It's not gay (by Plane bro)

>anon slides his hand along thunderbolts gau-8, that so delicately hangs out from his underside
>this elicits a soft moan and deep gasp of air through his intakes
>"...please be c-careful"
>he says hesitantly, the tone of his voice basically begging for more
>turns out having a jammed gear was not such a bad thing for him after all
>anon chuckles, running his hand down his length again. thunderbolt responding the same way as before but with a more length moan
>over and over again anon caresses his gau-8, legs beginning to shake and gears beginning to grind
>fishing out a bottle of lubricant anon pours it on and over his length, the twitching of his lengthy cannon a good sign
>stroking along his hind leg anon listens to thunderbolts ever increasing breaths and moans, who knew getting planes off was this easy
>rubbing the lubricant in at the base of the jammed gears causes thunderbolt to almost buckle and scream out, warning lights in his cockpit flashing and fuel dump warnings roaring
>his senses and feeling mixed up in a wave of ecstasy
>a now lubricated shaft. anon pulls out his trust wash cloth, with both hands he begins rubbing up and down his length once more
>thunderbolt grunting, his engines spinning up without him realising as he unintentionally thrusts against anons strokes
>faster and faster, anon picks up his pace and with that so does thunderbolts unintentional humping along anons hands
>"a...a-anon...i c-can't...i'm gonna"
>anon rolls out from under him as "BRRRT!"
>thunderbolt tenses up and rips a new hole into the floor underneath him, his moaning ecstatic
>finally. the now discharged and un-jammed cannon slowly retracts back into him, his breaths becoming more controlled and engines powering down once more
>without saying a word thunderbolt slowly and awkwardly lumbers out of the hangar without looking back
>and that was the day anon learned how to fix a jammed gun from bellow an A-10