Date: Mon, 13 Jul 2020 01:24:56 -0400 From: Colin Costa Subject: True Family Value2 -- Chapter 5 The following is a work of fiction: Any resemblance to persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. It depicts sexual situations between minor males including incest and if reading such is illegal where you reside or you are not at least 18 years of age, please read at your own risk. This work is the property of the author Colin Costa and should not be reposted or reproduced without his permission. Any and all feedback is entirely welcomed and I'll do my best to respond to all. Send all emails to: cozycolincosta@gmail.com Remember Nifty needs your help to keep this site alive. Please consider donating today. This story does contain passages describing homosexual sex as well and incest. If this is not your cup of tea, please leave now. True Family Values By Colin Costa Chapter 5 Chapter 4The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the weight of an arm wrapped around my waist. It only took a split second for me to realize that this was Link. We made out for a long time last night. Just making out. I knew he wanted to go farther but... he was my brother. It already took me a long time to finally give in and make a move on Link. Going further and actually committing incest? I don't know if I'm ready for that. I opened my eyes just slightly, trying to get them adjusted to the sun streaming into my bedroom. I saw that my luggage was packed and waiting against my far wall, waiting for the vacation we were about to leave for. Besides that one piece of order, the rest of my room was a mess. Our clothes were thrown left and right. I distinctly remember setting the hard limit for myself to wear underwear to bed but there were the boxers I slid onto bed crumpled and discarded by my closet. I must have shifted somewhat because I soon felt the arm draped over my waist wrap around me and pull me closer to the hard body it's attached to. The hard naked body. Hard in a multitude of ways. I felt his broad pecs press against my shoulders, his "man-tits" as he jokingly called them last night. They really stretched out his shirt, swollen and packed full of muscles. His thick arms held me tight as I felt him shift, his head nuzzling in closer to the nape of my neck and kissing me softly, all the while his huge cock poked my backside. I felt the tip of the head push against my ass, not near my hole but just an absent-minded shallow thrusting of a man having a good dream. "Good morning, bro." Link mumbled groggily as he slowly awoke. "Morning, Link." I yawned, finally accepting the fact it was time to start rousing. My clock blinked at 8:57 am and I knew Dad wanted to be out of the door by 10 am. "We should start to get up." "Five more minutes." He murmured, again pulling me into a tight spooning session. This time his cock speared right through the top of my thighs, making him sigh with satisfaction right into my ear. "Fine, just five minutes though." I chucked back at his early morning lust. Suddenly, as if he had been awake for hours, Link rolled us so that both hands caged me in right above my shoulders, keeping his weight from crushing my body. With a devilish smile, he sank himself down so that his lips perched right above my own. "Then I get to decide how we spend those five minutes." His lips were strong yet soft, pressing down into my own but not in a possessive way. I kissed him back feverishly, meeting his every move. He slid his tongue into my mouth which resulted in a moan from my own body. "We should get ready," I whispered in between kisses, making no effort to stop. I could feel his body force out a sigh in acceptance. "You're right, lil bro." With one final kiss Link got off of me and rolled out of my bed. He threw off the covers that were wrapped around him, took a couple of steps away from the bed, and turned back around with his trademark lopsided grin. I've seen my brother shirtless many times, and I have even seen him in just his underwear a couple too (he often parades around the house in just his boxer briefs). I have even seen him fucking my ex-boyfriends. But I have never seen him fully naked, his hard throbbing cock staring right back at me. His body could rival Adonis, muscles huge and veins popping out over his 6'4 frame. But all of that somehow paled at the sight of his nearly foot-long cock. It was 11 inches, as thick as a can of soda to support the length, one thick vein traveling along the side of it. He was circumcised, just like me and our dad. The head of the monster had to make up at least 2-3 inches of it, a dark pink on the verge of red. Clear precum gurgled out of the slit on top, creating a long string from the tip all the way to my hardwood floors. "I see you staring, Archie." Link's right hand was rubbing over his body, teasing his nipples and down to his washboard abs to tug a couple of times on his thick member, coaxing another splurt of pre-cum to splatter over my floors. "You want my dick, huh, lil bro? Do you want this big dick in you? Do you want to feel this big dick getting shoved down your throat?" Link walked towards me while speaking, huge dick swinging back and forth like a pendulum, "Because I do, bro. I want to see this cock stretch that pretty little mouth of yours. I want to see you choke on this cock, tears streaming down your face as I throat fuck you hard and deep." His cock oozed out precum with every step he took to my bed. "I can see you want that too from the little tent under your sheet. I might not be the smartest guy, and sometimes I just don't get things around me, but I do know how to fuck. And I know how to do it well." He was by the edge of my bed now, his cock so long that it almost touched my lips. "So what do you say, bro? Want me to make you my little bitch?" "I want to, Link. I do." I looked up at his looming figure, his member blocking out part of his body from my vantage point. I felt a drop of precum land on my lower lip and instinctively I flicked out my tongue to taste. Damn, he even tasted good. Salty yet slightly sweet like pineapples. "But I can't. Not now at least. Th-this is all just so new to me." I hunched over, mad that my own mind thought this was wrong even though I wanted this so much. Instantly Link's demeanor changed, one second the sex demon tempting me and the next my sweet, caring twin brother. "Hey, no worries, bro. We can take things at your own pace. Just let me know what steps you want to take and I'll be cool with it. I'm even cool with just making out for a while." I jumped out of the bed at the moment and right into his arms, hugging him tight, glad he was fine with taking things slow, but someone else clearly wasn't. I stepped back from his welcoming, muscular arms to see his gargantuan cock slip down my own stomach, smearing it with the clear liquid. "Even though we're going to take things slow, my little buddy doesn't know that." He laughed, making his hard cock flop around, splattering more pre-cum all over the room. "Do you always produce this much precum?" I asked incredulously at the sticky mess all around me. "Usually more." He replied sheepishly. "And my loads are usually a lot bigger than that too," He reached down and shook his equally big balls, each roughly the size of a clementine, to make a point. "I'll believe it when I see it, now you got to go. We only have 45 minutes to get ready and I gotta shower to get all of this off of me." "Fine, bro." Link relented, heading to the door. "Oh, by the way. I left a present for you in your carry on. Don't open it until we land." "That was awfully sweet of you." I said appreciatively, but by the mischievous look that was plastered over my brother's face, I knew it had to be something sexual. "Now, go. I gotta get ready." Link turned the corner of my bedroom door with another wink, making his way to get his own stuff ready. I quickly gathered my bathroom stuff and scrubbed myself down, even using the shower douche attachment to make sure I didn't have to use any unsanitary plane toilet. I shaved my face and brushed my hair, while my other hand was brushing my teeth. All of my back up bathroom supplies were already packed in my carry on, so all I had left was to throw on some clothes and I was ready. I tossed on a pair of black joggers and some brand name fashion sneakers. A simple white shirt and a small gold chain, plus a pair of lensless gold plated glasses with my black fanny pack and a matching zippered sweatshirt with a black beanie made the rest of the look. I decided to opt-out of underwear since I was gonna be traveling all day and I wanted to be comfy. I gathered my luggage: a carry-on bag, a backpack for all of my electronics, and then another suitcase. I then headed down the stairs to see the rest of my family waiting by the foyer. Dad was in a suit like always. This one is light grey, tailored to a tee in order to show off his impressive physique. But instead of his usual tie, he just had his white button-down open a button, showcasing a light brown patch of chest hair. But besides that one alteration, the rest of him was the same. Same pierce green-blue eyes that all three of us share. His dark brown hair neat and orderly, and his face shaved, showing off his sharp jawline. He looked like the businessman daddy you always dreamed of at 6'6. He looked down at his watch as he waited for me, his face showing a peeved expression. It was clear he wanted to be on the road already Link on the other hand looked the opposite even though he and Dad shared similar looks. He wore a light orange tank top cut for deep armholes that basically showed off his entire chest if you looked the right way. His grey joggers clung tightly to his heavily corded legs but they also showed off another muscle. He was blissfully unaware of how obscene his pants looked due to him not wearing underwear. His cock snaked down his left leg, going near halfway to his knee in his semi-hard state. I had to look away in fear of myself getting hard. I clunked my suitcases down the stairs and placed them in the back of the car along with the others. Once that was settled the three Johnson men headed to the airport. The car ride went by easy enough. Dad was humming along to some old folk song on the radio while Link played games on his phone. I stared out of my car window at the passing scenery. I watched number trees and fields pass by as we trudged along the 27-minute drive to the airport. Rain sprinkled down on us as we exited the car once Darrell parked it in the garage, where it would stay for the next week. We shuffled down the stairway out of the multi-tiered building and made our way to the airport across the street. Cars zoomed by, both dropping off and picking up various people and their belongings. The airport was big like one would expect. Metal gleamed in the morning sun, framing a structure covered in glass windows to allow passengers to see their planes. Large stretches of linoleum floors for easy cleanings sprawled in front of us once we entered through the revolving doors that emptied into the main lobby. Darrell took the lead, heading directly to the kiosk our plane belonged to, various eyes following him and whispering to one another. I was used to people staring at my dad. For one, he was tall. He stood out wherever he went and with his impressive physique, giggles soon trailed. The other fact was that he was a famous retired football player. There was one instance where the three of us were out for mine and Link's birthday dinner, but a guy rudely came over to our table and demanded an autograph. My dad handled it better than I would have, smiling and quickly signing the piece of paper the man shoved in front of his face. My dad is just an all around great guy. "Excuse me." My dad said to the bored looking flight attendant running the first-class check-in table. "We have to check some bags and check-in for our flight to Maltiva?" He said with a big smile. "You're that football guy, right? Darrell Johnson?" She chirped, becoming more interested in helping us. Having your dad as a sports celebrity certainly had its perks. "Yep! And we're here to check-in. These are my sons Lincoln and Archibald Johnson." He replied, still exuding a cheery demeanor. "Of course," She took all three of our passports and our tickets, still making eyes at my dad. "You know, your son looks just like you, sir." "Yeah, I get that all the time." Link beamed. The woman started to print out our boarding passes while she looked at me, gave me a once-over, and decided to keep her mouth shut. She hurriedly checked out bags and handed us the boarding passes, smiling as she waved us off for the next customer. Our shoes clicked on the floor as we carried the rest of our carry-ons further into the airport. We passed currency exchange, gift shops, sandwich joints, and other various stores pertaining to the everyday traveler. "So, who's ready for Maltiva?" Link asked while we stepped up on the escalator that directed us towards security. Without bothering for an answer he just continued his train of thought on the small exotic island that was a destination for many of our past vacations. "...The white sand beaches, the clear blue waters. This trip is gonna be the best!" Link