Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2017 15:05:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: 12 Tales of Christmas (Baker's Dozen Bonus) - The Mile-High Club

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*****

"Dude, I'm bored as fuck," Colby sighed. "What happened to, like, movies on
planes?"

"Everybody started bringing their own," I said, lifting up my iPad for
emphasis.

"What you watching?" he said, leaning over the empty seat between us to
see. "Oh, that Throne Games show, or whatever it is," he sighed
dismissively, leaning back into his own space, propping his elbow on the
other armrest, and staring out at the sky.

I shrugged, and went back to watching. Funny how we could be so similar,
and yet so different. He wasn't much of a reader, liked Adam Sandler
movies, was generally a big, happy-go-lucky, uncomplicated type of dude.
Me, I was the smaller of the two of us, more tight-bodied and compact to
his big, beefy, ex-footballer frame. We had similar features, and we were
both blond, but otherwise we were like night and day, sometimes. About the
only other commonality was that we both played rugby - he was a prop on
Carolina's club team, where I played fly-half on NC State's. It was
something we'd both picked up back when Dad was stationed in the UK, and it
had just sort of clicked for us both, and of course, we played completely
different positions at practically neighboring rival colleges. That's just
how we were.

But we got along well despite all that, because when you're an Army brat,
you learn that the only constant in your life is your family, and for all
the scrapping and fighting you might do, at the end of the day, you're a
unit. Me and Colby had flown out to our parents' together for Christmas,
and since we didn't know anybody in Colorado Springs and there was so much
more going on back around our campuses for New Year's, here we were, flying
back together, side by side.

I got back into watching GoT, but I could feel Colby's restlessness. He
kept squirming in his chair, sprawling his big, beefy, muscular thighs out,
staring out the window aimlessly. Then he started idly tugging at the
crotch of his loose basketball shorts. I felt my cock tweak a little inside
my own shorts, as I kept one eye on my screen, the other half on him. On
the growing mound in those shorts of his. The thick blond hair on his beefy
forearm as it shifted lightly, the muscles moving, as he started to graze
his thumb over the growing outline of his fat club of a cock. The sly smile
growing on his handsome, blond-bearded face.

Colby craned up in his seat, looking around the cabin. We were both
surprised to score a half-empty flight back, especially right after
Christmas weekend. The only other passengers for a half-dozen rows around
us were fast asleep, up near the bulkhead. I guess it had occurred to me
that I could go claim a whole row of my own for the flight, but I hadn't
gotten around to it yet, so it was just me and big Colby, back here in row
41, cruising high over America's heartland with nobody else around us.

He looked at me, and I pretended not to notice, to be engrossed in my
screen. He nudged his big hairy calf against mine, both our legs splayed
out into the open space between us, and I played that off too. Trying not
to smile to myself at the little game he wanted to play, as I played my own
game with him right back. Another nudge of his calf, which turned into a
slow, deliberate, up-down brush of his hairy, warm skin against mine. And
then when I let that one slide by, he reached across the empty seat between
us and poked my elbow. He was never really all that good at subtlety.

"Dude," he muttered, and with a pretend put-upon sigh, I paused the
episode, unplugged one earbud, and looked over at him.

"What, fucker?" I said. He just grinned even wider at me, then nodded his
head unsubtly down at his crotch. I rolled my eyes, still stifling that
grin of mine, and looked down.

Colby had a big ol' dick. We both did, actually, and I know mine was a bit
of a surprise to people sometimes, standing out like it did from my tight
former wrestler's frame. But Colby's looked perfectly scaled to the rest of
him - big, thick, beefy, and handsome. Uncut, we both were, and crowned
with a thicket of blond curls. I could see the top of those curls as he
groped his bulge with his big paw, which tugged the waistband of his shorts
down under the swell of his thick rugby bro belly, showing the top of his
thick bush.

"I'm bored, Casey," he said, his voice deep and low yet somehow boyish
too. "Let's play a game."

"Are you fuckin' serious?" I muttered, but my own cock was already
responding, because for all our differences, me and my big brother were in
sync like that. Both horny, both up for just about anything.

