Avery has long been servicing the hunky pilot Wyatt Kettenhauer, but he wants to be treated with a little more respect. He never thought Wyatt would agree to experience the glory of a twink on top!
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Avery Flowers felt his heart jump when Captain Kettenhauer made eye contact with him. He had pale green eyes like an ancient jade sculpture, and Avery couldn’t look away from them. Avery was serving drinks in first-class, so Captain Kettenhauer didn’t do anything right then. He just nodded at Avery, who ignored him, looking away as though he hadn’t seen.
This was it. Avery intended to stand up for himself today, for the first time since he was a schoolboy. But it was tough — Captain Kettenhauer was tall, muscular and ungodly handsome. He had perfect skin and a handsome, square-jawed face, dark hair and so much swagger it oozed from his pores like sweat. His chest was broadly muscled, pecs rippling beneath the pilot uniform, which was pressed and neatly done up, looking like it came straight out of the drycleaner. Which it probably did, Kettenhauer drycleaned all of his clothes, even his tee shirts.
But Avery no longer liked him. He still like Captain Kettenhauer’s physique, of course. Avery was a great admirer of the male form, and Kettenhauer’s was admirable indeed. Avery couldn’t deny that.
What he didn’t like was that Captain Kettenhauer was such a jerk. He was such a jerk that Avery didn’t see it at first, his jerkiness was too big to look at, too bright, considering him an asshole would be looking directly at the sun. He liked letting Avery jerk him off in the bathroom on long flights, and he liked ramming Avery up the ass on lonely nights in lonely hotel rooms in obscure cities.
But only when he couldn’t get a woman. He made it clear that Avery was his second choice, and he didn’t make it clear in a polite way either. He was demanding, entitled, selfish, annoying and frankly a bore. His handsomeness covered all that up, but Avery saw through the dimples.
The final straw happened on a Jetlong flight two weeks ago. Kettenhauer had told Avery to wait for him in the bathroom cuz he needed to “blow his wad”, then got distracted by a woman in first-class. Avery was entirely willing, eager even, to service him.
Avery had waited there in the bathroom for fifteen minutes, an eternity on a flight. He got written up, and Captain Kettenhauer never even came to tell him he had gotten a blowjob from a woman in the cockpit next to that idiot copilot Spelton, so he didn’t need Avery. Avery was humiliated. He couldn’t explain why he hadn’t completed his duties for so long, so the airline believed he had irritable bowel or something similar, cuz why else would he sit in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes? Avery looked like an idiot. The airline’s HR bitch asked if he needed to consider a diaper for long-haul flights.
And the first-class woman who dispensed blowjobs like cheap lipstick wasn’t even hot — the woman who sucked Kettenhauer’s dick in the cockpit (and probably sucked Spelton off too) — she looked like a sexy weasel in a cartoon. It turned out she gave a crappy blowjob, especially for a wing wench — that’s a woman who lusts for pilot cock. Giving a pilot a blowjob in the cockpit during a flight was the main goal in life for a wing wench, and this tubby-ass saggy-titted bitch couldn’t even do it right. Avery was simmering. Kettenhauer seemed to think he was being nice by telling Avery how shitty her blowjob was, thus implying that Avery’s mouth was better. That just made it clear to Avery that Kettenhauer chose her over him because Kettenhauer liked her and didn’t like him. Avery was willing to suck a nut out of him anytime he needed it, and Avery did it properly. Avery got his men off.
That was two weeks ago. Avery had only seen Kettenhauer a couple times since then, but he didn’t work one of Kettenhauer’s flights, so he didn’t have a chance to confront him about being treated like a lingering cough. Or maybe Avery was just a coward.
In truth, Avery was fine with simply jerking Kettenhauer off and not getting anything in return. Avery loved muscular, macho alpha males like Kettenhauer, and they usually treated Avery like a talkative fleshlight. That was normal. There was something altogether patronizing and dismissive about the way Kettenhauer did it though and about the way he invited Avery to meet him in the bathroom yet again on this flight.
Avery did so, despite his misgivings. He waited until he was in between beverage services, then hurried into the bathroom and shut the door. He flipped the sign to read ‘occupied’, and he waited. When Kettenhauer didn’t show up right away, Avery nervously fidgeted, his fury steadily growing.
That time, Kettenhauer did show up. No women had propositioned him. Even giants fall now and then. So Kettenhauer sneered, called Avery a pansy and shoved his dick down Avery’s throat. Then he failed to back Avery up when he got in trouble again for being missing during the next beverage service.
