Sex on a Plane
#3 of Buddy & Luther
Yeah, so, plane sex. With animal people.
I think it's hot :<
I guess this is a series now, although it works as a one-shot piece as well.
Airports were no fun for Buddy. They were claustrophobic, noisy, crowded, and had that distinct airport smell that he had grown to associate with the stress and discomfort of travel. The worst part was the queue at the check-in which took over half an hour. He ended up squeezed between his huge tiger companion and a fat, middle aged rodent of some sort, with kids moaning and crying the whole way.
Eventually he and Luther made their way into the shopping area and Buddy collapsed onto a bench. He could hardly believe that the tiger seemed genuinely unphased by the whole thing, in fact he looked positively pleased. Buddy wondered if there was anything that could upset the big lug.
"Dude. How are you coping?" asked Buddy before cracking open a can of cola and starting to guzzle it down.
"Huh?" Luther's smile widened and rubbed a bulge in his shorts. "Oh. You had your butt in my crotch the whole time." Buddy snorted and his drink went flying out his nose.
"Thanks. Now I'm wet." Buddy sighed and searched for a tissue to wipe himself down. "And you owe me another soda." While he was looking around, Luther sidled up to him and grinned.
"This is gonna be great." Buddy was rummaging through his backpack while the tiger was talking. "We're going to be traveling across a whole continent together. It's gonna be a real adventure."
Buddy sighed, and gave up looking. "Yeah, it's an adventure all right." The truth was, he wasn't sure about the whole thing. He wouldn't have come in the first place, except his grades had been crap and now he needed some time to clear his head. A part of him was excited, sure, and the chance to travel with Luther would be a good chance to get to know him better. But this had all come as a rather nasty and unexpected surprise to Buddy. He was trying to make the best of a bad situation. But he couldn't be miserable around Luther. The tiger had a dirty mind and never let life get him down. Buddy made a mental note to try and steal the tiger's secret over the coming months.
The pair had to amuse themselves for a couple of hours. The hulking tiger - who was wearing a thin white vest that left his huge arms fully exposed - flexed for some tourists around the shopping area and stayed there for about 20 minutes. Buddy finally cracked around the point that Luther pulled his vest over his head and threw it into a group of screaming girls, dragging the tiger away while his new fans fought amongst themselves. He ended up buying Luther a huge Hawaiian shirt that somehow managed to look loose even over the tiger. It was colourful, too, with blue, yellow and red in trippy patterns.
They did some more shopping. It turned out Luther had a thing for shades. After trying almost every pair in the store he bought one for himself and one for Buddy, who had to admit that they looked pretty slick, even on him. They picked up some snacks for the trip and spent most of the waiting time in the lounge outside their terminal, eating and planning. Luther had gotten them an apartment and a job for the next 2 months in his uncle's restaurant, where Buddy would be helping in the kitchen while Luther waited tables. Buddy had never cooked outside his home and didn't know what to expect, but if it meant he didn't have to pay for the flight or for rent then he would give it his best shot. After 2 months in the city they would move on.
They watched planes come and go, trying to guess where they came from and where they were going from the logos on the tails. Eventually a plane stopped at their terminal, and the pair could move inside. Buddy had scored a window seat in one of the side aisles and made himself comfortable. Luther had a bit more trouble fitting in and settling down, and Buddy remembered it was his first time on a plane. The poor guy is never gonna be able to sit still the whole way, he thought to himself.
Take-off came fairly quickly. Luther seemed to be taking it well, until Buddy noticed his fur was standing on end giving him a sort of fluffy look that was undoubtedly adorable, but a sure sign that the tiger was stressed. Buddy grinned to himself. Maybe flying was Luther's secret weakness. Once they were in the air, Luther was started to calm down and the in-flight entertainment began. Buddy flicked through the TV on the back of the seat in front of him. Loads of B-movies and soap operas, and the occasional cartoon. He browsed random material for a while, whiling away the time as the sky grew darker.
