Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2012 13:25:53 -0400
From: Zachary Taylor Burns <artistic.revelations@hotmail.com>
Subject: Flying To Phoenix

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FLYING TO PHOENIX
by Zachary Taylor Burns


Christian Jacobs.  Fifteen years old.  Enough of a kid to simply be a kid,
matured enough to know all about the hormones coursing through his body,
and the desires that pound incessantly in his imagination when he's lying
alone in bed at night.

"Christian!" came his mother's voice from down the hall.  He hastily tucked
his dick back into his jeans, pulled the zipper up [carefully so as not to
catch the skin of his balls] and jumped from the bed before pulling on his
shirt.  He was a virgin, unless you count that one time in the school
locker room when he jacked off one of his friends.

His parents had recently divorced- his father moved to Phoenix while
Christian stayed with his mother in Philadelphia.

"Do you have everything packed?" his mother, Joanna, asked from the other
side of his bedroom door.

The tall, chestnut-haired, blue-eyed teenager took a quick look at himself
in the full-length mirror behind the door, hoped the bulge in his jeans
wasn't too obvious, and pulled open the door.  "Yea, I'm all finished."

He hadn't seen his father since the nasty, messy divorce six months ago,
but now he was supposed to fly across the country to spend Christmas with
his old man.  "Do I really have to go?" he asked, pulling a pouty face that
usually made anyone who saw it give in to his wishes.  Not this time, for
his father was adamant that the father/son bonding experience reassert
itself now that the old man was finally settled into his new place.

"Your father deserves to spend time with you," Joanna replied and brushed
past him into a typical teen boy bedroom- sports paraphernalia on the
walls, trophies on the shelves from swimming, football and soccer, all of
which Christian had achieved in over the years thanks to the push of a
stern paternal figure who expected his son to be outgoing.

"I don't want to see him.  I don't care what he says, he hasn't changed,"
Christian said, arms crossed over his chest.  "He's still an asshole for
leaving."

Joanna frowned at her son, crossing the distance between them and standing
in front of him.  "He may be an asshole and a liar and a cheat, but he's
still your father, and nothing will ever change that.  He wants you to
visit for the holiday, and I have no power to prevent it.  Believe me, I
want nothing more than for you and I to spend Christmas together, but he
swears up and down that he's trying, and as much as I doubt it, he's
already paid for the ticket."

They had been over this time and time again, and the outcome was still the
same.  Christian was leaving this afternoon on a flight to Phoenix, alone.
"I'm not going to enjoy myself," he said in defiance.

"I don't think it will matter as long as you're there," Joanna replied and
hugged her only child.  "At least try to enjoy the change of scenery.  I've
never been out west, so at least take plenty of pictures of the desert for
me."

"I will," Christian replied with a half-smile.  As much as he had proven
himself to be adept at sports, his true love was photography.  Two years
ago, on Christmas, his grandmother had given him a 35mm-camera from the
90's that still held real film.  He loved nothing more than to go out in
the world, trekking across the city taking pictures of people, monuments,
old building, tourists.

"Did you pack your portfolio?"

"Of course."  His portfolio contained the best of the best of his photos,
slowly amassing in size so that hopefully one day he would be able to show
it to someone who would appreciate it for what it was and possibly get him
a position in a highly respected magazine.

"I love you so much."

"Love you too, mom."

The two embraced, and mother kissed son on the cheek before releasing him.
"Come downstairs, I'll cook you some lunch before we head to the airport."

Christian followed his mother to the kitchen, and they chatted about random
things while Joanna puttered around, pulling together the things to make
some chicken and fried rice.

After lunch, he had a shower, dressed in a pair of ass-hugging jeans, a
black tee with the words "Karma Can Suck My Dick" across the back, and
open-toed flip-flops.  Shortly before one in the afternoon, his mother
drove him to the airport.

After a somewhat tearful goodbye, Christian was on his way through the
airport carrying just a black backpack.  After receiving his ticket from
the woman behind the American Airlines counter, he slowly made his way
through the airport security and before finding the appropriate departure
gate, awaiting his chance to board the plane.

