Date: Wed, 15 Apr 2009 17:36:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: xlent dude <mich2socal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Flyjackers

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.

Comments welcome.
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