The Flying Horse Pt2
Thank you all for the love and feedback on Mike’s misadventures. It’s not about to get any better for this pranked piece of ass anytime soon.
Being thrown out of the airplane bathroom bare naked by a bucking airplane in turbulence had Mike, the host he’d been thrown on top of, and every passenger wide-eyed in shock and either delight, or horror in the case of the embarrassed boy. Mike struggled for what felt like hours to untangle himself from the host, revealing more and more of his body as he tried to find some cover. Every muscle was tensed in panic, which made for an erotic sight none would soon forget. When he finally got to his feet, breath heaving, he darted back into the bathroom to hide himself. The host stood, “Sir I need you to take your seat please”.
“Are you out of your mind?!” Mike harshly whispered, knowing full well everyone was straining to hear or see more of him, “I’m naked!!”. “I’m sorry” the host replied, “but it’s our policy”.
“Well what happened to the change of clothes?!” Mike asked, head spinning at the thought he’d have to step back out there in full view of everyone, knowing from experience he wouldn’t be able to cover his large cock with his hands. The host hung his head (partly to eye Mike’s dong), “Unfortunately we gave the change to another passenger who was sick early in the flight, which I didn’t know until I’d already discarded your shirt in one of our main bins,” he looked up with a hopeful smile, “but I have this for you”. He presented one of the airline blankets in a bag. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?!” Mike demanded. “It’ll have to do for modesty I’m afraid Sir”. Mike nearly screamed with rage and embarrassment, tearing open the bag and wrapping the blanket around his waist like a towel. Slowly he emerged under the full glare of expectant eyes of every passenger, not a one even trying to pretend they weren’t looking and memorising every inch of Mike’s body they could see. He resumed his seat, searched with his feet for his flip flops he’d left there to discover they were gone. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, he thought.
When the plane finally landed, Mike waited in his seat, trying to be inconspicuous, but every passenger got to walk past and take a peek at him sitting with shame in his seat with only a wool blanket to cover as much of him as it could. The host brought him his backpack and searched for his flip flops but couldn’t find them. “They must’ve been thrown forward in the turbulence and someone picked them up by mistake” they explained. Mike gritted his teeth and opened his phone, trying to think of someone to call for help when he realised the business group he was meeting would be waiting for him within the hour. It left him nearly no time to find himself some clothes to replace, well, put anything on his back at all!
When he stepped into the main terminal, with nothing between him and complete nudity but a light blanket he’d decided to tie like a sarong at the side, which made him feel more secure but left a gap that his muscular thigh threated to bust through. Be cool man, he thought, it’s just like being back in Bali. Except it wasn’t. The airport population was twenty times that of the other passengers, who’d been spreading the story like wildfire. Everyone was staring. Australians aren’t too prudent about showing skin at the beach, but an over six foot, tanned, athletic man barefoot and bare chested with a blanket wrapped around him and a backpack in an airport?
Mike decided to take the travellator in hopes of moving a little quicker, which would turn out to be a mistake, when he jostled up against some other travellers, one of whom stepped on his blanket. This not only pulled and loosened the knot at his waist, being that those blankets don’t have much tread, it also pulled out a thread, which got caught in the track of the travellator and was quickly wound into the mechanism, which started to unravel the blanket as Mike walked. His rushed strides and moments impatiently waiting behind slow movers made quick work of the bottom of the blanket, rapidly disappearing little by little, shortening the length of Mike’s covering, and going completely unnoticed by him. He stepped off the travellator, slipping a little with his bare feet on the smooth floor and trudged along the causeway, avoiding the looks as he tried to find a menswear place. Finding one, he nearly burst into tears seeing the sign “GONE FOR LUNCH AT 1PM – BACK IN 30”. He checked his phone: 1.25. So not long to wait. With a sigh he leaned against the door to wait. Which is when he felt the tug, and looked down to see the thread tightly trailing his path from the travellator. By this time, the hem of the blanket had reached his mid-thighs, leaving it looking more like a skirt than a sarong and very close to displaying the head of his hung cock. FUCK, he thought and reached down to snap the thread.
He looked around to see if anyone had noticed, and met the sight of head after head turning sharply away from his exposed figure. Far too close to naked in public again for comfort, Mike figured best to just hide out in the bathroom for the remaining minutes. He went over to a door that looked like it led to the bathroom, but it was a bit tough to open. Now he was a built guy, and strong not just muscular for show, so very unaccustomed to not being able to force a door open. Frazzled at the idea it might be locked, and so unhinged from the day’s events, Mike began to get rough with the handle, and more and more attention turned his way to take in the near-nude near-tantrum. What Mike didn’t know was that the door was to an alarmed outdoor fire stair. Eventually the handle broke under his burly grip and as the alarm started to sound, the door flung open, letting a huge gust of wind into the terminal, catching the blanket and lifting it up, unslipping the knot and whipping it off his body leaving Mike once again bare naked under the gaze of countless strangers. Horrified, he turned to catch the remnants of the blanket, but it had already snaked out the door and into the open air.
Mike threw his hands over his cock, and felt a shocking sensation: arousal. Without even getting hard, Mike felt pre-cum starting to leak from the head of his uncut monster. Caught completely off guard for a moment, Mike lifted his hand to look, dumbfounded. The motion stretched a thread of pre-cum from his cock that glinted in the light, making for a perfect photograph caught by several hundred phone cameras. Coming to grips, Mike panicked, looking frantically for an exit, and caught sight of the salesman unlocking the store. It almost hurt to see the expression on the sales clerk’s face as he took in all of Mike running naked toward him. Ignoring the sign that said ‘NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SERVICE’ the clerk said professionally and patiently, “Can I help you?”.
Do you think Mike’s embarrassment is over, that rescue is imminent in the hands of the salesperson? Part 3 soon to come.