bounded off the escalator and made his way through the mass of people to the long security line where we soon stood behind him, with me bringing up the rear. It was slow. But we made our way through the line and handed our passports and boarding pass to the TSA agent and waited in another line for screenings. "Make sure you take all the metals off your body, your shoes in the bins. All electronics in their own bins..." a woman's voice droned on over the intercom, explaining the rules of TSA to remind everyone again. "Sir," I felt a tap on my shoulder to see one of the male TSA agents standing in front of me. He had to be around 6 feet, muscular but more in a recreational way, with a mop of shaggy brown hair and piercing honey-colored eyes. "You've been selected for a randomized intensive TSA screening, you're gonna have to come with me while we search through your belongings." "Is there a problem here?" my father interrupted, his eyes squinting in judgment. "This young man has been selected for an intensive screening. We are taking him to the processing room now." The TSA agent replied, looking up into Darrell's eyes with none of the fear most other people would exude. "My son doesn't have..." "It's alright, Dad. It's just a routine. I'll meet you guys at the gate." I said, stepping in to make sure my father didn't cause a scene. Darrell reluctantly turned around to go back in line, while Link just glared at the TSA man as he took me away. We weaved back through the lines, him leading the way to some corridor for personnel only. We didn't talk to each other, just the sounds of our feet on the fake tile, the wheels of my luggage whirling. The TSA agent turned suddenly, pushing open a door and letting me walk in first. The room was plain and rather small, but with a metal table that sat in the center with a chair on each side of it. Some white cabinets adorned one wall while another smaller metal table was pushed up against another wall. The agent gestured to the chair farthest from the door we entered, while he sat down in the one facing it. "Just place your belongings on that table over there" he grumbled while starting to take some notes on a clipboard that was laying on the center table. I did what he said and set my carry-on and backpack down with a loud thunk, then I quietly sat down in the chair meant for me all the while staring into his piercing brown eyes. "Name?" He huffed out. "Archibald Johnson, I live at 69 Long Spire Road, Richardville, CA, USA." "Didn't ask for that, but okay." He mumbled, jotting down the information on his clipboard, "Age, height, and weight." "I'm 18, 5'6", and 135 pounds." "Good, good." He, again, said under his breath while scribbling. "My hair color is dirty blond, my eye color is blue-green. Do you want my ID as well?" "Yes." I passed over my passport to him which he checked thoroughly. The room fell into silence as the TSA Agent continued to fill out the clipboard. I wondered what my family must be thinking as I was stuck in this cold, bare room. Dad and Link were probably already at the gate. "Okay, now I have to go through your belongings." The man got up from his seat and walked over to my things. He definitely had the stoic demeanor down, if I wasn't worried about missing my flight I would ask for his number. His jaw was strong and his eyes were piercing in a way that made my knees weak. He slid on some latex gloves then unzipped my backpack, taking out my computer and other electronics, my book for the flight, and an assortment of toiletries. He nodded with approval. My carry-on bag was another matter. As soon as he opened the main flap he frowned at the mysterious, badly wrapped package inside. The gift Link hid in my bag. The TSA agent ripped open the gift and stared in shock at the three items that tumbled out. The first item to fall out was a thong. The very same thong Link begged me to get at the store yesterday day. It was small. Just a strap in the back that I knew would get swallowed up by my twin globes. And a small pouch in the front that would hold my average sized dick. The second was a bottle of lube. A small one, but it was still a shock. The agent unscrewed the cap of the bottle to see that the seal was still intact, making it approved for travel. The third was the most embarrassing. A pale, flesh-toned dildo rested on top of my suitcase, a red bow tied around the base of the artificial cock. It looked roughly 9 inches long and thick. Made to resemble a real cock, it even was covered in veins. I couldn't believe this was the gift Link got me. And that a stranger was the one who opened it! "You're into stuff like this?" The agent said abruptly, his intense brown eyes staring directly at me. He was still holding the dildo, which made me squirm uncomfortably in my chair. "Yes, sir." I squeaked out which elicited a smirk from him. "Thought you might." He murmured more to himself. I felt a blush come to my cheeks as I died of embarrassment in front of the hot TSA agent. "Oh, and the `Sir' was kinda hot." He said with a wink. I quickly turned back around in my chair to face the table. I felt my cock start to plump up at his comment and started to wish it down. "Stand up. Time for a strip search." He barked after finding nothing of violation in my belongings. Tentatively I got up, my hands placed precariously in front of my crotch to try to hide my growing hard-on. "Arms out in a T position" he huffed. Nudging my hands away from my body. With no fanfare, the agent started to pat me up and down, but the pats seemed suspiciously more like gropes. He moved his hands up and down my body, squeezing my biceps and pecs, feeling up my lean stomach and patting my calves and thighs. Taking extra interest in my ass, he squeezed, manhandled, played with, and jiggled my bubble butt. Gabbing my cheeks only to drop them again and watch them bounce up and down through my thin joggers. All of this touching was getting me worked up, so by now I had a raging hard-on that formed a wet spot in the front of my pants. He reached around at that moment and grabbed my dick, making me do my best to stifle a moan. "Get out of your clothes." He ordered, and let go of my throbbing cock. "Why?" I stammered, confused about why he stopped groping me. "I felt something suspicious through your clothes. I'm gonna need you to get out of them so I can make sure you're not carrying anything illegal." I quickly shucked off my clothes, peeling my shirt off of my chest and kicking off my shoes. I hesitated for a moment taking off my pants, knowing that as soon as I did he would see my hard dick due to my lack of underwear, but one look at his gaze made me push them down anyways. My dick bounced between us as I stood completely naked in front of the hot TSA Agent. He didn't say a word besides watching my cock oscillate from side to side. "Turn around." He said, at last, his voice huskier. I slowly did as he said, hearing him sharply intake his breath as my back faced him. "God damn," I heard him whisper, "This ass is great." His hands were on my ass in an instant, kneading my cheeks. A sharp crack filled the air before a sting sensation was felt from my ass. "That's for being a naughty boy and bringing a dildo onto your trip." He explained into my ear as he slapped my ass again. "Yes, sir." Was all I replied. "Now bend over, I have to do a cavity search." He slapped my ass one more time to drive home his point as I laid the top half of my body down on the metal table, my legs splayed behind me, giving him a view of my tight pink hole. "Now, I'm going to apply a lubricant to help make this easier for you and I'll be applying it with a special instrument." I felt one of his latex-covered hands grip one of my smooth, pale was cheeks and spread it roughly, making me squeak. I soon started to feel the weird utensil he mentioned, the blunt head was warm and covered in whatever lubricant he was using for the exam. I felt the tip of it rub over my hole over and over again leaving me splayed over the table, my eyes rolled up into my head. I felt it burrow deeper into me, making me moan as another hand was used to spread my phat ass. Wait, two hands? It dawned on me in that moment that the utensil used on my hole was actually his thick tongue. The TSA agent slurped and worked my pussy like a wild beast, making me soon not care about his actions. He dove his tongue into my hole over and over again, making me clench around it with pleasure. With two hands he gripped each cheek (separated by his face) and jiggled it, making me twerk for him. He breathed, blew, stabbed, caressed, licked, scratched my pussy and it was driving me crazy. Too soon he took his face away from my crack, making me whine in need, I arched my back further and pushed my ass back trying to get his skilled tongue to return. "Be a good little bitch and hold yourself open for me." He growled in his sultry baritone. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them back, placing both of my own hands on my butt, this time to hold myself open for whatever was gonna happen next. "Now I gotta do the cavity check." I heard a crack of a plastic bottle open and saw him drizzle his gloved hand with my own lube that Link put in my luggage. His other hand was slowly jerking off his thick, nine inch dick that he pulled through the fly of his still buttoned pants. The dark tan skin slid up and down, revealing and covering his purple cock head with each stroke. A thin line of precum connected the tip of his head to the linoleum floor. I quickly turned my head back around as he stepped closer to me. With his hand that was not covered in lube he spanked me once more, followed by several large smacks with a hot, heavy club-like object that must have been his dick. I felt his precum splatter all over my pale, ample ass. I felt his pointer finger slowly trace around my hole, making a shiver flow up my spine. In one fell swoop, though, he shoved the entire finger up to the base of his hand, practically pushing a moan out of my body. He dragged the finger back out of my hole, with just the tip remaining before shoving it back in. Picking up speed, he pushed the finger back into me and started to fuck me in earnest with his digit. Waves of pleasure radiated through my body as his pointer finger kept grazing over my prostate. I heard him chuckle as a I whined particularly loud when his finger hit it directly. My cock throbbed beneath me, hanging off the table and touching nothing to get relief, just spilling out clear fluid from the head. I couldn't even reach down to touch it since both of my hands were occupied by holding my ass open for the TSA agent's finger assault on my hole. He fell into a steady rhythm as he added a second finger that stretched out my hole which caused me to squeeze around his phalanges. Thrusting in and out of my hole, he spat down on his fingers to lube them up more, picking up the pace once again. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head as I squealed and groaned out. My toes were curling and my dick bobbed up and down, still being forgotten. I was getting close. I could feel the orgasm start to build up inside of me as he once again added another finger. Three fingers were fucking me like jack hammer as I felt the TSA agent's dick bounce off of my ass. My ability to form words were gone now as I laid sprawled across the metal table, butt arched up to meet his every jab. High pitch whimpers escaped the back of my throat as my hole fluttered around his fast-paced fingers. "I'm getting close." He huffed out. I turned back around to see that the agent was furiously slamming his digits into me as well as jacking his cock off. Precum was flying everywhere, coating my ass and back. "Cum for me, sir." I managed to breathe out, locking eyes with him. With a loud guttural roar he did just that. He fisted his cock one last time as he stilled, his cock grew from its 9-inches just slightly as the veins became even more pronounced. The slit in the cockhead flared open and out shot rope after rope of cum. Hot, thick cum splattered over my big ass and back, thoroughly coating me with semen. The scene was hot as fuck. I felt each scalding hot rope hit me, sending me closer to the edge. But just when I was about to cum, my dick about to splurt out cum too, but handsfree. The TSA agent yanked his fingers out of my twitching hole and slapped my cum-coated ass once before stepping away. I felt my orgasm bubble and rise inside of me, just barely not over flowing, and in agnoising torture I felt my orgasm start to subside as I was left, panting, exhausted and laying on the table naked and covered in a strangers jizz. "Good boys don't bring a dildo and lube in their carry on," The TSA agent said after a while, his before aloofness subsiding just a bit in his post-cum haze. "And only good boys get to cum." he sauntered back over to my naked form, ran his hand over my semen covered back, scooped some up in his hand and brought it to my mouth for me to slurp down. He did this again, grabbing some more from the surface of my ass this time and feeding it to me. I was too horny to protest, greedly swallowing whatever I could. This went on until there was no more cum to slide down my throat, the remnants he massaged