It was getting too much for me, I unbuckled my seatbelt and headed for the toilet. Vacant. Phew.
I urgently unzipped my trousers, the head of my now hard penis had managed to poke itself through the gap in my boxers, I pulled them down as fast as I could and my dick sprang free, it was twitching and pulsing as I wrapped my hand around it. I slowly pulled back my foreskin and began to stroke my hand up and down, up and down, slowly at first, I was savouring every motion. I glanced to the mirror on my right and angled myself so I could see my bum. It was looking as firm as ever, and so it should, I thought to myself, I’d been in the gym a lot since the breakup. I continued to admire it as I pulled on my dick, imagining Adam on his knees kissing & biting those cheeks, finding his way to my arsehole before greedily licking and sucking away.
I began to pump my hand up and down faster and faster. I cupped my balls with one hand and started massaging & tugging on my balls, all the time imagining Adam being there, ravaging me with his mouth. It wasn’t long and I began to shudder and a warmth covered my hole body. I slammed a hand up against the wall for the extra support. Hot white jets of cum shot out the end of my penis, covering the toilet in front of me as I squeezed every last drop out, my whole body shuddered and pulsed with every last pump. As I composed myself and tidied up the mess, I wondered how I would get through the next few days without being taken over by that urge again. I’d just masturbated in a plane toilet for christ’s sake, but I was as thrilled and breathless as I was disgusted.
As I strapped myself back in my seat, I wondered what had come over me, I felt repulsed, titillated, and somehow violated all at the same time. This man, this neanderthal that I didn’t even like, had unbeknownst to him, inspired one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to experience that again. I reasoned it must just be because I’d not had sex since the break up. It can’t just be that though, I pondered. “Everything okay?” Mark asked from across the aisle. “Looking a little flustered there” he continued. “I’m fine, just want to get off this plane soon” I smiled.
It wasn’t long before the seatbelt sign came on, and the aircraft started coming in to land. I again, found myself noticing the outline of Adam’s cock in his shorts, I just couldn’t seem to focus on anything else. I wanted to see it again. I was hungry for it. I had no idea how I was going to hide my desires for the next few days.
“Hey there, see something you like?” Adam stirred and caught me red handed. Shit. Was I that damn obvious?
To be continued…
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