It was the last leg of my flight plan, and we had to make a ground stop due to weather hazards.
I absolutely pounded one in on my first leg in the left seat of the ol’ “Pig.” I never knew why they called the B-737 that, but I always enjoyed thinking I was riding a pig. Not exactly something for casual conversation, but it gave my cock a twitch.
It was no use even hanging out at the airport. The storm was going to hang around for a while. I knew it was time to get a room and some shut-eye before we finished the last leg of the trip. The hotel was not far, and the shuttles were still running at least.
Stepping off the jet bridge, a mob of long faces greeted me—nothing but young, disappointed college brats with broken hearts surrounding their canceled flights. I, on the other hand, could care less. This Tiger was hungry, and looking around at some of those sad-eyed baby-faced boys wasn’t exactly helping me. I gave them my ol’ pilot wink and grin as I turned down the terminal, waving and heading away. Those were the times I felt terrible for the check-in staff –– that was a bunch of rowdy souls.
There were a ton of horned-up young athletes and firm, lean academic guys all around the airport terminals, each looking at me. It broke my heart to think I couldn’t fuck them all. After all, I knew they wanted me. A chance to get nailed by a captain is every boy’s dream. It’s all in the uniform, you know.
When they see us coming down the terminal, they first notice our covers—low-brimmed and just above the eyes, a gold insignia centered to display dominance. Then, their eyes traveled down to our smiles and sculpted jawlines. Down again to our jackets—a field of black dotted with polished brass buttons and bars of gold on our cuffs, each bar representing our position in the cockpit. Next, our cleanly pressed white flight shirts spilled out of our open jackets, stretched within an inch of their life across our pecs, placing our hard nipples on display. Lastly, our tight black polished cotton slacks pressed against our bodies, displaying our tight muscled asses and outlining our thick cocks. It always sealed the deal for any wandering eyes.
I enjoyed walking down the terminals, cupping and shifting my thick cock and balls for all those prying eyes. Mouths would gape open and eyes would widen; it made it easy to spot the prey.
The storm was sure to keep some hot action grounded at the local hotel, but it also meant there were grounded college boys in the airport, too.
I knew a great bathroom off the normal beat and out of the way. It was usually a great cruising spot for ramp workers and those horned-up passengers looking to unload some cargo, if you get my drift.
I turned the corner at the end of the long terminal corridor and then to the far end of the baggage claim, close to the entrance. It was mostly empty this far down. Just a couple of sleepers on the sides of the walls and chairs. Like I said, it was a quiet spot. I knew there had to be some action going down this late at night. And just as I suspected, two hot college boys slipped into the entrance just as I rounded the corner.
I approached the door cautiously and slowly crept into the entrance so as not to startle anyone inside. It was the danger that did it for me—the thrill of catching or being caught. I peered in as the door opened but couldn’t see or hear anyone. They must have made their way to the back stalls. I stepped forward a few steps, lightly, just to be safe so they would not hear me. Then I heard it, the jingle of a belt buckle. There they are.
“Spread ’em wider.” I heard a youthful voice urge. It appears I was just in time for the action. I turned to look over my shoulder to make sure nobody noticed me standing in the doorway, then quietly crept into the bathroom. There was a large, heavy sign, the kind that provided cleaning instructions inside in the corner by the door, along with a rope and clip. I slid it quietly to the middle of the door, clipping the rope barrier to be sure that nobody could come inside. These two were novices if they were getting it on in there—a pro would have roped it off.
I made my way around the urinals and toward the back stall. I could hear the heavy breathing and was surprised by the view. These two nuts were in the end stall with the door wide open. Amateurs.
I crept toward them, placing myself close enough to see the reflection on the opposite wall mirrors above the sinks. They were so involved with their backs to me that they didn’t notice me: two young college boys, one tall, muscled Latin boy, and his shorter and stockier blond buddy. I took a step back into the stall next to them, still unnoticed by them, and able to peer between the crack of the stall panels.
The stocky blond already had his pants open, his joystick bobbing out of his open fly just below his shirt. His Latin buddy, anxious, began tugging the blond’s jeans, forcing them down over his muscled smooth white ass. It was an ass just waiting to be ripped open.
I could now smell their pheromones flooding the air in the stall. The scent of their asses and hard cocks burned my nose and lit a fire in my pants. I watched the action eagerly, switching views from the mirror to the crack in the stall.
I debated stepping around the corner, but the blond flipped around to face the tall stud, providing me with a new view. I could now see both their cocks, hard and bobbing in the air as they worked on each other’s balls and shafts. The tall stud’s pubes were thick, climbing up toward his belly button and fanning out. The blond was less hairy and leaned toward the smooth type. His blue eyes werw glued to the large tan cock swelling in his hands.
