Airplane flights always seemed to raise his libido. Maybe it was the freedom of going away alone, escaping humanity. Maybe it was the sound of the engines, or the buffeting of the air against the wings and fuselage, or the fact that attractive young teen gay walked up and down the aisle, bumping his shoulders with their hips. He didn't know, but he knew how aroused he became, thankful for the tray table which he could lower and hide the conspicuous bulging of his hardness. The flight to Manila was exactly that way. But now, on the flight back home, a delicious memory caused it to happen more intensely. His pleasurable engorgement brought with it a delicious soreness, telling of extended, loving use. He thought back to this morning, after having taken the red-eye from Davao to Manila, to meet his friend
His hand rested on his leg as he drove and his heart beat like a drum. He could feel the warmth and anticipation in his hand as it touched his, resting on his knee. The feeling of exhilaration and adventure permeated his body, feeling a bit boyish driving with a full erection. He began sliding his hand up and down his thigh. When it bumped into the end of his fullness he hesitated, moved his hand downward, then back up again, brushing the large bullet shape of his head. Curiously, he used his forefinger and thumb like calipers, testing what was there. He winced in pleasure, both the pleasure of his sensual touch, and the knowledge that he was feeling something very substantial. As he turned into the motel, his fingers, through the material of his trousers, were gently caressing up and down his full length.
he'd fantasized just such a meeting from the first time they talked online, when he realized that there was something very special about this teen gay, wanting to send pictures that he'd taken in secret, and let his know what an exhibitionist he was. But he withheld, giving in to his urges in the end. He was amazed that he made the trip, just for lunch. Such was the allure of this exciting teen gay. The time at the restaurant sped by; hours seemed like minutes. But they seemed to know each other so well so quickly. Of course, the time spent online had opened a kind of communication that made such a meeting easy.
He was seated next to him in the booth, flirting and laughing. He slapped at his leg in his laughter, and his hand touched his knee. He looked into his soft eyes and he blushed. At the same time he felt his leg loosen and move toward him. His hand slipped Brad his skirt, and moved deliberately up his inner thigh. The feel of smooth nylon on his firm legs was like catnip to him, and he eagerly walked his fingers to the warmth of his crotch. As he felt the humid warmth emanating from between his legs, he heard his breath quicken, and noticed his nostrils flaring. His middle finger felt for the verge of his two puffy lips, and moved toward the delicious swelling sandwiched between them.
The time in the restaurant was deliciously provocative. He couldn't believe that he could ejaculate by just touching, and felt cheated that he'd so foolishly made the trip just to say hi. It was interrupts from the word go, and he hated the fact that his plane would be leaving so soon.
He walked him from the car to his gate at the airport. They kissed hungrily. Reluctantly he turned to leave when he grabbed his hand; the way he ended up in his arms was like a sensuous dance step. Their lips kneaded eagerly, and their hips ground together in a primitive fertility rate. Oblivious of the curious stares from passers-by, primal moans came from deep within them. He looked up at the screen of the departure schedule and saw another plane due to leave in 6 hours.
He unlocked the door to the motel, smiling at how the female clerk, while handing him the key, had given him a knowing wink, which caused him to think; would be nice if he could join us. As the door closed they locked in a passionate embrace, lips moving, tongues exploring, hungry fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers. Completely naked in a trice, their kiss having never broken, they, like starving children, smacked their lips. But like passionate adults their tongues explored wildly, saliva running down their chins.
Hunger demanded satisfaction. He began stroking his inflamed cock, while he moved his finger in and out of his hard cock. The words came from deep within as he moaned, "I want you inside me Ted. Fuck me, Fuck me!" He fell on the bed, his legs spread and raised. He positioned the shiny head of his swollen cock against the sponge of his cunt and slid deeply inside the soft pocket. There was no holding back as they began to undulate and pump, his hardness sliding in his laborious hard cock like a piston, their stomachs slapping together in sensual applause. Moaning and grunting, they moved together like wild animals in rut. He screamed "Oh baby!" as he plunged deep one more time, and spurted his warm semen inside his. His legs wrapped around his body and he moaned, "Oh my god, this is good!"
