“You have a nice cock,” I said, leaning over to talk into his ear.
I saw his throat move as he swallowed nervously, but he said nothing. I pumped his shaft a few times, slowly moving my fist up and down the couple of inches of dick I could play with in the tight confines of his pants. I ran my thumb over the engorged head and swept up a few drops of sticky precum that oozed from his slit. His juice was thick and clung to my skin as I massaged it into his shaft. I milked out some more and brought my hand to my lips. Slipping my fingers inside my mouth, I licked off his cock honey, savoring the rich, heady scent of his jism.
“Nice,” I whispered to him, returning my hand to his pants and squeezing his tool. “I’d like to taste some of that pouring down my throat when I make you come.”
Aiden groaned involuntarily as I tugged at his cock, filling my hand with the length of him. My fingers entwined in his public hair, and I pressed them down into the space between his legs. Taking my cue, he spread his thighs slightly, shifting in his seat so that I could play with his balls. The pouch of his underwear was soaked with his sweat and precum, and his balls were damp with the same delicious wetness as I held them in my hand. Large and round, they were nestled in a smooth pouch.
“Oh, yes,” I growled in his ear, breathing hotly on his neck. “I’d love to have your balls in my mouth. I’d suck each one so gently, pulling it inside with my lips and letting my tongue trace the roundness of its curves. I’d suck them until you blow your load right up your belly.”
“Oh, Christ,” Aiden said in a hoarse whisper, finally breaking his silence. “I’m gonna shoot off if you keep that up. You’d better be careful.”
I gave him a few more teasing strokes, then sat with my hand gripping his prick. I could feel his dick jumping at the base, tensing as he tried to hold off his orgasm. I was tempted to finish him off, to watch his load fly up from his crotch and splash over his shirt and the seat in front of him. But I had more plans for him, and they included leaving him hard for a while longer.
“Your wife ever make you this hard?” I asked him, leaning in so that my breath crossed his flushed skin.
“No,” he said, choking back another moan as I pinched the tip of his dick. “Not even bloody close.”
He was leaking so much that my hand was soaked with precum, the thick streams that poured from him running into his bush and making a sticky mess. While I rubbed some of it into his skin, I continued to talk to him in a voice so low and controlled that anyone trying to listen would think we were talking about stock prices or football scores.
“Feels like you enjoy having another guy play with your cock,” I said. “You ever do it before?”
“No,” he said in his low, thick voice. “I mean, once with a buddy in school when we were both drunk. We jerked off together.”
“What was it like?” I asked, stroking him slowly.
Aiden leaned back in his seat, sliding my hand along his shaft. “We were in his car,” he said. “After a soccer game. We’d had some pints and were sitting in the dorm parking lot. Jack said he was horny, and I told him to go wank off. He said he would if I did too.”
“And what did you do then?” I said, rubbing his thigh with some of his cream and kneading the muscles.
“He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock,” Aiden said after a long pause. “He had a hard-on.”
“Tell me about it,” I demanded.
“It was big,” Aiden said breathlessly. “Really long and fat. It stuck straight up. He was stroking it.” His words were clipped and came out raggedly, as though remembering what had happened was going to make him shoot his load.
“What did you do?” I prodded.
Aiden’s eyes were still closed, and I could feel his cock stiffening even more in my grasp as he thought about his experience. “I took mine out, too,” he said. “Played with it.”
“What did your buddy do?”
“He watched me,” Aiden said softly. “Watched me jerk my dick. We must have tossed off for at least half an hour.”
“Did he say anything?” I asked.
Aiden’s brow furrowed as he thought. “No,” he said finally. “He just kept stroking his prick and watching me play with mine.”
“Did you touch him?”
“I wanted to,” Aiden said. “But I didn’t. It looked so big. I wanted to feel it in my hand. But I was afraid.”
I rubbed the head of Aiden’s dick in my fingers. “How did it end?” I urged.
