Date: Wed, 03 Dec 2003 13:10:16 -0600
From: Paul Wilson <paulwilson45@hotmail.com>
Subject: ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL SIGHT

I always keep my eyes out for evidence of boys exploring the pleasure of
sexual stimulation, and frequently see furtive little things that remind me
of when I was a kid discovering the same pleasures.  Recently I was on an
overnight flight to Copenhagen, and witnessed something that warmed my
heart, as well as another part of me.

I was just about to board the aircraft when a family arrived in the
departure lounge, and included in the family were a mother and ten year old
son (she confirmed that later) who were both beautiful.  They both had soft
blond hair, and he wore it a little long in the way Danish kids often do,
and I immediately assumed they were Danes on their way back home.  I found
later that they weren't; they were on their way to visit a son who was
studying in Europe.  Anyway, the little boy was knockout good looking, and I
watched his movements until it was time for me to get on board.  Once there,
I kept an eye out for them, and to my surprise and happiness they had the
seats right next to me.  The mother took the other aisle seat, and the boy
sat next to me.

In the process, he stowed his coat in the overhead luggage compartment, and
to do so, he had to stand on the armrest of my seat.  As he reached up, his
shirt pulled up, and I had a good view of his flat stomach and cute little
outie belly button, and, better yet, the top of his underwear.  I could see
he was wearing pale blue boxers.  I love to see little kids wearing boxers.
When I was a kid we all wore tightie whities, but sometimes when I was
feeling a little naughty I'd go without underwear, and the feeling of
hanging free was really nice.  The thought that boys could now feel that way
all the time always excited me, and looking at this boy's boxers made me
realize he was hanging free, and I felt good.

I struck up a conversation, and they were very nice people.  The boy had a
quick, happy smile, and was quite lively.  He kept moving around, as boys
will do, and kept bumping up against me, which didn't bother me at all.

After eating dinner, everyone settled down to try to sleep.  The mother took
something to help her sleep and put on the eyeshades the airline provided us
all with, and she was out almost immediately.  The boy leaned over and put
his head in his mother's lap and tried to sleep, but I could tell he was
uncomfortable, so offered him my lap for his legs.  He happily swung around,
and I had a lapful of firm, slim legs.  I decided to try to sleep, so I put
on my eyeshades, but left them loose on the left so I could peek at the boy.
  He put on his blinders as well, and settled down to sleep.

I peeked every so often, and after about 15 minutes the boy folded his hands
in his lap.  That wasn't unexpected, but what came next was.  I could see
the middle finger of his right hand slowly moving up and down, and I
realized he was rubbing lightly on his penis.  He did that a while, then
started alternating with back and forth motions.  When he did that, I could
see the shape of a hard little shaft in the soft fabric of his cotton pants.
  As he rubbed one way, it would slide out from under his finger in the
other direction, and vice-versa, so it was being rubbed right in the area
under the head.

After a little while of that, he slid his other hand under the waist of his
pants and reached down to adjust something.  The shape of his penis was
easier to see after that, so I figured he'd pulled his penis out of the fly
of his boxers for a more direct contact.

As he kept this up, he got more of a look of concentration on what I could
see of his face.  His mouth tensed.  He seemed to be doing it a little
quicker, and I could feel his legs tense on top of my lap.  In fact one of
them was rubbing on my penis, which of course was at full glory in my pants.

He suddenly got more tense, and changed his tactic by gripping the head of
his penis between his thumb and forefinger, just squeezing it and moving it
just a little in a circular manner.  I could clearly see the outline of his
penis, and could tell he had a foreskin protruding over the head of it.  He
kept doing this for about a minute, then suddenly went rigid, almost lifting
his butt off the seat, putting most of his weight on my lap.   His facial
expression changed to a slight smile, as though he was enjoying a secret,
and he shuddered several times.  I could tell he was having a strong dry
orgasm, and was loving it.  He just held on tightly as he relaxed and
returned to normal.  I saw his left hand going to his face and I figured he
was going to take off his blinders, so I pretended to be asleep and not
aware of any of this.  He looked at me and was satisfied I was asleep, so he
put the blinders back on and relaxed, with his hands still in his lap.

I was very happy for him that he could enjoy this wonderful feeling, not
knowing he'd been watched.  He fell asleep quickly, and I carefully got up
without waking him and went to the restroom to take care of myself.