Spent, they lay together, semi blacked out. Coming down to earth their pent up lust had been released, but implored satiation. Their heads rested close together, sharing one pillow. He stroked his hair, combing it with his fingers as he caressed his cheek with the backs of his long red fingernails, their feet moving up and down each other's legs.
Just before their lips pressed softly together they gazed intently, looking beyond their eyes. They both smiled, suckled gently on each other's lips, pulling sensually at the other's soft lobes, which extended and parted with tiny clicks of vacuumed wetness. His fingers stroked his thigh ever so gently; neither he nor he could feel the touch, but sensed it. His sensual fingerprints glided over his skin, sending a chill down his spine, which raised goose bumps on his arms.
He smoothed his fingertips over his shoulders and down his biceps that caused a tiny tingle at the base of his scrotum causing his shaft to fill with blood again. As he fondled his petite, soft nipples, rolling his nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he felt a tiny throb, his blood rushing too.
Pulling his on his side he scotched closer, feeling his warmth, as if his nipples were sending out rays of pent-up energy. He wiggled ever so slightly, touching his nipples against the eager flesh of his chest. He walked his fingers down his waist to his hip, then across his bottom and down to the crack and then to the confluence of his legs. Back and forth his fingers smoothed. "Sssssssss", emanated from his lips, and he felt his nipples firming harder against his chest.
He threw his leg over his as a tiny click indicated the parting of his saturated labia. His fingers pressed on the base of his spine and followed it down the crevice of his bottom, opening it slightly. Gathering saliva in his mouth, he dripped it on his fingertips and then sent them back to continue their purposeful search, journeying through his crevice, until they felt the wrinkled surface of his anus. Then, in leisurely circles, he coated the puckered orifice with his spittle slicked fingers, which circled and pressed. Undulating forward and back he reached down, grasped his growing penis, still slick from the combination of his semen and his wetness from their previous coupling.
His legs pressed together, flinching from his sensual touch, while his continued their journey through his glossy lips, made more slippery by the silky semen left from his copious ejaculations. When they reached their destination he found it swollen, feeling huge to his sensitive fingertips, which skimmed so gently and easily over the slippery surface of his clitoris. The tip of his little finger tickled it ever so gently, and he winced. Then, when his forefinger and thumb closed gently around his hood, he moved it up and down on his clitoris, stroking it like a miniature cock. When he pushed his fingers to one side of his clitoris and circled faster and faster he undulated and moaned quietly, biting his lower lip until he could hold back no longer and shouted, "Ooooo, oooooo, oooooo, ooooo, OOH, OHHHHH!" His body relaxed and air escaped in a long soft stream which flowed through his nose. "Mmmmmmmmm" he purred and squeezed his thighs together, holding his fingers firmly between them as he continued pressing and circling. "Thank you", he sighed.
Amazed at how quickly he became fully erect again, he straddled his, and then turned, reversing position, and looked down at his thatched mound. Averting his eyes backwards he viewed the nakedness of their bodies, his nipples like, pink grapefruits, with hard points, the vie between his asshole centering on his erection sticking up from his patch of curly hair, stiff as a tent pole. He winced as he felt the tip of his tongue licking the clear balm of his pre-cum around his head until it was coated, then felt his licking up and down the bottom of his shaft. His tongue tasted the amalgamated ooze of his juices and his cum, and glided through the semen coated groove. Just as he sucked his cock into his mouth his tongue reached his puckered anus, and, as he probed his tangy ring, he heard "mmmm mmmm", his moans muffled by a mouthful of cock.
As he raised and lowered his legs letting his tongue traveling from his asshole and back he sucked and moved his mouth quickly in matching movements to his. Slurping sounds came from his lips while muffled grunts and moans came from hiss. Fearing that he was going to cum in his mouth he pulled his cock out making a sharp pop, bounced off of his, and pulled his legs, straitening his body across the bed. Then he turned his over and pulled up on his hips to bring his to his knees, positioning his face to lie on his arms on the bed. Climbing back on the bed on his knees, he parted his cheeks and probed his anus with his tongue, then placed his lips like a trumpet player against his labia. His compressed lips blew hard, filling the pouch of his hard cock with his pressured breath, ballooning his until he could expand no more. He sucked out, causing his spongy insides to close tightly upon themselves, expelling into his mouth the load left by his first penetration.