“He came first. Shot his load all over the floor of the car. I remember it came out in three long spurts, and he pulled on his balls when he came.”
“Did you come, too?”
Aiden smiled. “Yeah,” he said. “I came, too. All over my letterman jacket. Couldn’t push my cock down in time, and gushed all over the front. I never did get it out.”
I stroked him a little faster, making him breathe harder. “And you never did anything with him again?”
“No, we never even mentioned it. I jerked off a lot thinking about it, but we never did anything again. I never did anything like that with another guy.”
“But I bet you still have that jacket, don’t you?” I asked, pushing my hand deeper into his pants and rubbing the spot behind his balls.
Aiden’s hand slipped into my lap and started to play with my cock, tentatively moving along the length of my hard-on. I shuddered as he fingered my swollen head and ran one thick finger down my shaft. “I still have it,” he said. “Sometimes I put it on and jack off thinking about what I would have done with Jack.”
Having him work on my cock, however nervously, was bringing me dangerously close to coming. The thick hair on his forearms brushed against my hand as our crossed arms moved along each other, and I was overcome with the need to be close to his body and the agony of not being able to. I willed the pounding in my balls to go down as I kept my steady pumping on Aiden’s tool. “What do you think about?” I asked him.
He cleared his throat. “I think about sucking his dick,” he said slowly. “About how it would feel to lick his cock and balls.”
I pulled harder on his nuts, wrapping my fingers around the shaft of his dick. His crotch was hot, and his skin was beginning to get very sticky from all of the lube dripping from his lips. “What else?” I prompted, sliding a finger down behind his ballsac and into his hairy ass crack.
His fingers were steadily working along my trapped dick, massaging me roughly. He gripped me tightly when he answered, as though he was imagining Jack’s dick in his hand instead of mine. “I think about him fucking me,” he said quietly.
He’d said exactly what I wanted to hear. Urging some more hot fluid from his cock, I pulled my hand from his pants. My fingers shone with his wetness, and there was a fine hair trapped between them. Pulling the hair from my hand, I put it in my mouth, my tongue running along its rough length as I tasted his precum and the scent of his musky crotch for the second time. At the same time, I pressed my fingers against his lips. When they parted, I slipped two fingers inside, resting the tips along the ridge of his teeth. His tongue licked at them gently, surrounding my fingertips in warmth as he cleaned me.
“Tastes wonderful, doesn’t it?” I said, fucking his lips slowly with my fingers. “Like a man should.” He began to suck harder, and I pulled my fingers out of his mouth, letting them slip slowly along his neck and along his open shirt, just brushing against the exposed hair.
He opened his eyes and looked at me then, his expression telling me he wanted more. I wanted him just as badly. “Go into the bathroom,” I told him, zipping him back up. “I’ll follow after you.”
Aiden didn’t wait to be told twice. Making sure he looked presentable in case he ran into anyone on the way to the rear of the plane, he stood up and walked slowly down the aisle. I went right behind him, watching his ass as he moved and thinking about what I was going to do to him. When he got to the bathroom, he reached for the handle and pulled. The door didn’t move, even after he gave
it another tug, and it was then that I noticed that the occupied light was on.
“Oh, Christ,” I moaned as he looked at me helplessly. “We’ll just have to wait a minute.” I leaned against the wall, my impatient cock beating in my pants. Aiden leaned back, too, and because of the narrow hallway he was forced back against me. My dick pressed against his ass, and I couldn’t resist putting my arms around him and pulling him close, relishing the sheer size of him in my arms. He was still hard, and feeling his meat in my hands made me want him desperately. I kissed the back of his neck and ran my tongue into his ear, savoring the taste of his skin. “I want to fuck you right here in the aisle,” I whispered, and his prick surged against my fingers.
Just then, the door opened, and a woman came out holding the hand of a little girl. I released Aiden just before she turned and smiled at us apologetically. For all she knew, we didn’t even know each other. “Sorry,” she said sweetly. “I hope you haven’t been waiting long.”
