Miles High To Go Before I Sleep by Tyler Morgyn

His knee touches mine and I feel a thrill. I can smell his cologne in the stirrings of the air from the overhead air jet. The flight is crowded and only fine fortune has placed us - two strangers - side by side. His glance at me is furtive and I catch it out of the corner of my eye. I pretend to watch those still searching for their seats as I look at him, and he glances back and looks away. We share an armrest and as I search for my half of a seat belt, I smile at him. He seems confused, but smiles back.

And it is a moment...

We share the armrest and our fingers touch. I leave mine there and so does he. The fine hairs on my arm are standing up. I should speak, but I don’t. He doesn’t either.
The fasten seat belt sign goes off... He moves his arm to release the buckle and my arm falls into his lap, coming to rest on his thigh where he leaves it and stares straight ahead. The man in the next seat doesn't notice. I move my hand to cup him and he makes the smallest sound, so I rub through his pants and feel him harden and adjust in his seat to accommodate me. I work his zipper down ever so slightly and then, fingering his buttons, I can feel the cotton fabric below. The zipper teeth bite at my wrist as my fingers slide under and I grope and fondle him through the cloth. His cock is bigger now and easy to direct from beneath his brief and into my hand.
He stretches to grab an in-flight magazine and places it open and tented over his crotch. He’s warm and long and fills my palm as I squeeze. My thumb floats over his wet tip and he looks at me with such a dreamy smile that my breath catches in my throat. His eyes travel down toward my crotch and I know my cock must be tenting my pants. The man in the window seat is nodding off.
He grabs my elbow and I think for just a second that this gorgeous boy is going to push me away, but he lifts the arm rest that we both share so it separates us no more. He’s our lookout now, and he stiffens as a smiling flight attendant passes by, then plunges into my lap with an urgency that I don’t disappoint. The sparks from his fingertips burn to my spine. My cock lifts away from my body to greet his hand.

My mouth might have been slightly open from the moment I touched him, but I don’t remember. I do know that my tongue, circling my lips to moisten them in the dry cabin air, grows warm and I want to dip its tip in the moisture growing at the head of his cock. His soft half-smile seems wild now that I feel his hand stroke and manipulate me into readiness. Just as I am at the edge he stops his movements and is gone. My eyes fly open in alarm thinking we had been found out. But as my hand is pushed aside, he stands close to the upright back before him and zips up. Confusion gives way to understanding as he steps out into the aisle and clearly motions to the back of the plane.
He pauses to mouth “Follow”. I wait a heartbeat or two and comply.
.
I’m a big guy and am apprehensive as to how this is going to work. I saw which door he had entered and try to act nonchalant as I arrive at his destination and carefully push open the door to see him standing on top of the closed toilet lid. His head is bent while his back is arched and he is balancing himself with outstretched arms so it is easy to slip inside. He waits until I lock the door before he bends down & kisses me... fully & solidly. Then he undoes his zipper once more and drops his pants. I reach out to hold his hips and steady him and his erect cock is large and irresistible. I gobble the head of his penis hungrily and swallow the whole length in one long suck. My tongue caresses his hard shaft while my fingers press into the flesh of his firm hips. He moans. I start to move his cock in and out of my mouth slowly... savoring each taste and texture with my lips. The plane shifts suddenly and I pull sharply away to avoid biting him.

“This is crazy,” I mutter.

He places one hand on top of my head and smiles at me. My breath catches and my stomach leaps into my chest... He turns slowly around.
Gorgeous buttocks - rounded, firm, tan, smooth skin - right at the level of my mouth. He leans back and into me. The tempting lusciousness of his perfect ass comes even closer. My hands shift to support him and squeeze his cheeks and upper thighs. I slide my fingers apart and spread his cheeks so I can view his beautiful hole - right here for the taking. I brace against the door as he brings himself closer to me. I start to lick and saliva flies from my mouth into his juicy recesses. I pull his firm flesh between my teeth. My tongue circles and pushes and he moves back further and sits on my face. I am trapped but he is held captive too. His moans grow louder, or maybe it is my own sounds of sucking and licking that are drowning out the plane’s engines, but my cock is a hard rod and I release one hand to stroke myself a few times.
I purse my lips into an “O” and lift the edges of his hole, pulling and nipping lightly with my teeth. My tongue darts inside and worries and loosens the rings until his groaning is like my own. I could tongue-fuck him forever. I reach up between his thighs and hold his cock which lets me know he is hard and ready. I give him a few strokes until he says, “Yeah ... oh, yeah.”
I insert a finger under my tongue and search until I find deeper treasure. As I rub and lick and pull, he sways his hips to balance with the moving plane. A second finger follows the first, then a third. My hand continues stroking his cock and my fingers rub and push and I can taste him deeply. But I want more...