Placing his lips against his anus he injected the warm mixture from his mouth inside his. Then, holding his rigid cock in his hand he placed it against the sphincter of his hard cock, formed a socket, and slid deep inside. Holding his hips he pumped slowly, 10 strokes pulled back and paused. He pulled back, paused, and then, thrust deep inside. At the same time he bucked back and their bodies came together with a loud slap, and he yelled out, "Do it Ted, fuck me!" With a steady slap, slap, slap, he moved in earnest, as he continued to push back to meet his thrusts. He was up on all fours and his head was wagging wildly back and forth, his long hair flopping back and forth like a rag mop. Both he and he were wet with perspiration. Almost to the point of exhaustion they fucked one another, both rising to a point of no return. Holding, holding, he waited for signs of his release, until he felt a rumbling from deep inside, and then an outcry "ooooooooh". His balls exploded, sending a warm white stream flowing through the length of his shaft, filling his with his squirting essence. As he collapsed on top of his, he whispered in a moaning breath, "I love you sweet lady."
He awakened from his momentary siesta. His body was pressed warmly against his, his nipples flattened against his back. His breath was the shallow movement of light sleep. He looked at the clock. Wonderful he thought we still have two more hours
the cold Colorado winter wind gusted outside. What a luxury to be living in California, he thought. But the room was warm and their two naked bodies nestled together in heated ambience. His body, pressed against his, stirred slightly and he sighed, then curled his knees a little and tightened his arm over his shoulder, still seeming to be asleep. He thought of the first time they met on-line and his thoughts caused a swelling between his legs. It was still wet from the combination of his semen and his natural juices that flowed so freely; the air was redolent with their combined scents. Soon the swelling became a full erection, which strained against the backs of his closed legs. Gently tracing lines up and down Karlo's bare arms caused a sigh and he kissed his shoulder. They had used words so many times to express their loving on the screen. Now, they were just soaking up the closeness, enjoining the moment; there was no need for words.
He moved his hips and slid his left leg over Ted's, massaging his calf up and down his hairy leg. The space created by the movement of his leg allowed his hard cock to spring free from its confinement and rise between them. He moved his hand over his smoothly contoured hip, down his leg, and then crossed to his inner thigh. He purred like a kitten as his fingers tiptoed up his soft thigh, feeling the heat and wetness that he both left and created between his legs just moments ago. Looking up demurely he chuckled and whispered, "I'm still pretty wet down there darling." His fingers parted his warm lips with a tiny click, touching what felt like warm aloe. "Two fingers please" he said with a devilish giggle, as if ordering a glass of scotch, and bucked his hips, backing away when he probed his fingers deep inside, then slammed forward when he pulled back. His fingers worked inside his spongy wet hard cock, making delicious slurpy "futching" sounds and he visualized the imagery of his fingers being surrounded by his slippery pink walls. Brought back to reality by the sensation of his fingers wrapping themselves around his cock he whispered, "Oh baby, stroke it." He moved the loose skin over his rigid shaft, and his heart fluttered when he said "I want to taste you Ted."
Feeling devilish he took his sopping fingers out of his hard cock and began to gloss his lips. He puckered and pecked his fingertips, then opened his lips and sucked them deep inside his mouth, squeeeezing, and the exotic white residue with his lips. He pulled his fingers out with a "pop" and slid them back inside his hard cock, at the same time melting his lips into hiss, sliding them back and forth through the glossy, redolent coating.
Their passion was fully aroused as they kissed, tongues playing wildly, now breathing as one. Saliva leaked from their mouths and down their chins, the delicious musky odor of their co-mixed fluids enhancing their excitement. He felt the rough area inside his hard cock and began pressing to locate his g-spot. He lay still in anticipation, and then wiggled when he found it, bucking as his fingertip found the slight bulge which grew with his repeated pressings and releases. He worked his hand up and down his cock as his legs spread and came together, wanting to give him pleasure as his dripping hard cock bucked against his hand.
When they came up for air he brushed his long hair back, holding it out of the way of his face, and covered his rigidity with his mouth, plunging until the head cock touched his soft palate. He gagged slightly and then pulled back, grasping the base of his cock, moving his skin down, stretching it as his lips pressed his shaft. He felt the skin on his bullet shaped helmet stretch tight as he pulled downward. The slit opened and his tongue probed and licked the precum clean. His fingers milked him, filling the slit again, and cleaning it out. Finally, with gulps and moans, he worked his mouth up and down his shaft while his tongue spread the sweet balm of his precum and his saliva over the tight skin of his head.