He'd never flown before, but had seen enough movies and television to know
what he was supposed to do.  It couldn't be too terribly difficult, since
thousands did it on a daily basis.  He wasn't terrified of the plane
crashing either, although if it had happened, well there was nothing he
could do about that, was there?

At ten minutes after two, the stewardess announced boarding, and he
assembled himself into line, holding his ticket.  As the line shuffled
forward, he looked around at the other passengers- a single mother with
three children of varying ages, an elderly man and woman arm-in-arm, and a
crazy-looking woman wearing a fur-trimmed fedora, with a bright pink
feather sticking from the top.  There were many others, but those were the
ones that first caught his eye before he was handing his ticket to the
stewardess, walking down the boarding hallway and stepping onto an airplane
for the first time in his life, then walking down the narrow aisle to his
seat in the 20th row, next to the aisle.  He pulled out his iPod, tucked
the earbuds into place in his ears and tucked the backpack beneath the
seat, all the while trying to act nonchalant and not show how nervous he
really was.

Looking up, it felt like his heart stopped when he saw the gorgeous man
coming toward him- tall, short blond hair, piercing green eyes, and a day's
worth of stubble, wearing a suit and tie.  His dick was instantly rockhard
in his jeans, and he shuffled around trying to get the swelling to go down.
The man stopped next to Christian and lifted his duffel bag into the
overhead compartment, which brought the stranger's crotch very near
Christian's overanxious face.  He swallowed around the lump in his throat,
and then the man was saying something so he pulled the earbuds out of his
ear.  "Sorry, what?"

"I said, my seat is next to the window," the stranger said.

"Oh, sorry," Christian said as he awkwardly stood up and out of the way,
forgetting about his boner for the moment.

"Thanks," the man said and sank into his seat, quickly and expertly
fastening his seatbelt into place.  Christian sat back down and tried to
copy him, looking extremely awkward and not at all nonchalant as he'd
hoped.  "This your first time?"

"Yes," Christian breathed.

"Allow me," the stranger said, reached across Christian's lap, grabbed the
ends of the belt and quickly clicked them into place.  Surely he had
noticed the bulge in the teen's jeans, but he didn't say anything.

"Ladies and gentleman," the stewardess said from the front of the cabin,
"welcome to American Airlines flight 1468.  We will be leaving shortly, but
in the meantime allow me to demonstrate the safety procedures you should
follow in case of an emergency."  She went through the procedures, making
it look extremely easy to young Christian and immediately putting him at
ease.

"Nothing to it," whispered the man next to him.  "Name's Tom."

"Christian," the boy replied, and the two shook hands.  "You fly much?"

"A few times over the years, not enough to rack up frequent flier miles,
but I know the routine," Tom replied with a nonplussed shrug.  "You get
used to it."  The two chitchatted about random things- Christian's ideas of
fun, school, interests, and eventually they came around to photography.
"Really?" Tom said after Christian told him about his portfolio.  "I'd love
to have a look at it after we're in the air.  I know some people who might
be able to give you some help."

"That would be great!" Christian replied with enthusiasm.  Maybe this trip
wouldn't be so bad after all.

After their ascent above the clouds, both stewardesses began their rounds,
one in the front of the plane, the other in the back.  When the petite
woman with curly auburn hair reached them, Tom ordered a rum and coke.

"You can get alcohol on a plane?" Christian asked with surprise.

"Of course, dear," the stewardess replied with a smile and pulled out a
small single-serving of bottled rum, handed Tom a plastic glass filled with
ice and a can of Coca-Cola, along with a thin red straw.  "And for you
young man?"

"Uh... may I have a can of Root Beer?" Christian said of the first thing
that popped into his mind.

The stewardess handed over another ice-filled plastic glass along with his
drink.  "Enjoy," she said with another beaming smile and moved onward to
the row behind theirs.

By now, Tom had already poured and mixed his drink, taken the first sip and
smacked his lips in satisfaction.  He leaned over toward Christian, and in
a conspiratorial tone, whispered, "Want to try?"