He was the one who'd taught me how to jack off, in the little bedroom we
shared in - fuck, must have been Germany. That had progressed to a lot more
over the years of bouncing around from base to base together, and by the
time we'd wound up in the UK and he was getting ready to ship back to the
States and start college at UNC, Colby had copped my cherry and taught me
how to French kiss, and we'd grown tighter than ever. When I'd arrived in
North Carolina for college myself a couple years later, feeling a little
adrift being back Stateside, in what was technically our home state but
pretty much alien to me, Colby was right there to welcome me, and not
coincidentally fuck one of his epic bro loads up my ass in his dorm room
bed.

So, yeah, we were cool. Like a lot of Army brats, we had each other when
everything else was uncertain. He was graduating next December, and after
that, wasn't real sure - so in the meantime, we were making the most of our
brotherly bond, while we could. We'd horsed around and fed each other our
cum in various ways all over the Colorado wilderness these past couple
weeks - eating a couple of weed brownies we'd scored up in Denver and
watching the sun set over the Garden of the Gods as I sat on a big rock
formation while my big brother squatted between my thighs and sucked my
balls dry was one of those lifelong memories - and it looked like big Colby
wasn't ready to quit it just yet.

"What, you never wanted to join the Mile-High Club, little bro?" he winked
at me, then slowly hauled out his big, fat hardon. Already moist at the
tip, and not just because we were uncut - he was a leaker pretty much all
the time, so those basketball shorts he had on over his thin boxer briefs
were a risky move. But I knew from experience he was into that, riding the
edge publicly like that.

"First off, we're not a mile up in the air, y'know," I grinned, plucking my
other earbud out and putting the iPad in the seatback pocket in front of
me. "Second, we're right out here in the open, dude..."

"I know," he grinned, blue eyes gleaming as he gave himself a slow
stroke. "Besides, you weren't all shy when it was me blowing you up on that
fuckin' rock the other day. Anybody could have walked by."

He looked around, then leaned in close, lips close to my ear, the blond
hair of his beard just grazing my jaw, giving me a little shiver.

"You owe me one, little dude," he whispered, all hot and husky, giving his
big cock another slow stroke for my benefit.

I looked around us, saw nobody could see, then grabbed the back of his neck
and planted a serious kiss on him. He grunted into my mouth as my tongue
sought his out, joining me in the kiss as he reached over and felt the big,
fast-growing bulge in my shorts. My arm crossed over his, making him grunt
again and suck harder on my tongue as I took hold of that fat, sticky club
of his cock and gave him a slow jack. Remembering how we'd huddled together
against the railing on the lower deck of the Eiffel Tower a few years ago,
one drizzly gray January, barely anybody sightseeing, an umbrella our only
cover as I pulled his big cock out of his jeans and jacked a load out of
him and onto the plaza below, as his beefy arm tightened around my
shoulders and he tried not to shake and moan too much.

"So maybe it ain't technically a mile high and all, bro," he murmured as we
came out of the kiss, my hand still slowly stroking his big dick. "But I've
always wanted to try it... and besides, you know we both wouldn't fit in
the bathroom back there..."

Shit, Colby was big and beefy enough that he'd pretty much fill an airplane
bathroom on his own. But like him, I'd always wanted to get off on a plane
with somebody, not just on my own in the bathroom like I'd done a
half-dozen times anyway. And just like him, the thrill of potential
discovery sent a charge all down into my big, full balls. Yeah, this was a
no-frills, low-cost airline, and the attendants were basically nowhere to
be seen, but still...