He thought that he wouldn't be so sensitive; having taken the edge off his excitement in their initial fuckings, but the urgency between his legs built for another release, and cramped the muscles around his anus to forestall a premature explosion. He appeared to love pleasuring a man in this way, tantalizing each erogenous spot of his electric maleness.
Karlo made use of all his oral assets: lips, tongue, teeth, ridged roof, and soft pallet; even tickling his head with his uvula. His lips and mouth moved elegantly up and down his shaft, leaving it with his copious saliva, while making satisfied, yet muffled sighs, breathing loudly through his flaring nostrils, while, at the same time, fondling his balls, and even giving them a devilish squeeze. His head moved wildly up and down, his hair getting in the way, wrapping itself around his wet shaft. Moving faster and faster he pushed it back again with his hand. He was in control of this phase of their love making. His hand moved off his balls, and his finger pressed in as it found the soft spot toward his anus.
Ted experienced the deepest orgasm he had ever achieved, yet didn't spurt his semen. The dam held, and every nerve in his body shuddered in ecstasy. He couldn't believe the spasms that started in his balls, moved to his asshole, contracted his toes, and caused him to gulp in air and release a, "holy shit! Oh baby, baby!" His usual high when he ejaculated was not the same. This time he stayed high, not experiencing lassitude, which would use up precious minutes. The sensation in the head of his cock increased, instead of diminishing, and his eyes widened like saucers as Karlo's mouth continued to devour him, his own excitement being expressed in high pitched, but muffled screams. God, he really loves this, he thought.
He released the pressure on his spot, knowing that he would stay hard now, but allowed his to taste a modicum of his sperm that had oozed the length of his shaft. He raised his head and smiled at him, licking his white essence, appearing like a model in a milk ad. The look in his eyes told him that he was not yet finished with him, and he positioned himself between his legs, coaxing him to raise them. He lifted his balls out of the way, spread his cheeks and coated the balm of his manhood over his wrinkled anus, his tongue tip circling, which caused him to shout, "sssss, ooooh, Jesus!"
Having satisfying his oral fetish for the time being he thought, I want that throbbing cock inside me again, and lowered his legs to the bed, his veined cock standing upright. Straddling him he walked on his knees to his erection, taking it in his hand, then raised to position himself above it. Lowering slightly, he wiggled his cock along his slippery groove, found the entrance to his love tunnel, and wiggled again forming the socket, and then let his self sink slowly down, impaled on his rigid manhood. As he went down his spongy walls felt his bulk filling his, exciting the nerves of his tingling cunt. His lids closed and his eyeballs rolled up as his lips formed a small oval, which whistled "oooooooh."
Ted gasped, "Oh fuck!" as he felt his cock being covered and embraced inside his. He bucked up to meet his, watching his eyes close and his lips whisper ecstatic pleasure. Their bodies slapped together and then settled on the bed. He hooked his legs over his calves and opened his arms as he laid his body on his, his nipples flattening on his chest. Their eyes met and lips smiled.
"Do you know how many times I've dreamed of this Katy?" he said. He smiled and nodded, as if he knew. "I've looked at your picture" he said, "read and reread our chat's, both those where we made love, and not."
He kissed both of his eyelids.
"I've thought of you so many times, while stroking my hard cock, imagining my hand was you..." he said.
He kissed his lips, pushed up on his knees, his tight and luscious pocket gliding up his engorged shaft, until his hard cock sphincter held the knob of his head and then dropped. "Aaaah," he moaned, and continued through clenched teeth, "I've spurted my cum, covering my hand, imagining my cum shooting inside you so many times..." Again Karlo recoiled, dropped hard, impaling himself on him "Aaaah...Oh baby to feel you on me like this, to know that I'm inside you...Jesus!"
"Ooooooooh" he said all the way down until his bottom slapped on Ted's legs, just barely feeling his balls rising in the cleft of his cheeks; his nipples's sagging down with gravity and then rising up and settling at their usual level.