That was exactly how this went, and Avery once again accepted that. Kettenhauer took Avery for granted, neverminding that Avery was a busy flight attendant. Kettenhauer did it again that night, in the middle of dinner service. He just stood there by the bathroom door, tapping his feet like he didn’t notice Avery was busy doing something. He used to bring Avery to his hotel room to really ram at his ass, but that was months ago, and nowadays he barely spoke, he just saw Avery as a warm mouth he could drain his load into. And Avery allowed it. Kettenhauer had walked out afterwards without a word of thanks and even without saying goodbye. He just zipped up like Avery was some sort of masturbatory urinal, and then he was gone.
And that was, at last, the final straw for Avery. He had some self-respect.
When the plane started cruising, Avery knew Captain Kettenhauer would signal for a dalliance. And when Captain Kettenhauer came out into the cabin and made eye contact with him, his broad chest heaving beneath his uniform shirt, Avery just smiled politely.
Kettenhauer cocked his head to the side. He raised his eyebrows. He motioned towards the bathroom — he was being more forward than normal. He must have decided Avery ignoring him meant ‘yes’ then, because he went into the bathroom with one eyebrow raised, aimed in Avery’s direction. Avery finished checking with the first-class passengers, then headed for the bathroom. No one noticed that he went into the same bathroom that Kettenhauer had gone into moments before
“Finally…” Kettenhauer said, like he was annoyed but also like he was only pretending to be annoyed but also like his pretending was really for real. His furrowed brow accentuated those dimples that made Avery swoon into his powerful arms.
But Avery resisted that urge today.
Kettenhauer already had his cock out, his massive uncut manhood flopping out the fly of his slacks. He didn’t take off his pants or his shirt, which was typical for him, even though he knew Avery loved massaging his chest. He was too good to take any clothes off. Avery wasn’t worth it.
Kettenhauer said, “You better hurry. Spelton is my copilot again today, and god knows he’s gonna have to take a shit, he’ll complain if I’m not there-“
“I’ll be very quick,” Avery said, holding his hand up to shut the man up. Captain Kettenhauer threw his eyebrows back — Avery had never interrupted him. “I’m… done jerking you off..”
“What?”
“I’m not your little cum-hole. You left me in the bathroom two weeks ago. You got me in trouble, nearly fired, because you couldn’t be bothered to tell me you found someone better, someone with a nasty-ass pussy.”
“I didn’t even fuck her pussy,” he said with a snort and a sigh. “You’re still upset about that?”
“I am. I have a right to be. So I’m not messing with you anymore,” Avery said. He crossed his arms over his chest.
“I know what this is about,” Captain Kettenhauer said. He sighed. “Fine. I’ll take my shirt off. I’ll flex my muscles.” He knew that was what Avery liked, and he quickly unbuttoned his uniform shirt. He shrugged off that shirt, then lifted his undershirt over his chest — even the undershirt was pristine white, presumably drycleaned. His broad chest was laden with muscle, dappled with hair and big meaty flesh. He flexed his pecs. The sight of those broad muscles jiggling made Avery’s dick rocket to attention. Captain Kettenhauer smiled like a cocky bastard — he knew very well what effect his muscles had on someone like Avery.
Avery blushed and focused on remaining strong. He kept his face stony and dry. Kettenhauer flexed his biceps, and Avery felt dizzy as he caught a whiff of Kettenhauer’s cologne and his underlying musk.
He had to force himself not to suckle Kettenhauer’s nipples like a baby. His hairy chest was so inviting, and the bulge in his tight slacks made Avery lick his lips.
“No,” Avery said, breathing a sigh of relief that he had remained strong.
“You’re really saying no? Fine… Avery, what do you want? I’m sorry I was treating you poorly, okay? I just… I-“
“I don’t want to be your consolation prize when you can’t get a woman,” Avery said. “I get you off better than any woman, don’t I?”
“It’s different…” Kettenhauer sighed and rolled his eyes. You could tell he never really had to advocate for himself. “I’m not going to mess with you when I have a woman begging for it,” Captain Kettenhauer said.
“Then I guess we’re through,” Avery said. He tried to turn around, but that was difficult in the tiny bathroom.
