Turbulence shook the plane a little as we flew over the ocean. That didn't really bother me that much. I didn't overly mind the take off or the flight itself, but I hated the landings. Landing is where everything can go wrong. Cross winds, bird strikes, tire blow outs, other planes crossing at the wrong time...the list goes on. I think I would rather parachute out of a plane every time then stay onboard for the landings. The flight attendant had just passed with the drink cart. Maybe I should have a few. Just enough to where I wouldn't care how we landed, as long as we landed in one piece. The blanket over my lap started moving.
"What the hell?" I wondered.
My half hard manhood was softly gripped in the warm hand which gently ran their fingers over my reacting flesh. I groaned slightly at the sensation and thrust my hips towards it a little in encouragement. Who was under my blanket? Was it that cute blonde flight attendant that had winked at me as she passed with the drink cart? How could she have gotten under there without me knowing? Not that a little detail like that really mattered at the moment. I could feel a mouth slowly and wetly descend over my hard, throbbing cock. This was a surprise, but it looked like I might be joining the mile high club today. I placed my hand on top of the blanket, coaxing further action. This was top notch in-flight service. I'd have to fly with this carrier from now on.
I opened my eyes to the darkness. I could hear the ceiling fan above and it took me a moment to realize I was not on a plane, but that I was in bed. Good news for me, since I didn't have to suffer through another plane landing, but bad news for me, as I was just getting into the really good part of the dream. I lay there trying to go back to sleep when I realized that my cock was still being grasped beneath the covers. I automatically accounted for both of my own hands that were above the covers. My mind was fully awake that very moment, and I ripped back the blanket while backing myself up against the headboard. I fumbled for the switch on the bedside lamp, wishing at that moment for voice activated lights.
I finally got the lamp turned on and saw someone else in the bed. I grabbed for my gun on the nightstand but it was missing. Instead, I grabbed the lamp and was just about to start swinging when I realized that I recognized the intruder. It turned out to be Karl with a 'K'. He had recoiled at the sudden violent movement when I jerked away and looked like he had seen a ghost when the light came on.
"Karl?! What the hell are you doing in my room?!" I yelled.
"Your room? This is Chase's room! What are you doing in Chase's bed?" Karl questioned back at me in confusion.
I rubbed my eyes trying to fully collect my thoughts. Where was I? What was happening? Was this Chase's bed? Why was I there instead of my own bed? I looked around and quickly confirmed that this was not my bed or my room. No wonder my gun wasn't there. It was on the other nightstand since the lamp and alarm clock took up all the space on the one I reached for. This was definitely not my room, for which Karl was extremely lucky. My adrenaline was still pumping, making it difficult to quiet my mind. Karl had retreated from the bed to stand near the door. He was fully clothed, and I realized that I was not. That was normal for me, as I sleep naked, but was now reconsidering that habit. I pulled the sheets up around me as I ran over the facts in my head, still trying to clear the fog of sleep.
"Chase had to go out of town. It was some kind of family emergency." I finally said. "There have been a few break ins around here lately, so he asked me to housesit for him. He only left this afternoon, and I got here a couple hours ago. Now what are YOU doing here and how'd you even get in?"
Now Karl with a 'K' looked a little embarrassed. "I knew I was going to have a little time between meetings, and I hadn't seen him in a while. Actually the last time I was here was when you showed up in the middle of it. Chase said I could come over, but we set that up last week. I guess he forgot to tell either of us anything when his plans got changed. As far as getting inside the house, I know where he hides his spare key."
"So you just let yourself in and then what? Decided it was playtime while he's still asleep?"
"I didn't know how late I was gonna get in, and for the record Chase likes to be woken up like that." Karl explained.
"Let me put something on and I'll be right out." I said, motioning him to the door.
I put on some pajama pants and a t-shirt from my overnight bag that I had brought, then went out to join Karl in the living room. I sat in Chase's spot on the couch while Karl took the recliner. He had grabbed the remote on his way through thinking I was going to be a few minutes rather then the few seconds it actually took. Karl had just turned on the TV when I entered, and as I sat down the TV came to life with a full screen of loud, screaming porn.
"Oh for fuck's sake!" I shouted at the screen. "Does Chase ever watch anything else?"
Karl fumbled with the remote, going through menus on the screen in order to change the content. "What's all this?"
I looked up again to see little thumbnails all across the TV. Karl scrolled over and picked one. It flared to life and I felt that it was disturbingly familiar. Had I seen this before? I didn't watch nearly as much porn as Chase seemed to, but this video was different. As soon as one of the characters appeared it was obvious that it was Chase. I was frozen in place. What the hell was this? I also recognized the setting. It was inside of Chase's house. I couldn't move, and I couldn't speak.
"Well, I recognize the star of this movie." Karl said as he smiled broadly.
Just from where I sat in the living room, I looked around, now noticing several cameras just in this room alone. The video was really good quality. Apparently Chase did not skimp when he spent his money on something.
Karl exited back to the video choices, and quickly found another one. He pushed play and it filled the screen. Chase was once again a featured character, but Karl was on there as well. I had never noticed the cameras before, but was glad to see that there were no videos including me on the ones Karl scrolled through.
"Hey, that's me!" Karl smiled as he pointed at the TV. "I'm glad it caught my good side."
"I think it's time I went back to bed." I decided, trying to get out of there quickly.
"Do you mind if I take the spare room? I have to get on a flight to Denver in the afternoon and don't really feel like wasting more time getting an Uber and finding a hotel this late at night."