I push his hips away and stand him up. He looks back over his shoulder with a glazed expression and while I steady him, I whisper, ”I want to fuck you.”
He nods and looks to see how much room there is on the floor between us and hops back and off the seat. His ass smacks against my cock as he comes down, but the momentary pain is nothing as my fingers find his hole again and guide my cock in. He reaches behind his head and grabs my neck. He half turns and I kiss his lips from the side. My face is still wet and ripe from his juices and he kisses me as if tasting my lips was not enough and strains for my tongue. I slide my cock farther and deeper while we devour each other and my moans now join his. He arches his back and widens his stance to take me farther and I begin to thrust into him with a passion.
As I have one hand grasping his cock and stroking and my other hand rubbing the small of his back, he releases my neck and leans forward. My thrusts course deeper and faster and I move side to side to rub in just the right pattern. His soft voice murmuring yes and there and oh joins in with my harsher one repeating so fucking good over and over. Soon I am pounding him as hard as I can as he presses against the seat with his hands and pushes back into me, taking it harder than I would have imagined possible in this cramped space. I look at us fucking in the mirror and I can see his beautiful face twisted into euphoria and it makes me want to last forever like this. I see him catch my eye in the mirror and the excitement and lust is mine to own and grasp. I am in charge of his destiny now.

I pull out as far as I can and ram in deep and he lets out a little stifled cry. I build up a rhythm and we are moving and rocking and I am sure the accordion doors I lean against must be vibrating and alerting the whole plane. But this is the point of no return. The sweat pours down my back and I can see our images in the mirror blur as the mirror fogs from our heavy panting and my aggressive pounding. I know I am close and going to shoot so I stroke him faster and am rewarded when I can feel him pulse and watch him cum in a thick, white creamy stream all over the wall. Seeing this excites me even more with the rush of having him, feeling him release and watching his contorted face in the mirror. Arching my back now, I pull his hips to mine and thrust as far as I can before holding and gushing into him in a hot flood while I lock him onto me, spurting multiple times and emptying my load. It feels as though it will never end... until it does.
I slide my fingers over his belly and clasp him to me. I don’t want to let go. I want to stay inside him and feel him around me forever.

I rub his lower back and lean forward and kiss him between his shoulder blades. I lay my face against his warm, moist skin and feel dizzy with exhaustion. My cum is leaking out around my cock and dripping on my shoes, but I don’t care. Gradually our breathing grows regular and my faintness passes. My hand is covered in his already cooling fluids and he grabs it before I can release him and brings it to his mouth. He sucks my fingers one after the other. Then I know I do care... I reach down to my cum seeping from his hole and gather as much as I can and exchange that hand for the one he is licking. He eagerly laps up my offering and watches me in the mirror as I lick the remainder of him off of my hand. We have something in common now. He stands up and wraps my neck in his arms again from behind and leans his head back into me. We both turn our heads and look at us standing there in the clearing mirror...

And it is a moment...

Someone brushes by the bathroom door and it rattles. We freeze in sudden silence and hold our breath. A minute passes; our breath pours out in a rush. We smile and laugh and feel comfortable with each other as I pull out and we clean up. Paper towels are used and stuffed into the trash receptacle. I fleetingly wonder if the next occupant will smell all that remains of our time in here. The sex... the heat. Flipping up the seat, I start to fulfill the purpose to which most people use this tiny chamber. Playfully, he grabs my dick and holds it while I gratefully pee a sweet warm stream of liquid gold. He laughs and runs his fingers through the piss and tastes it. I am surprised but pleased that there is still more that we can share. I move behind him and my arms hug him as my hands hold him and he pisses too. And I love the few extra moments together. I now know there will be more moments...

He hops up onto the seat once more and I leave. It is a few minutes more before he returns to his seat and it is the oddest thing that I miss him. He sits back down and buckles in. Our companion with the window seat is still asleep. And as we talk and we plan and we share our lives, I know now there will be much more to share. Much, much more. The armrest between us stays up. Our arms find each other and our fingers entwine. He puts a tented magazine over our hands so no one will see and our connection is left unbroken as we fly.

River Memories by Tyler Morgyn

It was a breezy day and perfect for a long trail bike ride. We had all stopped along the river bank to skip a few stones in the direction of the wild ducks and catch our breath. I was looking around and trying to recall why this place felt so familiar when the wind brought a memory to me...

I started thinking about you and wondering... You know how a certain combination of scents can recall fond memories so sharply it’s almost as if it’s happening again? Wondering if you had ever since smelled what I was smelling now and thought of me...wondering if you were smelling pine and wet woodsmoke ashes and listening to the silver rustle of birch trees.

