"Is this your bag?" He asked the row in front of me. I knew by where he was standing it was mine. "Zebra stripes? That's mine," I said clearing my throat. "Oh, mind if I move it? Mine won't fit anywhere else" he looked at me. I wanted to wet myself. He could've told me to punch myself in the face. I would've asked which hand. "Sure. Actually, pass it too me, it fits under my seat," I said. He handed it to me. I was accommodating it under my chair when I realized he was squeezing into my row. To the open seat next to me. TO THE OPEN SEAT NEXT YO ME?! I wanted to scream. He sat down and dear lord it was like the smell of armpit smacked me in the face. "Listen sorry about the smell, I've had a fucking day… jeez. At we're both guys right?" He said. "Well I'm barely a guy and trust me I don't mind at all," I answered. "Ha! You're funny. I need that right now." He said. He bent forward holding his head. "I think you're only supposed to do that if we're crashing," I said. Another sharp laugh. He leaned back, he looked a bit more relaxed. "Thank you. Please keep me laughing," he said. "My pleasure! Wanna talk about why you smell like an onion that magically grew in an Olympic wrestler's gym bag?" I quipped. "Ha! Fuck. You might be the best thing that's happened to me today," He started, "well after my girlfriend broke up with me because I 'don't show her enough attention' because what the fuck does that mean, I couldn't get a fucking cab, so I had to literally run to the train, then run through the terminal to make my flight. They almost didn't let me on cause I didn't check in…fuck man." He finished. He leaned back again closing his eyes. "Anyway, please make me laugh again," he said. He put his hand on my shoulder, god he was warm. Again I was gonna just squirt in my pants. "Well I'm gay so I speak some girl, 'attention' usually means 'buy me things', or sometimes it means 'spit in my mouth while you choke me' but I think that's only when a gay guy says it," I said. He snorted. "Ahh Fuck I'm lucky I'm sitting here. Honestly it's good. We should've broken up a long time ago," He said. "Sounds like a real piece of garbage… and uh considering what you look like I'm sure she was just as hideous," I said. "Ha! Yeah," he started, "She was a real monster. You know my father always said never trust someone who can't suck your dick down to the root. I should've listened! Then again his dick wasn't as big as mine" He said. He shifted around a bit and I got another slap of his funk. This time I moaned. He noticed and smirked. "Oh well… Your dad woulda loved me. I've never sucked a dick I couldn't swallow down to the root. Does he look at all like you and is he seeing anyone?" I said. He chuckled looked at me and licked his lips. I thought my dick was gonna explode. "You have plans after we land?" He asked. "No, just go home and fight with my cat about who gets more blanket" I answered. "Ok… cause here's what I'm thinking, first we go to the bathroom you prove that you can swallow this sweaty cock to the root, and then when we land I drag you to a sleazy motel and fuck you like a wild animal… how's that sound?" He asked. "Anything you want… and we don't need a motel we could do that at my place" I muttered breathlessly. "Anything I want? So if I wanted a lil kiss?" He asked leaning in. I kissed him. He pulled back, "who knew I'd find a new girlfriend so fast."
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