A gay story: The Adventures of Chance Fletcher Ch. 02 Chapter 2 – The Adventures of Chance Fletcher: The Flight
As part of his job, Chance Fletcher had to be mobile, so travel was a necessary evil. Most of the time it was just an endless parade of the white insides of planes and the beige insides of hotel rooms before he was able to head home. Chance was kind of a big deal in advertising, and while he had at one time owned and run his own private firm, he’d sold it all and chosen the much more lucrative role of Advertising Consultant. If an ad firm landed a client and were just not having the success they wanted giving the client what they wanted, they’d bring Chance in to give them exactly what they wanted. He always seemed to know exactly how to deliver.
It was going to be a long flight to London. A British Ad firm was getting nowhere with an oil company account they’d landed and the client was pretty close to walking away, but the agency had managed to convince the client to come back for one more meeting, where they promised the best ideas would flow. Everyone at the UK firm was nervous as they knew this client and their one account would make the difference between surviving the next fiscal year or not. That’s when the call was made and so Chance found himself in business class late in the day.
Chance had been summoned pretty last minute and as he prepped to leave in a hurry, he realized he would not have time to get out some of the sexual frustration he’d been carrying around lately. Chance could feel the build up in his big, weighty balls and it flashed across his mind; he might just have time to take 7.5″ uncut matters into his own hands when he heard the “ping” of his phone, letting him know his Uber had arrived. “Fuck” said Chance, grabbed his trusty leather weekender bag and his laptop case with everything he would need for the trip and head out the front door for the airport.
Flying business class was definitely one of the perks of being a consultant when someone else was paying for the ticket. Chance’s 6’2″ frame sometimes felt a little hemmed in sitting in the “regular” seats, so he justified his expense that way. So far no one had argued, which showed just how highly they valued his expertise. As Chance was one of the first people on to the plane, he scanned the seat numbers quickly and found where he belonged, at least for the next 7 hours.
“Now” thought Chance to himself “Who do I get stuck with on the way?” Chance had certainly had his fair share of unfortunate traveling companions and he knew the best he could hope for was someone who enjoyed reading, sleeping and not talking to him; he doubted he’d be lucky enough to get all three.
As the rest of the plane needed to still board, he snapped open his laptop and set it up on the generous seat tray and began getting down the ideas he already had for the client who had summoned him to London.
The plane continued to board and Chance was starting to feel optimistic that perhaps there wouldn’t even be a seat mate to contend with. Things were looking up. As the last of the passengers boarded the plane and the line of people began to dwindle down to the few stragglers left, Chance truly thought he’d won the lottery, the seat beside him was still empty. Not wanting to lose focus before he’d have to shut his computer down for take off, Chance got back to his main task.
Just when Chance truly believed he had somehow beaten the odds, there was a commotion at the door to the plane and a young man, early thirties, blonde and impossibly pretty made his way onboard, apologizing profusely and looking pretty embarrassed. The man, while being slender, was well defined, dressed impeccably and obviously from a wealthy family. The aristocratic air shimmering around him. “He looks a bit like Josh Hutcherson” thought Chance, the young star from the Hunger Games. Obviously he wasn’t, but those pretty looks definitely had Chance’s attention.
Now keeping half his attention on the newcomer and half on his presentation, Chance saw the man get pointed to his seat by the smiling flight attendant who was obviously not immune to the young man’s charms herself. That seat was right beside Chance. “Guess it won’t be all bad” he thought and smiled to himself.
The man got to his seat, looked at Chance, seemed to gulp slightly and then a dazzling smile played across his full mouth, “Sorry, so sorry, I’m Matt and I’m really, really late” he said while manhandling his luggage in to the overhead bin and at the same time, trying to cram a small backpack under the seat.
“Hey, no problem, at least you made it” Chance replied in his low, easy tone. Once again, the harried, late arrival seemed to stare and gulp before responding. “Yes,” said Matt, “I’m grateful for that….. especially now” he said, holding Chance’s gaze a little longer than a straight man might have.
“Oh, this IS going to be a good flight” thought Chance again as he smiled warmly up at Matt who was doing his best to not stare at Chance, and get himself into his seat. Even though Matt was moving around, Chance couldn’t help but see Matt was definitely interested in him, or at least a part of him was.
As the two men made Get-to-Know-You small talk, completely ignoring the flight attendant and her worst case scenario speech, it seemed they had quite a bit in common. Both were traveling on business, both were consultants – Matt was a legal consultant brought in to help bolster strategies for high-net worth clients – and both men were definitely into each other.
