Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2011 08:13:07 +0100
From: B DG <gssemail0123@gmail.com>
Subject: In-flight Entertainment 2

As normal, remember this is fantasy - you may not experience the same
results if you try this in the real world!!!!

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It's a good job my balls re-fill quickly. I had four stewards to get fuck
before the end of the flight if I wanted to win my bet with Ben. The first
steward, Joe, had been great fun and I could see him walking around
uncomfortably at the far end of our aisle. I wondered if his discomfort was
caused by my cum slowly seeping out of his ass.

Now, though, I had to set my sighs on the next unsuspecting guy. Diagonally
opposite our seats, at the front of the plane, I saw him. He was taller
than Joe, but from this distance that was all I could see.

There was a wide curtain behind the front of the plane, behind which, I
assumed, was the door to the cockpit, along with a small galley. I saw my
target duck behind the curtain and knew it was now or never.

I slapped Ben on the knee and jumped out of my chair. "Number two," I said,
wandering down the aisle. Joe was talking to another first class passenger
and avoided looking at me as I walked past him. My hand grazed his arse and
I saw him shudder slightly.

A quick stroll across the front of the plane and I pushed through the
curtain.

The guy I thought of as `number two' was fumbling with some cups in the
galley section. His name badge identified him as Adam. Up close I would
have put him in his early twenties.

He had cropped red hair and was pale, but handsome. I could see through his
shirt that this guy spent a good amount of time at the gym.  I also saw the
flash of a wedding ring. Well, that would make things a bit trickier.

Adam smiled up at me, looking slightly uncertain.

"Can I help you sir?" he asked, turning to face me, "I'm afraid this area
is normally off limits to passengers."

"I was actually wondering if you could help me," I said, thinking quickly,
"I was feeling a pit airsick an I wondered if I could have some water?"

He smiled again, reassured, and turned away from me, filling one of the
plastic cups with water from the tap.

"Here you are, sir," he said, handing it to me.

I closed my hand around the cup, covering his hand as well. I could feel
the bulk of his wedding ring under my hand. He managed to extricate himself
after a moment, laughing an apology.

I knocked the water back and put the cup down.

"Much better," I said, sucking in a deep breath. "Could I ask you a
question?"

"Of course, sir," he said, returning to sorting out the plastic cups.

"How come you're so good looking?" I asked, grinning at how cheesy the line
was.

Adam looked up at me and grinned back.

"Sorry, sir," he answered, showing me the ring on his finger, "I'm
flattered, but I'm straight. And married."

Adam was not the first guy that had said this to me. The funny thing about
straight guys is that, if you want to fuck them, you have to treat them
like women. Compliment them, romance them, or just sweep them off their
feet. Normally, I'd have experimented with the first two, but I really
didn't have time here.

I went for option three.

Before Adam knew what was happening, I had him pressed up against the
counter, our crotches grinding into each other. I was half a head taller
and more muscular than him, so I locked my fingers through his and forced
his hands back.

Then, as he opened his mouth to speak, I forced my tongue down his throat.

Adam flailed wildly at the unexpected invasion. But my tongue was
effectively gagging him and he was no match for my strength. He pushed and
resisted and fought me. But I was patient. And I am a great kisser.

Within a minute or two, his struggles faded. I wasn't sure if it was just
because he knew he couldn't get away.

Then I felt his tongue start to slowly respond to mine. Just a tiny flick
of it, but I knew I had him. I risked releasing his hands and slowly
running my hands down his arms, then over his pits and down his muscular
chest.

I felt him start to lean into me and there was a definite hardening in his
crotch.

Slowly, so as not to startle him, I moved my hands to his shirt buttons.
With Joe I was rough - but a straight guy like Adam needed a gentle touch.

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, still kissing him and still grinding our
cocks together, which were now tenting our respective trousers. Then I
gently slid the shirt and tie off, letting it drop to the floor.

I decided to risk examining my prize. I pulled back from him, but kept my
hands rubbing over his tight torso, tweaking his nipples and making him
groan.