“Wait… I’ll do whatever you want, Avery. Come on. Just forgive me,” Kettenhauer said. He grabbed Avery by the head and kissed him right on the lips. That was the first time they kissed — when Avery had tried a few months ago, Captain Kettenhauer rolled his eyes and said no way. He said it was unsanitary, he said he doesn’t even like kissing women. Now Avery felt a surge of desire deep within him as Captain Kettenhauer’s tongue plunged into his mouth.
“It’s gonna take more than a kiss to convince me,” Avery said. He felt dizzy from being so close to Kettenhauer’s chest, which reminded him why Avery had felt lucky when he first got to handle his dick. He was the kind of man women threw themselves after, and not just wing wenches, nice women. He was handsome, had a good job and plenty of money, a full head of hair. Men shouldn’t be allowed to have everything, Avery thought. He put his hands on his hips.
“What then? I said I’m sorry,” Kettenhauer said with an insouciant grin, like a child who thought apologizing could fix any problem.
“We have to be equals from now on. You have to bottom, not half the time, I know that’s too much, but at least some of the time. I want you to jerk me off, and you have to take it in the ass,” Avery said. He hadn’t planned on demanding that, but it felt good to say it, even if he knew that was the same as dropping Captain Kettenhauer, who would never agree.
It’s foolish to demand something you can’t get if you can’t enforce the demand, so Avery regretted saying all that. He was going to lose his bargaining position, he thought.
Captain Kettenhauer laughed, seriously at first, then performatively, then he looked into Avery’s eyes and his laughter turned into a nervous rumble as he realized Avery was serious. He flexed his pecs again, making them ripple beneath Avery’s touch. Avery blushed. Kettenhauer’s laughter turned into a scowl. “I could find someone another man willing to do it.”
Avery shrugged. “Sweet. Later.” He turned around. “Tell him I said hi.” Avery moved his hand to open the bathroom door.
“Wait!” Kettenhauer said, and Avery turned back to face him, re-shutting the bathroom door, which had only ever been open a crack. Kettenhauer sighed, rearranged the stiffy in his slacks and rolled his eyes. When he didn’t say anything after a very long time, Avery turned around again to leave, but Captain Kettenhauer stopped him. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll… do it.”
“Do what?”
“I’ll bottom for you, Avery, okay? I’ve done it before. Not since I was a teenager, but…”
“Really?”
“Really. Just hurry up,” Kettenhauer said. He squeezed down to his knees between Avery and the sink. His face, normally so placid and square-jawed, was now flushed and tense.
Avery hurriedly took his dick out the fly of his pants, exactly like Kettenhauer usually made him do it — it had always seemed extra-humiliating to jerk off a man who didn’t see him as important enough to even drop his pants to his ankles. Avery’s cock was substantial, not as big as Captain Kettenhauer’s, but big enough to make Kettenhauer’s eyes bug out. He’d never noticed Avery had a sizable cock.
Kettenhauer wasted no time in opening his mouth. He hesitated before putting it in his mouth, waiting to see if Avery would make him go through with it or just wanted to see if he was willing. Avery re-crossed his arms over his thin chest, and Kettenhauer swallowed his dick in one smooth motion. He gagged the moment Avery’s dick touched his tongue.
“Hmmm…” Intense pleasure hit Avery right away. His dick was already half-hard from being so close to Captain Kettenhauer’s bare chest and smelling the sweat beading up on his shoulders, and now that he was stimulated by that hot, moist mouth, Avery was overcome by some of the most intense sensations of his life.
It wasn’t, objectively speaking, very good. Kettenhauer’s mouth was clumsy and awkward, not to mention toothy, like a dull shark. Captain Kettenhauer towered over Avery, so in order to get his mouth on Avery’s dick, he had to awkwardly bend his head down in the tiny bathroom. He jutted his ass out, bumping into the side of the toilet.
Avery massaged his strapping back muscles, as sparks of ecstasy erupted throughout Avery’s body. There was a tattoo of an old lady’s face over Kettenhauer’s left shoulderblade. Avery had never asked him who it was, because he rarely saw Captain Kettenhauer without a shirt on in the light. But he had gathered it was Kettenhauer’s late grandmother, his grandmother, who had raised him and whom he was close to until she died a few months ago. It was sweet enough to remind him that Kettenhauer was not really a bad man. He was just selfish.
Men raised by grandmothers are like that. Grandmothers are too lenient, too loving, too unwilling to punish their babies. And Kettenhauer had probably always been too handsome to discipline.