Chance was a bit take aback by how strong the chemistry was, he couldn’t seem to get enough of Matt, watching his mouth while he talked, imagining that mouth doing other things, looking deep into his eyes and seeing the light dance in them, no doubt about it, Chance was very intrigued by his new seat mate.
In business class, cocktails were served immediately on reaching cruising altitude, then dinner and plenty of refills of wine and then as dinner service ended the flight attendants brought around Brandy and Port. Both Chance and Matt seemed to be feeling more celebratory than when they got on the plane, and both men had happily taken anything that was offered. They had continued chatting throughout all the courses and the flirting was very give and take. As a result both men were decidedly relaxed when the announcement came that as the journey was overnight, the flight attendants would be coming around with blankets and pillows for everyone to relax and hopefully sleep through most of the trip.
The lights dimmed and many of the passengers immediately began to settle down for the night. Matt and Chance spread their blankets across their laps, and totally unspoken or even hinted at, Matt makes the first move.
Chance felt Matt’s hand brush his thick, muscular thigh as he reached across and placed his hand in Chance’s lap. Chance looked over at Matt who smirked and kept staring straight ahead. Apparently that was the only straight thing Matt had in mind. “So it’s going to be that kind of flight is it?” Chance does not have a problem with that.
Chance leaned back and let his legs spread a little wider to give Matt better access and Matt knows exactly what to do. Undoing Chance’s suit pants, with one very talented hand; Chance feels Matt’s manicured finger tracing down his balls to the base and back through his underwear.
Feeling his cock wake up, Matt smiles as he feels Chance begin to stiffen at his touch. Soon Matt feels Chance swell, getting harder and harder, becoming even more engorged with every stroke of Matt’s very skilled fingers. “Aren’t we a big boy” Matt mutters softly. “You better stop” Chance murmurs “or you’re gonna be in trouble”. Matt smiles even bigger and increases the pressure and friction at the same time. Chance growls out ” you little……” but trails off as Matt’s thumb, now slick with my precum, starts going in circles on the hardened, swollen tip of his cock. Chance’s head falls back.
With Matt’s micro movements he sends huge waves of pleasure through Chance’s body. Every sense is focused on exactly what Matt’s thumb is doing. It’s all Chance can think about, it’s all he can focus on. That thumb becomes Chance’s world in that moment. Matt’s thumb is so talented, it’s everything Chance can do not to moan. The fact that they both realize they are in public makes it even hotter.
Chance focuses enough to make sure his hand has found its way to Matt’s lap, and Matt is obviously VERY turned on already by how hot and hard he’s making Chance. Chance wraps his hand around Matt’s throbbing meat and he feels Matt’s thumb pause as he gives Matt’s substantial shaft a tight squeeze and Chance feels Matt’s pulse in his exceptionally hard cock. Chance can tell that Matt is ready for anything.
Matt leans towards Chance and the look he’s giving him is unmistakable. “Fill me. As deeply as possible, I need you inside me, please.” Chance knows this look well.
Chance moves his hand from Matt’s hard cock and wraps it around his ass cheek and gives it a tight squeeze, deliberately tugging so Matt’s hole gets a tweak, Chance feels Matt swallow a whimper. Matt’s face is a mix of pleasure and hunger as he switches up his movements on Chance’s cock to get him even more excited.
Matt shifts in his seat letting Chance edge his powerful fingers towards his hole, stroking just outside of it, teasing Matt like he’s been teasing Chance. Although Chance is teasing Matt even more so as he is denying Matt what he really wants. Matt tries to wriggle closer, desperate for Chance’s finger to touch him where he craves it so much, but Chance just moves it away. Matt lets out a low “humph” and tries again, I just slide over your hot, needy hole and caress the other side. “You can try all you like son, you know who’s really in charge, don’t you?” Chance low growls into Matt’s ear. Matt lets out a huff with a barely perceptible “I know” and goes for another shot at getting Chance to hit the bullseye.
By this time, the two men are very much into what they are doing, and both know exactly what they want to get more. Chance re-arranges himself under the blanket and puts himself back together and heads for the bathroom first. This early on there’s no one near the large bank of bathrooms at the rear of the plane, and they’re still clean and sanitized. Chance picks on at random and leaves the door a tiny bit ajar so Matt knows which one to head for.
