Having been on business in LA for the previous five days, I was looking forward to getting home but dreading the nine-hour overnight flight. There was a time when I enjoyed flying but not anymore - it was just a boring but essential part of my job made worse by the fact that my company wouldn’t even pay for business class!
As I boarded the plane, I headed to my seat right at the back. I always chose these seats if I could as I found that you tend to get disturbed less and are served first with food and drinks. As I wanted to get my tired head down this suited me perfectly. I got to my seat next to the window and settled in, hoping nobody else would be seated in the other two seats. My luck was out, however, as just before the doors were closed, a tall and very attractive man came to the row I was in and sat down in the aisle seat. I was struck by his athletic build and how nice he smelled. I also noticed how good he looked in the shorts and T-shirt he was wearing. He said “hi” and left it at that as we started to move away from the terminal.
I must have fallen asleep at that point because the next thing I knew was Brad (as I later found out was his name) was gently shaking me to ask if I wanted a drink from the trolley. I asked for wine and Brad had the same. This was when we started chatting about anything and everything! I found out that Brad was thirty and also on business and actually a very nice guy (despite stealing my full row of seats)!
Following the light dinner, as with most night flights these days, the cabin lights were switched off. So apart from the odd reading light, it was pretty dark. Brad and I had agreed to put up the arms of the seats so we could spread out a little and share the extra space. I wondered about this as the row in front of us was also free. Nevertheless, I pulled the blanket over me and tried to sleep. As I was in that semi-unconscious phase, I felt Brad moving and, I assumed, making himself more comfortable. I was shocked to feel his hand resting gently on my bare thigh just below the leg of my shorts. I didn’t move as I was feeling horny, despite never previously having any “gay” thoughts. After a minute or two, I felt Brad's fingers very gently stroking my thigh. This was getting a definite reaction from me as my cock was hardening by the second. I’m not sure if Brad had noticed this but he certainly grew braver! His gentle strokes went higher up my leg until he firmly held my now rock-hard cock over my shorts. I let out a soft moan which seemed to be all he needed.
I heard the zipper of my shorts being taken down and the button was popped next. My cock was straining to escape and a small wet spot had appeared on my boxers. He deftly slid my cock out into the cool cabin air and slowly started rubbing it - gently increasing the speed and, by default, the volume of my moans. He put his finger to his lips to shush me as, with a glint in his eye, he took me into his mouth and started sucking me. I nearly shot my load there and then but managed to hold on. Brad then got into his rhythm and bounced up and down on my throbbing cock.
I was really enjoying it and keeping control until Brad pulled my shorts off and bent one of my legs up towards my chest. This gave him access to my puckered starfish. Never missing a beat, he licked his finger and rubbed my ass gently while still sucking me. I moaned loudly and, as he gently inserted his finger into my ass, I couldn’t hold back and shot the biggest and most intense load of cum down Brad's throat. He didn’t spill a drop. He swallowed the load and let my cock fall from his mouth.