I was at my desk on a very hot Wednesday afternoon in New York, when the telephone rang. It was the London office, telling me they needed me back in London the next day, for a crucial meeting and I would need to catch the last flight out of JFK tonight.
I had plans for a short break on Friday, up to a lakeside cabin on the Vermont, New York border with some friends I had made, since being temporarily seconded to New York. I therefore tried my hardest to convince London that I wasn’t really needed. Finally, my boss came on the line and told me in no uncertain terms to get my ass back to London, they would be booking a return ticket for me on the last overnight flight tonight, in business class, so I could sleep and return to New York, for my break, straight after the meeting. I had run out of excuses and therefore had no other option but to agree.
I received the booking on my phone, noting only the flight number, terminal and departure time of the flight. I had 5 hours to get home, pack and get to JFK, luckily, I didn’t live too far from the airport but still needed to leave Manhattan now, to make the flight.
Arriving at the terminal just in time and using my frequent flyer card, went to the priority check-in desk and showed my passport and e ticket on my phone. The lovely lady looked at her screen, smiled and began reading the notes on the booking my company had made for me. It says here, she began, your company had requested business class, but the flight is full this evening and they have excepted one of the last two seats available in coach, for you. She looked at me and anticipating my displeasure, trying to placate me, it’s the last row at the back and the other seat is still empty, so you should be able to sleep ok she said unconvincingly. Having no choice, I grabbed my passport and carry on and marched fuming to departures.
Not having time to use the lounge, I went straight to the gate, which was heaving, could it get any worse. I waited until everyone had queued and barged their way onto the aircraft, then sauntered down the hot stuffy boarding bridge, relieved that I had decided to travel in just shorts and T shirt, with a jacket and joggers in my carry on, for when I arrived in cold London. I had a suit, shirt and tie in the London office, so I was travelling very light with just a couple of pairs of socks, briefs and t shirts in my bag.
Approaching the aircraft door I noticed the thudding sound of someone running down the jetty behind me. I turned around and saw this giant of a guy running towards me. He must have been well over six and half feet tall, short blond hair and all muscle, with thick, tanned hairy legs, as he too was wearing just thin shorts and a tatty t shirt but still sweating profusely. Gee he said, breathing heavily, with a thick southern drawl, just made it.
He looked at me smiling and said Hi, and me, being very English, replied, hello glad you made it. He followed me onto the aircraft where the stewardess pointed to my seat row at the very back of the cabin. Distracted by the ‘sardine can’ vision spread out before me, I dismally made my way down the crowded cabin, not noticing the giant guy was following me. Reaching my row, I threw my bag into the overhead locker and squeezed across to my window seat, grabbing all the crap that was placed on it, supposedly for my comfort and deposited it on the empty isle seat, thinking it would be unoccupied.
It was when I sat down, I realised that the giant guy was also throwing his bag into the same overhead locker. Goin to be a bit of a squeeze tonight bud, he said apologising and threw mine and his seat crap up into the overhead locker. He squeezed into his seat with difficulty, one leg under the seat in front and the other in the isle and then bringing that one in, so both legs were now under the seat in front of him. With his hips being squashed together because of the small seat width, I couldn’t help but notice the large bulge that was now very clearly evident in the front of his shorts. He must be packing a good set of balls, as well as a heathy sized cock in there I imagined and couldn’t help but stare at it for a few moments more than I should have, because he said, oh fuck that always happens in these seats and began adjusting his package, which had the effect of making his bulge even bigger. He looked down at my shorts and said, you look as though you have the same problem bud, laughing I replied, not quite as much as you though. He grinned and introduced himself, I’m Randolph, but as you can imagine everyone, other than my parents, call me Randy. Without thinking, I replied, and are you? Without any hesitation he replied, oh yea all the time, tits, asses, cocks and clits, I love em all. Fuck me I thought, managing not to say it out loud ,did I hear that correctly, this hunky guy likes cock. With this thought, my cock bulge began to get very slightly bigger.
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