The Last Resort 4
by AKA
What the hell was going on?
I sucked in a cooling breath and wiped off my cock. It still tingled with the sensation of the man’s grip on it. I could feel the rough skin of his large hand, and if I closed my eyes again, I could feel his mouth on my mouth. My nipple ached from his manhandling - or had it been my own?
I took a few minutes to clean things up as much as I could do, then I tucked my semi-limp prick back into my boxers and emerged from the lavatory. Fortis was standing outside, near the table, simply smiling. Tuo was nearby, straightening the sheet and blanket on the bed. “I trust everything went smoothly, sir?”
I blushed. I could feel the heat and color on my face and chest. “Everything… everything went accordingly,” I said, trying to think of something to adequately explain my situation.
“Very good, sir,” he said. “Would sir care for anything from the galley? Perhaps a drink, or a late night snack?”
I glanced out the dark windows. “What time is it?”
He did not consult a watch or clock, and said, “It is four-eighteen am, sir. We are two hours from The Resort.”
Obviously, I was wondering what the fuck was going on. “Has anyone else ever… what I mean is, has any other guest ever had...weird...things?”
Tuo stood upright, shifting a concerned look towards me, and Fortis asked, “Sir?”
“I keep having...well, I guess they’d be very, very realistic dreams.”
“Dreams, sir?”
“Or something like dreams.”
Tuo came to stand next to Fortis. Again, I was struck by how alike they were in size, height and muscular development. “Is something the matter, sir?” Tuo asked.
“Not… not necessarily. I mean, I’m not… that is, when it happens, it isn’t, like, bad.” Both men remained quiet as I stumbled around trying to explain that I had been having sex with each of the men on the plane without actually having sex with them.
“Perhaps if sir were to illustrate an example of sir’s dreams?” Tuo asked, politely.
“Well, the first one happened in the car on the way to the airport. We were driving along having a conversation about something and then you pulled off to the side of the road.”
“I understand,” he said.
“And then you….”
“Yes, sir?”
“You came around and opened the passenger door.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you….”
He took a step toward me. “What did I do, sir?”
I swallowed dryly. “You… kind of….”
His head tilted curiously. “Yes, sir?”
The plane lurched suddenly, and I flailed out to steady myself. Both Tuo and Fortis reached towards me, taking my arms in their firm grips and held onto me as the turbulence shook the small craft. “I suggest you return to your bed, sir,” Tuo suggested politely, “until we pass through this unfortunate disturbance.” His voice was calm, if a bit louder than usual, but he seemed as collected and capable as ever.
“I must concur, sir,” Fortis agreed. “If I may assist you?”
The two large men in their crisp uniforms and unusually calm and competent manner, moved me through the small cabin back towards my waiting bed. I noted that the sheets had been straightened and the pillow fluffed, making for an inviting cocoon amidst the sudden pitching of our jet in the sky. They guided me there and I sat a bit roughly, looking up at the two of them.
Their faces did not show concern so much as...a perturbative mask. I took it to mean that the current unsettled flight had upset their desire to provide a perfect experience, so I said, “It’s all right. I’m all right,” more to comfort them than myself.
“We apologize for this,” Fortis said. His eyes flickered downward for a moment, and then he looked at his companion and said, “I am going to have a word with the captain. I’m sure we can avoid this if we readjust our flight pattern.” He looked at me again, his gaze locked on my eyes, and asked, “Would sir object to a late arrival if it proves necessary?”
“I… no, I guess not.”
“Very good, sir. If sir will excuse me?”
I thought his question a mere formality, but he remained standing at my command until I nodded and he turned, working his muscled bulk back up the aisle towards the cockpit.
I looked up at Tuo, and I thought I saw him staring at my crotch for a split-second before our eyes met. I looked down and noticed that in the commotion, my prick had managed to work its way through the fly of my boxers and its eye was staring up at the man just as I had been.
I was hard again - hard as a rock! My cock was a thick stalk throbbing with obvious excitement! In the commotion and surprise of the turbulence, I had grown erect again…how had I not even realized? I blushed hard and felt my whole body grow hot with embarrassment and went to push my erection back inside, mumbling apologies for the rudeness.