“You ain’t gonna put that in me?” The blond joked. I sure as hell wished he would. I would love to feel it pressing it on my ass crack. His hood was slipping over his purple knob, and I imagined how it would feel ripping into my ass.
“Come on, just let me feel it.” The tall stud urged, twisting the blond, stocky friend for another go-around and prying his cock into his ass again. I badly wanted to get into the action with them.
Watching in the crack, I could see his cock was rock hard, thick, with a ruby head full of blood and seeping precum. His youthful face was focused as he stared down between the two muscled white cheeks of flesh spread open for him. All he had to do was hit the target, but he kept overshooting.
“Spread ’em more,” he urged again, tugging back the blond jock’s hips until his legs were spread wider and his ass arched up and out, attempting a new bearing. Sweat was now tricking down the boy’s tan forehead as he aimed his cock, pressing it blindly for an opening. He was lost.
Reaching down and quietly unbuttoning my slacks, I pulled down the zipper of my fly to free my leaking cock from its cage.
Pivoting my head from mirror to stall crack, I struggled to get a better angle, wrapping my fist on my cock and ready to stroke it in equal rhythm to these young studs fucking. I really wished they would get on with it because my nuts were aching to release my payload.
Just then, I heard someone mumbling near the door and the sign moving signaling that someone was attempting to gain entry. A flash of fear overcame me, which only boiled over into excitement. I wasn’t alone in being startled; both boys froze in fear, like rabbits. That sexual fear must have hit them, too. The mumbles faded, likely accepting that the room was closed off, and my attention diverted back to the pair of studs in the stall.
Once feeling the coast was clear, the tall stud spat on his fingers and pried them roughly into the jock’s tight virgin hole. The jock jerked a bit but didn’t dare pull his hole off his buddy’s fingers. His breathing calmed, and he began to lean back onto the fingers, seeking deeper probing. My cock was now back to full glory and leaking over my fist.
There was no way I was going to be able to stay hidden much longer; they were going to see me at any minute. I watched as the tall stud covered his flared head, now free from his sheath, with a gob of spit and began to work it between the jock’s muscled cheeks gently. However, once again, he was Whiskey Delta, a weak dick that couldn’t cut it.
It was as much as I could stand. I was done with waiting. I tossed my voyeur role aside and slipped around behind the tall stud.
“You’ll never get going that way,” I barked before either of them could react to my presence. They were in a state of shock from my sudden presence, but once they saw my thick rod bouncing out of my fly, they quickly relaxed and began checking the rest of me out.
“Man, you ain’t gonna snitch on us, are you?” The tall stud asked.
“You think my cock would be this hard if I was a snitch?” I explained, giving it a gentle flip with my thumb to smack it up against my abdomen. They suddenly became aware of my uniform.
“Hey!” Blurted the blond jock as he turned around to face me and his taller buddy. “You’re a Captain, aren’t you?”
“I am, and that means we all got as much to lose when someone decides they want to slip past the closure rope I put up and walk in on us.”
We all stood there for a brief second, both boys scanning me in my flight uniform, cock, and balls freely bouncing before them. The way they both were locked in on my thick cock told me they had never seen a man with as fat a bomber as mine.
Time was ticking.
I dropped my pants, letting them see my full bush and thick thighs complimenting my rod. I admit, I considered pushing the Latin stud aside and taking the blond jock by force to give them a demonstration of how to tear open an ass. However, I was already caught in the moment of these two cherry pickers, and I wanted to watch them pluck each other badly.
“Let’s get on with it, boys.” I nodded, looking at the tall stud and nodding toward the blond. They quickly resumed their positions. I could see the blond looking back over his shoulder to watch me pound my fat meat.
“Don’t worry about me, boys,” I assured them both. “You’re doing just fine. You just need to get your bearing.” The encouragement of my words assured the boys with confidence. The tall stud had no problems finding his buddy’s asshole this time and began to press forward. The blond, now encouraged by the view of my thick shaft leaking out over my fist, began to push back on his buddy’s flared pink head. I know he wanted it to be me. Perhaps, if there is time, it will be.
“Place your left hand forward on the wall and reach back and pull open that ass, boy,” I instructed the blond. He was obedient, reacting immediately. Now, the world could see that jock’s hot pink hole. I could have told him to push it out, but I wanted to hear him grunt and whine when his buddy finally pushed past his tight threshold.
“Now, push that joystick up his hole,” I instructed the tall stud, my free left hand cupping his smooth, firm ass. I slipped my pointer finger into his crack, sliding it midway to his sweet hole. I hoped it would leave his scent for me to inhale later when I was ready to bust my nut.
