Sex on a Plane

I first met John on a plane. He was sitting next to me, nursing a beer in a plastic cup. When I sat next to him, I did what I always do to men. I checked out his package. I nearly fell off the chair.

He had a bulge that ran down his leg right to his knee. And it was thick! I sat for a bit, ordered a drink, and watched him. He was wearing a thin black shirt, and he had thick black curly hair. He had a perfect face, with soft blue eyes, and light stubble across his chin. As my eyes traveled down his body, I saw a nest of black chest hair peeking out from his shirt. Bears are a fetish of mine, and my cock immediately started to strain at my boxers.

I could see through the shirt that he had amazing pecs and a six pack. My perfect man was sitting next to me. Handsome, well endowed, hairy and fit. I shifted in my chair, trying to move the erection that was tearing through my trousers into a less obvious place.

Soon we were flying, and my eyes were fixed to the beautiful stranger sitting next to me. As I looked closer I could see that he had a semi. I could see his cock shifting through the material of his trousers. As I watched, it grew firmer, and my hand started to stroke the boner that was now throbbing in my trousers. The cock to my side suddenly stood up, forced down by the trousers. I looked up and saw the man was looking at my cock. He was licking his lips, and his cock was throbbing.

'Hey.' I whispered to him. 'Are you checking out my cock?' He looked guilty.
'Sorry, I can't help it. You're just so hot.' I was startled. This Adonis was turned on by me? I reached over uncertainly and gently placed my hand on his cock. His face relaxed, and he reached down, took my hand and pushed it into his trousers. My eyes opened wide. His cock was as thick as my fist.

"I want you to fuck me hard." He turned to me urgently, his hand already down my pants. I nodded, pulled my hand out from his boxers and stood up, walking to the toilet. Soon I was in there, and so was he. He dropped his trousers, revealing some skin tight boxers. His cock was showing from the bottom. My cock burst through my zip, and he lay down and took it in his mouth. I did the same to him. His tongue was running up and down my shaft, and my lips were wrapped around his throbbing hairy balls. Suddenly an eruption of warm cum spurted into my mouth. I swallowed greedily as I felt the cum roar from my cock.

I didn't even know his name, but we were on the floor, drinking each other's cum like we were thirsty dogs on a hot day. I finished him off, and moved up his chest. He was covered in thick black hair, and my cock stood up on end. I kissed him on the mouth, and turned him over. Then I reamed his hairy arsehole until I came again. We spent about an hour in there, having amazing orgasms. I came all over his hairy chest, and then licked it off.

I sucked his swollen balls until they contracted and cum spurted out of his red, raw cock. We met up again and again. Each time hotter than the last. I've been seeing John for three years now. And his hairy, sweaty ball sack always makes me hard.