The path we had walked on that day was the same path now stretching out in front of me. And you and I had found an old wooden picnic table in a secluded and abandoned old campsite at the river’s edge. It was overgrown somewhat, but the foolish previous tenants had pulled the table too close to the now cold fire and a patch of sky was what would be visible to me when I lay back.

I leapt onto the wooden surface to test the veracity of the rusty bolts, my ass hitting with a silly thump. Standing on the attached bench, I jumped a few times.

I was ready, but where were you? I spun around slowly. The sparkling lights bouncing off the rapidly moving river dazzled my eyes, but gradually you emerged from the twinkling light coming closer and drawing more in focus. You were unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it from your shoulders.

Back-lit with glittering lights, your golden torso was a Christmas tree topping angel complete with wings and halo. A half smile danced on my lips as I relished the exciting fact that, contrary to appearances, this was no angel that would be topping me today.

You came up to me so close your nose was almost touching my stomach. I thought you were going to hug me with your outstretched arms but you grabbed your shirt behind my back and spread it on the splintery table. I smiled because it was so like you to be that considerate.

I ran my fingers through your blond hair and felt the fine texture between my fingertips. As you looked up at me your hands went to my ass and squeezed. I rubbed your temples and held your head to my abs. I could feel you relax and lean into me. Your fingers were strong as I felt them kneading through my thin hiking shorts and my cock grew against your neck. I knew you liked to undress me, so I waited while my fingers moved down from your head to massage your neck and shoulders. You took your time and I could hear your deep regular breathing as we stood in the sun. You were so tender...so sweet. Your hands kneaded lower until you groped my thighs and slid your hands up under the wide legs of my hiking shorts.

My skin tingled at your gentle touch while you slid up higher and higher until you cupped my cheeks. You rubbed and pulled my flesh and teased the straps of my jock. You found and felt my hole. I held my breath. One finger rubbed in a circular motion around the entrance, warming & exciting my sphincter.

You continued to circle and rubbed harder until my tissues responded by swelling. I could feel an almost uncomfortable warmth and I longed to be penetrated. But I let you take your time because I was yours...
Finally the rubbing turned into caresses and you sighed. An itch grew in me to have you inside. I wanted you. I waited.

Suddenly your fingers darted in. I cried out, startled at the sudden pain. A finger from each hand poked in and grabbed my rings... spreading and burrowing inside my too tense hole. My knees bent and I wobbled. Two more fingers followed without warning, and I yelped again.

I looked down at your blissful impassive face as you dug and pushed and I bit my lip and tried to relax. You started to rapidly jab me with those fingers and the motion and dry friction burned.

“Unzip,” you ordered and I rapidly undid my shorts with fumbling hands. “Shirt! ... Get it off!”

Still reeling with the pain of the rough finger-fucking, I pulled my tee shirt over my head. My fingers trembled. Your plunder of my ass continued rougher and deeper as I stood and took it, with only the sweat that formed on my lower back and slid down my crack for lubrication.

You lowered your head and started to nuzzle my growing dick through my jock. I could feel you take the side of my shaft into your mouth through the fabric and start to gnaw. I couldn't move. The sensation was bizarre and terrifying, but my dick betrayed me and grew harder with the pressure of your teeth. Your fingers stopped long enough to jerk my shorts down but you resumed and managed to insert four fingers from one hand up to the curve of your thumb.

OMG, He’s going to fist me dry and standing! I thought.

My eyes caught a chipmunk scavenging as if this were a normal day. My knees started to buckle as if I might fall.

“Stand up, boy!” you commanded.

Your fingers were in far enough to find a familiar place and I concentrated on a growing pleasurable feeling. But this was not enough. You took the skin of my lower belly into your mouth and bit down hard. I clamped my jaw down as firmly as I could but my body reacted by trying to pull away. I was trapped. You continued biting my lower abdomen, finding a new tender spot every few minutes.

Then, timing it with the thrust of your fingers, you smacked my ass cheeks rhythmically with your free hand. First one hump then the other...over and over again in the same spots.

Spank...Bite...Four-finger Fuck... My erection was tenting my jock. I couldn’t see your cock, but I knew you’d be hard too. I looked down at my belly and could see a precise line of dozens of teeth kisses as you left your mark on me. As if on cue you drew your head back to admire your work. You had marked me as yours. My belly began to throb.

But you weren’t through. You chose a darkening bruise and bit it again. I screamed this time and you seemed pleased. You paid a repeat visit to another spot but I controlled my reaction that time as I stood and endured.

My hole was relaxing and I started to enjoy the fucking. I knew you could feel me loosen and could tell my state of mind as my whimpers turned into moans. Your slaps came harder and faster but the pain had developed into something altogether different as the endorphins coursed through my body.

Your thumb soon followed and my cries renewed. You punched in deeper but from the angle and position you could only short-fist me which was hitting my spot with a repetition that threatened to buckle my knees for another reason. The warmth enveloped my whole body by then and it was more than just euphoric, more than just a high, more than just the combination of the spanking and the biting and the fisting...

