Dutch - 1. Chapter 1 : Coming Home

Kevin feels torn by the desire to relax and feel free, versus maintaining the conduct expected of every military personnel while in public. The excitement stepping onto the bus for the airport actually made his heart beat faster. Right now all he wants to do is be home. Like most, he misses his family, friends, and his German Shepherd, Bear. Even with some semi familiar faces of fellow soldiers, he never officially met yet any, just in passing. This is one those small airport busses to transport passengers to the airport.

A couple guys in the back are sharing their travel plans. Across from Kevin sat one of those stoic chiseled military perfection types. It’s interesting that someone like him, so unwrinkled and crisp, still sat slightly slouched in the seat and knees wide apart. Some guys say it’s to let some of the heat escape. Some say this is the best way to, “keep the boys from being crushed”, and there are others, who confess, letting anyone who wishes to look feast for their pleasure. Kevin tried to imagine, all be it briefly, which this particular Captain America identifies with. Using a long traditional technique of ulterior motive distraction, Kevin swiveled his head about as if to determine their precise location. This gives perfect cover for the bypass eye groping adding up the details into one perfect picture in his mind. It may appear to have been noticed by the target, after all. With each pass the details seem more pronounced, maybe even lengthening. To be sure Kevin quickly scanned Mr Military, only to find an expressionless stare directly at Kevin’s face. This creature seemed to be a master at this game.

Predictably the bus had come to a stop at the airport. Kevin played a litany of scenarios in order to strike up a conversation. To no avail because someone else beat him to it. However, he isn’t walking away Completely empty handed. As He pulled his rucksack from the shelf, Kevin allowed the weight of it to brush the back of his hand against the tight fly filled with heat and manhood. A millisecond that sometimes lasts a lifetime.

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Soon all traces of his busmates had disappeared. The mission at hand was getting the passes, finding the gate and preparing for departure. The side mission was, scan the details of the fillie candy everywhere, and the occasional frank and beans. All is moving as planned. Kevin found amusement in the hussle and bussle. The secret knowing glances shared with spouses completely unaware of the experience. Good times.

As the gate was located and the expected wait time had been established, Kevin scanned the immediate surroundings for its available resources. It isn’t any surprise to see a spattering of military uniforms in this airport, and it gave way to a slanted smile from a particularly handsome father of at least two. Child number one had climbed to the top of Daddy’s shoulders, and child number two currently occupied Mommies attention. Just past the chaos of children a public restroom was spotted. Bingo, exactly what he needed before getting on a plane.

Navigating this labyrinth of a bathroom, lead Kevin to a large U shaped room lined generously with urinals. As men are silently required to do if at all possible, Kevin took his place between two empty urinals. Even in that distance all guys know, without the dividers, all can be seen. Some men are either afraid to have their smaller tater tots seen, or are afraid to visibly get excited that they get as far into the basin, without getting wet, as they can. More common are the, if you want to see it, here it is, guys. Side glances and extra syphon pulls are plentiful. Occasionally an semi can be seen forming. Very few are brave enough to stay for the full mast, only the extreme masculine or the feminine easy to read guys are willing to put on a show of sorts.

Kevin took note of a close contact walkup joining at the urinal to his right. For these occasions, we like to use the mechanical structure of the room as a cloak. Eyes up, inspect the wall, check the ceiling, scan to see if most of the ceiling is the same, as and down to a face check for level of handsome qualities, down to see what you can of their most “private” part, and back to yourself with a sideward glance to see if the process is shared. This time, however, the face was Daddy without the kids. By the time Kevin reached the Private part of the process, he clearly was given a semi show. As Daddy neared the end of his mechanical scan he was privy to a full on military show of its weaponry. Obviously, this was more than he asked for and full civilian staff had been reached. Daddy quickly stashed his baby maker away and headed for the sink area. Kevin followed at a respectable distance and took note of Daddy texting on his way. Kevin took the sink to Daddy’s left and managed to look him in the eyes through the mirror. Daddy glanced down as if to suggest Kevin doing the same. That’s when he saw an undelivered text reading, “Never done this, I want to show support for the military.”

Satisfied Kevin had read the message, Daddy turned to the furthest area where multiple stalls were tucked away. After he entered he kept the door cracked to see if his military man was coming. Kevin took the hint and joined Daddy in his stall. Looking unsure what to do, Kevin pointed at the toilet seat and whispered, squat in his ear. The command was quickly followed while Kevin unleashed his own baby maker. Daddy looked Kevin in the face as Kevin placed a hand to the back of Daddy’s neck. With no effort he gently guided the way.