By the time dinner arrived, Luther looked bored out of his mind. Buddy took the liberty of wiping some of the drool of his chin as the tiger daydreamed staring at the screen while the hostess passed food down the aisle. They were lucky enough to get a portion of steak, which Luther greedily gobbled down even if it was pretty tasteless. The rest of the meal was downright terrible. Buddy patted his friend's shoulder sympathetically as the tiger moaned loudly in disappointment, poking through the half-eaten meal with a plastic spork. In the end he reached down and started munching on a packet of potato chips he had bought earlier. Buddy thought he looked almost gloomy.
Gradually the sky changed hues from a blue-orange to a navy blue and finally to pitch black. Buddy gazed over the clouds, reflecting the moonlight, and felt a sense of serenity from being cut off from the rest of the world. His phone was off, he was unreachable, and the flight was totally effortless. For a few hours, he had nothing to do but relax as the plane drifted through the sky, miles away from any problems he might have had before stepping on board. He yawned and laid back, drifting into sleep.
He was having a nice dream about a summer's day in the forest when he felt something move over his thigh. At first he thought little of it but then he thought he saw a snake and opened his eyes with a start. Obviously it was nothing of the sort, Luther had just covered the husky in a blanket and had slipped a paw underneath, working its way to his crotch. Buddy turned to look at his friend, incredulously.
"Oh, hi." The tiger spread a wide and toothy grin. "I couldn't get to sleep." Suddenly Buddy jumped in his seat as he felt a sudden rush of pressure to his groin. Luther had started to jerk his hand up and down along the husky's rapidly hardening shaft through his jeans. Buddy blushed red and his darted round to see if anyone was watching. Everyone was asleep and it was pretty dark in the cabin anyway.
"Are you crazy? Uhn?!" The tiger answered the husky with a sudden move up over the crotch and down through the waistband and into his pants. Buddy bit his lips and glanced round nervously again, but before he could get a proper evaluation of his bearings, Luther had already leant into his face so they were muzzle to muzzle. He grinned that toothy grin again. Suddenly their lips were locked and the Tiger's tongue was exploring Buddy's mouth. He shifted a little uncomfortably but his erection told him he wanted to be there. The tiger didn't let up and they kept making out for a few minutes before finally pulling away, withdrawing all hands, and turning back to sit in their seats. They both stared uncomfortably at the blank screens in front of them and Buddy blushed deep red. What was he thinking?
"Listen, Buddy. You see that door over there?" Luther gestured behind him. "I'm gonna go there for a while. You could, you know..." The tiger trailed off as he somehow managed to squeeze his huge frame between the other passengers and make his way to the central aisle without waking anyone. Buddy just sat there and sort of gripped the fabric over his jeans, staring straight ahead. His dick was still throbbing from the foreplay. Slowly he looked around. Strangely, the big lug hadn't woken anyone. Feline instincts, Buddy supposed.
Slowly, cautiously, he sidled out of the seating row and into the main aisle. He approached the door that Luther had gestured to. It was in a sort of out of the way place and it was pretty dark so he guessed he might be able to get away with it unseen. He had just started to tap on the wooden door when it opened suddenly and a burly, orange striped arm popped out and dragged him inside.
Luther lay over the closed seat with his colourful shirt unbuttoned and hanging off his arms. He was sweaty and breathing heavily. It looked like in the short time he had been away, he'd gotten quite excited, and 9 inches of sweaty erection were the first things to greet Buddy as he hurriedly pulled himself in and slammed the door shut before anyone could see him. The tiger took up most of the space in the small cubicle so Buddy found himself falling on top of the tiger's heaving chest. It was a very intimate moment. He could feel the rise and fall of the tiger's breath as his muscular chest pressed against him, and they shared the noise of their heartbeats for just a second. Buddy lifted himself up and smiled a little, blushing. He pulled off the plain blue t-shirt he had been wearing and threw it aside.
"You're the dirtiest guy I've ever met." The husky muttered softly before he buried and nuzzled his muzzle into the tiger's chest as he kissed and licked at the flesh. Gradually he worked his way towards the left nipple and slipped his tongue over it, eliciting a moan from hulking mass beneath him. He looked up and put a finger to his lips. The tiger was already balling a sock together in a paw to use as a makeshift self-gag. The husky returned to the bulging pectoral muscle, running his hands along the firm, slab-like chest as he traced a path to the other nipple with his tongue. Once there, he paused to lick and tickle that nipple with his tongue, his paws roaming elsewhere, exploring the tiger's curves and crevices. The tiger snorted through his nose and was breathing even harder now. Buddy smiled devilishly as his paws reached the shoulders and then lingered over the tiger's bulky biceps, before lifting himself and moving further down the body before him.
