Face Fucking Lars, as always, was way ahead of me. He gave my cock a gentle
squeeze which nearly fired it off, and got up without a word and
strolled seemingly casually towards the loo at the front of the cabin.
I contemplated following him into it, having heard stories of people
having it away in railway carriage loos. But this always seemed to me
to demand contortionist skills, apart from being not exactly comfort-
able or aesthetic! Also, there was no doubt that the passengers watch-
ing the movie would have noticed me following a boy into the lav,
which on the top deck of a 747 is alongside the screen for the in-
flight movie, which was then in full flow. The thought of banging away
in that confined space and of re-emerging afterwards was too daunting,
even in my highly charged state!

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I wrapped my fingers
round his hard shaft, and gently massaged it; I then rolled his heavy
balls encased in their hot sac gently and firmly between my finger and
thumb. He clung to me more tightly, eyes closed, and his hips shud-
dered; he sighed again and we kissed passionately.

But it is one thing to snog, even as naughtily as this, in an air-
plane full of people but quite another to remove the garments neces-
sary to couple us in the way we were both obviously craving for and to
release our wild passion in the sexual frenzy we both felt. How could
we satisfy our enormous lusts? What with cabin crew wondering back-
wards and forwards behind us to and from the galley, we could not eas-
ily strip off and start humping without the risk of creating a sensa-
tion on board. I had visions of us being arrested for grossly indecent
behaviour in a Jumbo Jet! Could I somehow get my cock out and force
down his tight panties? But what position could we use? Nothing else
in the world now mattered except an overpowering urge to stuff my
straining rod into the depths of his warm, eager arse. But trivial
problems like tight jeans, trouser zips, stretched Y fronts and un-
yielding aircraft seats made this ambition hard to realise.

twink in bondage gets a messy sticky facial My cock throbbed with excitement and anticipation and I had to
slow down and mentally count to ten to avoid filling my pants with cum
when I realised he was not only going to let me reach my target, but
was panting for me as much as I was for him. I inserted my fingers as
far as I could between his legs, and stroked them gently along the
warm and noticeably damp material covering his prick and up to the
summit of his pubic mound. He sighed and gripped me tight as my finger
deliberately sought and found his sexy prick. I felt him hand cup the
bulge in my trousers. We kissed long and passionately; it was strange
I thought to have got to such a level of intimacy without having
kissed before. I exercised as much self-control as I could muster as I
felt the exquisite feeling of his hand gently exploring my throbbing
cock. In return, my fingers pulled aside the warm silky band of his
pants; and I was able to stroke warm downy hair and feel the hard,
warm, wet and incredibly inviting intimate sex.

wild twink doggie He snuggled closer and started stroking my leg in an absent minded
kind of way, fairly innocently near my knee. The arm of the seat was
getting in our way, luckily they hinge back, so I lifted it and took
the opportunity to slide my arm right around his left hip so as to
push my hand under his thigh. The band of his jeans was loosen enough
for me to feel his cotton clad crutch. I was pleased to find he was
wearing pants and as I reached warm, smooth, bare skin slid my fingers
into the tight silky pouch of his underpants. He made no effort to
discourage my wandering fingers, so, pulling him closer I covered our
laps with a BA blanket, and boldly stroked his thigh with my other
hand, working his jeans down as I went. He sighed and parted his legs
slightly when my hand brushed over the area of his warm smelling male
groin and my fingers at last brushed gently against the thin silky ma-
terial of his knickers, tightly stretched over his sexual mound.