into my skin for me to absorb. It was bliss, his hands running along my body as my painfully hard cock started to finally subside in protest. But in a blink of an eye the TSA agent jumped up from the table and stuffed his cock back into his pants. "Get up." he ordered. "You have a plane to catch." Shit. he was right. I totally forgot about the trip as my mind got distracted with lust. I yanked my clothes on as quickly as I could while the man started to squibble endlessly on his clipboard once again, hopefully not detailing our sexual encounter. I slipped on my shoes and buckled my fanny pack back onto my form as he finished writing on his note and doing a quick once over my belongings. He zipped up my suitcase and my backpack, the latter he thrusted into my hands for me to put on. He placed the other on the floor. The bustle of us trying to assemble ourselves back together stopped as we stood there facing each other awkwardly. "So... am I cleared to go?" I stammered staring up into his face. "Yeah, you're good to go. Hurry along and catch your flight." I grabbed my suitcase and started to head to the door when I heard him call me back. "Here," He said, shoving a piece of scrap paper into my hand. "It's my number for when you get back. And my name is Leo by the way." he said with a smile. I grinned back, eagerly tucking the note into my pants. "A good slut like you is someone I have to keep on speed dial." he said with a wink and a swift smack to my ass as I left the interrogation room with a blush spreading over my face. I turned down the corridor to the left of the interrogation room but soon found myself lost. I couldn't remember which way I came from when Leo led me through the inner workings of the airport. I saw a double set of doors ahead of me that looked slightly familiar and gripping my belongings I pushed through the passageway. I realized then that the door I just exited was not the same one I came in for I was dumped out at the head of a bustling terminal with no idea where I was. People hurried to their own destinations, their bags rolling across the floor. The general hubbub of the airport created a cacophony of sounds that amplified my already anxious feelings. I had no idea what part of the airport I was in, I couldn't remember my terminal and gate that my family was waiting for me at since they had my boarding pass, and I had only 40 minutes until first class started shuffling into the plane. Parting the mass of moving travelers was a wrap around bar with several tvs perched above playing different channels. I entered the crowded and moved the opposite direction of the stream as I made my way to the establishment in hope that the bartender could tell me where I was at least. My legs were still shaky from the fast-paced finger I received mere minutes before as I approached the bar. I sat down on one of the lofted wooden seats, a couple of chairs down from a man in a suit. The bartender finished cleaning a glass or two on the opposite end of the structure but soon made her way over to me. "What would you like, sir?" she asked, tossing her slick back ponytail hair slightly, her red lipstick revealing a pearly-white smile. "Nothing for me," I replied, her smile shrunk slightly and her previously wide eyes fell into a more natural squint. "I was wondering if you knew where the gate was for the 11 am flight to Maltiva?" The Bartender started to shake her head horizontally when I heard a cough from the other side of the bar. The man in the suit was staring at me, a clear drink hung precariously in his hand. He was sitting down at one of the high chairs and a nondescript black suitcase sat by his side, a formal hat plopped down to his right. He was taller than me. Over six foot definitely but unable to tell the exact number due to him sitting. His hair was way brown, and his eyes were a kaleidoscope of hazel, browns, greens, and grey making an unique pattern. His skin was a deep tan, one only achievable by birth and a layer of stubble over took his jaw. "I happen to know exactly where that gate is. If you want I can take you there?" He announced. His voice was slow as if he was thinking carefully of each word that was coming out of his full lips. I nodded energetically at his offer and watched as he placed a bill next to his empty cup before grabbing his bag and hat as he walked off. He had to be about 6'2". His body making the perfect V from his wide shoulders all the way down to his trim waist. He even filled out the back of his pants well with a firm ass. He turned around after a couple of steps and caught me staring at his physique, my mind still having sex on my mind. "Are you coming or what?" he said with a smile, his white teeth flashing. I jogged up to him to catch up and we then started to weave through the large airport side by side. His legs were longer than mine so I had to practically jog to keep up with him. The everyday buzz of the building filled our ears as people chatted and moved throughout the current terminal. "So you're going to Maltiva for vacation too?" I asked after a while. We just turned to face an escalator leading down to a passage between two different buildings. "No, unfortunately, I'm going for work." He said while facing me as we now stood roughly a food between each other. He was standing on the step down from mine as we gilded down the false stairs which made me a little bit taller than him for once. "Oh, what do you do?" I inquired. "I'm a pilot." He said with a slight chuckle. My eyes traveled down to the hat that was in his hand and realized that there was a little plane emblem stuck to the front. It hit me then that this man, who I still didn't know his name, was not a passenger like me but rather he was working for the time we will be up in the air. "You're the one flying the plane?" "Yeah, I am. It's a living." He laughed a deep, hearty tone at this. He placed the hat on top of his mop of curly brown hair to accentuate his point. Before I knew it, both of us stepped off the escalator and started walking with our bags in tow. We stepped on those large treadmill-like platforms so we could speed through the connecting tunnel to emerge in Terminal C. "I bet the views are great, though." I mused to myself as I hurriedly walked along his long legs. I looked up at his face to see him staring down at me with a quizzical look smeared on his face. He must think I'm talking about the tunnel we were in. "Just seeing the endless sky up in the air, I mean." I clarified. "Yeah they're pretty cool." He agreed. An almost winsome smile appeared on his face. "Hey, would you like to come and see them once we're in the skies?" He turned to me, his eyes gleaming roguishly. "Yeah! I would love to. But..." I started. We were already at the other escalator by now, with me stepping on first followed by him pressing on closely behind. I angled my body away from his. He placed his hand on my shoulder, turning me back around so I was again facing him directly. "But what?" he said. "I don't even know your name." Again, he laughed. His face broke out into a wide smile, his head tossed back behind him. "Well that's a problem that's easily fixed. My name is Stephano Aetos. Now, what is yours?" He extended his hand out for a shake which I returned, our hands touching just a bit too long before we let go of each other. I felt a blush come to my cheeks and both my dick and hole twitch at the skin to skin contact. "Archie Johnson." I muttered. "Now we know each other's names. So are you gonna let me show you the skies?" He stepped off the moving steps but instead of walking he just stood off to the side waiting for my response. It was clear he wasn't going to move until I gave him an answer. "Yeah, I think it will be fun." My own lips pulled up to a grin. He started walking again at that with me once again trying to keep up with him but now a blush was falling over my cheeks. "It's gonna be a lot of fun. Plus, the cockpit can always use someone as cute as you?" He winked at me then. Was he flirting with me or was I just imagining it? "You think I'm cute?" I managed to stammer out. "Of course, you're just my type." So it was obviously not me imagining it then. Here was this muscular 6'2 greek god standing before me. A personification of Zeus with the slight greying at his temples and some crows feet showing he laughed often (which already I knew was true). He was one hot daddy, definitely. And he was into my twink self. "How old are you, by the way?" "I'm 18." I spoke truthfully. He stopped and clutched his heart as if wounded. Making an over the top display of his shock about my young age.But as soon as it started he pulled himself together again, laughed at his own joke, and started walking to our gate again. "Oof, so young. You're probably not into a 42 year old like me." "Are you kidding, you're super hot!" I blurted out a bit too loudly. I tried to rectify my embarrassment by saying "I mean, you're just my type as well." "Good. Maybe once we reach cruising I can show you another reason why it's called the cockpit." I felt his hand cup the base of my spine as we continued walking, sending shivers as we moved forward. I knew exactly what he was implying and I was down for it. At this moment there was nothing more that I wanted besides his daddy dick in me. We spent the rest of the time in silence, stealing glances at each other as we hurried through the busy airport. We passed gate after gate until we started to reach the end of the terminal. IIt was there that he pointed out Gate 47, a non-stop flight to Maltiva, which he happened to be just in time to board with the rest of the flight crew. He turned to me one final time before boarding the aircraft and said "See you around, cutie." with a wink and a firm slap on my ass that made my hole start to flutter again before joining his coworkers. I watched him disappear into the door that led to the plane. Imagine all of the fun stuff we're gonna be doing on the plane. It dawned on me then that I should be looking for my family. I scanned over the crowd of passengers to see two people sticking out like a sore thumb. A head taller than the people around them Link and Darrell sat together, looking around, searching for something I could only presume to be me. Link was tapping his foot unconsciously, I could see the blurred motion even at my distance. And my father kept looking down at his phone every couple of seconds for a time check. I ambled over to my brother and father with my belongings dragging behind me. I dodged various travelers like traffic as I advanced towards my destination. Link jumped out of his chair once he saw me. His package flopping with the sudden movement and my father's tense body visibly relaxing as he laid his eyes on me. "You're finally here, I thought you were gonna miss the flight." My dad's gravely baritone said in relief as I sat down next to my brother. "Me too, but thankfully I'm here now." I replied genuinely since time was cutting short. From the time above the flight attendants at the kiosk we were supposed to board in 5 minutes. "Did you get lost?" Link asked, scanning me up and down to make sure I was alright, like he was some human CAT scanner. "I was, but believe it or not, I actually ran into the pilot of the plane. He was nice enough to escort me to the gate." I recounted as I placed my stuff down and let my body collapse into the hard seat behind me. "What a nice fellow." My dad agreed while nodding absentmindedly Before I could get settled in though, the announcement for boarding soon came. Beginning in boarding class one was lucky since we didn't have to wait too long to get onto the plane like others. My father handed me my ticket and boarding pass (the reason why I got lost in the first place) and we all got up as a collective unit. We brought up the rear of a line of about 20, my father leading us through as me and Link walked right behind his impressive frame. I could see people looking and whispering behind closed hands as they saw him. Some even out right pointing at the ex-famous football player. I just rolled my eyes and stood next to my brother "So I found out what was in the gift you put in my luggage." I said under my breath as we slowly moved forward in the line. "Really, bro?" His eyes opened wide in shock. It was clear he wanted to see my reaction as I unboxed it but it was too late now. "Yeah, the TSA agent opened it up." I replied with a scowl. Link burst out in a fit of laughter then. People all around us stared as my brother nearly doubled over from hysterics. My father turned around and was about to remark, but decided to relent and ignore his son. "Oh fuck, bro. That must have been so awkward." He said in between wheezes, slowly getting his voice back. "But it's kinda funny you gotta admit." Actually whipped away a tear at that point from his eye as his giggles subsided. "Shut up, I thought I was gonna get in trouble." I said, trying to come off as serious but I couldn't help but smile at him. "And did you?" He retorted. "Well ... no." "So everything is all good, bro." He slapped my back firmly, letting his hand linger a bit too long if anyone was watching. I quickly looked to see that everyone has returned to their own lives again. My father was at the