So I flipped up the armrests between us, took one more look around, saw the
coast was clear, and slid my ass into the empty seat between ours. Then
with a wink and a smile, I tucked his shorts underneath his fat bull balls,
leaned in, and licked the fat, moist tip of him. His musk was rich and
immediately familiar to me, potent and manly. He let out a soft, low growl,
his big paw falling to the back of my neck and squeezing as I lapped round
the underside of his cock helmet, up the skin of his frenulum, following it
up to the deep slit that was slowly bubbling precum. I grunted myself as I
savored that, kissing the head of his cock with pursed lips, tongue lapping
up his sticky, mineral flow, and as his big hand squeezed the back of my
neck again, I tucked my lips over my teeth and engulfed the whole fat head
of his dick. I felt his moan vibrate all through his big, beefy-muscled
body, and felt the back of my neck prickle at the idea we might get busted
doing this. But I went on down his fat, throbbing shaft just the same, glad
for my more compact, agile form, and the way I could twist myself up in
such a small space to take care of my big bro's big cock.

"Fuck yeah, little buddy," he crooned softly, his strong hand sliding up
from my neck and into my hair, rubbing lightly, as his other hand slid down
my back, dipping down into the waistband of my shorts where they gaped open
as I hunched over. I shivered again as his thick fingers tickled through
the fine blond hairs just coming in above the crack of my ass, then dipped
lower, into the top of my cleft, teasing and stroking, making me try to
arch my back like a cat. Fucker. He knew just how to touch me to work me
up, and if we were anyplace else, with room to stretch out, he'd be yanking
my shorts off and leaning over to try and lick at my ass. Even here, where
we were now, I wouldn't put it past him to try.

Colby did manage to stuff a lot of his forearm down in back of my shorts,
though, rubbing over my hole through the fabric of my underwear, circling
and teasing it more intently the more I sucked him to the root. My eyes
streamed with the effort, because even though I might have sucked his big
joint hundreds of times by now, and I was pretty good at it, he was still a
big, big boy, and it took a lot of effort to get him down. But I did. I
opened my throat up and got him all stuffed in, just enough room left to
breathe around him. I worked my throat around the head of his dick, and he
growled and pushed his finger against my hole, pressing the stretched
cotton of my briefs up into it a little, making my own cock twinge and leak
in my shorts. I buried my nose in the sweaty, musky thickness of his bush,
already damp with my overflowing spit, and hummed on him, making him dig
his fat fingertip even deeper into my hole.

Fuck, he felt bigger, fatter, heavier than ever, and maybe that was
something to do with air pressure and swelling or whatever. I sure couldn't
deep-throat him forever, not all contorted like I was, so I gave up a
couple inches and set to work pleasuring his shaft, reaching up to cup and
roll his big, cum-heavy balls in my hand as I bobbed my head up and down on
him, picking up that well-practiced rhythm as he started to flow pre more
heavily down my swallowing throat.

"So fuckin' good, baby bro," he crooned, low and deep, and I knew he meant
it. Said I sucked him better than anyone, male or female. I loved that,
knowing I was his gold standard, and I used the skills I'd learned on his
big ol' dick, taught so patiently late at nights in our bedrooms over the
years, to bring a lot of pleasure to quite a few dudes over the years since
then. But I liked doing it to him, and his juicy club of a cock, more than
anyone else.

Colby's hand shifted around in back of my shorts, and then slipped
underneath the waistband of my bunched-up briefs, sliding down over my
muscular glutes, stroking down the furrow between them with his fat middle
finger. He found it and touched it, gentle but insistent, rotating his fat
fingertip slowly around the blond hairs that lined the ring of muscle,
before pushing in. I grunted around his cock, feeling a twinge at the
semi-dryness. Felt him retract his hand, and then the sound of him sucking
on his fingers, followed by a spitting noise. His hand reaching back in and
touching me in that most intimate place, all thick and firm and slick with
spit, as he pressed it inside of me.

"Fuckin' diddling my little bro right on this damn airplane," he grunted,
as much for his benefit as mine, and I moaned and sucked him harder,
feeling my face prickling with heat. With the intense, risky thrill of it
all.

I wanted to make Colby cum, really bad. It was my mission now. So I used my
ball-stroking hand, scooping up some of my overflowing spit from his nuts
with my finger, then stroked his taint with it, adding more and more as I
dug deep into the warm, thick blond fur down there, and found my way to his
hole, just like he had mine. Kind of cocked my head to the side so we could
look at each other, and then slid it into him, his hole tight and warm and
yielding to my probing digit, as I winked up at him.