“Dude, I am so ready for it, man,” The blond jock begged. “Put it in, I can’t wait any longer.” Neither could I. If I pulled my meat one more time, I was going to bust my payload all over this boy’s tan, firm ass.
“Move in closer and pull his legs in a bit more.” I found myself providing instructions for their scene, guiding them into the hangar. The tall stud looked surprised at first but then grinned.
“Thanks, Captain,” he said, like a good Second Officer. Their desire to obey allowed me to fall into training mode. I squatted and lifted the Latin stud’s left leg toward the dispenser. He didn’t resist and allowed me to move him. Now his ass was open to my view, along with that tan cock and full dark sack pushing into his blond buddy’s dark taint. That jock had a thick ass on him! The view was fantastic, and I wanted to suck those asses and balls dangling in front of my face so badly.
I was sick of waiting now. I quickly stood up and moved my hand back to the cupping position, this time pressing the tip of my pointer finger on the threshold of his hole.
“Fuck him, goddammit!” I commanded, not giving a damn if it echoed out into the baggage area. I moved over to a position between the boys on the right side, my back against the stall wall.
These two were drawing this shit out too long. I released his ass and reached down to grasp the tall stud by the base of his meat, my fingers wrapping around it before he could react.
His meat was hard, but my grip made his veins burst along his shaft and his helmet swell. I marveled for a split second, then pushed it into the jock’s hungry virgin hole. I slowly fed his shaft, inch by inch, into the blond bubbled ass until he was at my fingers. Then, releasing it and giving the tall stud a smack on the ass, I drove him to the hilt! The tall stud’s eyes were wide, his mouth gaping from the sudden sensation of another man’s hole swallowing his cock.
“Jesus, fuck!” The blond jock cried out.
“Now, fuck the shit out of him, man!” I ordered as my hand gripped his tan muscled ass cheek again.
The tall stud struggled at first, shifting between a forward thrust and his excitement in pulling his buddy back down on his rod; both boys demonstrated turbulence, out of rhythm from excitement. My hand was still on his muscled ass. I stopped his movement, pressed myself to his side, and placed my lips near his ear.
“Steady boy,” I calmly instructed him. “Let it do the work for you.” Pushing steady on his ass, I drove him slowly back into the blond jock’s ass until his autopilot kicked in. A resounding grunt heaved from the blond, now with his head lowered toward the toilet. The tall stud took a deep breath and began picking up his speed with my guidance. The blond jughead began to squeal in pain from the first few thrusts, but that soon turned to pleasure as the tall stud gained confidence in his pace.
I wanted to blow my payload, watching this stud breed his first bitch. The scene of them fucking at my instruction was a dream come true. I moved my body closer, slipping my fat hard cock between their mashing bodies. The tall stud’s pelvis mashed against my cock, pushing it against the blond jock’s muscled cheeks with every thrust. My cock began leaking over the tall stud’s rock-hard shaft, providing lubricant for the jock’s tight hole. What an excellent way to frot with my newfound stud and bitch boy.
“Are you gonna cum in me?” The blond called back between thrusts. “I wanna feel you blow a load in me, bro.”
“Fuck yeah, bro,” the tall stud panted. “First, I am gonna fuck you till you beg me to stop, man.”
“Steady, boy.” I reminded him, placing my right hand on his pec, slowing his pace to make it last. My balls were hard and ready to burst, but I was enjoying the tip of my cock being smashed between them and the control I had over their bodies. I didn’t care if he begged or not. This was about me, not them.
“Now, give it to him full throttle,” I instructed him. “Some guys love that pain.”
“Yeah. Hurt me more. I wanna feel you in my guts, so I know you are really up in there!” The blond called back to us. His words were rough, wincing with pain. He was a real Ace, working his cock as fast as he could as his buddy split him open. My mind was swirling from the excitement, and my nuts were churning up a sizeable payload.
The sound of mumbling beyond the entrance area could be heard spilling into the room. From the sound of it, maintenance men were chatting each other up just in the doorway. The boys both perked up to the sounds. Finally, I watched as they took to speeding up the thrusts. The thick blond hunk was finally broken in, sliding up and down his buddy’s shaft with ease like a master bottom.
“Fuck yeah,” I quietly cheered in the tall stud’s ear. “Stretch that hole open, man. That’s your hole, boy. Use him.”
The jock was in a space of his own. He was shifting his view from my thick rod to his buddy who was on the verge of breeding him. I could see in his eyes that he was playing out the possibility that I may drive my thick rod into his hole and how much he wanted to show me he could take it. I know those cum hungry eyes wanted every inch of me plowing into his guts, pushing his buddy’s cum deep into him.
