Pride Story

On a recent flight from the Caribbean to the U.S. mainland, I awoke
to find the hand of the man next to me hot upon my crotch. Its
warmth was starting to make my peter get hard, and the erection was
beginning to snake down the in¬side of my pants leg.
It was after midnight. Most of the people on the plane were asleep.
He was asleep too — at least, that's what I thought at the time.
I looked across the aisle. No one was sitting in the seats across
from us. I looked toward the back. No one was behind us. I raised my
head slightly to get a better look at the rest of the cabin. There
was only one person who was awake, and he was reading with the
overhead light on. All the other lights were off.
I liked having his hand on my dick. He was young, very good looking,
and dressed for a party. The light in the cabin was dim. Even if
someone were to walk by, they couldn't see anything. So I decided to
leave his hand where it was.
I turned toward him to get a better look at his face, and when I did
he opened his eyes and smiled at me and winked. I didn't know how to
react. I wanted to laugh, but that might have awakened someone. So I
didn't even blink. At first he just let his hand continue to lie
there, warming up my horny tube steak while he smiled at me. Then,
after a couple of seconds, he started moving his fingers and
squeezing my hot fucker like he thought it would be a tasty sausage.
Then he pressed against the middle of it with the heel of his hand,
making the head of it swell. I don't know how any guy could resist
that kind of treatment; if he has any feelings at all, he's going to
want to have sex right there and then. I'm not any different. My
dick got extremely hard, and very quickly it be¬came clear that he
was going to suck me, even though we hadn't even met each other.
"Man, you're so hot," he said huskily, talking right into my
ear. "Let me suck your dick, OK?"
The engines were loud, so nobody could hear him but me.
"OK?" he asked again, massaging my peter persuasively.
"OK," I said, "but don't get caught. If I pull you up, stop."
Then he looked up over the seat backs to make sure no¬body was
coming down the aisle.
"I know you've got to have the sexiest dick," he said. "You're so
meaty-lookin'!"
Then, in only a few seconds, he had my belt unraveled, my fly
undone, my pants open, and my underwear out from under my ass and
down around my thighs, and he had my entire long, hot dick snuggled
all the way back into the wet, soft warmth of his mouth.
"Oh, yeah," I think I may have said. And soon I was getting ready to
come.
As he enjoyed my peter with his mouth and rolled my balls around
with his fingers, he opened his own trousers and took out his own
big dick. After a minute we both had our pants down and the tops of
our naked legs exposed, and his per¬fectly nude butt was almost
sticking into the aisle while he was sucking me.
I enjoyed feeling his lips on my big slippery dick so much that I
forgot to watch for anyone who might be coming down the aisle.
Instead, I closed my eyes and concentrated on his hot lip muscles
going up and down on the long shaft of my very hard peter. And since
he was feeling up my balls really good too, I worked my pants down
below my knees and spread my legs wider so he could reach them even
better. And then the two of us were totally naked, spread-eagled all
over those two airplane seats.
He put his middle finger between the cheeks of my hot young
but¬tocks and started fingering my ass¬hole really fiercely, so my
mind was completely focused on my dick and asshole.
We were about five or six minutes into it by that time, and I figure
that's when this very muscular guy up front decided he needed to go
to the bathroom, so he stood up and started walking down the aisle
toward us, only I still had my eyes closed, and what's-his-name was
gobbling up my three-fisted fucker very hotly, screwing himself in
the mouth real good with it. Wow!
Naturally, I opened my eyes just at the very second it was too late
to do anything to prevent the guy from seeing us, and when he saw us
his mouth fell open. But he very quickly tried to pretend he hadn't
seen any¬thing peculiar going on, although my cocksucker friend had
his head smack-dab on top of my gooey fuck pole, and his young,
naked buns and masculine bare legs were stick¬ing out almost into
the middle of the aisle, impossible for the hot muscle guy to ignore.
I smiled at the guy and shrugged my shoulders a little, and he kept
on walking.
