Our plane took off. As we gained distance from the glittering grid of lights below us, I felt my shoulders drop. Leaving the city and escaping up into the air, I felt like a caged bird finally set free. Down there, somewhere, was all the drama that was my life. The office, my former mistress, my wife, and the house in which I had been made to sleep on the couch.
The plane, a private jet owned by the firm, leveled. The lights came back on and I found my reflection staring back at me in the window. I looked older than I felt, my salt and pepper hair having more and more salt in it. Still, I knew I was looked good in my expensive suit.
It would be so easy for me to pick up a girl in the hotel bar later…
I tried to put the thought out of my head. I wanted to stay faithful to my wife, I really did. But temptations were everywhere.
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“Boss, look,” said Arturo, interrupting my thoughts. He leaned over me and pointed out the window, towards the ground. “Isn’t that the golf club?”
I cleared my throat. “I think so, yeah.”
Arturo was one of the two lawyers I had brought with me to help with the case. A talented young man, as smart as he was charming. I glanced at him. I had to admit he was a handsome man. Dark stubble on a face drawn by sharp lines, softened by a warm smile. I could see why he was so popular with the women at the firm. With everyone, really. Now he was so close that I could smell his cologne. I found myself drawing a deep breath, taking him in. It was not the first time his presence had made me think that forbidden thought:
Does it really count as cheating if it is with a another man?
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Simon emerged from the bathroom.
“Are we there yet?” he asked with a grin, buttoning his pants.
Simon was nothing like Arturo. A skinny guy with short, blond hair. The forward-leaning type, always ready with a comment he himself found very witty. He picked up a bottle of whiskey and extended it towards me.
“Do you want a drink?”
“Please,” I said.
“How much?”
“Two fingers.”
Simon got out three glasses and poured us each a drink. There was only a little bit left in the bottle, and he emptied the last of it in his own glass. I relaxed in my seat, letting my legs spread comfortably.
My knee touched Arturo’s leg.
I could feel his heat through the fabric.
He made no motion of moving away, and neither did I. Suddenly, my entire focus was on the point where our legs touched.
“Thank you,” I mumbled as I accepted the glass from Simon. When Arturo reached for his glass, he shifted position. The air felt cold on my knee where his leg had recently touched it, and I had to resist an urge to scooch closer again.
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“Cheers!” said Simon, raising his glass. We clinked the glasses together. Just then, the plane jumped with turbulence.
“Whoa!” I felt whiskey run down my arm.
“Here,” said Arturo, handing me a paper towel to dry myself off with, glancing down to my lap where I had spilled.
“Oh!” he said, looking up at me with a surprised smile. I looked down to see what he had seen, and quickly covered my crotch with the paper towel.
Simon did not seem to have noticed anything. “What should we do to pass the time?” he asked.
“Let’s play a game,” said Arturo.
“What kind of game?”
On the table between us lay the empty whiskey bottle. Arturo toyed with it, pushing the tip of it with his finger, making it rotate.
“Truth or dare.”
“Ohh!” exclaimed Simon, rubbing his hands together. “Who goes first?”
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Arturo spun the bottle. It landed on me.
“Truth or dare, boss?”
I swallowed. A part of me wanted to ask for a dare. Was already imagining what Arturo might dare me to do. But I held myself back.
“Truth,” I finally said.
Arturo took a sip of whiskey. He had a playful smile on his lips that made me nervous and excited all at once.
“Your boner. Was it because of me?”
“What!” exclaimed Simon and jumped forward. A part of me was thankful for Simon. Without him there I didn’t know what I would have allowed myself to do.
“No, just… Turbulence, I guess. Vibrations from the plane.”
“Sure,” said Arturo and took a sip of whiskey. He was still smiling his beautiful, flirty smile.
I felt Simon staring at us, and I wished he wasn’t there.
“Okay, let me admit something,” I said. “You probably know about my affair with Marlene.” They both nodded.
“Well, ever since the wife found out, she has refused to have sex with me.”
Arturo frowned.
“Truth be told, I haven’t gotten laid for months.”
Arturo looked genuinely concerned now. It was quite endearing.
“That’s why anything will give me a semi these days,” I said, quickly adding, “Like the turbulence, I mean.”
Before any of them could say anything else, I spun the bottle.
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Thoughts raced through my mind of what I should ask Arturo. But to my relief and to my disappointment, the bottle landed on Simon.
“Dare,” Simon said.
“Fine. I dare you to… Do ten push-ups.”
“Boring!” shouted Simon, but he got down on the floor and started doing flimsy push-ups. While Simon was down on the floor, I let my hand wander to Arturo’s knee.
What am I doing?
Arturo spread his legs slightly to meet me.
I ran my fingertips up his thigh.
Looking up at his face, I saw his eyelids flutter close. He breathed out slowly, as if to steady himself.
“Done!” Simon got up. I quickly retracted my hand and rested it in my own lap.
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Simon spun the bottle. It landed on me.
“Dare.”
“I dare you,” Simon said, looking at Arturo and then back to me. “To kiss Arturo.”
My heart skipped a beat.
I gave Arturo a look, asking for permission. He gave me a quick nod, but it was almost unnecessary as his eyes were screaming Yes!