"You have very sexy nipples," he said, holding up his hands, fondling them as he continued his slow bucking ride.
He continued moving up and down, "ssssing" with each retraction and "oooohing" with each penetration, loving the feel of his hands pressing on his nipples, circling them and increasing his excitement as he rode the delicious carousel. He felt his fingers testing the softness of his nipples, his mind full of his cock moving in and out of his like a piston, turning the engine of his libido. He hadn't realized that he had begun rolling his nipples like a radio dial, searching for the right program. With eyes closed he felt his fullness massaging his hard cock tunnel, almost touching his cervix each time he returned to the saddle.
He couldn't believe how long he stayed hard, realizing it was Karlo's expertise that was shutting off his valve when he was sucking his cock, and was responsible for this long and lovely copulation. With his eyes closed he felt his soft, slickness embrace and stroke him. It was as if, when he covered him with his tallness, his balls surged, his tongue, toes and finger tips were totally enervated. Looking up he couldn't stop his words, "I love you Karlo," and his fingers began squeezing his nipples, knowing it would hurt, but, at the same time, knowing that it would fill his with ecstasy. He squeezed harder still.
Karlo felt the fire of pain in his nipples. He breathed deeply as Ted's fingers squeezed hard, raising on his knees, the head of his cock almost popping out of his hard cock. The pain in his nipples intensified. Then he felt a numbness, which excited his. He sat down hard, closed his eyes and threw his head back, his nostrils flaring with his torrid breath. Raising up again he felt the head of his cock brushing his g-spot, and moved his hips back a little, working his distended glands against his bulging sac. As his hardness rubbed against the front of his Yoni he worked his head against his g-spot, feeling it become more sensitive and swollen. His orgasm was building. He wanted him to cum with his, so he wrapped the fingers of his right hand around his lingam and, as he moved up and down in sharp jabs, he masturbated his exposed shaft, commanding, "Cum for me baby, Cum. Let's do it together."
He felt the rumbling begin deep inside his, knowing that he was going to squirt from his g-spot, and sat down hard, burying him deep inside his. His legs and butt tightened and he raised up trying to fuck his, grunting. In full slide, moving up and down, gritting his teeth, making "sss, sss,sss" sounds he anticipated his release, felt it coming, and fucked with wild abandon. "Oh God, Ted!" he screamed as his tantric spurge released and he gushed.
At Karlo's invitation he came with intense pulsations: once, twice, three times. And then his balls, spacing one more time, leaked the last remains of his reservoir into his sloppy cunt. He kept fucking him up and down now running on the remains of his passion.
Both felt the surge of each other's ejaculations; He the initial warmth of his essence, just before his seminal surges; He the release of his sac, and then the pulsation of his cock. The separate juices flowed and then mixed, his urine-like ejaculate mixing and thinning his thicker semen. The result was silky. Their repeated strokes forced liquid through his tight ring, sending a fetching, bubbly flow down his shaft, seeping into his pubic hair and sagging down his scrotum.
Exhausted, he fell upon his body, at first kissing passionately, then drifting off into darkness. He luxuriated in the warm, soft weight of his body, smelling the copious musk, now leaking past his receding cock, his sopping soft walls lovingly embracing his limpness. As he drifted to join Karlo in satisfied slumber, he remembered his breathing slowing, becoming weightless, nonexistent, but for his satisfied sighs.
Flight Delay 3
He heard his screaming his name, "Ted! Yes, yes!" then awoke with a start, feeling a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at the beautiful flight attendant, with the dark hair and dimpled cheek, who was shaking him.
"We'll be landing at LAX in just fifteen minutes sir."
His dream was so real. it seemed that their loving would go on forever, and he hoped that he'd not been talking in his sleep. The aching hardness between his legs seemed to have a memory of its own. His skin was stretched tight, and there was a burning sensation, both inside his urethra and at the underside of his purplish helmet. He shook his head, lifted his tray table and brought his seat back to its upright position.
"Nice dream, huh?" he said, stole a lightning glance at his crotch, winked, and moved down the aisle.
As the plane began its descent his mind went back to the motel in Manila, and he remembered waking from his orgasm induced slumber. He was lying on his stomach, his balls beginning to ache with more activity than they'd known since his honeymoon. He seemed pinned to the bed, and could feel his legs straddling his back, the warm wetness of his soaking hard cock vibrating in a small circle just above his butt. He could feel his hand moving, touching his back. He heard his labored breathing, and he began to move.