“That’s okay,” Aiden said, smiling back at her as he darted into the bathroom. I went right behind him, seeing her puzzled expression as she realized that two grown men were going in together. “He needs help,” I said as I moved past her and patted the little girl on the head. “You know how it is.”
As soon as the door was shut, I put my arms around Aiden and kissed him hard. The smallness of the bathroom made it hard for two big men to move around, but that made it all the more exciting as I pulled him to me and drove my tongue into his mouth. His broad back stretched under my hands as I moved over it, feeling his muscles and grinding against him while our tongues played against one another. He moved forward, pinning me against the door, and I felt his cock pushing against me. “I want this so much,” he said hoarsely.
We were both so anxious that it all seemed like a blur of tongues and hands and mouths as we explored each other’s bodies. Fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, I opened it to reveal his beautiful, hairy chest. My mouth quickly found one of his large, firm nipples and began sucking while my hands ran through the thick fur that fell from his throat to his groin in a heavy swatch. The feel of it against my face, combined with the smell of him, made me crazy for him. I licked a trail down his belly, darting my tongue into the depression of his navel. I ran my hands behind him, pulling him into my face. His back was smooth and hairless, the heavy muscles dipping into a smooth arc just above his ass crack. I knelt in the cramped space, barely fitting, with my face pressed right into his bulging crotch.
I worked his belt buckle open quickly, pulling at it with trembling fingers and unzipping him. I tugged both pants and underwear down his legs and freed the cock I had been teasing earlier. It fell out and hung between his legs heavily, the head drooping down over the set of full balls I’d had only a small taste of. He was cut and very thick. His bush was heavy but short, and the first few inches of his shaft were sprinkled with the same beautiful auburn fur. His skin was slick with the precum I had milked from him, and more of it drizzled from the slit on his dickhead.
I took him all in one quick slurp, burying his prick in my throat and pushing my nose into his crotch. He cried out as I swallowed him, and I felt his dick fill with heat as he almost came from the sensation, but I clamped my lips around the base and waited until he had calmed down enough for me to begin working up and down the length of him. His cock was perfect, straight and full, and I slurped up every last drop of his musky juice as I washed him, sucking it down like water. He groaned as I worked his shaft with my lips and tongue, and pumped his hips slowly in and out of me.
I worked open the buttons of my own pants, managing to free my desperate piece. I stroked it while I sucked Aiden’s prick, matching the strokes of my hand with the movements of my mouth along his tool until I was ready to blow my load all over the floor. When I was just about to come, I let Aiden’s cock fall from my lips. “Now suck me,” I said, looking up at him. “Do what you’ve always wanted to.”
I stood up and Aiden dropped to his knees, pausing first to give me another deep kiss. He held my aching cock in his hand and started to lick the head slowly, in teasing circles. I grabbed his hair and shoved my prick down his throat until he started to gag. “Like that,” I said, moving him up and down my prick by holding his head. “Suck it like you know you want to.”
Aiden relaxed, letting me slide in and out of his mouth at will while I fucked his handsome face. I could tell he’d never done it before, but he was giving it his best shot, and he was going to be one fine cocksucker with some practice. But right now I was horny as hell and didn’t have time to show him how to do it right. I wanted something else from him. After a few minutes of working on his hot mouth, I pulled away. “Stand up,” I told him.
He stood up facing me, and I turned him around so that he was facing the small mirror over the even smaller sink. Moving behind him, I pressed myself against his ass and ran my hands around him, feeling once more the beautiful hair on his chest. I pulled back and unbuttoned my shirt so that I could feel him against my bare skin. When I held him again, my own hairy chest slipping over the skin of his back and shoulders, I saw his smile in the mirror.
“You like this, huh?” I said, slipping my cock into his ass crack while I grabbed his dick from behind.
Aiden humped my cock sensuously. “Oh, I like it all right,” he said. “It’s even better than I thought it would be.”