Surprised, the boy looked around guiltily at the passengers around him.
The woman across the aisle, the one with the crazy-looking fur-trimmed
fedora, was staring at him, an eyebrow raised.  She shrugged, as if saying
go ahead, make your own choices in life because no one else will make them
for you.  "Sure," Christian turned back to Tom and accepted the drink.  He
sucked a bit through the straw and was surprised at the taste.  It was
absolutely delicious!  He sucked up a bit more before handing the drink
back to Tom.

"Congratulations," Tom whispered again in that conspiratorial tone, "you're
one step closer to becoming a man."

Christian didn't know how to respond to that statement, so he remained
silent while he fumbled with his can of Root Beer, pouring it over the ice
in his own glass.

"Do you mind if I take a look at your portfolio now?" Tom suggested after
Christian had taken a sip of his drink.  Handing Tom his rum and coke, the
teenager pulled his backpack into his lap and pulled out his folder of
almost-professional-looking photos, talking with excitement about the
things he'd photographed- black & white photos of street dwellers leaning
or passed out against walls, on benches, in their cardboard boxes that
served as makeshift shelter; colorful sunsets set against both new and old
buildings of downtown Philadelphia; a striking photo of the Liberty Bell
set in contrast with the background, more a silhouette than anything.  "I
took that one at noon on a Saturday," Christian explained of the famous
bell.  "The scene was so perfect, and the photo turned out even better than
I had imagined."  The shadows of the building that housed the bell fell
across the ancient landmark in such a way that sheathed it in darkness.

"This one is absolutely amazing," Tom said a few moments later when
Christian displayed a black & white photo of a man and woman in the Philly
train station, the man holding a small briefcase, the woman in heels and a
fur coat, standing up to kiss him.  It was such a tender moment, caught on
film.  "You have a wonderful gift," he added as he touched the teen's hand
for a brief moment.

Christian felt as if his skin was on fire where Tom had touched him, and
the warmth spread from his hand up his arm, through his chest and landed in
his groin, making his balls tingle and his dick jump with pleasure.
"T-thanks," he stammered in response to the praise offered by this complete
stranger.

Tom looked at him with a beaming smile and motioned for him to continue.
As the fifteen-year-old showed the older man the remainder of the photos,
man and boy seemed to become more at ease with each other.  Tom would
occasionally touch Christian's arm, or lightly brush his knee against the
one next to him.  There was a charge growing between them, even if
Christian couldn't at first tell what was happening.  He just knew that
every time the man touched him, he wanted more.  His aching dick grew
harder with each seemingly casual brush of skin or rustle of fabric, until
by the time the final photo in the portfolio had been shown, there existed
in the air a sexual tension between them that surely could have been sliced
like a hot knife against butter.

"Trash?" the stewardess casually asked as she walked up the aisle,
collecting debris from everyone- empty soda cans, crumpled snack bags,
plastic cups no longer being used for drinks.  Both Tom and Christian threw
their trash into the bag at the same time, inadvertently touching hands
again during a fleeting moment.

By now, Tom was sizzling with desire for this hot young boyflesh, unaware
of the boy's virginal status.

Christian, on the other hand, was yearning for IT, the big bang of sexual
release he'd so long dreamed about that right then, in those moments on the
flight, he didn't care if it was with some random man.  He just wanted to
have sex, at all costs.

Neither admitted their feelings to the other, but by that point Christian
realized the significance of all those so-called "casual" brushes of flesh
against flesh, and hoped he wasn't making a mistake in reading the signs
that Tom wanted to have sex with him.

The two were silent as the plane descended out of the clouds and landed
into Chicago's O'Hare International Airport.  After the plane touched down,
Tom said, "Where are you headed?"

"Phoenix, to see my dad," Christian replied, a sort of pent-up relief
burning through his chest, up his neck and turning his cheeks red.  "What
about you?"

"Here, Chicago.  This is where I live," Tom replied with a halting smile.
Dare he suggest the thought that had just trickled into his mind?

"Lucky you," Christian replied, the crimson on his cheeks fading somewhat.
"No layover to worry about.  You can just leave the airport and head home.
I have to wait over an hour for my flight to Phoenix."