Interesting to note, that when an unskilled newby is attracted to the recipient, he will display talent he never knew he had. Daddy was hungry for it. He didn’t have time to waste, he needed to get everything he could in a very short amount of time. This need was met by the same urgency from Kevin. This was a release a long time coming. Daddy didn’t know what to expect when the first blast hit the back of his throat with such force. He feared a mess so he plunged Kevin into his throat to swallow every following blast. When the main event subsided, Daddy pulled off and looked at Kevin’s satisfying stare. Daddy took a few more seconds to lovingly kiss and squeeze everything Kevin continued to produce. Another smile and Daddy was gone.

Kevin’s own mission became urgent as he heard the first call for his flight. The flight attendants quickly escorted him onto the plane and informed him that one of the passengers had a guest who could not join him for this flight and has offered to give him the extra seat in first class. Kevin quickly accepted and was lead to his new seat. Soon after, the bearer of this gift had been allowed to join him. Once Kevin was certain he quickly jumped up to assist his generous host with his carryon in the upper cabinet. Once seated, They shared pleasantries while Kevin took stock of the obviously wealthy 40ish something well built host.

Outside the window they could see the world was already dark and after every passenger was settled in, the plane began to move towards the runway. Before getting there an attendant offered pillows and blankets to the gentleman who were grateful for the comfort. As the lights turned off and the plane was jostling down the runway, Kevin felt contact from the sides of their knees. Even more interesting is no one pulled away nor made any movement. It didn’t take long to be in the air and the flight attendants to serve drinks. They both decided on scotch and cheered each other for a safe trip.

After things settled down enough to get some shuteye, Kevin took note that being located near the first class lav in the last row, they were essentially alone. Stan, the seat host, had taken ownership of the armrest between them. He turned to Kevin and suggested they could share it one further forward and the other near the back. Kevin declined the offer with grace. With both blankets getting adjusted to gain maximum coverage, eventually they overlapped a good portion. Stans hand had dropped to the seat on Kevin’s side of the armrest, so Kevin took ownership of the forward portion of the armrest. Sifting slightly for the best armrest angle created a contact with Stans hand to the side of Kevin’s thigh. In a minor twist seemingly away from Kevin, Stans hand had been lifted higher in a similar restless movement, Kevin found his thigh directly under the heat being produced from Stans palm. Less than a quarter of an inch above, it took several minutes to land on Kevin’s strong hot thigh.

As the plane jostled, Stans hand slid further into the valley. Notably his pinky now rested on the side of Kevin’s balls and only an inch below Kevin’s growing erection. Kevin took his turn to swing his hand off the armrest landing on the very expensive dress pants covering Stans thigh. The silkiness aided the slide up to first contact. It was the sideways thrust of Stans member grateful for the contact. this gave Stan all the permission he needed to begin undoing Kevin’s zipper. Each adjustment added more heat and pressure and Kevin let out a breathy pant. With a little effort, Stan had released Kevin’s prick from its jail. With a firm grip and a passionate response. Stan began to knead the length of his prize.

Turning his attention to Stan, Kevin worked the zipper and pulled that hard cock out to feel every inch and rubbed a healthy amount of precum over the head and down the shaft. Infact, it created the perfect amount of lube which got replenished with every stroke over the large bulbous mushroom head. Kevin took a break to work Stans balls out so he could feel the heat from bare contact. Surprisingly Stan seemed to have the perfect amount of well trimmed pubes. Also, Kevin found Stan mimicked every move he made.

With careful slow movements, not to alarm anyone of the happenings under the blankets. Stan lifted the armrest and gradually turned away from Kevin. No words were needed to know what he wanted. But Kevin just couldn’t bring himself to give Stan what he wanted. He looked so innocent saddened that he took things too far too fast. Kevin feigned discomfort in order to turn away from Stan as he put his pants back in order. Just feeling like it crossed some magical line made Kevin feel so much guilt. Why is he so desperate for attention? Why couldn’t he just give Stan what he wanted? What would everyone back home say if they knew any of this.

Kevin played those things through his mind until he felt himself drift off to sleep. Stan interrupted Kevin’s test by spooning him close enough to reach around to give him a spit laden handjob. A short time later one of these strokes gave way to a puddle forming on the seat. Immediately after Stan felt Kevin stiffening even in his legs and his back, Stan increased in both speed and grip. Now a rhythm began to form with warmth as the grip drew Kevin nearer. Only allowing his breath to change let Stan know that he was going to cum, Stan gripped the head tight to catch most of it in his hand. A few uncomfortable quick jerks Kevin felt Stan’s grip leave him to calm himself. Kevin listened as Stand went into the Lav, probably clean up, or maybe to lick it off his hand. Who cares really, Kevin just hoped he would be left alone for the rest of the flight.