I quickly glanced at the jock’s fist to see a long string of sweet nectar falling into a puddle created on the edge of the toilet seat. It was way too much for me. I moved behind the tall stud, my thick rod in hand, and slipped my tongue up the nape of his sweaty neck to taste his flesh. My balls were tight, and I ran my cock between the sweaty cheeks of the tall Latin stud’s ass.
“Time to bring this flight to a landing, son,” I whispered into his ear. My rod was slimy with his ass sweat. I slowly forced it toward his ball sack until my bush was snug to his ass cheeks. Every time he threw his hips into this buddy’s ass, he felt my cock head press and slip from his puckered virgin hole, overshooting and into his balls.
Overwhelmed by the scene, the tall stud pushed himself as deep forward as he could into his buddy, then lifted his leg slightly back on the dispenser. He was able to adjust his pitch long enough, preventing his cock from slipping from his buddy’s ass as he wedged himself down on my thick rod. I took the hint, aligning my hips, and pushed my cock swiftly and deep into his Latin-muscled ass.
There could be no doubt this hole was untouched. The deep heave of air that left his lungs as I plunged my cock deep into his guts was all the proof I needed. I waited impatiently, then provided the encouragement he needed. “That’s it, man. Now, rock it forward and then come back on my cock, buddy.”
The Latin hunk squealed like a piglet as he drove himself back down on my thick cock for the second time. I braced myself on the stall entrance, holding his weight as he continued to bounce up and down onto my rod and then forward into his buddy’s asshole. It was touch-and-go at first, but impressive that our trio was able to establish a perfect tempo quickly.
Again, I could hear voices growing outside. It would be any second that someone would walk in and see us all tied together, mating our hearts out.
“Give it all to me, man.” The jock called out; unaware I was deep up his buddy’s guts. The blond jock was getting the worst of it now, struggling to keep his balance as his buddy bounced back and forth between our bodies. The tall stud was flexing his hole now like a pro on my cock, and my view, along with the sounds of soft grunts from both guys, was overwhelming.
Suddenly, the tall stud began to jerk and twitch out of rhythm, his hole clamping on my thick shaft. I could feel his prostate pulse as he spilled his payload into his buddy’s ass. I wrapped my arm around his waist and continued to thrust him back into our established tempo, forcing my cock in and out of his erupting hole, and he in and out of his buddy. His tight hole was sending me over the edge, but his cries of orgasm mixed with pain from my shaft were only encouraging me more.
The stud reached up, grabbed the sides of the stall walls, and pulled himself free from my cock and his buddy’s gaping cum filled hole. The sound of us both dislodging echoed with a “pop” in the stall. I released his hips, spotting the clearance ahead and grasping the white hips left vacant before me.
“Hold steady, son,” I instructed the blond jock. “This is gonna be a hard landing!” The jock looked back just as I slipped my thick prick balls deep into him with one single plunge. He didn’t cry out but instead heaved deeply as if it were clearing his guts after downing a keg at a party. I reached down, pulled him up to a standing position, and began jackhammering his hole full throttle, holding him close to my chest as if he were a tree.
Looking down at his fist pounding his cock I witnessed a geyser of cum flood from his swelled head. Gush after gush of cum poured out with every thrust of my rod into his guts. I must have been pounding right into his prostate.
He was cum drunk and flopping in my arms, utterly relaxed to my physical demands. I finally felt his hole submit to me and open wide for my cock to reach deeper, beyond where his buddy had been. Impaled, his limp body accepted the tsunami of cum that flowed from my overworked nuts deep into his guts. I remained tied to the jock’s hole, holding him upright, balls deep, until my cock finally drained its last drop into his torn hole.
Pulling away and dislodging from his guts, I looked down in time to see a rush of cum flow down his legs. What a fuckin’ beautiful sight! I backed away, looking towards the entrance, and quickly replaced my clothing. I was laboring in my breathing, and keeping my footing was a challenge after all that fucking.
“Get your asses into the stalls and close the doors before you get caught.”
“Yes, Sir.” They both answered almost in unison.
“That’s Captain, boys,” I responded, flashing them my smile and tucking in my shirt. They both smiled back, the blond was now seated on the toilet, his buddy slipping into the stall beside him.
I turned, putting my cover back on my head, and made my way to the exit; I had a cab to catch. Turning the corner, I was greeted by three passengers who had been lingering at the entrance and were startled by my sudden presence. “The head’s good, fellas,” I said, not skipping a beat. I unclipped the rope and slipped past them.
Author: Vince Andrews
Illustrations by Mosirisart