Tom wasn't entirely sure what that statement meant, although he had hoped
it meant something along the lines of: I have plenty of time for you to
fuck me.  "Would you like some company?  It would be better than waiting
all alone."

Christian thought about it for a split-second before nodding agreement.  "I
promised to call mom and dad as soon as I landed, but after that we can go
and do whatever."

Hoping he wasn't wrong in reading between the lines of what the boy had
said, Tom replied, "Sounds great.  Are you hungry?"

"Not really," Christian replied as the seatbelt sign turned off and the
pilot announced that they had officially landed in Chicago and giving the
local time so travelers could properly adjust timepieces.

Tom motioned for Christian to stand up, and after retrieving his duffel bag
he stepped out of the way as Tom stepped into the aisle and retrieved his
luggage from the overhead bin.  The woman across the aisle, the one who had
earlier raised her eyebrow at Christian, was still seated, patiently
waiting for the bustle to dwindle before getting up from her position.

Christian followed Tom slowly down the aisle, and once they were free of
the aircraft and away from the detachable hallway, Tom said, "Welcome to
the windy city."

The boy looked around him, although there wasn't much to see inside the
terminal as it was filled with other passengers between flights, awaiting
planes that were probably late as is so typical these days.  The concourse
was dotted with a variety of different stands, selling everything from food
and drink to newspapers and magazines, trinkets, collectibles, and even a
place that offered massages for the special low price of $10 for ten
minutes.

Christian was in awe at the vastness of O'Hare airport.  The airport in
Philadelphia was TINY compared to this!  "Let's take a look at the
departure board and check what terminal your connecting flight is leaving
from," Tom suggested.

There it was: Flight 1259 from Chicago to Phoenix, leaving the gate in just
over four hours.  "Shit," Christian said in exasperation.  "I thought my
layover was only an hour!"

"It happens," Tom replied with a shrug.  "Planes get delayed.  Just another
of the many hazards of flying."

"Damnit," the boy said and frowned.

"So, what would you like to do while we wait?" Tom wondered as he took a
moment to ogle the 360-degree view of Christian's lean body and tight
clothes.  He definitely enjoyed what he saw, chuckled at the statement on
the boy's shirt that read, "Karma Can Suck My Dick", and hoped he would get
the chance to do exactly that.

"I need to call my parents, be right back," Christian said as he walked
over to the wall and stood with his back to the cement, one foot propped up
against it.

Tom took this opportunity to gaze more directly at the boy.  Yes, there was
a definite bulge in his jeans, and he seemed so casual as he chatted on his
cell, hands waving in the air, a casual brush of fingers through his curly
brown locks, and that smile.  Oh, the gods had given him the most beautiful
smile in the universe.

Less than two minutes later and looking dejected, Christian joined Tom.
"Dad said he can't meet me at the airport, so I have to take a taxi or
something.  How much does one cost?"

"You've never taken a taxi in Philadelphia?" Tom asked with a laugh,
staring at the teenager in front of him, wishing he could see the boy
completely naked.

"No," Christian replied with a shake of his head.  "Well, I have, but I've
never had to pay for it.  Mom or dad always did it.  And mom didn't give me
any money so I can't even afford one when I get there!"

"Relax," Tom said and put a hand on his shoulder.  "Your dad will pay for
it when you get to his place.  You don't need to worry about money, okay?"

At the touch, Christian felt an arc of... well, he didn't know what.
Something incredibly sexual, that's for sure.  He looked up into the man's
eyes and knew, KNEW, just how badly the guy wanted to fuck him.  And in
that instant another rush of teen boy hormones coursed through his body and
he wobbled on his feet.

"Whoa, you okay?" Tom asked with genuine concern.  "Want to go and sit
down?"

"No, I'm fine," the boy replied and stared back into Tom's eyes, hoping to
convey that he knew the naughty thoughts coursing through his head and that
he was all right with anything Tom wanted to do.

There was a moment of silence before Tom cleared his throat.  "Want to take
a quick tour of the city while you're here?  You have plenty of time to
kill, so may as well make good use of it."

Christian nodded, and allowed himself to be led through the terminal,
carrying his backpack on his shoulder.  When they got outside, Tom hailed a
cab, gave his address to the driver, and before he knew it, the duo was
coursing toward downtown Chicago.