kiosk now, getting his ticket scanned and walking through the doorway that led to the plane. I then handed my boarding pass and passport to the smiling woman in uniform, a green light emitting as she pressed the paper to the screen to see if it was legitimate. She waved me through and I soon followed my father down the long hallway. Link followed soon after, coming up right behind me and placing his hand on my ass, his lips right into my ear. Before I could protest that we were in public, Link whispered "Since we havent reached the stage of me fucking that tight ass yet, maybe I can watch you fuck yourself on that dildo. But trust me, It doesn't compete to the real thing." I felt my dick start to stiffen at the thought of it, my body getting horny at his words. But I willed it down as I stepped onto the aircraft, only uttering "maybe" as I tried not to get a boner in front of everyone. When we entered the plane the stewardess directed us to the left where the front of the plane was. We started travelling up the aisle, passing rows upon rows of chairs in the large jet. Caught up to my father fairly quickly right as we were entering first class territory. Right as we passed from business into first class we were greeted with a bar and several screwed down chairs encircling it. Further on was the cabins. In the center were cabins that pulled out into beds and on the sides were ones that were simply chairs that extended forward slightly. There was a wide variety of cabin sizes, some from just holding one person, others two and then there were ours off to one side (with an identical one on the opposite side of the first class cabin) that held three people. Our cabin was shaped like an L. Once you entered the door into the closed off cabin there were two chairs on one side and only one that was opposite. Two of those seats had windows since they were right next to the wall. The one chair that was closest to the door and did not have a window was mine. Our group collected at our cabin and started to shuffle inside. Link threw his carry on and mine as well up into the rafters of the plane as my dad did the same with his bag. Link moved in first and took the first of the two seaters next to the window to sit followed by me. I clutched my backpack as I shuffled inside and plopped down on the comfortable seat. The last one to enter was Darrell. But due to his hulking body it was more of a sideways shuffle to fit with his belongings. Since I was sitting by the door I was faced with his body being directly in front of me. Nearly a foot away from my face was his tantalizingly big cotch. I inhaled subconsciously as he passed, thoughts running wild through my head about pulling his dick out there and then and sucking him until he came down my throat. But that was my father, I couldn't do that, especially on a plane. My dad finished shuffling inside our private cabin and plopped down on his lone chair. "Ready for this vacation, sons?" he asked, unbuttoning one more notch on his shirt, letting me see the tops of his hair covered pectorals. "Yeah, I can't wait! All the sun and the sea and the beaches..." Link started to spue energetically as my thoughts wandered to the 14 hour flight ahead of us. Minutes passed by as we chatted about our plans for when we land at night in the tropical destination spot due to the long flight and time changes. But before long we heard the familiar safety speech being replayed to us as we started to taxi to the runway. We moved slowly through the paved roads to our take off lane, guided by people in brightly colored outfits. We turned the final corner to the runway and after a few seconds I started to feel the familiar rumble of the plane as it started to build speed. I clutched onto my armrest as we took off, feeling the seatbelt cling to my body. A wave of panic shot through me that we we're gonna crash but that subsided as we started rocketing through the skies. I looked over my brother's lap to see through his window as we jet through clouds, the world becoming increasingly smaller beneath us. I felt myself relax as I realized that the plane was not gonna crash around us. "You know." My brother murmured into my ear. I was hovering right above his lap as I was looping through his window. "There is just something about flying that gets me so horny," I look down at his lap to see his mammoth of a cock throbbing underneath his thin athletic shorts. I could almost see it twitch in time with his heartbeat. His hand ran up and down his shaft through the pants, outlining it for me to see just how thick he really was. He was practically as thick as a beer bottle. "No, Link. Not in front of Dad." I looked over to see him staring out his own window, luckily a gigantic pair of Bose earphones were planted on his head so he had no idea what we were talking about. But if he looked over in just that moment he would see his son's lips hovering over the clothed cock of his other son. "If you insist, bro. Just know it's always here for you." He said playfully as he pulled his sweatshirt over his lap to hide his throbbing meat. I maneuvered myself so that I was back in my chair, and sighed about the close encounter. Obviously I wanted to suck him off, especially with how horny I was right now, But on a plane? In front of my father? I would have to be desperate to do that. I placed my headphones in my ears and started to shuffle through my music as I tried to pass the time of this 14 hour plane ride quickly. The hours passed by slowly as my dad soon fell asleep and my brother nodded his head to his own music. Tried to read my book that I brought along but every so often Link would poke me with some new thought that popped into his head, making me lose my spot. It was monotonous. It was only an hour (although it seemed like more of that) before the captain's voice came over the intercom. One that sounded very familiar. "Good day passengers, this is your Captain speaking. My name is Stephano Aetos and I am joined by my co-pilots Malik Ibn Khan and Dmitry Vladimirich Popov. We are now reaching our cruising altitude for the rest of the trip and you may now roam about the cabin. It should be smooth sailings for the rest of the flight with just a small amount of turbulence during the middle of the flight. We, from the cockpit here, wish you the best aboard your flight and hope you enjoy your time here with us today." "Oh, and one more thing." the loudspeaker said before cutting off. "Through an, uhhh, random selection one lucky passenger will get a tour of the cockpit if they would like. Today's winner is passenger Archie Johnson. A flight attendant will come to get you in an hour to escort you to the front of the plane." "Dude, that's you!" Link exclaimed at the announcement. "Yeah, I guess I'm going to go see what the pilots see." I bashfully replied. I hope it wasn't clear that I planned to see a lot more than clouds. But the additive of two extra pilots might future my plans to see Stephano's cock. "Make sure you take a bunch of pictures for me!" His face brightened up at that, making him look like a puppy. "Will do," was all I could say to my adorable, himbo older brother. This time the hour went by quickly. I'm not sure if it was because I was excited or nervous but before I knew it a male flight attendant knocked on my cabin door to get me. I unbuckled myself, stood up and grabbed my phone before following the 5'9 guy in front of me. He seemed older than me but still young. Maybe 25 with a shot of ginger hair covering his scalp. He led me through the aisle to the front of the plane (which I was already near in the grand scheme of things) and pointed towards a closed door. "Just go through there and the pilots are waiting to show you all the details of the cockpit." He announced to me before leaving with a wink. Wait did he know that this was all fabricated? I stood motionless just outside the door for a moment, willing my nerves away as I pulled down on the handle and pushed the door open, seeing the three men inside all leering at me. I smiled meekly and stepped inside, letting the door close behind me. "Hi, I'm Archie", I said shyly to the three burling men inside the cockpit, as I heard the door clicking as it closed. Two of the men were seated in front of the control panel of the cockpit, and another one was holding a coffee mug in his big hands as he sat on a seat attached to the right wall of the room, right behind the pilot I know recognized as Stephano. The man with the coffee mug gave me a pearly smile and stood up to greet me, and I was suddenly afraid he was going to bash his head against the ceiling of the plane given how tall he was. He had tan skin the color of dark olives and bright hazel eyes, and his shiny black hair sported an elegant, sharp haircut. He had the biggest, most beautiful eyelashes I had ever seen on a man and was dressed more casually than Stephano and the other pilot, who were wearing their suits and hats, while he had taken off his jacket, his crisp white shirt the only thing covering his big, muscular torso. He had huge, defined pecs that strained against his shirt as if it was about to rip it, and I could clearly see his big, hard nipples pointing at me through the fabric, as if calling me to play. His torso tapped down to a slim waist in a perfect "V" shape, leaving no doubt that this man was ripped as fuck underneath his pilot clothes. He wore dark, navy pants that did nothing to hide his thick, muscular legs and thighs, and the bulge in front of his pants was simply obscene, as if he had stuffed a small pillow inside of his crotch. I gulped when I saw what clearly looked like the shape of a fat, thick cockhead pressing against his trousers, as if he wasn't wearing any underwear underneath his pants to hold off his beast. "Hey there, Archie. I'm captain Malik" he smiled warmly as he took my right hand in his big, warm one and shook it, but didn't let go. "I've heard a lot about you from Stephano here in the few hours since he had the pleasure of meeting you at the airport and helping you get into this flight" he teased, throwing a look at his colleague working the panels. Malik seemed to be the younger of the three, with a youthful face and what appeared to be a smooth body, while Stephano and the other pilot were perfect examples of silver fox daddies in their primes. My hole quivered when Stephano clicked some buttons on the panel that seemed to put the plane on autopilot and turned around to look at me with that same easy smile of his, while the man on his left did the same and started eyeing me hungrily. "Hi, kid, I'm Captain Dmitry. Welcome to the cockpit" he smiled and put a noticeable emphasis on the "cock" part of the word cockpit, which gave me a small shiver. Captain Dmitry had some grey streaks on his sexy chocolate brown hair, and his eyes were of an icy, blue grey color. He had a perfectly symmetrical face and blood red lips that looked perfect for kissing. He was as big and muscular as Stephano and Malik, although in a more compact way, since I could tell he was shorter than they were, but even so I had no doubt this man could effortlessly hold me against the wall and ravish my young, lithe body. I suddenly didn't know where to look with these three incredible men right in front of me. Since Malik was the one closest to me, I decided to start making small talk with him. He was still holding my hand on his own, and the warmth of his big, smooth fingers was making me feel good and safe with him. He started caressing my hand as he looked down at me expectantly. "Thank you for letting me see where the magic happens. I have never been inside a cockpit before but it is certainly meeting my expectations. If you need any help navigating, I am afraid you're shit out of luck. As Stephano can tell you I have a terrible sense for direction." I chuckled. "I think we got everything covered here but thank you for the offer. Besides, Pilot Aetos here told us to show you around the place. We sure do hope you like cock... I mean, like the cockpit" Malik's smile was large on his face as he rushed his last statement. He talked so fast that I wasn't sure if he said what I think he said or if I just misheard it. Maybe the elevation is making me confused, I guess. "Nice to see you again, Archie! Come here, let us show you how the control panel works. You said you've never done this before, right? Maybe if we do this right you can discover a new professional path for you after you finish school" said Stephano as he waved me in his direction. Malik finally let go of my hand as I was preparing to walk up to Stephano, when a surprise shake of the plane took me out of my balance while my right leg was midair, and I couldn't help but trip and fall like a lame kid right there in front of them. The same moment the turbulence happened I saw with the side of my vision that both Stephano and Dmitry quickly turned their seats around and started pressing buttons in the control panel in quick session. I heard Dmitry say "Stephano, take control", and then both of them started a quick, technical discussion I couldn't understand. But my mind rapidly forgot anything else as my forehead bumped into what appeared to be a brick wall as I fell, my hands trying to grab the first