The Last Resort 3
by AKA
“I’m… having a really odd day.”
Tuo smiled. “Not unusual, sir, given the circumstances. I assure you that every guest undergoes a bit of an overwhelming experience.”
“Do you need anything?” Fortis also asked.
I was confused and felt slightly dizzy. What I wanted was what I had wanted before - and what I thought I had received. Namely the unique and overwhelming experience of seeing these men naked, and then seeing what came next.
I could almost see their muscular forms even now, encased in so many layers of clothing and straining for release. I could feel the heat and wetness of Tuo’s asscrack on the pad of my index finger, where I had just been pushing it deeper between his powerful and wonderful buttocks. I wondered how they managed to even hide their giant cocks inside those slacks.
My cock was growing harder and harder. “I think I need to use the bathroom.”
“There are two,” Fortis said, “fore and aft. Perhaps sir would prefer to use the fore restroom. I’m afraid the bed makes use of the aft lavatory a bit daunting.”
I swept the blanket and sheet from my nearly-naked form and said, “Thanks.” I attempted to cover my quickly swelling erection with my hand, but the cabin was already quite dark and I doubted either man saw - or cared.
As I approached the front of the cabin on unsteady feet, the door to the cockpit opened and I saw the silhouette of one of the pilots standing there. Though I should not have been surprised at that point, I was a bit shocked when I realized that this man was every bit as big and broad as my other companions. He reached his hand toward me and took my shoulder with some force, guiding me towards him. “You should be careful, sir.”
I only nodded. “Just trying to make it to the head,” I explained.
“Very good,” he answered. I could not make out his features or details clearly in the darkness, but his voice was the same rich baritone as Tuo and Fortis owned. “I’m Captain Auctoritas,” he said by way of introduction.
“Pleased to meet you,” I said, not even attempting to wrap my tongue around his name. Was it his first name or last? And what sort of a name was that, anyway? Whatever happened to 'John' or 'Tim?'
“I apologize for the turbulence this evening,” he said. I was standing very close to him in the small space. I could smell him. He smelled like un-smoked tobacco and leather and peat. He smelled like a man. He was very large, and as the jet swayed once more, i was pushed against him and could feel that his body was a mass of hard, bulging planes. There was absolutely nothing soft about this man at all.
“No problem,” I said, a bit breathlessly.
He reached around me and opened the bathroom door. The light from within flickered to life. When I was finally offered a view of his face, I think I gasped out loud.
If anything, this man was even more handsome than Tuo or Fortis. A circle of dark whiskers on his upper lip and chin surrounded a pair of soft, full lips that were warmed by his friendly smile. His eyes were the color of caramel, with golden flecks, surrounded by thick lashes and dark brows. His face looked as if it had been carved from a solid block of mahogany, and his skin was the color of the richest dark chocolate imaginable. His neck appeared to be as wide as his head, making his collar strain to contain its mass and muscle. He was not wearing his captain’s cap, and his head was clean-shaven and shiny.
God, he was handsome. And built. And he even smelled nice. “Has Fortis been taking care of you?” he asked. His voice resounded against me like cannon fire.
“Fortis and Tuo have both been performing admirably,” I volunteered.
He nodded with satisfaction, and his eyes flickered quickly up and down me. It was unmistakable, standing so close to him. He was checking me out. “Have you been enjoying your trip so far?”
These were simple questions, but I had the distinct impression that the man was flirting with me. “Yes, everything has been perfect.”
“Everything?” His teeth shone like pearls. He shifted his bulk and I could feel him rub against my hard-on. If he noticed the jutting erection I was pushing against him from under the thin shield of my cotton boxers, he showed no overt notice of it.
I nodded. “I’ve been having some weird dreams,” I said, though I hadn’t meant to admit it.
“But not disagreeable dreams, I trust.”
I shook my head slightly. “Quite…the opposite.”
He exhaled. His breath was warm, and seemed to want to settle on my skin in a most agreeable and suggestive manner. “I’m happy to hear it,” he said. “We endeavor to make every moment of your time with us as pleasurable and satisfying as possible.” He paused, just looking at me, our eyes locked. “Please let me know if there is anything I can do to fulfill any desire you may have.” He emphasized the ‘I’ in his request quite noticeably.
“Thank you.”
“I’m sure that Tuo and Fortis can do so as well, but perhaps there is something that only I can do for you - something...special.”
“I…. I’ll try to think of something,” I said, softly.
“Excellent,” he growled. “I look forward to that.”
We were standing body to body. He was thick with muscle and hard as stone. I backed into the small lavatory compartment and closed the door, sliding the latch closed. My cock was throbbing rock hard in my pants. It rubbed against the edge of the sink as I turned to look at myself in the mirror, sending an intense sexual shock through my overheated body.
“Holy fuck,” I said to my reflection. My cock was tenting my boxer shorts. A wet spot discolored the cotton at its tip. It was practically pushing itself through the fly in my shorts, stiff as a board and wanting some attention.
I’d never felt so hot and horny in my entire life, and my only thought was that there were three men on board this private jet with three hours left in the sky who wanted nothing more than to be able to fulfill any desire I could voice, and they would jump to it like kids at a candy store - and I was the candy.
I opened the flap on my boxers and my cock pushed forward. The head was glistening like glass, and smeared with a copious flow of precum. I grabbed the shaft and squeezed, watching a fat bubble of clear honey emerge. I could hardly make a dent in the thing, and an intense thrill of sex made my whole body heat up as I grabbed on.