"Do we have time?" Christian asked once they were safely inside the cab,
his backpack on his lap to hide the aching boner that pressed tightly
against his jeans, not for the first time that day.

"We have plenty," Tom assured the lad, assuming, of course, that the boy
meant what he thought he had meant, that the question spoke of the silent
but one agreeable fact: they both wanted to have sex.

Twenty minutes passed before the taxi pulled up in front of an older, red
cobblestone building that oozed that old-world charm of an era when having
money wasn't about trying to be better than everyone else.  Tom paid the
driver, and as Christian stepped from the cab he got a glimpse of the
prominent definition of hard teen cock pressing against the fabric.  After
unlocking the front door, he ushered Christian inside where the boy's eyes
boggled at the size of the place.  "Welcome to my happy home," he added and
reached for the backpack.

Christian reluctantly gave up his tight clutch on the bag, and in the next
instant the two were pressed together in a tight embrace, Tom's mouth
eagerly in touch with the teenager in front of him.  "Are you sure you want
to do this?"

"Fuck me," Christian moaned between kisses, and Tom led the way upstairs to
his bedroom where he started to undress the fifteen-year-old.  First, his
shoes and socks, followed by lifting his shirt up and over his head to
reveal his slim body, and then finally to the button on his jeans before
finally pushing the jeans and boxers to the floor in one swift motion,
revealing the naked teen boy in all his wonderful glory: Those beautiful
brown eyes, that half-tilted smile, small nipples, smooth torso, a bit of
armpit hair, a small bush of pubic hair above his rockhard six-inch dick,
and smooth balls.  "Do you like me?" the boy asked in a rush of nervous
patter.

"You're perfect," Tom whispered as he led the way to the bed, where
Christian sat gingerly on the edge while his soon-to-be-lover quickly
undressed.  "Turn around, let me see your hole."  Christian did as he was
asked, slowly rolling over and spreading apart his ass to show his virgin
hole.  "Have you ever fingered yourself, or used any toys?"

"No," came the meek reply.  "I've never had anything inside of me before.
I just like to stroke my dick and play with my balls."

"And you're absolutely sure you want me to fuck you?" Tom wondered, worried
about hurting the boy's completely virgin hole.  Christian nodded, biting
his lip.

Looking at the clock, Tom realized that one of the four hours of
Christian's layover was nearly gone.  Knowing the boy needed to be back in
time to go through the security checkpoint again, he nodded and pressed on.
"Do you know what rimming is?" he asked, trying to make this as intense as
possible for the virgin beneath him.

"Yes," Christian replied.  "Is that what you're going to do to me?"

Tom didn't reply, but instead pressed his tongue against the boy's anus.
Christian thrashed against the bedspread and moaned in ecstasy.  Damn!  Tom
had barely even touched him!  He pressed farther, using his hands to
squeeze and massage Christian's cheeks while he rimmed his way inside and
lubed up the boy's hole for farther exploration.  Lapping at the hole in
front of him, Tom expertly performed analingus on the excited teenager, and
once the hole was thoroughly lubed with spit, used his finger and slowly
but surely pressed his way inside.

"Oh fuck," Christian moaned into the bed again.  "Fuck that feels good!"

Tom smiled and resumed his rimjob/fingering, slowly adding a second finger
to the invasion against Christian's virgin sphincter, and prodding him like
that for a full two minutes, pushing against the boy's prostate.  Looking
down, he saw drops of precum leaking onto the bedspread, and pushed with
more intensity as his lover moaned even louder.  "I'm going to fuck you
now," he announced after the two minutes of fingering.  "Think you're
ready?"

"If it feels anything like what you just did, then fuck away," Christian
replied, legs splayed in ecstasy.  Tom grinned from ear to ear, reached for
the lube under his bed, squirted some on his dick and around the
soon-to-be-fucked hole, and kissed the back of the virgin's neck.
"Please," Christian moaned.

