I spotted the man at check in. He was queuing with a woman – possibly his wife. He seemed not to hear as she fussed about the luggage, lost in his own thoughts. He was dressed in old jeans and a T-shirt and had on a pair of old walking boots. Late 30 or early 40s, he had a rugged look about him as if he’d spent all his life outdoors. Salt and pepper hair and a hint of stubble. He never smiled. I gazed for moment then walked away nurturing a vague hope that he might be on my flight. I thought no more of it until I boarded the plane and there he was, sat in the front row. We had eye contact for a moment and I thought, shit, he’s seen me checking him out.

During the flight I walked past him on the way to the toilet. Again I had to look. I quickly took in the satisfying bulge of his crotch then looked away guiltily. He saw me, I know, and I cursed myself for being so reckless. But what I wouldn’t give to see that cock. I was guessing that he’d have some chest hair and the thought of it snaking down into his pants gave me a fierce hard-on that I was still trying to hide when we landed. I kept an eye on them as they headed for the baggage reclaim and positioned myself a few feet away so I could drink him in. I made like I was looking out for my bags while all the while wondering what it would be like to lick his balls. Would they be sweaty from the plane? The bags showed no sign of arriving so the man asked the woman where the toilets were. As he turned to go I thought, now’s your chance to see his cock but I stopped myself – way too obvious! Still, I was gazing in the direction he’d gone when suddenly he turned back and looked straight at me. The force of his stare took me aback. There was no smile, no cheeky wink and a nod of the head, just a penetrating stare. He carried on walking. What was I meant to read into it? I hesitated then apprehensively followed him into the toilets. There were several banks of urinals and about a dozen cubicles and there was no one there but him. He had his back to me. I took a deep breath then stood at the urinal two along from him. I looked straight down not daring to look in his direction but I could tell he wasn’t pissing. He gave a loud sigh that made me look up and he nodded impatiently for me to move next to him. I did, and then I saw it. A great thick cock. The foreskin pulled back tight. He was stroking it and admiring it, all the while looking at me defiantly, as if to say, what are you going to do about it? I was hard within seconds and for while we stood there jerking off. If he liked what he saw he gave no indication of it.

Suddenly he zipped up and turned away. Confused, I looked round in case someone had seen us but instead saw him going into a cubicle at the far end of the room. This was getting too dangerous. What if we were caught? I stood prevaricating until suddenly he appeared in the doorway, cock out and wanking. He jerked his head in my direction as if to say, for