November 2006

The passengers on flight 790 were getting restless. The plane had already been delayed a half-hour, and they hadn’t gotten on board yet. What they didn’t know was that the reason the plane was late was that the co-pilot was fucking the pilot’s ass in the tiny cockpit.

“Yeah, just like that,” Jim, the pilot was saying. “Fuck me harder!” He loved the feeling of a hard, greasy dick shoved up his ass. Terry, the co-pilot, was holding Jim’s hips as he eased his dick in and out of the tight hole of Jim’s butt, stroking him with every inch of his throbbing cock. Each time he buried his rod inside Jim’s asshole, he could feel their balls pressing together.

Jim’s pants were down around his ankles, and he was fisting his own dick as Terry fucked him from behind. He had already had to squeeze his dick tightly a few times to keep from coming, but he could tell that Terry’s balls were getting tighter. Terry thrust into Jim’s pulsing butt a few more times, and then grunted in satisfaction as he released his load. Jim groaned in pleasure, feeling Terry’s cock pulsing inside his asshole, and let his own orgasm go, his dick throbbing hard, his cum spurting out of the head.

Terry withdrew his softening dick from Jim’s butt and they both sighed in satisfaction. They cleaned up and then headed out to greet the passengers. During the three-hour flight, their minds were on nothing but work, but they were just waiting to land so that they could repeat the experience.

After the last passengers had gotten off the plane, Terry and Jim headed to one of the pilot’s lounges that had a private room. The minute they got inside, they started kissing, rubbing their hands over each other’s bodies as they stripped off their clothes. Terry got down and sucked Jim’s dick, getting it nice and hard before he got out the lube, covering Jim’s dick with it.

Terry lay back on the meeting table, spreading his legs wide. Jim eased a finger into Terry’s butt, getting him nice and lubricated, and then slowly eased his prick into Terry’s butt. He groaned with pleasure, feeling the tight, hot tunnel surrounding his cock. When he was buried fully inside, he lay down on top of Terry. As they started to move, he could feel Terry’s hard-on rubbing against his stomach, aided by a bit of the lube he had on his own cock.

They fucked wildly, Jim pressing his cock faster and faster into Terry’s ass, as Terry grunted with pleasure. He felt Terry’s cock throbbing, and then a flood of warm, sticky cum covered both of their stomachs. Terry’s ass closed slightly around Jim’s dick as he came, and Jim went over the edge too, thrusting as he filled Terry’s ass with cum.

Terry and Jim cleaned up, and then got into a 69 position on the table, easing their cocks into each other’s mouths. They sucked each other off, fondling each other’s balls while their cocks pulsed, and soon they were swallowing spurts of thick, warm cum, smiles on their faces. After all, what was one delayed flight?

As Rene moved around the chair, his scissors clipping quickly at my hair, I noticed that he kept brushing against me. His dick bulged attractively under his tight black pants, and his torso was covered by a tight black T-shirt that showed off his muscles. His pants were so tight that I could clearly feel the ridge at the bottom of his cockhead when he brushed it against my arm. Could my hairstylist really be coming on to me?

I decided to take a chance and find out for sure. When he leaned forward to part my hair with a comb, I slid my hand up the inside of his thigh and gave the bulge there a squeeze. Instead of pulling away, Rene leaned closer, moaning so quietly that only I could hear him. I felt his cock twitching to hardness inside his pants, and I squeezed again, rubbing the head with my thumb. My own prick was getting distinctly squeezed inside my pants as I rubbed his, and I reached under the cape that was covering my clothes to adjust myself.

“I’ll do that,” Rene said. He pulled back and put down the scissors and comb. Then he knelt in front of me and pulled the light cape up as his hands slid over my legs and unbuttoned my pants. He pulled out my cock and then dove under the cape. In a split second, he had his lips wrapped around my dick and was sucking me off, stroking my cockhead with his tongue.

I groaned, gripping the arms of the hairstyling chair as Rene’s talented tongue played along my prick. His lips were pushing up and down my shaft, stroking all the way down to the base, and my balls were so heavy and full of cum that it was hard to hold back. I couldn’t see anything but the movement of his head underneath the plastic cape, and it was incredibly erotic being sucked off by a man I couldn’t even see. Instead of watching him blow me, I could concentrate on the sensations that he was producing, dragging his teeth lightly over my cockhead, pushing his tongue inside the slit, and generally driving me crazy.

“Rene, I’m coming,” I gasped, gripping the arms again and pushing my hips up, feeding my dick deep inside his sucking mouth. He swallowed with long gulps, his tongue pressing against my cockhead as I came, taking every drop of my spunk and then swallowing it. When he emerged from under the cape, there was a huge grin on his face and my knees were weak from my intense orgasm.

Rene’s cock was definitely fully hard, and it was bulging out against his tight pants even more than it had been before. He spun the chair around so I was facing sideways, and he stood in front of me, pulling his zipper down in a slow striptease. When his dick sprang out, I realized the reason I had been able to see it so clearly through his pants was that he wasn’t wearing anything under them. And to add to my surprise, he was uncut. He held his prick lightly, rolling back the foreskin to show me the shiny red head.

“Watch,” Rene said, gesturing towards the mirror as I took his prick between my lips, sucking on the head and working the skin back and forth with my mouth. I looked to the side to see Rene’s prick disappearing into my mouth. Because of the mirror, I could see everything we did. Rene stroked my head as his dick slid into my mouth, inch by inch. I pulled off the cape and started stroking my dick, watching in the mirror.

There we were, Rene fucking my mouth and me jerking off. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of that image. Rene’s hips were moving faster and I was tasting his pre-cum as it dripped onto my tongue. My hand flew up and down my prick like lightning, and I groaned as I came for the second time in twenty minutes, my spunk pouring out over my hand.

Rene was watching me, and he smiled as he came, closing his eyes and letting his prick throb between my lips, releasing hot streams of spunk. I swallowed it all down and then pulled back, and Rene finished my haircut.

“Want a blow-dry?” he asked me.

I grinned. “No thanks,” I said. “I already got blown today.”