The constant hum of engines and machinery hung around him, reminding the husky of their position. He tried build up a rhythm of kisses and rubbing, doing his best to worship the six-pack abs he had to work with. Keeping his face in the tiger's navel, he moved one paw down lower, towards the bulging cock that lay trapped in between the pair. He traced down the length of the shaft, all the while toying with the tiger's mid region, until he reached the furry balls that hung beneath. The tickling along the ballsack caused the sensitive tiger to start rocking back and forth, possibly for stimulation on his raging hard-on, but Buddy just squeezed tighter, denying his friend that privilege for a moment. Beads of sweat fell down the tiger's body and he started to make more urgent moans through his mouth. Deciding he was done toying his friend for a moment, the husky finally lifted off the muscled belly and fell to his knees.
Luther's cock finally fell free and Buddy played with the head, now dripping with precum. He had grown accustomed to the taste of his friend and lapped his tongue over and around the tip. Masturbating the shaft slowly with one hand he moved down to take the tiger's balls in his mouth, first one at a time, then lapping his tongue over both at once. Luther was using his free hands to rub his own torso and tease his nipples as Buddy got to work pleasuring his balls. Buddy moved his mouth up and over the cock and slid down slowly, moving his hand out of the way and down to the tiger's balls. Gradually, tantalisingly, he deep-throated the behemoth who was now moaning louder than was probably safe. Steadily, Buddy started to accelerate his movements, and began applying stronger suction as he went. Luther had closed his eyes and was doing all he could not to spit the impromptu gag and cry out.
The husky unzipped his fly and put a free paw to work on his own 7 inches of uncut meat. Jerking himself quickly he began to up the pace on Luther's cock even more, slurping out more saliva until it was dribbling from his mouth down the sides of the shaft as he worked his way up and down, focusing on the top 5-6 inches or so. Luther let out a grunt followed by a muffled noise, which Buddy took as a sign his friend was getting close. Slowing down a little, he slowly ran his tongue over the head once more, before engulfing as much as possible at once (about 7 inches) and using a free paw to frantically rub the remaining length. Inside his mouth, he ran his tongue around the shaft as Luther let out one long, strangled moan and shot his seed down the husky's throat. The husky bobbed up and down again as the shots began, milking the tiger's cock and swallowing his cum.
When he was sure the tiger was finished, Buddy got up from his knees and sat on the tiger's waist. Grabbing the dribbling tiger's cock he rubbed his hard shaft against it as he masturbated himself urgently. Luther was lying backwards, the sock rolling out of his mouth as he relaxed with a look of post-orgasmic contended bliss. Buddy admired his shape and muscular form, from those big beefy arms to the lightly heaving chest to those ripped abdominals. He rubbed himself harder as he grew closer to climax, breathing deeper as he felt the warmth of his friend bring him nearer. Finally he reached it, and with a small groan he came, catapulting his cum over the tiger's sweaty tummy. With a contended sigh, he fell on top off his friend, who held him in an embrace.
They stayed like that for a while. Eventually the husky lifted himself up and grabbed some tissue to wipe himself down with. After searching for his shirt, he dressed himself, checking in the small mirror for telltale signs of what had come to pass. He left Luther without a word and slipped outside into the sleepy aisles of passengers. He glanced from side to side as he walked. It looked like he might have gotten away with it. He squeezed his way back to his seat and peered out the window while he waited for the tiger.
Eventually Luther showed up. He collapsed into his seat with a loud yawn and shut his eyes. A moment later, he began to snore loudly. Buddy couldn't believe it. What, does he have to get off before he can get to sleep? And he was so noisy. Even in the white noise of the plane, Luther stood out. Buddy covered his ears with his paws and started to will the plane to make its landing. Suddenly the trip seemed a lot longer.