PRE-FLIGHT MANEUVER SeXStoRY

PRE-FLIGHT MANEUVER It took no more than my brown eyes to connect with his eyes as we walked toward one another in the airport terminal. I felt pure, mansexual delight as I watched the expression on his handsome face shift as he suddenly changed his mind about the steps he would take to walk past me. He instead slowed his pace and stopped just a few steps away from being directly before me. I found it right difficult not to stare at him as he stood there in all his six-foot two-inch tall and well-built sizableness. I too had ceased my steps, taken a second look at him and checked out his short-cropped black hair and those light blue eyes! The third look made my mouth water to taste the sensual, beard surrounded mouth and straight white smile. When he cruised his thick tongue over his moustache and smiled again, I knew just what to do next. He nodded slowly; I dragged tongue over my own moustache and then disappeared into the men’s room. Mere seconds passed before he joined me in the empty bathroom and let those beautiful eyes stare over my blue jean and T-shirt clad six-foot form. He stared as hard at me as I had at him and damn did it ever make me rush! My cock throbbed mightily while we locked together for the kiss and I valiantly fought the urge to pull him to the floor as I tried to suck his thick tongue out of his mouth. I growled with manfuck hunger and stared hot into his eyes after we broke the kiss. And then I stepped back from him and into the stall behind me. I watched him unleash that cock from his black slacks on his way into the adjoining one. He audibly continued to play with it once he closed the door and I just smiled. I also knew of my need to see more than just his hand on it, so I knelt before the hole in the wall and wagged my tongue out. He shook that cock at my tongue; seethed as he slapped it across it. I groaned for more and he quickly sent it through to me. I eagerly opened my mouth wide to make absolute sure it accommodated his seven inch long by nicely thick uncut cock. He fed it to me until I began to put stroke to my nine inches, and then that hot stranger slowly pulled his meat from the warmth of my oral shelter. I groaned and sent my tongue out behind a strand of saliva and he soon slid that cock right back to my skillful hunger. I again sucked on it like wild and wished to feel the immediate blast of that load down me so as to calm the growl of my guts. He again pulled that cock away and stroked it for a few more tongue wags and then he sent it back to me when it began to shoot. I let it slide right into my hungry throat, and did love the light pound of his fist on the stall wall as I began to work my experienced muscles over the shaft while I gulped down that load. Once the last drop had gone down my throat and my cum had splattered between his shoes, we separated. I watched him tuck that cock away; he showed his thanks with a peace sign and then exited stage left. I washed my hands, checked my face and clothes for stray juices and then bolted from the bathroom to get to the gate. As luck would have it, our flight assignment had us on the same flight, destined for the same layover city. Separation by the aisle stood as the only thing to help us keep our hands off of each other as we stared and fidgeted in our seats. We didn’t fight the urge to touch while we passed each other to and from the bathroom, but decided to wait for our two-hour layover to carry it further. As the plane ascended ever skyward, so did my hunger for more of him. Damn I could hardly wait to arrive in Cincinnati!