“It’s quite understandable, sir. No need for apologies,” Tuo said with his usual pleasantness as if this sort of thing happened all the time. “If I may?”
I looked up at him. “May...what?”
He reached down and placed his warm hand against my hardness. “If I may?” I watched him drop down next to me and he opened my boxers carefully and pulled me free, again. Another shock of embarrassment heated my body. He gently held onto me and then he was lowering his mouth onto the swollen head of my snake and took me inside the warm wetness. I could feel his tongue slathering spit all over my cock and Tuo began to suck and lick and bob his head up and down, making my eyes roll back in my head and my toes to curl.
Fuck, he was good. I was reminded of being in the car with him. It was happening again. I was determined to remain cognizant of everything that I was experiencing, determined not to find myself waking from a dream that I knew was not a dream.
Fuck! He was good! Already, another award-winning delivery of hot cream was ready to explode from the tip of my prick and flood his hungry mouth with his reward. I could hear his deliberations even over the rush of the wind outside the cabin and the roar of the engines. He was obviously enjoying this as much as I was - maybe even more. I had never experienced a blow job given with such...devotion and relish. This was not merely being done to satisfy me, he was doing it because he wanted to do it, and he wanted to do it with a desire and dedication approaching veneration.
The man was worshiping my cock. The slurps and moans and attention were all testament to his absolute worship of my prick, and my pleasure, and to pulling every drop of cum from my balls into his mouth so he could suck it all down like thick warm cream.
I was breathing hard. My arms were steadying me on the bed and his mouth and hands were working absolute fucking miracles on my throbbing erection. “Oh, fuck,” I whispered. “Oh, god. Oh, my god.”
I could feel the explosion building to the point that I could not withstand it. I could feel myself releasing the bounds that chained the beast of this orgasm, and I could not stop it from happening.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, Tuo.”
“Yes, sir?”
He was standing over me. I was in the bed. The aircraft was motionless. “What?”
“We’ve landed, sir. I did not wish to disturb you, you seemed to be enjoying an evidently diverting dream.”
“A dream?”
He smiled. “We will disembark whenever you’re ready, sir. I’ve laid out your clothing. I would be happy to dress you, if you like.”
“Dress me?”
“Yes, sir. Whatever sir requests.”
I looked at his face, and at his mouth. The mouth that had been so devoted to making me cum. The face that kissed me. The body that wanted to be stripped naked and stand before me in all its perfect masculine glory. “I think… I can dress myself.”
“You’re certain, sir? It would be my pleasure.”
I swallowed hard. I was also hard somewhere else. Yet again. “No, I prefer to do it myself.”
“Very good, sir. I shall assist the steward in preparing for our arrival at The Resort.” He turned and I noticed for the first time that Fortis was standing behind him, and after they seemed to confer quietly for a moment, the two broad-shouldered men moved about the cabin, tidying things up.
My fucking cock was hard again. And why wouldn’t it be? That was some fucking realistic dream. I was beginning to question my sanity, though. Was I blacking out repeatedly? How was it that I could never remember some things - how I got back into bed, how I arrived here - and some things were extremely clear in my mind that had apparently occurred only there?
The captain in the bathroom? The two menservants bent over before my hungry gaze? Tuo performing what was easily the most amazing, thorough and indulgent blow job of my entire life?
None of it? Which was real, and which was a dream?
I watched the two men silently straightening up the cabin when the door to the cockpit opened and the dark-skinned and capable captain squeezed his huge frame through the tiny space, moving between the other two men and approaching my bed. My cock throbbed as I recalled what the man looked like - or what I dreamed he looked like - under that crisply pressed uniform.
“Good morning,” he said. He took off his captain’s cap - ah, yes, that shaven scalp - and tucked it under his arm. “I wanted to apologize personally if your flight was less than perfect. We do try to avoid the occasional flight disturbances, but the sky is not always as accommodating as we might like.” He smiled, his perfect teeth almost blindingly bright against his coffee-colored skin.
