Like James McAvoy

By Tosserlad

Published on Jul 26, 2008

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This is intended to appeal to cocksuckers who like the looks of James McAvoy. But its not about James McAvoy. Others may be offended.

I was not expecting any kind of encounter as I checked onto the flight. Maybe a quite wank in the toilet. I asked for a seat near the back hoping for some space to doze, as it turned out the flight was quite empty. At the gate I saw him walking through the lounge, a slender dude young 20's, about 5'10" with spiky cut dark hair, wearing a black leather jacket and worn jeans.A black tee shirt with light sweat marks under his pits and neat little nipples poking through the cotton. I realised I liked his looks - wide shoulders and slinky fucker hips with a lovely bubble butt and huge knob packet,moments before I realised I was staring at James McAvoy - or someone so like him it didn't matter. 'Hey, mate! You that lad in 'State of Play' ? he was startled by the greeting but then grinned and winked "Could be mate, could be. What you reckon?" His voice was right - sort of broad Glasgow to my ear.Horny.

'Just off to Barcelona for a day or two. You?'

'I'm off to do a little project mate" Non commital - no information one way or the other.

We chatted while the plane loaded. As we talked he slumped against the drink vending machine resting his hand on the side and splaying his legs. I remembered the shots of the actor naked in "Last King of Scotland" - lovely swinging cock. Still not sure if this was the real thing. His baggy crutch was directly at my eye level and I was very conscious of staring at the outline of his sex - as I talked I could not keep my mind off his knob; when did this fit fuck thing have his last orgasm? what underwear was he wearing? He seemed unaware of my eyes. He even unselfconsciously slid his right hand under his waistband and scratched at his balls; it was just a boy habit, like bringing the fingers to his nose after the probing. God, to sniff that. Love un-self-conscious horny straight boys full of jizz and attitude..

We got on towards the end of the boarding and sat together at the back of the 'plane.

I was incredibly horny - I was torn between going to the men's room for relief, and staying close to him. In the end he had cast off his leather jacket and I sat closer to him inhaling the body odour he had built up in his tee shirt with my cock oozing in my briefs. I was in a sex coma. Ninety minutes after take off we were ready to land, an announcement from the captain said we were stacked and circling for 20 minutes. The crew had buckled up and we began to make wide circles over the sea.

He hauled himself up and peered down the plane, then slumped back and nudged me.'Its going to be all clear for you to go to work then queer boy.' He winked, and undid the buckle of his wide belt and top button of his jeans thrusting his crutch forward so that I could see the waistband of his grey briefs. The cotton was stretched over the shape of his sex, and at the end a big clear wet spot. 'Go on mate, do us a favour, you've been staring at it for so long it will only take a moment to deliver. I haven't cum for two days.' I looked down the plane and there was no movement at all.. I leaned over and pressed my face in his armpit - forget poppers, these Scottish lad pheromones were a faster trip, I allowed my hand to fall on his open fly and fingered the big wet slime spot in his briefs scratching his cockhead with a finger tip. Then staring hungrily at the big trapped sex tube stretching in the thin worn cotton I pulled the elastic of his waistband

forward and down and released the hot uncut cock. He took the waistband from my grip and pulled his jeans down allowing the elastic to rest under his loaded tight bollocks. He deftly slid back the foreskin as my head fell involuntarily to his lap. Another even stronger waft of genital sex stink drew me down until he had steered his cock into my throat and my nose resting in his delicious stale dark thick bush. My tongue lapped around his slippery helmet milking his slime, I let my teeth graze the stringy forename and my fingers worked on his balls testing their fullness and fecundity. I unlocked for a moment to get my tongue under the balls, past the restricting waistband of his briefs to the damp warmth of his sweaty lad ass. He squirmed down in the seat to push himself onto my mouth taking the cock between his fingers and jerking it closer to its climax. This lasted for a couple of minutes and the sex tension was building fast. Then he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me roughly back to clamp my mouth round his cock. He thrust into me with a few pelvic twitches and his cock unloaded thick warm ropes of slimy cum against the back of my throat. I suckled on his cock until it had gone slack, cleaning him up and enjoying the flavours.. I sat up and he tucked himself away smirking somewhat.

'What about you then?'

'I'm done mate - swallowing your spunk and the way you jerked into me pushed me right over the edge.'

'What no hands?' he grinned lewdly, raising an eyebrow. God was this him - it looks just like him. I spread my legs and showed the wet patch I could feel. My pants were flooded with cock muck.

'I guess you enjoy travel too ?' he jumped out and went to the men's room with his carry on and returned in a fresh tee shirt and chinos. The plane came in to land. He left me on the plane, nodding towards the seat as he left it with a wink. After watching his sexy arse move down the aisle I looked down under the armrest and there under his newspaper was the crusty wet pair of grey briefs. What a fucking trophy! A pair of fucked up grey underpants off a sex god and his lad funked tee shirt. They never got washed. Slept with my face in his sweaty arm pits or leaky knob for months.

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