"Awww, you little fucker," he growled with a grin, his sweaty, handsome
head falling back against the headrest, as I pushed in and felt the firm
bulge of his prostate, just as he did the same to mine. Fuck, this was so
lewd and obscene and risky. I was loving it all.

I stroked his nut as he did the same to me, feeling my cock all leaky and
sticky and making the insides of my briefs humid with it. Sucking harder,
wetter, wrapping my tongue around as much of him as I could and laving the
underside of his fat, juicing head with it. Stroking and sucking, clutching
his beefy lat for balance as I worked him the best I knew how, feeling his
balls tight and churning with his cum against my wrist.

"Gonna fuckin' cum, little dude," he whispered harshly, panting, and I
looked up sideways at his handsome head, all sweaty, brow furrowed, eyes
narrowed as his mouth fell open, and I knew he was right there at the
brink. I moved quickly, pulling up off his cock with a lewd, wet slurp as
he grunted in protest, still rubbing his bud deep inside as I took hold of
his slicked-up joint with my other hand and stared him in the eyes.

"So cum, you big fucking pervert," I grinned, thumbing over his frenulum
and rubbing a circle right there at his most sensitive spot. He grabbed
hold of my stroking arm, his strong hand squeezing my flexing bicep as his
face got all flushed and starey, his mouth choking out noises as I pointed
his throbbing cock up towards his UNC Rugby T-shirt, and then he started to
pump it out. Thick blasts of creamy stud cum, shooting up out of his big,
gleaming piece, splatting into the fabric of his T-shirt in long wet ropes.

He was still twitching, stifling his moans, shaking through the last stages
of his orgasm. I looked up and around, saw we were still pretty much on our
own, then extracted my diddling finger from his insides, tugged my shorts
open and freed my cock. I let his go, seeing it smack up against the fur of
his beefy stomach, the head landing with a wet smear on the rumpled hem of
his shirt, and wrapped my cum-sticky mitt around my own cock. His finger
was still halfway lodged inside my hole, and as he grinned at me, he slid
it back up inside to touch my prostate, buzzing it skilfully even as he
came down off his own load. I smeared his cum all up and down the length of
my own big, uncut dick, jacking furiously, stifling my grunts as I locked
eyes with him and he touched me the right way and my balls tensed up, and
boom, there I was, firing off, adding my own streaks of brother cum to the
mess on his shirt.

"Aw, you dirty little fuck," Colby growled, pulling my head in close and
kissing me hard as I grunted and huffed into his mouth, shooting out the
last spurts, trickling down into his bush and onto his drained balls as he
fed me his tongue.

I flopped back into my seat, chest heaving, sweaty as hell, a big grin on
my face as I caught my breath and saw the ropes of cum I'd painted his
shirt with - his cum and mine. Started to laugh at it, and him.

"Hey, you said you were gonna cum," I chuckled. "You just weren't specific
enough about where you wanted it to go, bro."

"You fuckin' asshole," he growled, looking down at himself. We still had a
couple hours til we landed in Raleigh, so I guess he had time to dry, but
still - there wasn't much mistaking what was on his shirt, if you knew what
you were looking at.

Then he shrugged, sat forward, and peeled his shirt up and off his big,
beefy frame. I admired the ample swell of his thickset chest, his big,
rounded shoulders, meaty pecs all chunky with muscle, dusted with blond
curls that flowed down over his strong belly, all sticky and matted now. He
turned his T-shirt inside out and tugged it back on, grimacing a little at
the cooling cum touching his skin.

"You'll get yours, little brother," he frowned at me, but he had a half a
smile on his face too as he hit the button to recline his seat, closed his
eyes, and dropped almost immediately off to sleep.

I went to the bathroom at the back of the plane, behind our seats, to clean
up. Looked at myself in the mirror, feeling the tingling in my asshole from
where Colby had fingered me just now. Looked around at the small space.
Yeah, sure, the both of us couldn't fit in here together... but if the door
was open... and he stood outside it... nah, that was way too open, even for
us.

Still, you never knew...