I was helpless to move. My arms hung limp at my sides. I watched a battery of startled water birds rise up from the river and cover the sky and I thought if I lifted my arms...if I could lift my arms...I could join with them in flight.

Just as suddenly as you had started, you pulled your hand from me and stopped spanking.

“Sit down!” you ordered and pushed me back. I cried out again as my reddened and inflamed ass smacked the hard shirt-covered table. You rapidly stripped off your shorts and stood in your jock. Pulling your rigid swollen cock out, you stroked it several times before you climbed onto me and the bench. Pushing my knees to my chest you penetrated my well-prepared hole. I grabbed behind my knees and held my legs up into the air as I knew you liked.

I looked up at the patch of blue sky as your cock rammed into me impossibly far. I bore down but I knew I wasn’t tight enough any longer. You smacked your hips against my reddened buttocks and I whimpered and floated and moaned and knew I was close. You pulled out occasionally to stroke your cock a few times, then went back to pounding me like a piston while you pulled my cock from the damp material and squeezed. I could feel your fingers against the painful bites but the pleasure was so great, it overcame the pain. I hurt everywhere and no longer cared...the feelings were so overwhelming. When you started to stroke me, the sensation was the most intense I’ve ever experienced.

You pulled out and stroked both of our cocks together in a synchronized rhythm...one in each hand. I knew as you stroked relentlessly faster that we were going to fall together. You watched my face as I writhed and moaned and the pleasure rose high like the birds from the river until my moan broke off into a choked cry and we shot in unison all over my belly and chest. You in short bursts and me in a long stream and our cocks throbbed and pulsed in your hands.

You smeared your hand all over my chest like finger-paints...mixing and mingling our cum. You reached up and rubbed your dripping hand all over my face. I licked your hand clean - sucking each finger while you watched. You bent down and cleaned my belly with your tongue...then chest... neck and finished by licking my face all over and kissing me deeply with passion and satisfaction.

“Good boy,” you said. “You pleased me today.”

And, now, as we climb back on our trail bikes with our boys to continue down the path along the river, I wonder again if you remembered that day. I manage to catch your eye as you spot that old picnic bench and you smile a small but warm smile. You look at me as you hold out your hand and say, “Remember the day we fell in love?”

Grease Monkey by Tyler Morgyn

The tiny beads of sweat on his bare shoulders were discrete as they formed. His muscles were distinct and defined as he moved the bulky metal machinery, and the layers of oil and smears of grime made the tiny jewels of perspiration into dancing prisms in the sunlight.

He turned to wipe the moisture from his eyes with his discarded shirt. I caught his glance and the brief half-smile that disappeared behind the fabric. He knew I was watching with more than friendly interest, and he liked it. He stretched quite boldly in a muscular display.

As his arms lifted and flexed, the growing beads of sweat shifted and hung suspended like Christmas ornaments off of his shoulder blades, threatening to fall like rain. The underlying muscles twisted with the strain of the weight he was pulling, and the baubles jumped and danced.

These liquid balls began to gather into rivulets that trickled from the taut muscular angles of his shoulders into the recessions of his spine, and there, gravity catching them, they joined forces, forming a cascade down to his lower back and below. I could not look away.

My fascination with watching these tributaries form and merge was not wasted, for I was rewarded with an ever growing stain that defined his buttocks through his thin trousers and made him shift in discomfort. The soaked cotton clung to each hard mound and revealed much more.

My mouth opened and my tongue circled the dry edges of my lips. I wanted to erase my thirst with his sweat. I needed to taste his saltiness. I wanted to let my tongue float along the river that cascaded down his back and over the waterfall between his cheeks and drown in him.

I closed my eyes as the nectar of my desire filled my mouth and fed my lust. I could feel my cock stiffen with every flick of my tongue. Golden droplets effervesced down my throat and through some magic of anatomy dripped from my dick as precum, staining my pants. My body swayed.

My cock throbbed and I grasped myself through my pants. The imagined smell of his sweat was like gasoline to the blaze of my mounting orgasm. I shook as the images flowed over me. Bending him naked over the car. Rimming his hot hungry hole. Spreading his ass. Fucking him hard.

"Hey, Mister. Are you OK?". My eyes flew open and he was inches from my face. Startled, I fell backwards. As my cum exploded from my cock, I felt suspended in midair, caught in that moment in time when you are helpless between the power of your body and the vision in your mind.

My skull shattered as it hit the foot of a metal jack. Blood poured from my head and flowed into rivulets across the oil-stained concrete floor. "Aw, the old guy pissed himself." A lone drop of sweat dripped from his concerned face onto my lips, and I tasted him for the first and last time.