thing in front of me so I would fall face down on the floor. Both of my hands grabbed onto some suspended piece of fabric and my whole face pressed against soft cloth, and instantly the smell took over me and I felt dizzy and lightheaded. In my disastrous fall, I had tripped right in front of Captain Malik, so I grabbed the first thing my hands came in contact with, which seemed to be his pants' belt at both sides of his slim torso. With the force of my falling I felt his pants lowering a little bit but his belt held strong; the brick wall I slammed my forehead into was his ripped, steel like navel at the base of his abs, and the soft cloth in front of my face was of his crotch pressing insistently against me. In my clumsiness, I landed face down on captain's Malik bulging, stuffed crotch, and I could feel with both my lips, cheeks and nose the protuberance of a very thick, very long cock on the other side of the fabric. The smell of his crotch was clean and manly, a mixture of man musk and soft, crispy washing powder, and the end result was inebriating, to say the least. As soon as my face pressed fully against his crotch I could feel his fat cock starting to pulse against my face as well, as if I was the magnet and his dick was the metal, and I lost my senses when his sexy smell floated to my brain and turned it to mush. I'm embarrassed to say that I lost all of my senses at the moment and the only thing I could think of was to get more of the smell, more of that warm feeling of something big and soft pressing against my face, something that was growing against me, so I instinctively pushed my face harder against captain's Malik voluminous crotch and started to twist my face all over his big dick, wanting to feel the whole length of his thick shaft pressing against my face and not wanting to stop smelling his incredible musk. With my hands grabbing his belt I pushed his body forward a little bit which made his hardening cock smash completely against my face, and my open mouth catched the big head of his fat cock perfectly. Like a zombie, I mouthed his cockhead and felt the ridges of it through his pants, now tasting a little bit of the precum that was rapidly wetting the front of his crotch. As I tasted it, I suddenly remembered where I was and what was going on, which startled me immediately. I distanced my face from the pilot's crotch as I looked up to take a scared look at him. The vision almost made my knees tremble, as Malik looked down on me with wide, lusty eyes, gasping a little. When I pushed his pants down a little one of the bottom's of his tight white shirt opened involuntarily, so I had a peak of a set of bronze washboard abs that expanded and retracted as he breathed kind of heavily. His crotch was now fully tented, the outline of a huge, thick cock obscenely visible, and it was right there at my mouth level. I could be certain now that Malik had dismissed wearing any underwear that day, just as I did, and his erection visibly pulsed and jumped as I looked at it again. For a second I didn't know what to do and just stood there, eyeing his huge, hard cock admiringly, as he too gave hungry stares to my face and lips, but I then quickly came to my senses and took my hands out of his belt and stood up, turning my eyes off him in an embarrassed way as I apologized for being so clumsy. "Don't worry, Archie, it was just a little bit of turbulence, it happens. It's hard to stay up when things shake up like that" he eyed me with a small smile on his lips, but his eyes held something else too, like he too couldn't believe what just happened, or better yet, couldn't believe I would hump my face against his big dick like a slut the way I did. I sighed and gave a small smile back to him. God, why do these things always happen to me? And why do all these men have to be so sexy and... hung? "Everything okay back there, Archie?" Stephano asked as he turned his head around to take a look at us. "Turbulence is over now, you can come here" he said, pointing to the space between his seat and Dmitry's. "Yeah, I just tripped, but Captain Malik saved the day. Thanks" I said as I went up to Stephano. I looked curiously at the control panel and started asking them questions about the buttons, wanting to know which one did what. Behind me, I could feel captain Malik's warm, muscular body almost pressing against my back. He took one big, gentle hand and put it on the small of my back, dangerously close to my plump, smooth ass, and gave it a few squeezes as to remind me he was still back here to help me if I fell again. Captain Malik was such a nice man, I thought. After the three of them gave me a few lessons on how the control panel worked, and eased my worries about safety, explaining that modern airplanes practically flew themselves already with auto-pilot and all, I changed my attention to the big set of widows in front of me, showing the bright, blue sky and a myriad of clouds ahead, around and beneath us. I asked them with my voice dripping with sarcasm if they ever saw any UFOs up there while traveling at night, and they all laughed and told me no, but they all started telling tales and stories of other pilots that had seen strange sightings in the night skies, during full moons and starless evenings. I was basking in the attention these three accomplished and sexy grown men were giving me, and was genuinely having fun in the cockpit. But what made my day was when Stephano asked, sweetly, "Hey buddy, do you wanna sit on my lap and take control of this with me? I'll take your hands in mine and guide you step by step, don't worry. Come see what being a pilot really looks like". My face couldn't contain my glee and my excitement, and it took me seconds to jump down on Stephano's crotch. The man seemed to be made out of concrete thighs and a hard brick-like torso, his pecs and abs pressing against my back as I squirmed around and up and down on his lap to get into a comfortable position. It took me some time of jumping my big ass up and down on his crotch and just rotating my hips and pushing my bubble back back against him to find the perfect position, as I pressed my back fully against his muscular torso and felt his hard, pointy nipples against me. Stephano rested his chin on my shoulders and took my hands in his so he could tell me which controls to hold on and which buttons to press, his breath hot and sweet on my ear and his lips lightly grazing my ear lobe from time to time as he whispered commands to me. I was starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy again just like I did with Malik before, this felt so good, him holding me close like that and telling me what to do so softly right into my ear that I'm certain I was obeying automatically anything he said. In between his technical explanations he said things like "Now push your ass harder against me so you can feel the pressure of this turn on the control" or "Squeeze your hips like that, yes, that's the right rotation of your thighs, doesn't it feel more comfortable like that?" I did everything he said without a question. As I was maneuvering the plane with Stephano's hands and words guiding me, I realized my hips and ass never stopped their motions on his lap, and I was just seriously jumping up and down on his crotch non stop, like an anxious child waiting for a treat. As I jumped up and down I started to feel that the big lump in Stephano's crotch was hardening and growing just like Malik's did a few minutes before, but I continued my antics, to excited by piloting the plane to stop it or to actually paying attention to what I was actually doing, which was humping my ass against Stephano's hard cock. It felt warm and heavy, and at least equally impressive as Malik. Stephano's long, thick shaft was positioned right against the crack of my ass, which was hugging it just like a bun hugs a sausage, and my continuing movements just seemed to make it harder and bigger by the moment. Soon I was jumping and rotating my ass against his huge cock in rhythmic, instinctive movements as Stepahno kept helping me pilot the plane and talked to me like nothing wrong was going on, and he started doing his own humping motions against my ass. Sometimes I felt him pressing the fat head of his long dick right where my hole was, now quivering and pulsing with want, crazy to be stretched by the mammoth cock making fucking motions against it. Soon enough both me and Stephano were groaning and moaning as we talked about piloting the plane as our hump fucking escalated more and more. I didn't even care to look around to see what the other two pilots were doing at that moment or even if they were looking at us at all, cause the only thing I could think about was Stephano's marvelous body as he held me close and pounded his massive cock against my clothed ass. We were suddenly taken out of our reverie when both Malik and Dmitry spoke some technical term to Stephano, who immediately assumed his professional stance once more and stopped the humping against my ass, and started to click, twist and press on a lot of buttons in the control panel. Despite everything he taught me during our sex crazed hump session, I couldn't remember a single thing. The only thing in my mind was the pleasure he was giving me, so despite him stopping his motions, I continued to press my ass insistently against his hard cock. I could feel that the front of his pants and the back of my shorts were now damp from all the precum dripping from his dick. He groaned softly in my ear whenever I pushed back against his massive cock. "Archie, baby, here, do you wanna press this button for me? This will help prepare the plane for the short curve we are going to take" he whispered in my ear as he pointed at a green button high up on the control panel. "Hum? Oh, yeah, okay Stephano, I got it" I answered dumbly, still dizzy from all the crazy sexual hormones going through my body. At this point my hole was quivering and pulsing non stop, like the mouth of a baby bird who keeps asking for food. It was as if my own teenage hole had a deep, never ending hunger that would only be satisfied if I was stretched and pounded by a cock at least as big as Stephano's. Due to my short stature, I had to actually stand up in between Stephano's legs and lean up and down in front of him to reach the button, which I kept pressed as per his instructions as captain Dmitry started taking the plane into a curve to the right. Doing that put my plump bubble but right in front of Stephano's face, so close that I could actually feel the puffs of his breath against my barely covered ass. The fabric of my shorts suddenly felt extremely thin and I knew I was giving Stephano and Malik behind him an extremely obscene view of my rump. I could feel the fabric of the shorts stretching against my big ass and I could only imagine how the fabric must be clinging to every curve of my ass, which actually jiggled a little bit as the plane was mid-curve. Stephano's seemed to be breathing right up against my asscrack at this point (which was, if you remember, very damp due to his incredible amounts of precum) and I distinctly felt what seemed to be the tip of his nose as it made contact with the top of my asscrack, as he took a big sniff right against my barely clothed bubble butt. As he did it, Dmitry finally finished taking the plane into the curve and it now seemed to be flying straight ahead again. Then I felt Stephano's hairy arms enveloping my torso again as he pushed me back against his still hard cock. I couldn't help but moan loudly at this. "Fuck, this is too much!" I heard captain Dmitry say on my right. Taking a look at him, my eyes almost bugged out of my head when I noticed the thick, eight and a half inch cock staring right into my face from the fly of his pants! When did Captain Dmitry take that monster out of its cage? Was his cock out the whole time he was piloting the plane during the curve? I could clearly see a big, pearly drop of precum sitting on the tip of his dick, as if waiting for someone to just sip it. He had his right hand wrapped around the base of his thick, veiny cock and he was eyeing me lustfully and licking his lips. He gave me a wink and said "Now, kid, are you ready to really meet the real cockpit?" That was too much for me. After being teased and humped and touched and desired by those 3 sex gods disguised as men I couldn't take it anymore, and my mind was fully lost in a sharp, pink haze of sex and want. I immediately dropped to my knees in front of captain Dmitry and he immediately opened up his legs for me, taking his hand out of his impressive cock and letting me have it. It towered over me, pulsing with want, as I pushed my head against his shaft and started taking kitten licks from the thick base all the way to his uncut head, where I quickly slurped the big, precum drop that formed there. He tasted delicious, like a man should, all musk and spice and leather and soap. His cock was quickly wet and coated with my saliva as I licked all over his length and head like a popsicle. I got obsessed looking at his fat cockhead, seeing it was as cherry red as his lips; the color was beautiful, alive and pulsing. Opening my mouth, I took his entire cockhead inside and started sucking on