“It’s all right,” I answered. I was acutely aware of the hard-on throbbing intensely between my legs. I glanced down his body, attempting surreptitiously to gain another look at the heavy shank of sex meat the man owned. I could remember its size and appearance acutely. It had been burned permanently into my brain. I could almost see it, now, the fat shaft and the beautiful head wrapped in a cowl of foreskin. It had thick veins that ran along its length. I could feel it pressed against my own, within the strong grip of his hand as he stroked us in unison.
The King of Cocks.
“Are you all right, sir?” he asked.
I looked up. He was still smiling. “Yes, I...sorry, I’m just a little….”
“An uneasy sleep will do that, sir. I suggest we deplane and get you into the sunlight and fresh air. I’m sure you’ll find The Resort to be everything you ever wished for.”
“I’m sure,” I said. “Thank you.”
“Is there...anything else I can do with you before you leave?”
“Do with me?”
“Sir?” One of his elegant eyebrows arched on his handsome head.
“You said, ‘Do with me.’”
“For you, sir. Excuse me, but I asked if there was anything I can do for you. Pardon me if I was unclear.”
“No, that’s… It’s my fault. Maybe I am a little tired.”
“Sir had a bit of a rough flight. It’s quite understandable.”
He stood there at attention, awaiting my orders, straight of back, hat tucked under his arm. The sight of him, the sense of his authority and capability, the size of him and his muscular frame and his incredibly handsome face - it all made my prick tingle and throb. Was it possible for a hard-on to get a hard-on? “I think… I mean I don’t think….”
“Anything, sir?” I had not noticed that Tuo and Fortis were no longer on board the jet. “Anything at all?” He set aside his captain’s hat and his large, capable fingers went to the buttons of his jacket. He began to undo them one by one.
“I assure you, sir, that we only wish to satisfy your every desire.”
He pulled the jacket from the mountain range spread across his shoulders and it fell to his feet as he undid the knot in his tie.
“And I wouldn’t be happy with my role in your visit if you left feeling unsatisfied.”
He pulled the tie from his collar and it dropped to the carpet as well. He placed his hands at the placate of his crisply ironed shirt and pulled it apart with a hard thrust. Buttons flew everywhere as he exposed the awesome muscular perfection of his torso and chest.
“Please, don’t hesitate to voice any desire you may be having.”
The shirt was tossed away as he unbuckled the black leather belt, and unzipped his fly.
“I am only here for you, sir.”
He pulled his pants open and then shoved them off his hips.
The King of Cocks was already rising to the occasion. My god, he was magnificent. I watched in open-mouthed awe as it grew ever larger. His overwhelming sexuality inflated it with hot blood. The veins along its length swelled and the head bloomed from its tight hood, red and delicious.
“Anything at all, sir?” he growled.
I sat up and he moved towards me. The end of his cock was at my mouth. I watched the helmet emerge as he continued to expand. I stuck my tongue out and licked him, and he groaned with evident satisfaction. I grabbed him in my right hand, barely managing to encircle the girth of his masterful tool in my grip, and guided him into my mouth.
He had a jawbreaker, that was for sure. I had never seen a cock so large, and I had seen plenty of cock. He filled my mouth and I could feel the heat of him as he continued to swell, growing thicker even as I began to suck on him.
His hands grasped my head and he began face-fucking me. The man knew how to take charge, and it was exactly what I wanted from him. His mammoth appendage shoved itself against the back of my throat and I nearly gagged. But I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him swell and erupt and push gallons of hot cream into my guts like lava.
I reached down with my free hand to stroke myself as I sucked his joint. It was happening in tandem, and in some fashion it felt as though I was sucking my own cock, if I owned the biggest fucking cock on the planet, of course.
My jaw hurt, but I didn’t care. I grew close to ejaculation quickly, overheated as I was both by the incredible beauty of the man before me, and by the size of the cock I was trying diligently to make come.
He began to breath heavily. I looked up and he was biting his bottom lip and looking down at me, master to servant. I licked him and sucked him and I could feel my own explosion drawing near when his cock suddenly swelled larger and I knew he was going to deliver my reward.
I closed my eyes to sink fully into the sensation of it. He groaned and sucked in a breath and his hands on my head tightened and I knew he was there, right there, ready to pop. There was a rushing sound, and the feeling of movement. Something dazzled me, like flashes of light outside my closed eyes, and then...