"Stay still Ted", he said, as if talking through clenched teeth. "I'm almost there", he gasped urgently, stifling muffled uh, uh, uhs, his hips shaking him from side to side. He felt his hand stop, realizing he had two fingers inside his, pressing against his swollen g-spot. He knew what he was doing, having discussed this fantasy of his on line so many times.
"Ohhhh Godddd Ted" he exploded. His body froze, then quivered and raised.
He couldn't remember whether he heard the muted sound of the rushing liquid first, or the feel of his back being sprayed with warm water, but knew that he had ejaculated on his back, gushing a flow which existed in but few teen gay. His soft ass settled on the small of his back and he began moving the liquid up and down. He could feel his flaccid, wet labia, on the back of his neck, on his left shoulder, then his right, spreading the exotic mixture of his female lubrication and the delicate urine-like aroma from his tantric sponge.
"I want to smell like you", He had told his that night, three months before, "I want you to wash my entire body with your hard cock."
"Is this as good as you thought it would be?" He asked as he turned him over, lowered his pinkness to his forehead, then, cadging backward, washed down his nose, across his lips, chin, neck and chest. He could hear the soft sibilant noise of his delicate lips as they slathered their sensuous surfactant. As if floating in an ethereal amniotic sac he lay there, feeling a soft buzzing in his ears, with the sensation of tiny Lilliputian fingers tickling his body. It was more than titillation; it was a complete massage, the kind that few mortals would ever experience. He continued downward, sliding over his right thigh, the wetness making a squishy abrading sound on his plentiful leg hair. When he got to the arch of his foot he raised slightly, held his big toe and lowered his self on it, his toe feeling the warm sponge. Then he repeated on the left leg, fucked his toe with three slow plunges, and then moved backward on his elbows and knees.
He could see the redly chafed clam between his legs, seeping with the wetness of his passion. Still on his knees he straightened his back, and then walked awkwardly backward, Brad at the waist. His hands took his partially swollen cock, and he began sucking the softies head between his lips. He hardened further, and he sucked him in an exquisite motion. At the same time he Brad this legs spreading his cheeks and ass. He saw his lips part, hearing the liquid click, stretching a gossamer string between them and breaking it. His hard cock and anus were works of erotic art: reddened large lips with pink ginger-like petals in between, spreading to show the fuck opened hole, glistening pink insides showing it's marvelous contents. His wondrous gash was topped by the pinkish brown moue of his asshole, spooked by with delicate wrinkles. And, it seemed to be pulsing, bulging out, and gently sucking back in. The other end of the sensual slit was decorated with his fleshy node, covered partially by a soft protective heath, his glistening pink head peaking out. He watched his soft bottom lower to his forehead, until the redolent clam pressed against his lips, and the spooked anus touching the tip of his nose. Together they licked and sucked, wiggled and bucked, until his bottom vibrated, and he tensed, as his body went ridged, and his semen flowed from aching balls into his covering mouth. His body fell limp on his.
It was as if they were one organism. Their breathing matched, as did their heartbeats. They were melted together, he lying on top of him, weightless, almost buoyant. He could only see his legs, the contour of his ass, his reddened, puffy lips with the tiny bit of clitoris peeking out. He wanted to spoon with his, to caress his, to fondle his soft nipples and did.
As they lay together neither drifted off. They were alone in their thoughts but together in the rest of their tallness. They were afraid to talk, knowing that talk might be futile. This liaison was never supposed to have taken place, but karma demanded it. And as they lay in silence, both dwelled on the karma that might allow it to happen again.
He dropped him off at the airport, with a smile on his lips, and tears in his eyes. He got out of the car and started to talk. "Shhh", he said placing his index finger on his lips. With a lump in his throat he waited for his to say something. His eyes welled as he whispered, "I know", and the car started moving forward. He nodded and closed the door.
He opened the door to his house and heard, "Hi honey, did you get any new business?"
"Nothing immediate", he said, "this is going to require a couple more trips I think."
He walked to him with a smile, and hugged him tightly. "Welcome home sweetie." Placing his head on his chest he paused.