it like a vacuum. "Fuck, that's exactly what I needed! Go for it, boy, work my cock. Show me the little whore inside you" he said in between moans. As I started pushing more and more of Dmitry's huge cock inside my mouth, slowly stretching it to accommodate his beast, I felt a big hairy hand slapping my still covered ass, and I felt the motions of Stephano's big, burly body dropping from his seat to get on his knees behind me. He quickly shoved my pants down and exposed my teen bubble butt to the chilly air of the cabin, and his two big hands took hold of my ample, smooth asscheeks. "Fuck, fuck, look at this ass Malik, look at it", to which Malik answered, voice dripping with lust, "I can't remember seeing an ass as fuckable as this one, man. I'm going to owe you forever for finding this slutty twink". Stephano's hands worked all over my ass as I slurped up and down on Dmitry's cock, who was spewing dirty talk as you wouldn't believe. He thrusted his big dick incessantly inside my mouth as I too bobbed up and down on his member, making me gag a bit me, but that only seemed to make him hornier. My mouth was dripping so much saliva his whole crotch was as wet as it could be, as I slurped and sucked on his cock. I loved the thickness and how veiny it was, and the way it was stretching my mouth was giving me the relief I was so desperately in need of. Stephano started to spread my cheeks to expose my tight, pink hole to the air, and both he and Malik couldn't hold themselves back as they commented on it: "Look at that fucking cunt!", "That's the best boy pussy I have ever seen in my life, Aetos" "Fuck, it looks like it needs a good fucking...". I suddenly screamed as I felt Stephano's perfect daddy face pressed against the crack of my ass, his thick tongue taking a broad lick from my taint to my hole. When he reached my rosebud, he started stabbing it like a madman with his tongue, taking little breaks to spit on my hole and get me even more wet. As he ate my tight hole to oblivion, I was muffling screams against Dmitry's big dick, which made the hot Russian pilot crazy. He took my face in both hands and tilted his hips so he could fuck my face even harder than before, calling me a little cocksucking slut, a twink whore, as I was skullfucked like never before in my short, young life. After two minutes of his rough pounding against my mouth, he muffled a scream (I bet he remembered he was inside a plane crowded with passengers ten thousand feet above ground) as he came a gallon of cum inside my throat. He held my face as he came making me swallow every drop of his thick, juicy cum, which was spewing in such large quantities from his blood-red cockhead that it was flowing out of my lips and coating my whole chin and neck with cum. After he finished, he took his semi hard dick out of my lips and slapped my face with it a little, and in my daze I licked his cock clean. He smiled at me as he said "Thanks Archie, you're such a hot fuck, kid". I didn't have much time to answer, because as Stephano was still eating my tiny little pussy with gusto, I saw a brown, thick veiny monster of a cock coming for my face, as captain Malik, who had taken off his pants and opened up his shirt while I was getting face fucked, had kneeled in front of my face, getting ready for my pink lips to work on his huge cock next. What I had only felt minutes before against my face was now revealed in all of his glory. Captain Malik's nudity was a striking sight in and of itself, as the men had a perfect muscular body underneath his clothes, just as hinted before. He has big, toned pecs with large brown nipples, and eight-pack abs so hard and proportionate it made me swoon. His brown skin and a beautiful all over tan like he loved to be out in the sun, suggesting a sporty and athletic lifestyle. His skin was smooth and his face, young and fresh, but his cock was the thing that took my whole attention at that moment, since it was now slapping against my face. He had a massive, nine inch cock, bigger and thicker than Dmitry's by just a little, but so impressive it made me a little afraid to take him inside. As he slapped my face with his huge cock and humped his balls against my lips, I could now smell and taste for good what I had only had a tease of before. "Yeah, Archie, that's what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted my big cock against your face like this, inside your mouth, pushing inside those slutty lips of yours when you fell right on top of my cock. Made me crazy when you started nuzzling your face against my dick like that, wanted to just pick you up and give you a sore throat from how much I would fuck your mouth. You're such a little slut, can't live without a big cock in your mouth, can you? Tell me!" "Yeah, I'm such a little slut... can't live without cock, give me your cock..." I mumbled in my constant state of horniness and dizziness. I wanted captain Malik to destroy my mouth with his giant cock. "What's that, slut? Do you want my cock? You love cock, don't you?" He hissed. "Yeah, I love cock... and yours is so big... I couldn't believe when I crashed my face against your crotch... couldn't believe you had such a nice, big dick... your bulge got me so curious... wanted to suck it" I mumbled as he dick kept slapping against my whole face and lips. "Oh yeah? So now take it, bitch, take my fucking cock down your slutty throat!" And then he shoved his thick, nine inch dick in between my lips. I was expecting it, so I didn't gag; God, I was begging for it, so I did my best to open my mouth to the fullest and let Malik use my teenage mouth as his personal pussy. He was so good in what he was doing, cause he not only fucked by mouth back and forth but he also rotated and pressed his huge cock against every corner of my mouth, wanting to stretch all of it to its maximum and make me feel every inch of his member in every corner and spot there was inside my mouth. I felt my nose and lips pressing against his trimmed pubes as I finally deepthroated him, which made Malik let out a huge moan. He then began tilting his hips faster and harder against my mouth, taking complete control of the blowjob. As he fucked my mouth over and over again like the fucking stud he was, I heard him asking "Hey, Aetos, how does that sweet, teen pussy tates?" "Tastes good enough to fuck." Stephano took a small break from wrecking my tiny hole to respond. He then said in between licks, "That's the sweetest, juiciest pussy I had ever plunged my mouth into, Malik. Fuck, if I had met this twinky angel during my college days I would eat this cunt all the time, wouldn't let him off my cock". He then came back to eating my hole as thoroughly as he could. I was getting crazy how horny my hole was at this point. After eating me out for a while, which had the effect of making my eyes roll inside my skull and my tongue to do crazy, uncontrollable motions on Malik's big dick as I was deepthroating him, Stephano took his daddy face out of my asscrack and took his sweet time taking off his clothes. My hole was pulsing uncontrollably now, exposed to the chilly air of the cockpit and begging for a deep, hard fuck as I remained on all fours bobbing up and down on Malik's dick. From the side of my vision I could see Stephano disrobing and revealing his ripped, masculine body, covered in trimmed, soft hairs that looked so enticing to the touch. His musculature was as toned and defined as Malik's, although he seemed to have more muscular mass than the Arab pilot. The sight of Stephano's huge muscular arms and of a massive, olive colored cock that was as big and thick as Malik's beast made me let out a high whimper from my mouth, which was still stuffed to the limit with a thick cock. "What, Archie, did you just moan for my cock? Do you want it that bad, baby boy?" Stephano teased me as he went down on his knees right next to Malik. "Humpf, hum... rum..." I tried to speak out but I just gagged, cause I was about to take Malik's huge member out of my mouth to answer he just grabbed my head and pushed it all the way back till my lips were feeling the base of his crotch and I could feel his fat cockhead spearing the deepest part of my throat. "No, no little slut, good cocksuckers only speak with their mouths full of cock" Malik said, and then started thrusting his fat dick inside and out of my mouth, essentially fucking my face. "What is that, Archie?" Stephano teased again, and by now he was holding his big cock so close to my face I could smell him and feel the warmth of it. I tried to speak again but I kept getting deterred from Malik fucking my mouth over and over again, which led to me only letting out unrecognizable moans and groans. He was spewing constant dirty talk about how good it was when I tried to talk with my mouth full of dick, how the movements of my tongue felt great against his shaft. Then, he took his dick out of my mouth suddenly, just so Stephano could plunge his thick nine inch monster all the way down my throat. "It's okay, Archie, you can say whenever you want with your lips around my cock. I know you wanted it ever since you first laid eyes on me in that bar, isn't that right? I could tell right way you wouldn't last this day without having me fucking your mouth and cumming all over your face. You're such a little slut, it's obvious you live for cock. You were made for fucking kid" he groaned as I was now pierced over and over by his thick monstrosity. I loved the texture of Stephano's dick, as it was less veiny than the others, the skin smoother and softer. He had an aphrodisiac taste and smell that I just couldn't get enough of, and he had a cut cockhead, so I enjoyed closing my lips and tongues against it to suck all of it in my mouth in between thrusts of his cock. He stopped after a while just to see me immediately take control of the blowjob as I started to bob my head up and down on his big cock on my own. I felt like I was in a frenzy for big, daddy cock, and nothing would stop me until I drained these sexy men dry. Fuck, what a great way to start a vacation! My throat was already sore by this point, but I didn't stop pushing and pushing Stephano's huge cock as deep as I could inside my throat. Soon enough Malik's own horniness couldn't wait anymore so I was getting double stuffed by both studs, bobbing my head up and down on Stepahno's cock just to be taken over by Malik who would then skullfuck my face with so much strength and stamina I thought I would pass out from pleasure. I was loving being used like that, like a pussy for men to fuck and cum into, and in some way that was turning out to be exactly what my twinkish, teenage body needed to relieve me of my own lust. After passing me around from one to the other for several minutes, I could tell that both men were close to orgasm, and then I heard them talking to each other about something I couldn't understand at the moment. Then, as both men gave some final, hard thrusts against my mouth one after the other, both pilots took their huge cocks in their hands and started jerking off right in front of my face, and a few seconds later I was getting covered in thick, pearly daddy cum. The streams of seed dropped on my hair, forehead, eyes, nose and lips, immediately starting to drip to my chin, neck and torso; I was crazily trying to catch all the jets of cum inside my mouth so I could drink both these mens essences. After finishing coming, I took both of their sensitive cock heads inside my mouth to clean it from any leftover cum, relishing in the taste of them. After we were done, I discovered to my great surprise that I had cum a lot myself inside my shorts when Stephano was eating my teen pussy out, and the front of the shorts was absolutely wet with cum. Stephano and Malik helped me get up and grabbed some tissues, and then both men started to sweetly catch all of the cum they had dropped in my face and body and started to feed it to me, which I loved. I was so happy to be in the arms of those sexy, kind men that so generously cared for me after our sexcapade, and they were now giving me compliments for being such a good, obedient boy, so beautiful and loving to them. After they finished cleaning me, both Malik and Stephano hugged me close for a while in their muscular arms and gave me a few kisses, and even Dmitry, who was busy flying the plane through the whole thing after he was done cumming inside my mouth, stood up to hug me and give me a kiss on the cheek. He said I smelled delicious, like sex and vanilla, and we all laughed at what we had all so careless done inside the cockpit. They sent me away to my seat with all their phone numbers in my contact list and a few nude pictures they had of their big, hard cocks for me to enjoy on the trip and remember them. I promised to also send them some good pics of my tight, pink hole as soon as we landed on the Maltivas, and both Stephano and Malik whispered in my ear they would love to see me again when I was back in the States. Wow, I didn't even start my vacation yet and I already have the numbers of not one but four hunky guys who all want to fuck me. That has to be a good signal, I think. I left the cockpit, dazed, still a bit shocked that I just sucked off the three pilots. My hole was buzzing. Twice