After he had gone past us, it didn't make sense to stop. By that
time, if he had wanted to make a scene, he'd have al¬ready done it.
Besides, I was close to coming. So I let my suck buddy keep on
sucking my horny pole.
He was pushing on my balls with the palm of his hand, and I liked
it. He pushed them firmly against the base of my rigid dick far down
between my legs, almost making them hurt, but actually it made my
erection stand up extremely hard and intensified my pleasure. He
sucked wildly and pulled on the head of my dick with his lips and
mouth and slid the fingers of his other hand up and down lightly and
wetly over the whole horny length of my massive cock, going from
just below his lips on down my meaty shaft to where the base of the
swollen fucker came out of my body, and he squeezed my balls
strongly and got a real good feel of them too.
That made me part my legs as far as they would go, and I moaned a
little — just a little. I squirmed my ass in pleasure while he
forced his lip lock up and down on my meat and played with my balls.
My heart pounded. My head swam. My thoughts flew. Nothing else
mattered to me right then.
I just had to stick my leg higher up into the air — you know, so I
could feel the full satisfaction of this guy's excellent work — and
I'm afraid that my foot, with my trousers and underpants on it, went
right up into the air over my head, high over the back of the seat
in front of us, with one pants leg dangling down, and I couldn't
help but let out kind of an ex¬cited little yelp. My stick-sucking
compadre felt my naked bottom all over with his strong hands, first
up and down the sensitive thigh of my outstretched leg, knocking my
balls around a lit¬tle bit, then with his fingers excited¬ly between
my crack, feeling my hot asshole, back and forth between the soft
cheeks of my horny young butt, pushing against the very root of the
giant shaft of my engorged dick. Then he polished the head of my
peter with his summer-hot lips and tongue.
I began to feel an enormous load of come gathering in my big balls,
and he was going to rip it loose and guzzle it out through the hole
in my peter, and I wasn't going to do anything to stop him, no
matter what.
That's when I looked up and saw the muscular guy stooping down, the
one who had gone to the bath¬room just moments before. He started
feeling my friend's naked fanny with one of his hands, and he spread
the guy's butt cheeks apart while removing his own leather pants
with his other hand. It couldn't have made any less differ¬ence to
my cocksucker friend; he just kept on slurping my foot-long boner.
But it did make him behave a whole lot wilder.
Mr. Muscleguy dropped his black leather pants down to around his
knees and pulled his sexy jet-black silk underpants down, and he put
some spit on the end of his long, hard peter, which was awfully big
around, and he put the head of it up to the butt hole of my
acquaintance. Evidently, my friend's asshole opened right up,
because the giant hot fuck¬er seemed to slide right into him.
When it did that, the guy's head jumped forward, and my dick went
deeper than ever into his mouth, and he blurted something I didn't
understand because he had my dick in his mouth. His slobber drooled
down onto my balls, and, boy, did he really get intense then! But I
had become so caught up in watching what the muscle guy was doing to
his butt hole that I kind of forgot about coming for a second.
From where I sat it looked like Mr. Muscleguy's dick was giving my
cocksucker's ass a pretty good walloping. He worked it in and out
slowly for about half a minute, mostly kneeling down in the aisle.
But then he started plunging his monster dick in and out of the
young guy's asshole really fast and very hard. I reached over and
felt it sliding in and out of the young guy's butt hole.
He did that for several long minutes. And the guy who was sucking me
reached back and pulled his own buttocks apart and opened his
asshole as wide as it would go.
Then Mr. Muscleguy, while he was reaming out my friend's happy butt
pussy with his great big nasty ole' dick, reached over and got his
hand behind the back of my head and pulled me over to him so he
could kiss me on the mouth.
Mmm, he was good, as skillful with his tongue as he was with his
dick. He sure knew how to open a young guy up. By the time he got
through kissing me, the three of us were snarled all around, and you
couldn't be sure whose leg was whose. We were just doing everything
we could to maxi¬mize our own pleasures, and that meant not paying
very much atten¬tion to anything else.