I continued to stroke his cock while I slid a finger in between his butt cheeks. Finding his asshole, I fingered it slowly while I jerked him off. In the mirror, his reflected face was a vision of ecstasy. He gripped the edge of the sink and pushed back onto my hand, impaling himself on my finger. For a moment, all I heard was the soft humming of the airplane engines while he rocked on my hand, his balls filling my palm as they swayed with the motion of the plane.
I pulled my finger out and spat into my hand. It wasn’t the best lube to use, especially for his first time, but it would have to do. Besides, we were both so horny I probably could have dry fucked him and he would have taken it with no problem. Spitting some more, I rubbed it into his hairy hole, stretching him a little more. Then I positioned the head of my dick against his opening and pushed in. He stiffened as I slid deep into him, but the only sound from his throat was a soft moan.
When I was pressed tightly against his ass, I started to pump his dick with my hand as I fucked him in short thrusts. My other hand played with his tits, moving from one to the other while I slid in and out of him. He was stiff and full in my hand, and every thrust from my dick made his jump, spilling out a fresh load of precum that I used to slick his shaft. I increased my movements until I was pulling nearly all the way out of him and plunging back in.
Just then, the airplane hit a spot of turbulence and dropped slightly. The sudden movement forced me up into Aiden, and I felt his ass tighten around me like a fist. I began to fuck him harder and harder as the plane was jostled by the winds. He took every beat of my cock with another moan, and I could tell by the way his dick was throbbing in my hand that he was close. I started to pump him faster, and soon he was groaning loudly. “I’m going to come,” he said, his head falling back against my shoulder. “I’m going to fucking come from your dick inside me.” His hands reached back to grip my waist, as if he was trying to push me even further inside him.
“Do it,” I ordered, giving his prick several more strokes. “Shoot your load all over my hand.”
Aiden began to gasp as his balls released, sending a thick arc of jism spurting across my hand and the sink basin. It smacked into the metal wall in front of him with a wet retort and slid toward the floor. This was followed by several more long streaks of white that blew from his cock and splattered his belly and the sink with more spunk until my hand was making a sloppy lather along the length of his overworked tool.
“Oh, shit,” I said, starting to come. “That looks so damn hot.” My own dick exploded in Aiden’s virgin ass as I held his still-hard meat in my fist and released my load. Over and o
ver again I emptied rounds of cum into his welcoming shitter, pulling him onto me and holding him tightly in my arms until I was spent.
When I had finished coming, I looked in the mirror. Aiden’s front was covered in small drops of his own cum. The sink and the wall were streaked with his load, and he was grinning like an idiot. I’d never seen anything so beautiful. I kissed his neck while my cock slid out of him, and his hand closed around mine. I could feel his wedding band on his finger as he held me.
“You look really great,” I said, the realization that once the plane landed he’d be back in a woman’s arms dampening my enthusiasm. “But somehow I’m not sure your wife would approve.”
He nodded. “Doubtful,” he said seriously. Then he turned to me, his eyes shining as he pulled my hand to his greasy, hardening prick once more. “Especially when I tell her why it is I’ll be holed up with a Yank sports writer in Sydney for a while.”
Back-Alley Ball
I love looking at pictures of working-class men from the 1920s and 1930s. There’s a toughness about them that’s incredibly sexy. I’ve often imagined what it might have been like to be a gay man then, especially one who was attracted to the roughs who made places like New York the town it was.
“Watch his left, Tom,” someone shouted from behind me. McCauley was sidling forward, his meaty fists held up in front of his red face. My last punch had landed neatly in his stomach, and for a minute he looked like he might go down. But he had rebounded, and now he meant business.
Seeing that the Irishman was back in the fight, the men crowded around to watch began betting furiously. Crumpled bills were pulled out of pants pockets and changed hands like leaves in the wind. Anxious voices yelled out encouragement to the man their money, in some cases a week’s pay, was riding on. For many of them, whether they would be able to buy dinner for their families that night depended on who was left lying on the ground and who was left standing.
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