Plus, Pilots inherently have a messianic complex, that’s what that is, Avery thought as spasms of pleasure coursed through his body. Pilots and surgeons are always arrogant bastards.
As precum leaked from his dick, Avery moaned. He threw his head back, excited to be on top and in charge for once. He didn’t think he could throat Captain Kettenhauer down like Kettenhauer usually did when the tables were turned — that just wasn’t Avery’s nature, and in any case, it might have made him cum right away, before he had a chance to get in Captain Kettenhauer’s ass. But he tried his best to get his dick down Kettenhauer’s throat, to make him choke the way he made Avery choke.
“Ewck! Gimme a sec!” Kettenhauer pulled off Avery’s cock, and he looked away from it. Another gag rippled out of him, and he spat up a mouthful of saliva, precum and a few stray pubic hairs. Avery gripped Kettenhauer by his thick black hair, which was carefully combed and parted, and he jammed his dick back down his gullet.
Since Avery was smaller than Kettenhauer, his dick fit very easily into his throat. That didn’t stop Kettenhauer from gagging. It didn’t slow him down any, and he even seemed to enjoy the experience, though Avery knew he would never admit it.
Someone jiggled the door handle then, and Avery froze. His dick was in Captain Kettenhauer’s throat, pulsating, spasming, as Avery wondered if he was about to get caught. But of course the door was locked.
“Occupied!” Avery called out, then repeated himself in Spanish. “¡Ocupado!” To him, his voice was quavering and nervous, and he thought whoever it was must realize what was happening.
But of course, that wasn’t obvious just from Avery’s tone of voice. It probably sounded like he didn’t feel well, he thought, and the person outside the door moved on to the other bathroom without saying a word. Avery breathed deeply, suddenly aware of intense bliss hitting his body. He had been so distracted he barely noticed how close he was to cumming until the interruption was gone and then the sensations were so intense Avery’s knees went weak.
Precum flowed freely down Kettenhauer’s throat. The sour flavor made Kettenhauer wrinkle his nose and scrunch up his eyes, but he didn’t stop. Avery had to stand on his toes to get his dick at the right height for Captain Kettenhauer, even with Kettenhauer stooped down as far as he could get.
Avery’s dick throbbed. He was near orgasm, but Avery slowed himself down the best he could. He wanted to make this last as long as possible.
“Alright, turn around,” Avery said, hurriedly, to get onto the next phase before he blew his load early. His delicate face and chest were bright red from both exhilaration and the intensity of his impending orgasm.
Kettenhauer pulled off Avery’s dick and breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped his face clean of his own spit and Avery’s precum, blushed intensely and pulled another pubic hair off his lip, where it got caught up with his magnificent mustache. He gagged then, and he looked away from Avery. His handsome face was hopeful, clean-cut jaw quivering. Again, it looked like he thought Avery might be willing to say he was forgiven, that he had done enough already, but Avery just nodded for him to continue.
Avery didn’t often get to top ultra-handsome machos, and he wasn’t about to give up the opportunity.
Captain Kettenhauer dropped his slacks, revealing his thick cock, which made Avery’s mouth water. Normally Avery would have fallen to his knees and demanded Kettenhauer throat him down. But instead, he made Kettenhauer turn around, grip the back of the toilet and lower his ass to Avery’s crotch-height. That was an uncomfortable position for Kettenhauer, who was so tall he had to struggle to get his ass low enough to be rammable.
Avery always kept a tube of lubricant in his pocket, for these sorts of airplane-bathroom dalliances. This was the first time he had used it on someone else’s hole though. As Avery wedged his dick between Kettenhauer’s asscheeks, he felt a surge of pride that he had stuck to his guns.
“You need to start buying the lube,” Avery said, smiling — he was on a roll for sticking up for himself. “You’re the one with the massive cock that needs lubricant, and you get paid more than me. You buy the lube from now on.”
“Fine,” Kettenhauer said through clenched teeth. Then he let out a loud oomph as Avery pushed the tip of his dick in. Kettenhauer’s voice broke.
The lube helped a lot with getting his dick in, but once he got started and hit Captain Kettenhauer’s prostate, Avery found his resistance melting away. Kettenhauer howled as quietly as he could — luckily the first-class bathroom was nearly soundproof, so only someone right next to the door would hear. Kettenhauer gripped the wall of the airplane bathroom.