Chance is already backed up against the counter when Matt comes in in a rush. Matt pushes Chance back and clamps his mouth onto his, Matt’s hand immediately going to Chance’s crotch, quickly undoing the suit pants for the second time that night, pulls down the underwear and with his mouth firmly on Chance’s mouth his hand is wrapped around Chance’s rock hard dick.
Chance wraps his hands around Matt, grabs his tight, pert ass and grinds into him, Chance wants to be inside of Matt so badly, he can barely see straight. The long, slow build up has left and already pent up Chance slightly crazed and insanely horny, which is exactly how Matt wants him, and exactly what he’d been working on since the lights went down.
The two men are kissing hard now. Chance’s tongue fucking Matt’s mouth, his hands all over his beautiful, firm body. Chance brings his hands up to the back of Matt’s neck and pulls him even closer in for a more intimate kiss, as he breaks away he manages to growl out “I want to possess you, I want to claim you, I want you to know whose you are, who you belong to.” Matt can’t take anymore, in that moment it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted.
Chance reaches the point where he can’t take it anymore and quickly realizes that Matt can’t either. As Chance has been focused on kissing him, Matt has also been focused on getting his pants off. Matt is ready and desperate to be filled.
Matt turns around, and as he had pushed Chance into the counter when he first came into the bathroom, he’s pushing into him again, but this time with his tight, welcoming hole.
Matt finds the tip of Chance’s hard cock, slick with precum and he knows he can take it, and fuck, he wants it. Matt works himself down onto Chance’s veiny, thick, rock hard cock. Starting slowly at first, Chance lets Matt guide him deeper, deeper, and then with a contented sigh Matt lets Chance know he’s all the way in.
They begin to move together, the delicious friction fueling their passionate thrusts. In the small space their movements are concentrated, quick, powerful and full of deliberate meaning.
Chance wraps his arms around Matt’s blonde haired chest and pulls him back for a kiss, even as he thrusts up into him. Matt moans, softly so we’re not discovered, but that thrill of possibility makes it even more intense. Chance keeps kissing him, his neck, his jaw as he strokes Matt’s pink, erect nipples with one hand and begins to jerk his hard cock with the other. Mirroring his movements inside, with what his hand is doing to him on the outside.
They find that perfect rhythm and its almost as if while Chance is fucking Matt, Matt is fucking Chance’s hand as it grips and twists lightly, sensually on his long, hard dick.
Chance pushes Matt into the wall in an effort to go deeper and Matt responds by sticking his ass out further and arching his back for even more penetration. Chance is still stroking Matt and Chance feels Matt’s hole begin to contract, to tighten. Chance knows Matt is so close.
Chance increases his stroke and tightens his grip on Matt’s cock and he starts to moan lightly and Chance feels Matt’s body convulse as hot, thick streams of cum erupt from him, and hit the wall in front of them. Matt has his head thrown back, as he gives himself to pure pleasure. He feels Chance’s cock head swell in his ass, the sight of Matt’s orgasm has sent Chance over the edge. He can’t help it, nature compels him to fuck Matt harder, grabbing Matt’s hips Chance rams himself in to him, desperate to get his seed as deeply buried as possible.
“Yes” Matt hisses, “Breed me, please fucking breed me” and this sends Chance even more over the edge as he feels his balls tighten and begin shooting into Matts tight, wanting hole. Chance cums so powerfully, all that pent up, potency spraying out that Matt feels it inside of him. Chance explodes once, twice, three times and four times and after a second a fifth time, powerful, hot jets of potent cum, followed by aftershocks that leave Chance almost collapsing on to Matt.
Both men are panting when they hear a knock at the door and freeze. A quiet, amused voice comes through, it’s the flight attendant, “Everything okay in there, sir?” she asks.
“No problem,” Chance manages to choke out, “We’ll be right out.”
Matt looks at Chance and mouths “WE?!?” with wide eyes, as Chance corrects and says “I.”
The flight attendant simply responds with an “All right sir, take your time”. and they hear her leave.
The two men look at each other and start laughing as they realize Chance is still inside Matt.
Chance pulls out, the men kiss and then they turn to the task at hand and start trying to wipe down the bathroom, Chance says “At least we can wipe it down even if we can’t do anything about the smell”.
Matt looks at him, “I love that smell” and smiles his beautiful smile.
“Yeah, I do too” Chance mutters, as he unlocks the door, pushes Matt out and finishes up.
Chance already knows they’re going to need this tiny room again before they land, and he knows Matt can’t wait either.
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