today I was now fingered to near completed yet denied the orgasm I so desperately wanted. The flight attendant that earlier escorted me to the front of the plane winked at me as I stumbled passed. Did he know what just happened there? Did he knowingly lead me like a lamb to the hungry, lusty wolves? I continued past and ignored the thoughts that were creeping into my mind. He couldn't have. It was just mine and the three pilot's secrets. I walked down the aisle, passing all of the closed first class cabins, some muffled snoring to be heard from some since the lights were dimmed all throughout the cabin. I made my way to my own cabin, opened the door and was met with Link's smiling face. He grinned at me as his earphones nestled in the side of his head, playing some music, his head nodded in tempo to the unknown music. Dad was slumped in his seat, his head resting against the side of the plane, his mouth slightly agape. Since I was gone he shucked his blazer off of his torso and layed it over his lap like a blanked; another of the buttons on his shirt was undone, revealing the cleft between two sizable pecs. "How was the cockpit, bro?" Link questioned eagerly, his eyes were wide with excitement and I couldn't help smiling as well when his face was looking so adorable. His deep tank top was askew at this point. The flimsy scrap of fabric was covering nothing now. Both of his pecs were on full display, large and puffed up each with a quarter size, dusty rose colored nipple on top of them. They were slightly hard from the cool temperature of the airplane yet a trickle of sweat seemed to be sliding down his own smooth mounds. I could see his abs bunched up even, just the top of them from my position looking down at him and his skimpy polyester loose athletic shorts were riding up in a way that made them more resemble briefs. His muscular thighs were completely on display. Corded muscles covered an even smattering of brown hair to his mid thigh where the rest was covered by Adidas socks over his large feet. "True to its word." I replied, which made him scrunch up his face trying to decipher my answer. I chuckled slightly "It was really cool, Link. I took pictures for you." I plopped back down into my seat next to Link and leaned over so that my shoulder was touching his arm as I scrolled through my phone. "See? Isn't it beautiful?" I opened up my photos app and showed him the picture of the sun rising, reflecting lights across the cloud to make an angelic landscape. I swiped the photo to the left to show him more of these images. Endless clouds below the play to make a stretch of white fluffy pillows. My brother lifted the phone out of my hands as he swiped through the pictures. He stared transfixed at the screen, wanting to see more and more of the beautiful ethereal vistas. Then I heard him sharply inhale. I looked over at the screen of my phone to see that it was not a photo of a cloud but rather a photo of me sucking Stephano the Pilot's dick, each of my hands filled with Malik's and Dmitry's respectfully. My face was plastered with all three of their cum, my eyes closed as I ravenously sucked Stephano's dick, trying to swallow whatever remnants of semen that was left. I totally forgot that I let Stephano take photos for me to remember our time together. I stared in apprehension at my brother, trying to gage his reaction while his eyes were glued to the lewd image in front of him, his mouth hanging ajar. "Is-is this you?" he said, after seemingly minutes of silence, his eyes locking directly with mine. "Yeah." I uttered sheepishly, shrinking back into my airplane seat. His eyes turned back to my phone which he was still holding in his hands. I told him earlier today I wanted to take things slow between us since I was still battling my morals with our budding relationship. And then he sees photos of me covered in strangers cum, sucking off three dicks. I could tell he was going to be upset, but would he loudly cry here on the plane or start yelling at me about how I was two-face lying hoe? "Bro." he whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear. "These photos are fucking hot, man." I turned to look at him to see his face had broken out into a wide grin, his eyes sparklingly as his hand started to slowly rub over his crotch. "You're not mad?" I tentatively asked "Mad? Hell no, bro. I'm proud that my lil bro sucked off these three big dicks. I didn't know you were such a slut. I didn't know you had it in you." He replied. He quickly looked around our private cabin to make sure our dad was still asleep before gripping his own growing cock through his thin shorts. My eyes were transfixed on his growing bulge which made my own, still super-charged, hole tremble. Before I even realized what I was saying, I blurted, "Want to recreate those photos?" An odd look came over Link's face which showcased his inner turmoil. One one hand he really wanted to skull fuck me, which was evident by his now raging boner which slipped through the bottom leg of his shorts. The throbbing pillar of 11 and half inches of thick cock pulsed before me, sticking straight up into the air as a single drop of precum slid down the side of his impossibly long shaft. But he didn't move a muscle. His face contorted into a pretzel as he tried to make his dick soft again. I knew what this was about. I told her earlier today I wanted to take things slow and I wasn't ready for this step. And he was trying his best to respect my wishes. "It's okay, Link. I want this". I slowly inched my hand closer to his crotch as I slid off my airplane seat to kneel down in front of him. I gripped the monster in front of me, my hand not even able to fully wrap around it, and simply stared in amazement as I watched it flex before me. Just from my hand on him, his breathing was already labored. He was straining to not take charge and let me go at my own pace. His dick was truly amazing. A pillar of white, rock hard flesh that rivaled columns of Ancient Greece. His dick was flushed with the influx of blood to his member. Link's hands were gripped tightly onto the armrests on either side of him, his knuckles turning pale. His eyes pierced down at me, his breath held, wondering what I was gonna do next. I grabbed the dick with both of my hands then and started to jerk it up and down. My grip was tight but not painful as I slid my hands over the skin. I soon spat on both of my hands twice before gripping the cock once more. Slathering that beast with my saliva for a smother handjob. Link kept on letting out moans with each stroke that rubbed over his cockhead, his face a mix of pleasure and pure disbelievement that I was jerking him off. I had to turn around often to check that our dad was still quietly asleep mere feets away from us. I started to pick up the speed. Link let loose a louder moan. I pressed my lips to his and making out with him for a minute, our lips collading and tongues swapping. "I'm sorry, I'll be quieter." he whispered back at me once I pulled away from his lips. "Just please keep jacking my cock off, Archie." I smiled mischievously at him and slid back down to the floor to resume masterbating my brother's cock. But just jacking him off wasn't enough. I was still left incredibly honry by the TSA Agent and the Three daddy pilots on this plane. I wanted to do more than just give him a handjob. I stretched open my jaw as wide as it could and plunged my mouth down on his coke-can thick dick which resulted in him huffing out an "oh, fuck, Archie." I lowered my mouth as far as I could go on his shaft, about 6 inches and then dragged my lips back up again, trailing my tongue around his head making his eyes roll into the back of his head. Over and over again I plunged down on his mammoth fuckstick, getting slightly deeper each time as I fucked myself on his rod until I couldn't handle any more at the 9 inch mark. Just two and a half inches away from the base. With a loud gasp I pulled my head back up from his crotch, heaving for air. I looked up into my brother's eyes once more, the eyes we shared, which were filled with awe. The man always protected me, always loved me no matter what bitchy things I said or did. Yeah he fucked all of my boyfriends and caused pain between us but I understand why now. He did it because it was the only way for him to say that they weren't good enough for me, and that he wanted to be my boyfriend instead. I don't know about boyfriends just yet but I do care about him as well. And I want to give him the best blowjob he has ever received. "You can take some pics of this if you want as well, bro." I wheezed, still catching my breath. Link fumbled for his phone, hastily unlocking it and going into the camera app as I slid back down his shaft, deepthroating as much as I could with renewed vigour. I felt the anaconda snake down my throat, stretching my mouth to the widest it has ever been, I pumped the cock in and out of my mouth, licking and slurping as much as I could. I was desperate. I wanted the entire thing down my throat, but I was still getting stuck at the last two and a half inches. By now Link was energetically participating, humping his hips upward to meet my face as he took pics and videos with my phone, mumbling about how much of a slut I am. My hole pulsed at every sexy phrase, practically twitching when he called me a cum dump. Suddenly an Idea came to me. I pulled myself off of the mammoth schlong once again and started to search for my carry on in the cabin. I pulled it out of the overhead compartment and started to rummaging inside for my new dildo and lube that Link gifted me. After a couple of seconds of searching I grabbed the items and went back over to Link who was staring at me perplexedly. His eyes widened once he saw the sex toy in my hand and his jaw dropped as I turned around and lowered my pants exposing my pale globes and twitching pink hole to him. His hand instantly gripped both cheeks, kneading them as I uncapped the lube bottle and drizzled it over the dildo. Before Link could do more I brought the 9 inch long toy and shoved it half way inside of me (thankfully i've been working thoroughly over it with two different men today.) I stared back at him as I slowly started to work more of the pinkish flesh toned object inside of me, pushing in more and more into me at the base and softly groaning at the fullness. "Fuck, bro," Link huskily exclaimed, "your pussy looks so hot wrapped around that toy." spurred on, I slowly started to pull the dildo back out of my ass until only three inches remained in me before slamming it back into my hole. For which Link's cock, which I was jerking off with my other hand, twitched and belched out another shot of precum. I rearranged my position so I was back on the floor in between my brother's thighs. The base of the dildo was positioned against the floor as I sat all the way down on it. My hole spasmed and flexed around it as I saw stars before me. It was just what my sensitive tunnel needed. I bounced once, gasping audibly at how deep the dildo could go in me as another wave of pleasure radiated through my body from my prostate. I quickly let my brother's gigantic meat enter my mouth again. With every bounce on my dildo I bopped back down onto his cock. Letting it sink deeper in me. I was a man possessed. I craved the dick in me and wanted more from the toy in my hole. Faster and faster I plunged my head down on his pipe. My jaw was hurting, my body was cramping from the position and I was running out of breath but I didn't care. "I'm sorry, bro. I just can't hold back any more." I heard from above when suddenly two big hands gripped either side of my head and slammed down hard into Link's crotch. So hard that the finally two and a half inches popped past whatever barrier and carved out my throat. I felt my nose mash into my brother's trimmed pubes as my lips kissed the junction when dick turned into pelvis. My eyes started watering and my gag reflex was finally coming back as my brother held me in place, a deep satisfied moan coming from his diaphragm. After what seemed like minutes he started to lift me back up again so I could finally get air. Tears were streaming down my face as I gulped down air and sat back down fully on the toy inside of me, which made me gasp in another way entirely. But before I could get fully prepared, Link pulled me back down all the way, roughly. Giving me an onslaught of cock. Back and forth I was fucked from both sides. Spitroasted by my brother and a sex toy. I soon gave up resisting in any part and let my mouth go slack for which Link sped up the pace. Over and over again he pulled my face directly into his crotch, destroying my gag reflex until I felt nothing but pleasure through my body. "I'm getting close, bro." he huffed. His grip on my head tightened as he fucked my face like a jackhammer, his big balls slapping against my chin. My hole pulsed around the plastic cock deep inside of me and I could feel my own cock, which has been neglected the entire time, hard and raging start to tingle in a familiar sense. I was gonna come hands free. Finally. He sped up to nearly impossible speeds, shoving his fat dick deep inside my throat over and over again until finally it paused, grew in size, and