My cousin Oliver (who is bisexual) told me that buttfucking is a huge deal in Chesapeake Bay, Maine. So I decided to cash in my American Airlines Visa Frequent Flier Double Points Miles and book a flight to the Bay. Was I ever glad I flew my party to Chesapeake Bay. Although I was forced to fly on a tiny propeller-powered airplane (the Del 10-M, which has recently been grounded by the FAA for safety concerns) to get to Chesapeake Bay, it was totally buttfucking worth it. Right off the runway I found a bunch of boys fucking fierce in a ditch by Terminal A. Already hard and dripping queer precum from my massive dick, I stripped off my clothes and joined the gay sex party behind the Delta hangar. There was one particular butt that I was interested in buttfucking. His name was Jim, and the splattering of black hairs over his tanned white butt made my dick want to explode. This random flight crew technician (who I think was gay) took this pic of us fucking behind the Delta hangar. I'm the guy in the yellow cap with the diamond stud earring (gift from my step-mom) and the huge cock that I'm getting ready to shove up Jim's hairy butthole. Flights arrived and departed on the runway on Terminal A, a Del 10-M even came by the Delta Hangar for fuel inspection, but we just kept on with our hardcore bareback buttfucking. The noise from the planes was so deafening that it was impossible to hear our moans and groans. Even my ejaculation scream was probably inaudible to the rest of the guys. After I exploded up Jim's butthole, I asked him if he wanted to accompany me back to Boston for the weekend. He declined but he gave me a copy of the novel that he recently published. His book was not very interesting.