I placed my hand on his cheek, drawing him to me. He leaned forward, and our lips met. His lips were warm and soft. I sucked on his lower lip. He parted my lips with his tongue. I grabbed his throat gently. His hand landed on my waist, pulling me closer.
“Whoa,” said Simon, and I just then remembered he was still in the room. I reluctantly let go of Arturo and sat back up, out of breath and hungry for more.
“Get a room,” Simon said.
“Maybe we should,” said Arturo, and gave me a quick glance, a shy smile. I had never seen him act shy before.
I did not mind having that effect on him.
I adjusted my pants, uncomfortably tight now, and spun the bottle again. This time it landed on Arturo.
“What’s my dare, boss?” he whispered, looking me in the eyes.
There were many things I wanted to dare him to do. None of which I could bring himself to say out loud. I stared at him for a moment, not being able to think clearly.
“I’ve got an idea, may I?” asked Simon.
“Okay.”
“I dare you…” Simon looked at Arturo. “To give him…” He looked at me. “A blowjob.”
My heart pounded hard in my chest. I imagined Arturo’s warm mouth around my cock, and I had never wanted anything so bad.
“Dude,” laughed Arturo at Simon. “I’m not going to suck him off with you here.”
My heart sank.
But then he continued:
“You better go to the next room. Give us some privacy.”
“Fine,” said Simon as he got up to leave.
My heart fluttered, and my cock ached as me and Arturo were left alone.
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Arturo dropped to the floor, positioning himself in front of me, between my legs. My erection was now painfully hard. He stroked the inside of my thigh, trailing his finger up along my groin and over the bulge.
I let out a moan. He undid the button and pulled the zipper down, ever so slowly. My cock sprang from my underwear as he pulled them down, slapping my belly. It was wet with precum.
“Wow,” Arturo said. He stared at it for a moment, before grabbing it with both hands. Slowly, he started to jerk the hard-as-granite cock.
It felt so good. Someone else’s hands on my cock. How I had longed for this, craved this.
And if I was not not careful, it was about to be over too soon.
I grabbed Arturo’s wrists and held them still with a firm grip.
“You better stop,” I said, panting. “If I’m gonna last for a blowjob.”
Arturo looked up at me with a grin.
As soon as my grip around his wrists loosened a little, Arturo placed his hand under my leg, lifting it up, exposing my ass.
“Have you done this before?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“This is the first time ever I’m with a man.”
Arturo raised his eyebrows, a grin erupting on his face.
“Does that surprise you?” I asked.
“Kind of,” he said. “I had you pegged as the bicurious type.”
While still talking, he lowered his face down towards me. I could feel the words ‘bicurious type’ as he whispered them against the sensitive skin of my taint.
Then the tip of his tongue touched my asshole.
I moaned. Louder than I wanted to.
He chuckled softly, his breath caressing me. He kissed and licked my asshole, the movements of his tongue driving me crazy. I could feel the softness of his lips, and at the same time, I could feel the entirely new sensation of my own softness. I was on the verge of something, standing in the doorway of an exciting new world, feeling the breeze and wanting to step outside, but at the same time sensing that once I did I would not be able to go back.
He brought his mouth to my cock. Licking it with his tongue before putting the tip in his mouth. The tightness and wetness sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
I was already close to coming.
Think of baseball.
Arturo swirled his tongue around my cock, teasing me, letting me in a little bit deeper with every bob of his head. I leaned my head back to the chair, closing my eyes.
“Fuck,” I moaned.
The sound of a zipper made me look down at Arturo, and I could see that he had his own cock out. Hard, erect, pointing up at me. He was stroking it. Jerking his own cock while choking on mine.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I was done being gentle. I put my hands on the back of Arturo’s head and shoved him down on my cock, forcing him to take it all the way, thrusting it down his throat. I hear a low-pitched growl, barely aware that I was the one making the sound.
Arturo is whimpering, choking on my cock. I thrust my cock down his throat, again and again. I can feel a pull inside me, somewhere between the base of my spine and my balls.
I keep going.
Arturo’s stifled moans get louder. Glancing down at him, I see him jerking his cock fast. It is hard and ready to burst. And it does. A muffled scream of pleasure as he shoots his cum through the air.
This sends me, too, over the edge.
I am soaring. Free-falling through layers of intense pleasure. Through the sounds he is making and the feeling of his wonderful mouth.
The cum pushes down Arturo’s throat in burst after burst.
Finally, I let go.
Arturo pulls back, smiling and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Wow,” I breathe.
He gets up and sits down in the seat next to me.
“You are so fucking hot.”
I soften into my seat, feeling like blissful jelly.
“That sound you made…”
I chuckle, realizing how loud we must have been. There was no way Simon had not heard us.
“Simon?” I call. “You can come back now.”
Immediately, Simon appears at the door. He is as sweaty and flushed as us, his trousers half-buttoned and stained with sperm.
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The trip was soon over, and we landed. As the doors opened and the fresh winter air rushed into the cabin, it cleared away the events of that evening like wind clearing smoke. We never spoke of it again. But from time to time, I would think about that flight. And adjust my pants.