So pretty soon another guy sever¬al rows toward the front woke up,
and he could see that we were fuck¬ing one another, and he decided
to come join us.
He was an extremely cute dude, tall and thin, hot, smooth,
hand¬some, horny, and hung really long and huge.
He just walked over and started taking off his clothes.
Mr. Muscleguy right away took off his own leather jacket and
unbut¬toned his black silk shirt and got the cute dude to straddle
my cocksucker friend and rub his pretty peter all over Mr.
Muscleguy's chest muscles. By that time I had stopped caring about
whether anybody saw us. I was too busy poling my guy in the mouth
and watching the other rav¬enous fuckers devouring each other.
Pretty soon Mr. Muscleguy lost control of himself and shot his load
all over the inside of Mr. Cocksucker's butt.
Then Mr. Cutedude started looking at me, and I could feel my come
wanting to surge into him.
Pop! it went, but into my cocksucker friend's hot mouth. Spurt!
Gush! Come! And about a quart of the hot stuff flood¬ed into him,
plastering his thirsty tonsils. I splayed my legs wide apart and
pushed and squirmed my peter deeper and deeper into him. And after a
few seconds my wad was shot, and my dick, was empty, and I was
scrambling to get to Mr. Cutedude, dripping hot come trails and
dragging my pants leg all over the airplane seats.
That's when the guy who turned out to be a cop saw us.
He wasn't interested in fucking or getting sucked or any¬thing. He
just wanted to arrest us. I don't know what's wrong with some
people. Don't they like sex?
Well, the plane landed, and he took the four of us to jail
practically naked (being naked didn't bother us by then) and with
our horny young dicks almost hanging out of our hur¬riedly fastened
pants. He marched us past a very surprised old lady, a couple from
New York wearing nice clothes but with their mouths open, and
through the first-class section, where the seven or eight people who
were there looked at us like they thought they were monks or priests
or something (except for a couple of them who probably would have
joined us if they had known we were having sex). And then the cop
took us out through the front door of the airplane and into the warm
night air.
He called for some help from another cop who was on duty, and that
guy came and got us. But there were only two cells in the whole
jail, and after an hour and a half, only one of the policemen was on
duty.
He got busy filling out papers and stuff, and since Mr. Cutedude and
I were in the same cell, we sucked and fucked each other till way
past dawn.
I'll never forget how good his long dick tasted, his juice popping
down my throat, his hot come surging all over the inside of my young
mouth — a little salty, thick but not slimy, with a strongly
mas¬culine flavor — stuffing me full with that and his scrumptious
dick while I played with his fuzzy testicles with my fingertips. It
seemed like he would never take the head of his huge peter out of
me. He certainly liked having it in a number of places. The area
between his legs behind where his balls hung down was extremely
pretty, smooth, and hairless, with an asshole that later sucked up
my whole slippery dick, with him glancing at me over his shoulder
and encouraging me while I fucked him for a very long time in his
hot, young asshole.
I heard later that my cocksucker friend persuaded the policeman to
let him suck his dick, just by pure persistence and calm but
exciting language. I am sure that once he got his hands on the
policeman's giant erection, the policeman didn't have a chance. He
could be pretty persuasive.
That's why he let us go, Mr. Muscleguy said. But the po¬liceman
wouldn't let any two of us get on the same plane, so Mr. Cutedude
and I exchanged addresses, and I'm going up to his place next
weekend. Man! I'm going to get fucked real good, and I will suck his
long dick and fuck him in his ass like a horny stud. Yeah!
So if anybody ever wants to suck your dick on an airplane, you can
say I recommend it. And let 'em fuck you in the butt too, if they
want. What's an airplane for if not to get high in? All I would do
differently is, next time I'm going to bring along more condoms, and
I'm going to try to spot the cop first. Live and learn, I guess.
That's what they say.