He had to struggle at first, with Captain Kettenhauer gritting his teeth and trying to hide how difficult it was for him. But the more Avery rammed back and forth, the easier it got for him. It was clear that Kettenhauer felt pleasure beneath the pain, an ever-mounting sense of desire that made his nipples hard, his skin prickle and his own dick leak precum into his hand.
That’s right, Captain Kettenhauer had an erection. He didn’t know when or why it happened, and Avery didn’t even notice it yet, but Kettenhauer’s cock was rock-hard, throbbing and spewing precum into his hand, even as he endured Avery’s cock invading him up behind.
The plane hit a sudden spot of turbulence, and Captain Kettenhauer fell over. He held onto the bar on the wall, meant for disabled passengers who needed help getting on and off the toilet, while Avery had nothing to support himself on but Kettenhauer’s muscled back itself. Avery would have fallen over but for that back, and if he had fallen over, he might well have knocked the door open and fallen, dick out and on the verge of orgasm, into the corridor that ran down the center of the plane.
But Avery managed right himself, and he got his cock all the way up Kettenhauer’s behind. He laid on Captain Kettenhauer’s torso, grinding his face into that tattoo of his grandmother, which stretched over his powerful shoulderblade. Kettenhauer grunted but held him up easily with his towering legs. Avery had little leverage since his feet weren’t on the ground, but it was easier since he wasn’t crammed into the tiny space between Kettenhauer’s ass and the door. That gave Kettenhauer room to spread his feet farther, which opened his ass wider.
And that, in turn, allowed Avery to pound him like a top should. He was no longer so worried about hurting Kettenhauer, who didn’t seem to have any limit — after some initial resistance, he was bottoming like an old pro.
Finally an orgasm overwhelmed him. Avery wanted to keep going, but he knew Captain Kettenhauer had been right about his copilot Spelton. Sooner or later, his and Kettenhauer’s absence was going to be noted, and they’d both be in trouble. So Avery didn’t fight back or slow down when he felt his climax coming on.
Incredible pleasure slammed his spine, and Avery bit his lip to stifle a moan. The fixtures in the bathroom rattled as Captain Kettenhauer grunted and shook, his powerful body rattling the toilet and the sink, on which he supported himself.
Cum flew into Kettenhauer’s ass, a bigger load than Avery had ever experienced. He moaned loudly this time, blushing, praying no one outside could hear. His entire body spasmed and he went weak. He nearly fell down but supported himself on Kettenhauer’s body.
Then at last it was over. Avery drained his balls into Kettenhauer’s ass, feeling so small he was like a child in comparison to Kettenhauer’s strapping frame. Avery sighed and slapped him on the ass just like Kettenhauer did him. It sent a shiver of post-orgasmic bliss up Avery’s spine.
He pulled out and sighed. Avery grabbed some toilet paper to clean himself off, while Captain Kettenhauer winced and sat on the edge of the sink. He had to lower his head to avoid bumping it on the roof of the bathroom.
“Thanks,” Avery said. “I really didn’t think you would do it.”
Kettenhauer winced. “I’m not doing it a lot. Or ever again. I’m a top, Avery. Forever more.”
“I know,” Avery said with a big smile.
Uh, Captain Kettenhauer, where are you? I need a break.
That was Spelton’s voice, the copilot, coming over on the radio attached to Captain Kettenhauer’s uniform. He sounded strained, like he desperately needed to use the bathroom. Kettenhauer sighed and rolled his eyes. His disgusted look made Avery giggle. Kettenhauer shushed him and spoke into his radio. “Yeah, Spelton, sorry, I uh… I didn’t feel great. I’ll be up there in a minute to relieve you.”
Okay, thanks.
Captain Kettenhauer slowly rebuttoned his uniform shirt. Avery was sorry to see his chest disappear, but he was glad to have a more equal relationship. He remained naked for now, since they couldn’t leave the bathroom at the same time. He wanted to wait for there to be more room to put his clothes back on.
“Thanks a lot, Avery,” Kettenhauer said as he shoved past Avery to get to the door. He winced at the soreness remaining in his ass. “Wifey’s been a total bitch lately, so I needed this. I needed you.”
“I needed you too, Captain,” Avery said. He gave him a mocking salute while Captain Kettenhauer opened the door, checked for anyone nearby, then crept out.
“Are you gonna be on the flight to Santiago?” Kettenhauer asked, whispering from the corridor. He sounded hopeful for once, rather than entitled.
“They couldn’t keep me away,” Avery said.