started to cum, harked by a primal growl from Link. The first volley of cum was shot directly down my esophagus. But for the second one he pulled out until just the head remained in my mouth. The singular shot filled my mouth up to the brim as I struggled to swallow it down, my throat unable to function after the willing assault I just received. As more shots filled my mouth, cum oozed out of the sides of my lips and trickled down my chin. It was the fifth shot then he pulled out and fired all over my face, a line of cum that marked me as his slut that ranged from my ashen hair to my left dimple. The 6th, 7th, and 8th shots smeared my face, coating my forehead, my cheek, and even my eye which made me close it to not get semen in my cornea. But it was the 9th shot that sent me to my own orgasm. I was finally able to gulp down the left over cum into my body and opened my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out for more. The 9th shot rocked down from his engorged cockhead and landed directly onto my tongue, letting me taste the salty yet sweet load of the man who shared my own DNA. That is what did it for me. My eyes rolled back into my head as I sat down fully on the 9 inch sex toy and started to cum. Ropes shot out of my circumcised cock, covering the carpet and lower part of Link's chair. I lost count of how many more jets of seme emerged from either of us. Euphoria washed over me as I felt my body tense up and quake from the sheer magnitude of pleasure. My body short circuited, unable to process my belongings and my prostate singed and shoved out more cum from my body. Minutes passed, actually minutes this time before I finally slumped over and joined the land of the living again, my body relaxed and calm, ready for a nap. I then realized where I was. I was on a plane, covered in cum, my pants crumpled up and on my chair and dildo popping out of my ass. A puddle of cum formed in front of me, getting absorbed by the carpet. I yanked the toy out of me, glad that I had indeed douched this morning. I looked up from my spot to see Link staring down at me, a lazy grin covering his face as his own eyes looked heavy. My phone was once again in his hands as he took pics of my cum-covered face. My own smile forming on my face playfully. Link tossed my phone onto my own seat and pulled me off of the floor to kiss me or tongue slowly waltzing. Our lips meeting like two blushing pilgrims. "That." he mused, breaking our kiss, "was the best orgasm I've ever had." "Really?" I inquired "Really, bro." He replied, giving me a quick peck on my lips. "Now lets clean you up before dad wakes up." It dawned on me then that if our Dad woke up at that moment he would see me without pants or underwear, sitting on my brother's lap, mooning him, my usually tight pink hole winking directly at him from being stretched out by the dildo. I jumped off of Link and yanked on my pair of joggers, and sat down on my own seat. Link grabbed the abundance of napkins the flirtatious stewardess gave us earlier when handing us our drinks and started to scrap the cum off of my face until I was presentable. He tossed the rest of the napkins on the floor right in front of him to soak up the puddle of cum I made. And finally after he then collected all of the soiled napkins and placed them in a trash bag to be disposed of later he regretfully tucked back in his now soft (yet still had to be 8 inches long) cock back into his pants. It was like nothing had happened, almost. We were both tired from the blowjob I gave him. I rested my head on his muscular shoulder and closed my eyes. It was wrong, I knew it was. I sucked my brother off and right now I should be regretting it. But strangely I didn't. And I think that scared me. I should be upset right now that I sucked off a guy who shared my own DNA but strangely I felt nothing. Maybe it was because I was horny for practically the entire day but for the first time I felt no hang ups about what I did. And I wanted to do more. I nestled my head further into the crook of Link's neck, which he in turn rested his head on mine. I fell slowly into a comfortable sleep that a powerful orgasm sent you to. Bur right before I drifted off I felt my brother slide his hand into mine, gripping it gently, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face. --------------------- I saw it all. I was trying to sleep by the time my younger son, Archie, came back from the cockpit but I didn't say anything because I simply wanted some rest. My blazer was draped over my lap as a blanket and I rested my head against the vibrating walls of the aircraft we were stuck in for the next seven hours roughly. But my eyes opened wide when I heard my older son, Lincoln, gasp. The twins, both so different from each other, like night and day those two, sat next to each other on their seats. Lincoln was sitting hunched over, gripping some object while Archibald looked onwards mortified, both too engrossed in whatever was happening to notice that I was awake. "Bro." I heard Link say, turning to his brother "These photos are fucking hot, man." Photos? They must have been looking at Archie's phone. Maybe they were looking through his phone and they stumbled across some person Link found attractive. I swear, that boy is as lusty as a satyr. Much like his old man at that age. Time has cooled down my jets luckily so I didn't have a raging hardon at the flick of the wind but I still had to jerk off five times a day to keep myself collected. And being stuck on an airplane wasn't helping. "You're not mad?" Archie asked his brother. Mad? Was it porn that he had on his phone? He's eighteen, he can have as much porn as he likes on the device. He came out to me when he was 15, although I knew from early on he was gay. I had no problem with it, obviously, no matter what he was still my little boy. Link, on the other hand, came out at seventeen for being pansexual. Unlike Archie who took after his mother, barely reaching 5'7" in height, Link was already 6'1 back then and still growing, much like his old man. He might not be little but he'll always be my son as well. "Mad? Hell no, bro. I'm proud that my lil bro sucked off these three big dicks. I didn't know you were such a slut. I didn't know you had it in you." Lincoln exclaimed. Wait, what? Those pictures were of Archie? And he wasn't just sucking off one dick but three? I alway knew Lincoln got my lust through the gene pool, he did fuck every one of his brother's boyfriends. But I never knew my little boy was such a slut. I've been so ashamed over what happened in the dressing room when we were shopping for bathing suits. I saw how hot his ass looked in that bathing suit and I just had to have him, I humped him and jacked him off until he came all over himself. I don't know when exactly I realized I wanted to fuck my son, but with every passing day its been harder and harder to contain myself. I just want to bend him over and destroy his perfect ass with my 13 inch club. "Want to recreate these photos?" Archie asked Link. The scene before me made me rock hard instantly. I quickly closed my eyes, leaving them to be only slightly open so that I could still see but I gave the appearance of being asleep. I saw Archie give his brother a blowjob, I saw him pull down his pants to reveal he was not wearing any underwear, exposing his bubble butt directly at me, his small hole winking at me like it knew I was watching. I saw Link taking photos, I saw Archie fucking himself on a big dildo which made me start to leak. I saw Link take control and shove his own fat cock deep down his brother's throat. And I saw him cum all over his brother's face while Archie came hands free. I watched it all without moving a muscle besides my twitch cock under my jacket. The sight was the hottest I've ever seen, better than any porn movie. Link cleaned up his brother, soon the both fell asleep together, nestled together like two half. As soon as I could tell they were deep asleep I jumped up from my seat, letting my blazer fall down to the floor. My hard cock was straining against the confinements of my pants, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. I picked my jacket off of the floor and pulled open the door that divided our private cabin from the rest of first class. The lights were still dimmed since we were technically in normal sleeping hours at this time. I lumbered up the aisle, hunched over, trying my best to hide my monster cock as I made my way to the vacant bathroom at the front. I slammed the door open, locked it behind me, pulled down my trousers and let my gigantic cock spring forth. My dick kept out of my pants and smacked the tiny sink of the bathroom with a loud thud. I was cramped inside the bathroom, being 6 foot 6 inches tall and a bodybuilder. Half of the reason I fly first class is just for the extra room. I gripped my meat with my right hand and beguin jacking off, sliding up and down my pole as I let my mind wonder. I stopped myself from bending over my son, Archie, in the dressing room simply because I thought he was too innocent for that. My perfect little boy. But now that I knew he sucked dicks on the regular and was a total slut. All inhibitions about the incest left my mind as I knew he was now sucking his brother's dick too. And I practically looked just like my older son, just more distinguished, so I know Archie had to find me attractive as well. Instead of Lincoln's cock, it was gonna be mine he deepthroated this vacation. I had little more than a week to turn my son into my personal bitch, piercing his perfect, blemish-free ass with my thick dick. I squeezed my meat harder and quickened the pace as I continued on with the train of thought, my eyes closed, falling completely into my fantasies. I was gonna fuck that little twink on the beach, in our hotel room, the pool. His tight little pussy is gonna be so loose by the time Daddy is done with him he wouldn't even be able to close his hole as my cum oozed out of him. I felt my balls start to tingle, the base of my shaft as I jerked myself off faster and faster. I was going to steal my son away from Link and make him my own lover. Cum shot out of my dick with such a force that it splattered all over the tiny, scratched covered mirror. Rope after rope splattered every available surface in front of me as my 13 inch cock pulsed. The come down from my orgasm was fast, I saw the plentiful mess around me from my one orgasm and resignedly started to clean it up. It was wrong. I shouldn't be jealous of my older son, but I wanted Archie more with this burning passion I never felt before, not even with the twin's mother. The twins seem happy with each other too. But I knew I could make Archie happy with my big daddy dick. I stared up at my reflection in the old mirror, a jet of my cum streaking across the glass. My appearance was not of my usual put together self. I had a day stubble across my jawline to give me a rougher look, My shirt was unbuttoned, showing off my brown chest hair. But the biggest change was in my eyes, and my neat hair was a mess that needed to be combed. They were still the green-blue that both of my children also shared, but as I looked at my reflection they looked almost feral, like I was becoming a mad man. I dragged the paper towel that I got from the dispenser over the mirror and I swore to myself, much like the face in the mirror, Archie's face was gonna be covered in my cum before this vacation ended. ----------------------------------------------------------------- I wrote this one ESPECIALLY LONG to make up for the fact that last chapter took so long for me to push out. Thank you so much for reading this chapter! I hope to start working on the future installments soon. I first want to say I'm sorry this chapter is so delayed. This series is continuing to be ongoing. It has not stopped. Life just has a way of making you really busy for a stretch of time and unfortunately that takes precedence. I also can't promise a long stretch of time won't happen again and I thank you all for being understanding. Please reach out if you have any ideas, comments, questions, critiques or anything else. I would love to hear from you. My email is at the top of this document. I want to give a huge shout out to everyone who has helped me edit this ongoing story, In particular: scwalker, skywindsword, hexx, Hindadia, and especially a huge thanks to elmaraaumar who wrote a sex scene in this story which I was struggling with. Also thank you to everyone in the past who has helped edit as well as everyone who has told me that they liked the story. I'm really happy people are enjoying it. A couple people have emailed me about wanting to support my work more and to be honest I don't know how I would start with that. If people have any ideas for this (and mainly if people want to actually support me [no hard feelings if not, I haven't posted in over a month, I understand]) I would love to hear about them. I also will try to submit chapters regularly and relatively frequently in the future. If I stop, once again, it is simply because my life has gotten hectic for a moment but I'll return eventually. Roughly expect a chapter once a month due to my busy schedule. Sorry if this is too long for anyone.