Adam had shoulders that were heavily freckled, but they were lean and
strong. The rest of his torso was hairless, except for a small treasure
trail that snaked down into his trousers. He had a nice eight-pack and firm
pecs. Not as well muscled as me, but nice. His skin was pale.

"You're one gorgeous guy," I told him.

Adam actually blushed.

"I don't know what I'm...." he started, but I didn't want him to start
thinking. I pulled him towards me, wrapping my arms around him and buried
my tongue in his mouth again, silencing him.

As he melted into my arms, I slowly shifted my arms until my hands were at
his waist. I unbuckled his trousers and inched them over his bubble butt. I
spent some time exploring that with my hands, hearing his muffled groans of
pleasure even through my kisses.( ( In one movement, I picked Adam up and
set his beautiful arse down on the counter top. I broke from kissing him
long enough to pull down his trousers and underwear, socks and shoes in one
fluid movement.

The rest of his body was hairless - except for a light dusting of ginger
hair around his dick - which was at full mast and was a very nice 7 inches.

"Can I see your body?" he asked, hesitantly.

"Maybe later," I replied, kneeling in front of him and taking his cock in
my mouth. The guy actually gasped as I started licking and nipping at his
rock hard dick.

I pulled off him briefly and looked up at him.

"I'm guessing the wife doesn't normally do this for you?" I grinned. Adam
didn't really respond, other than with another long moan. He was totally
mine now.

I went back to sucking Adam's cock. I knew it wouldn't take long for him to
cum if I kept this up - I could actually feel the churning of spunk in his
balls as they bashed into my chin. So I stopped.

He opened his eyes questioningly as I stood up and pulled him off the
counter top. Spinning him, I bent him back over the counter and went to
work on his ass. Now this is something most straight guys have never
experienced. So a rim job blows their minds.

I actually had to put one hand over Adam's mouth to muffle his moans as I
flicked my tongue around his tight, hairless pink hole. I teased his butt,
nibbling on his ring, licking it and kissing it until he was actually
thrusting his ass back into my face, trying to force my tongue deeper into
his hole.

Eventually his hole was slick with saliva as my tongue lapped deep into his
hole, relaxing and sensitizing it.

Suddenly there was a small alarm that sounded in the galley.

"Stop, please," said Adam, weakly, "I need to...." he shuddered again.

I didn't fly often, but I wanted to know what that alarm was. I didn't want
to stop the guy doing something that would cause a plane crash.

"What is the alarm for?" I asked him, placing one hand on his back and
holding him down on the counter as he weakly struggled against me. He
wasn't going anywhere until I knew it was important.

"Turbulence," he said, thrashing around helplessly, "I need to tell the
passengers to arhhh..." he tailed off as my finger started pushing up his
tight hole. He was slick with my saliva and I knew what I was doing. Within
a minute or so, I'd managed to get two fingers, then three inside him. Adam
was beside himself, moaning and bucking on the counter top.

The alarm chimed again and I, slightly reluctantly, pulled my fingers out
of his hole and pulled him off the counter. Adam stood shakily.

"Well I guess you'd better make the announcement," I said.

Adam hobbled over to the internal phone on the other side of the galley,
naked except for his wedding ring. His cock, which was now slick with
precum, bobbed up and down as he walked.

I unzipped my flies and pulled out my dick, which was hard and starting to
leak in anticipation. I spat on it a few times to add some lubrication and
wandered over to where Adam was trying to compose himself.

The steward was trying to compose himself before making his announcement
and didn't notice me come up behind him. He had the receiver in his hand
when I stooped and picked him up again. He gasped as I span him round and
rested his back on the wall of the galley.

I stared kissing him again, knowing I needed to muffle the noises the was
going to make next.

In one fluid motion I impaled him on my dick.

He was now totally mine. Here he was, this supposedly straight guy, naked
except for a golden wedding ring, off the ground in my arms with my cock
buried deep inside him.

His initial screams were gagged by my tongue and I kept my mouth locked
over his as I started bouncing him up and down. Adam started moaning like a
whore as my dick brushed against his prostate. I could tell he was almost
at bursting point.

