutes or so when a very attractive 20 something year old woman passes us to use the restroom. I watch him watch her enter and notice his hand squeeze his crotch, causing some growth along the crotch. "Ever been to the mile high club?" I ask, the extra shots making me feel looser and our casual conversation opening me up. "No mate, always wanted to... I'll tell you though, I wouldn't mind following her in there..." Silence. A moment later the door opens and she smiles and passes us again. "I haven't gotten off since before rehab." He says casually, his eyes following the girl walk back towards her seat. "Shit really?!" "It was part of the treatment... build intimacy for when I return to my wife or some shite." "Wow... never knew that was a thing..." "Yeah, I gave it a go but turns out my wife still wont see me... I'd go rub one out in the lav but seems like such a waist." I notice his hand is grabbing onto what I can only imagine to be quite the massive cock, and spending a year in London for work, I can make a safe bet that he's uncut too. "Yeah, you need to celebrate your release." "Fucking right." Silence. "I could help you out..." I practically whisper. His eyebrows raise and a wicked smile spreads across his face. It seems like an eternity as he processes my offer until he looks around, walks towards the lavatory and holds the door open. I swallow hard realizing this is actually happening and walk in as he follows behind me. I hear the click of the latch and he shoves me down so I'm sitting on the toilet. "You wanna suck my cock man? You want this big dick down your throat?" It looks like he's grabbing a water bottle in his sweats, waving it at me. "Fuck yeah man. Let me give you that overdue release" He pulls his shirt up around his head. His torso is ridiculously cut and lean. He grabs my face and pushes it into his crotch. I feel his rock hard shaft and start suckingon it through the fabric. I can smell and taste his sweat and faint traces of piss as I rub my faceinto hiscrotch. I reach my hands up and slowly pull the waistband down. His thick bush and fat base slowly coming into view until the big uncut head bounces out. "Fuck!" "YEah, all you gays love this big cock." I can't help but stare for a moment. The tail of the snake trails down his V line through his pubes wrapping around and trailing down the top of his thick shaft, ending just before his hooded head. "Come on man, suck out this venom." I lean forward and take his shaft in my hand and slide my tongue under his foreskin, swirling it around his head, tasting his precum and sweat. I work more into my mouth and move my hand down to his balls. "Oh yeah, that's a great wet mouth buddy." He whispers. I keep forcing my way down till his thick long cock is buried in my throat, my nose crushed into his sweaty ripe pubes wreaking of his musky scent. I fight my gag reflex long enough before starting to slide back. He grabs my head and forces me back down and holds it in place as he starts pumping in and out of my mouth. I'm drooling and gagging as he uses my throat. "Oh fuck yeah, fags know how to give the best head." I can barely breathe, tears streaming down my face as he assaults my throat. Even with his aggressive face fucking I can't help but grab my rock hard cock through my joggers and stroke it. His pace gets faster, almost brutal and then suddenly he pulls out, pumping his dick. "Fuck you ready for this 30 day load?" "Yeah man, give me your thick cum." Just as I finish the last word I feel the first spurt of gizz hit my cheek. Rope after rope of cum splatter my forehead, cheeks, beard and open mouth. I feel my own orgasm filling my joggers with wet sticky cum . "Fuck mate, I needed that." I lick his head clean before he stuffs his monster back in his shorts. He unlocks the door and takes a quick look around before leaving. "Thanks again." As soon as he walks out I lock the door. I look in the mirror at his thick load splattered across my face. I know I can't walk out like this as much as I would love for it to dry in my beard. I wipe my face and lick as much up as I can before exiting the lavatory. I pass an attractive older man as I walk through the galley and he gives me a smirk and eyes me up and down. I feel my face flush, probably still glistening in cum and look down at the giant wet spot in my own grey sweats, still tenting out. I smile sheepishly and he winks. I turn to see if he locks the door. Still have another 3 hours... *******
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