Tangled Sheets (11 page)

Putting my hand on my knee, I let my fingers hang down and brush lightly against Aiden's leg. The rough material of his pants met my fingers as I traced a small circle on his leg, waiting for him to abruptly pull away. But he stayed where he was. Emboldened, I made a larger circle with my fingers, pressing a little more firmly. When he still didn't move, I felt my heart beating faster.
This is nuts,
I told myself.
The man's asleep and you're getting all hot over him.
I moved my leg a little closer to him, until our calves were tight against each other.

I took my hand away and continued to press my knee against him. A few minutes went by that seemed like hours as I thought about what to do next. Aiden's eyes were still shut, and his hands hadn't moved. Then I felt his leg rise up slightly along mine, as though he were rubbing against me. It was a small movement and could have been made in sleep, but it was enough for me to take a chance. I put my hand full on his thigh, my fingers pressing into hard muscle. His leg was broad, and my hand stretched across it heavily as I rubbed him, waiting for him to leap out of his seat and start yelling.

Instead, he pushed his leg up against my hand, moving his hips forward. His eyes stayed closed, but one hand moved down to rest on top of mine, the big fingers closing around mine. I almost shot a load at his unexpected touch, the way he held me making my balls ache. I looked at his face and saw that the muscles of his jaw were fluttering, as if he was very nervous. Still, he left his hand on mine, rubbing me gently where I was touching his leg. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed what we were doing, but the cabin was shrouded in darkness, and the passengers across from us were sleeping soundly.

Drawing a deep breath, I brought my hand up Aiden's thigh to his crotch, where I rested it right on his cock. He was hard, and his prick made a thick line under his pants. I rested my hand there for a few moments, while the realization that he'd been as hard as I was dawned on me. He moved his book so that it covered his crotch, my hand hidden beneath it. He held the book open so that anyone coming by would see only the dust jacket lying flat across his stomach.

He still made no move to open his eyes, but his hand continued to rest on mine, pressing it down on his prick. He was large, and I felt along the length of him while my own cock sent shivers of anticipation throughout my body. Feeling his dick while surrounded by so many people was getting me really worked up, and I wanted more. I reached under the flap of his fly and found the tiny metal head of his zipper just beneath the buckle of his belt. Gripping it tightly, I tugged down slowly, the small teeth gnashing silently as I opened him up.

When I had his zipper open, I slid my fingers inside and into the warmth of soft cotton Jockeys. After some fumbling, I slipped past the waistband, pushing his underwear down slightly as I grabbed his cock. His dick was hot in my hand, long and thick with a rounded head that pressed against my palm like a stone warm from hours in the sun. I gripped it tightly in my fingers, feeling the heat pulse beneath the thin skin, the vein on the underside swelling and ebbing. My hand rested in his pubic hair, and I felt the muscles of his belly tensing as he breathed slowly.

“You have a nice cock,” I said, leaning over to talk into his ear.

I saw his throat move as he swallowed nervously, but he said nothing. I pumped his shaft a few times, slowly moving my fist up and down the couple of inches of dick I could play with in the tight confines of his pants. I ran my thumb over the engorged head and swept up a few drops of sticky precum that oozed from his slit. His juice was thick and clung to my skin as I massaged it into his shaft. I milked out some more and brought my hand to my lips. Slipping my fingers inside my mouth, I licked off his cock honey, savoring the rich, heady scent of his jism.

“Nice,” I whispered to him, returning my hand to his pants and squeezing his tool. “I'd like to taste some of that pouring down my throat when I make you come.”

Aiden groaned involuntarily as I tugged at his cock, filling my hand with the length of him. My fingers entwined in his public hair, and I pressed them down into the space between his legs. Taking my cue, he spread his thighs slightly, shifting in his seat so that I could play with his balls. The pouch of his underwear was soaked with his sweat and precum, and his balls were damp with the same delicious wetness as I held them in my hand. Large and round, they were nestled in a smooth pouch.