Fuck, I was horny! Fuck!
The plane shifted again and I was pushed toward the opposite wall. There was a gentle knock on the door and I heard the captain’s authoritative voice ask, “Are you all right, sir?”
I looked down at my raging hard-on, rubbing the slick helmet with the pad of my thumb and felt my toes curl. “Yes,” I said, swallowing my gasp of intense pleasure, “thank you.”
The door began to move. I thought I had latched it - locked it. The door folded in toward me and I moved backwards, nearly falling ass-first onto the toilet, and the captain came into the small space with me. My cock was pointing at his body like a dowsing rod, the mouth of it drooling honey as it throbbed in time to the beats of my heart.
He looked down at it and smiled. “I see we do have a problem on our hands,” he said. “But thankfully, it’s something easily remedied.” Then his dark eyes shifted upwards and his gaze met mine. “If sir will permit me?”
He reached forward with his left hand and grabbed me, surrounding the hot flesh of my prick in his firm grip. His palm was dry and rough. I tensed at his touch and he, sensing my reaction, pulled his large hand from me and lifted it toward his mouth. He pushed his pink tongue out and slathered a thick coat of spit across his skin, his eyes never leaving mine, before he replaced his lubed grip on my throbbing member and stroked me hard, squeezing insistently.
His attentions were rewarded with another heavy gush of precum. It erupted from the eye of my snake and bathed his hand in honey, causing him to smile brightly. He said, in a gruff growl, “Thank you, sir.” He squeezed me again. He continued to treat my hard-on with rough caresses as he unzipped his trousers and reached inside his fly to extract himself from the cloth cage that held his beast.
I was unprepared for the sight of him. He was gargantuan, easily bigger than what I had observed (or had I imagined?) that my other two companions possessed.
He owned a mammoth shank, overwhelmed with veins, and capped by a large, bulbous head hugged by a tight wealth of foreskin. A dark chocolate stalk of impressive proportions and overwhelming beauty. The man possessed the King of Cocks. I experienced a strong desire to suck it. To feel it explode with hot cream inside my mouth.
He watched me watching him reveal himself. Then he stepped forward and lifted his cock against mine, as if I could transfer the intense throbbing hardness of my steely erection into his limp prick. The magic seemed to work and I watched him thicken and lengthen, gaining even more inches on his colossal manhood.
“Fuck,” I whispered, watching him swell to even bigger dimensions. Then he began to stroke us both in his large hand, slicking up with more spit before grinning in obvious pleasure. I could feel his cock surging against mine, which had already attained its ultimate size. The warm flesh of his hardening tool dragged against me, and I could feel the heat increase in his fat pole.
He leaned down, pressing his body against mine, and kissed me. His free hand crawled up my belly toward my chest, where his nimble fingertips found the hard nub of my nipple and he began to pinch, twist and torture it with sublime familiarity.
I rose up on my toes. It felt as if he was somehow drilling the passion of his touch and his kiss directly toward my prick, sending quicksilver throbs of sexual bliss through my blood until it erupted there, hard and hot and anxious.
He removed his full, soft, warm lips from my hungry mouth and moved them toward my ear. I could feel the rough growth of his beard against my cheek. It felt like the man was growing it thicker as he stood there, increasingly his masculine power by the moment. “Does that feel good, sir?” he asked, as his slick, warm, rough grip stroked us together. His tongue darted out to lick my earlobe. I could feel him speaking from his chest as he leaned into me.
“Yes,” I said. I was surprised any words were coming from my body. I was insanely turned-on.
“Very good sir,” he whispered. He squeezed me hard. It felt like my cock was literally going to explode.
Then he was kissing me again, and playing with my nipples, and rubbing his grip along our two cocks, keeping us both on the edge of orgasmic bliss. I could feel his monster throb and pulse, feel his heart beating as the blood filled his colossus with heat.
I was so very close. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue inside my mouth, opening to receive him, and I was streaming precum in a constant flow, trying not to cum, trying to prolong this sensation of sex and power and then suddenly I could hold on no more and I was blasting hot cream so hard and thick that it felt as if I would black out from the strength of it.
My eyes rolled up inside their sockets and I came hard and full, shoving my pent-up flood from my prick and it felt so good, so fucking good. And I came a bucketful and I kept coming, more and more and more. I shouted with pure pleasure as my cock exploded with cream.
I opened my eyes.
The mirror was blasted with a film of cum. My hand was on my hard on, drenched with hot cream. I was alone, inside the jet’s tiny restroom, and there was a knock on the door.
“It everything all right, sir? I heard your voice and I thought….”
“It… I… I’m all right, Fortis,” I told the steward. “I just…. Give me a minute or two.”
“Very good, sir.”
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. It had happened again, though this time I had clearly not fallen asleep. Or had I? My hand was gripping my own slowly softening erection, it was coated in a thick glaze of cooling cum, and evidence of my heart-stopping, mind-blowing orgasm was slowly oozing down the surface of the mirror above the wash basin.
I reached forward and turned the small faucet on. Cold water rinsed over the sticky cream gathered between my fingers. I pumped some liquid soap over my fingers and washed my hands, then began the process of attempting to wipe away the copious ropes of my cum from everything.
I truly had exploded. Could my balls hold that much? Obviously so, unless the pilot had managed to somehow accompany my explosion with his own and then simply and utterly disappeared, locking the door behind him - from my side of it.
What the hell was going on?