In Flight Fuck

"If you're the kind of guy I think you are," he said. "Then I know you'll accept this token of my gratitude." "A simple handshake would suffice," I joked, as Tommy pulled down my pants. My cock was rapidly rising to the occasion. ********************************************************* It was a good thing I was awake. The plane was about to land and the flight attendants were checking everyone. After all my crazy dreams if one of them had nudged me while I was sl**ping I know I would have screamed like a little girl. When I glanced to my left I saw my cute neighbor. He looked scared shit less. Beads of sweat were pouring down his face and his hands were tight on the armrests. If there's one thing I've learned through my almost 30 years, it's how sometimes the best way to help yourself is to help someone even worse off than you. As much as I hated to fly this guy clearly hated it more. Besides, landings are my favorite part of the flight. It means I'll finally be able to escape this tin box I've been trapped in for over two hours. The man saw me looking at him. He tapped me on my shoulder. "Listen man, I hate landings!" he confessed. I reached over and took his hand. He looked relieved. "It's gonna be fine!" I assured him. The plane touched the runway with a bump. As the engines roared to slow the plane he held onto hand for dear life. Seconds later he relaxed. Turns out his name was Tommy and he was on his way back to college in California. I told him it was a shame he wasn't going with me to Arizona. I told him it's shame we couldn't chat more but I was dieing for a cigarette. As it turns out Tommy was heading that way too! After our smoke we worked our way toward our connecting flights. Tommy stopped and stood by a doorway. "Check this out!" He suggested. When I walked over to see what he was pointing to, he pushed me into the f****y rest room. "If you're the kind of guy I think you are," he said. "Then I know you'll accept this token of my gratitude." "A simple handshake would suffice," I joked, as Tommy pulled down my pants. My cock was rapidly rising to the occasion. In one swoop Tommy squatted down and took it in his mouth. In seconds it was slicked up in his spit. Soon he was bent over by the toilet and I was pile driving his ass. Tommy's reddish white skin shimmered brightly under the rest room lights. With his young body tight against mine it didn't take to unload inside his chute. But just as we were finishing there was a loud knock at the door. "Can you please hurry up?" A woman's voice asked. A c***d could be heard in the background. "Mommy! Me gotta go potty NOW!" I looked at Tommy and smiled. "Just open the door and follow my lead." After we made sure we were completely closed up Tommy opened the rest room door. "Hi there!" I greeted the woman in a nasal deeper voice. "I have spec-ial needs. My b*o-ther Tom-my makes sure I'm allllll cleaned up!" The woman pulled her c***dren back and just about tossed them into the open bathroom. Meanwhile Tommy and I ran around the corner. As soon as we were out of sight we began to laugh. While I hated to make fun of the mentally challenged it sure beat getting busted for lewd conduct. That would have really fucked up my wild meeting with Gail in Arizona. Now with the longest part of my flight over I had some funny memories to help me get through the brief flight to Tucson. Not to mention the anticipation of meeting crazy horny Gail at the airport. It would certainly be a wild fucking day of contrasts for bisexual me. And a trip I wouldn't soon forget. Little did I realize my adventure was just beginning. -to be continued