“Oh, yes,” I growled in his ear, breathing hotly on his neck. “I'd love to have your balls in my mouth. I'd suck each one so gently, pulling it inside with my lips and letting my tongue trace the roundness of its curves. I'd suck them until you blow your load right up your belly.”

“Oh, Christ,” Aiden said in a hoarse whisper, finally breaking his silence. “I'm gonna shoot off if you keep that up. You'd better be careful.”

I gave him a few more teasing strokes, then sat with my hand gripping his prick. I could feel his dick jumping at the base, tensing as he tried to hold off his orgasm. I was tempted to finish him off, to watch his load fly up from his crotch and splash over his shirt and the seat in front of him. But I had more plans for him, and they included leaving him hard for a while longer.

“Your wife ever make you this hard?” I asked him, leaning in so that my breath crossed his flushed skin.

“No,” he said, choking back another moan as I pinched the tip of his dick. “Not even bloody close.”

He was leaking so much that my hand was soaked with precum, the thick streams that poured from him running into his bush and making a sticky mess. While I rubbed some of it into his skin, I continued to talk to him in a voice so low and controlled that anyone trying to listen would think we were talking about stock prices or football scores.

“Feels like you enjoy having another guy play with your cock,” I said. “You ever do it before?”

“No,” he said in his low, thick voice. “I mean, once with a buddy in school when we were both drunk. We jerked off together.”

“What was it like?” I asked, stroking him slowly.

Aiden leaned back in his seat, sliding my hand along his shaft. “We were in his car,” he said. “After a soccer game. We'd had some pints and were sitting in the dorm parking lot. Jack said he was horny, and I told him to go wank off. He said he would if I did too.”

“And what did you do then?” I said, rubbing his thigh with some of his cream and kneading the muscles.

“He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock,” Aiden said after a long pause. “He had a hard-on.”

“Tell me about it,” I demanded.

“It was big,” Aiden said breathlessly. “Really long and fat. It stuck straight up. He was stroking it.” His words were clipped and came out raggedly, as though remembering what had happened was going to make him shoot his load.

“What did you do?” I prodded.

Aiden's eyes were still closed, and I could feel his cock stiffening even more in my grasp as he thought about his experience. “I took mine out, too,” he said. “Played with it.”

“What did your buddy do?”

“He watched me,” Aiden said softly. “Watched me jerk my dick. We must have tossed off for at least half an hour.”

“Did he say anything?” I asked.

Aiden's brow furrowed as he thought. “No,” he said finally. “He just kept stroking his prick and watching me play with mine.”

“Did you touch him?”

“I wanted to,” Aiden said. “But I didn't. It looked so big. I wanted to feel it in my hand. But I was afraid.”

I rubbed the head of Aiden's dick in my fingers. “How did it end?” I urged.

“He came first. Shot his load all over the floor of the car. I remember it came out in three long spurts, and he pulled on his balls when he came.”

“Did you come, too?”

Aiden smiled. “Yeah,” he said. “I came, too. All over my letterman jacket. Couldn't push my cock down in time, and gushed all over the front. I never did get it out.”

I stroked him a little faster, making him breathe harder. “And you never did anything with him again?”

“No, we never even mentioned it. I jerked off a lot thinking about it, but we never did anything again. I never did anything like that with another guy.”

“But I bet you still have that jacket, don't you?” I asked, pushing my hand deeper into his pants and rubbing the spot behind his balls.

Aiden's hand slipped into my lap and started to play with my cock, tentatively moving along the length of my hard-on. I shuddered as he fingered my swollen head and ran one thick finger down my shaft. “I still have it,” he said. “Sometimes I put it on and jack off thinking about what I would have done with Jack.”

Having him work on my cock, however nervously, was bringing me dangerously close to coming. The thick hair on his forearms brushed against my hand as our crossed arms moved along each other, and I was overcome with the need to be close to his body and the agony of not being able to. I willed the pounding in my balls to go down as I kept my steady pumping on Aiden's tool. “What do you think about?” I asked him.