Suddenly I stopped.

"Make your announcement," I said.

Adam looked at me in surprise. "If I leave it, someone else will,
arhhh...." I moved him up and down on my dick, making him spasm.

"Make the announcement," I said again.

Taking a deep breath, Adam pressed the intercom button.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he started, managing to sound astonishingly normal
for a guy with my large cock buried in their guts, "The pilot has warned us
that there may be some turbulence ahead, arhhhh!"

I'm such a bastard. I bounced him on my rock hard dick again, making him
squeal. Then I stopped again. He was almost there. Adam closed his eyes and
took a deep breath.

"So if you could please return to your seats and put your seatbelts
on.. unhhhh... oh god!"

I flexed deep inside him once more and Adam came. And came and came.

His cum poured out of him, spraying his stomach, chest and even his
neck. It ran down his pulsing cock and matted in his cropped red pubes.

I guessed the passengers had got the gist of Adam's message, so as he lay
there helpless and impaled on my pole, I gently replaced the handset.

I carried Adam back over to the galley counter and rested him on
there. Adam still had a glazed expression, so I decided it was my turn.

I fucked him long and hard.

Adam tried to struggle again, but he was too weak from his orgasm as I
pounded him. His arse muscles eventually relaxed and gave me free
access. While thrusting into him, I slowly wiped the drying cum into his
skin.

Eventually I couldn't hold out any more. My dick spasmed and I poured a
huge load into him. Adam stiffened and with a low cry, came again all over
his stomach.

I pulled out of Adam with a sucking noise and rubbed the cum coating my
dick onto one hand. Then I rubbed it all over his face.

He'd smell of my cum for the rest of the day, which I liked the idea of.

I zipped up my flies and patted him on the head. He looked broken and I
noticed a couple of tears rolling down his cheek.

My problem was that, in spite of this tight, sexy straight guy actually
having an orgasm over the intercom, I didn't have any proof as such for
Ben. I'd never win the bet that way.

In a flash of inspiration, I pulled off his wedding ring and put it in my
pocket.

Adam seemed to pull out of his daze slightly.  ( "That's mine," he said,
"my wife...."

"Actually it's mine now," I said, laughing, "Tell your wife you lost your
ring. In more ways that one." I fingered his now gaping hole and his cock
dribbled more cum.

I left him there, lying over the galley kitchen counter, smeared in cum,
totally naked, with tears rolling down his cheeks.

I wandered back to my seat and sat back down next to Ben. I buckled my
seatbelt.

He stared at me in a slightly accusing way.

"Was that intercom business you, by any chance?" he asked. "It sounded like
the guy was either cumming or having a heart attack."

"Maybe it was both," I laughed.

Ben just shook his head.

"If you want more proof, here's his wedding ring," I said, nonchalantly,
placing Adam's golden band on Ben's knee.

Ben looked flabbergasted.  ( "You are unbelievable," he said, running the
ring round in his hand. "And a bit of a bastard, too. He was straight AND
married? How will he explain to his wife where his wedding ring is?"

"The guy's just had my cock buried up his arse," I replied, "I don't think
that,' I gestured to the gold band in Ben's hand, "is the ring he needs to
be talking to his wife about. And if a guy decides of his own free will to
have sex with me, it's not my fault if he's married, is it? Free will and
all that...."

Ben grunted, not looking entirely convinced.

He passed me back Adam's ring, along with Joe's tie and underwear.

"I believe these are your trophies," he said, "I'm not holding them for
you."

I stuffed my prizes into my pockets and winked at Ben.

"Two down, two to go." I said, at this rate you'll lose the bet. With time
to spare."

Ben laughed. "It depends how long the seatbelt light is on for, doesn't it?
You've got to stay in your seat while it's on and you are definitely not
shagging an air steward in the seat next to me."

I hadn't thought of that. I looked at my watch. Three hours of flight time
left. I was sure it would be enough.  ( Wouldn't it? )