He cleared his throat. “I think about sucking his dick,” he said slowly. “About how it would feel to lick his cock and balls.”

I pulled harder on his nuts, wrapping my fingers around the shaft of his dick. His crotch was hot, and his skin was beginning to get very sticky from all of the lube dripping from his lips. “What else?” I prompted, sliding a finger down behind his ballsac and into his hairy ass crack.

His fingers were steadily working along my trapped dick, massaging me roughly. He gripped me tightly when he answered, as though he was imagining Jack's dick in his hand instead of mine. “I think about him fucking me,” he said quietly.

He'd said exactly what I wanted to hear. Urging some more hot fluid from his cock, I pulled my hand from his pants. My fingers shone with his wetness, and there was a fine hair trapped between them. Pulling the hair from my hand, I put it in my mouth, my tongue running along its rough length as I tasted his precum and the scent of his musky crotch for the second time. At the same time, I pressed my fingers against his lips. When they parted, I slipped two fingers inside, resting the tips along the ridge of his teeth. His tongue licked at them gently, surrounding my fingertips in warmth as he cleaned me.

“Tastes wonderful, doesn't it?” I said, fucking his lips slowly with my fingers. “Like a man should.” He began to suck harder, and I pulled my fingers out of his mouth, letting them slip slowly along his neck and along his open shirt, just brushing against the exposed hair.

He opened his eyes and looked at me then, his expression telling me he wanted more. I wanted him just as badly. “Go into the bathroom,” I told him, zipping him back up. “I'll follow after you.”

Aiden didn't wait to be told twice. Making sure he looked presentable in case he ran into anyone on the way to the rear of the plane, he stood up and walked slowly down the aisle. I went right behind him, watching his ass as he moved and thinking about what I was going to do to him. When he got to the bathroom, he reached for the handle and pulled. The door didn't move, even after he gave it another tug, and it was then that I noticed that the occupied light was on.

“Oh, Christ,” I moaned as he looked at me helplessly. “We'll just have to wait a minute.” I leaned against the wall, my impatient cock beating in my pants. Aiden leaned back, too, and because of the narrow hallway he was forced back against me. My dick pressed against his ass, and I couldn't resist putting my arms around him and pulling him close, relishing the sheer size of him in my arms. He was still hard, and feeling his meat in my hands made me want him desperately. I kissed the back of his neck and ran my tongue into his ear, savoring the taste of his skin. “I want to fuck you right here in the aisle,” I whispered, and his prick surged against my fingers.

Just then, the door opened, and a woman came out holding the hand of a little girl. I released Aiden just before she turned and smiled at us apologetically. For all she knew, we didn't even know each other. “Sorry,” she said sweetly. “I hope you haven't been waiting long.”

“That's okay,” Aiden said, smiling back at her as he darted into the bathroom. I went right behind him, seeing her puzzled expression as she realized that two grown men were going in together. “He needs help,” I said as I moved past her and patted the little girl on the head. “You know how it is.”

As soon as the door was shut, I put my arms around Aiden and kissed him hard. The smallness of the bathroom made it hard for two big men to move around, but that made it all the more exciting as I pulled him to me and drove my tongue into his mouth. His broad back stretched under my hands as I moved over it, feeling his muscles and grinding against him while our tongues played against one another. He moved forward, pinning me against the door, and I felt his cock pushing against me. “I want this so much,” he said hoarsely.

We were both so anxious that it all seemed like a blur of tongues and hands and mouths as we explored each other's bodies. Fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, I opened it to reveal his beautiful, hairy chest. My mouth quickly found one of his large, firm nipples and began sucking while my hands ran through the thick fur that fell from his throat to his groin in a heavy swatch. The feel of it against my face, combined with the smell of him, made me crazy for him. I licked a trail down his belly, darting my tongue into the depression of his navel. I ran my hands behind him, pulling him into my face. His back was smooth and hairless, the heavy muscles dipping into a smooth arc just above his ass crack. I knelt in the cramped space, barely fitting, with my face pressed right into his bulging crotch.