Tom lined up his seven-and-one-half-inch dick against Christian's virgin
boypussy, told him to take a deep breath and as the teenager inhaled,
pushed every last inch deep inside with one solid thrust.  Reacting quickly
before Christian could draw another breath, Tom wrapped a hand over the
boy's mouth so he couldn't scream in pain, and held completely still while
this no-longer-a-virgin asshole got used to the full-on invasion.

"Oh fuck," Christian groaned against Tom's hand after a tense thirty
seconds when it felt like the entire bottom half of his body was on fire.
After another thirty seconds, Tom moved ever slightly, and the intense
burning turned into something amazing, wonderful, pleasurable, and OH! Oh
my God that felt goooooooood.

"Yea, that's it," Tom said as he started to move his hips, pushing his cock
against the boy's prostate with expert finesse.  "Relax, enjoy it while I
fuck you."

"Wow I'm really getting fucked," Christian moaned and hung his head,
allowing the waves of pleasure to overtake him.  There was nothing like it
in the entire world, and in that instant he knew he needed to get more of
this as soon as possible!

"Yes," Tom replied to the unasked question, "take my big dick up your ass.
Feel it pushing against your insides?"  Christian nodded as another wave of
ecstasy overtook his senses.  Increasing his speed, Tom thrust in and out
as fast as possible, pushing himself toward a rushing climax.

"Fill me up with cum!" Christian panted as he reached down to stroke his
own cock, thrusting his hips back and forth against the pleasure rising in
his groin.

"Cum with me," Tom moaned and grabbed Christian's hips, pushing and pulling
the boy to match his rhythm of intense fucking, balls slap-slap-slapping
with each thrust.  "Shoot your sweet cum all over my bed."

"I-I'm cumming!" Christian moaned, body tensing with orgasmic ecstasy as
his prostate was pounded with the massive dick inside him.  A moment later,
that wonderful feeling coursed from deep within his balls, upward through
his dick and circulated throughout his entire groin, followed immediately
by several thick jets of thick, gooey cum.

"You feel me shooting my balljuice deep inside you?" Tom moaned and
collapsed onto Christian's back for a brief second.

The boy thought about it for a moment, and shook his head.  "No, was I
supposed to?"

Tom laughed at his naïveté, and said, "You're so fucking adorable. I wish
you didn't have to leave."

"Me either," Christian replied as Tom slowly pulled out his cum-covered,
slimy dick from the teen's devirginized ass.  "What time is it?"

After a quick glance at his watch, Tom said, "You have two and a half hours
left."  The duo curled up against each other, Tom's arms wrapped tightly
around Christian's shoulder.  "I suppose I should get you back to the
airport so you don't miss your flight.  You still security to get through,
and God knows that takes forever these days."

Christian was silent, unsure what to say to this complete stranger who had
taken his virginity.  Finally, he rolled over onto his back and stared into
Tom's eyes.  "Thank you."

"My pleasure," Tom replied with a wink as he leaned down, their lips
touching in a brief, friendly-like kiss.  It progressed into a French kiss,
both tongues darting up, around and over each other.  Christian, who had
never before kissed anyone, was surprised how erotic the moment was.  "Mind
if I get a picture of you?" Tom asked after a minute of make-out time.

"No, go ahead," Christian replied.  Tom jumped from the bed, grabbed his
cell phone from his jeans and started snapping away from every angle
imaginable.

Christian posed, pouted, grinned, stuck out his tongue, put a hand to his
forehead in mock-exasperation.  It was fun, acting all dorky like that as
Tom started giving him direction.  "Bend over, look over your shoulder.
Yeah, that's it, now lick your lips.  Perfect.  You look so sexual like
that with your boycunt exposed.  Fuck yeah, make your hole wink again.
Beautiful.  Now roll over on your back, spread those legs for me, fondle
your balls a bit.  Yeah, you like that don't you?  Your cock is getting
hard again.  Stroke it for me."

Christian did as he was told, stroking his aching dick again, urging
himself toward another orgasm as Tom snapped photo after photo with his
iPhone.  "Play with your nipples," Tom continued with the directions.
"Lick your lips again, just like that.  Now pinch your nipple.  Perfect.
Great, now put an arm behind your head and show off those great armpits you
have.  Lovely.  Fuck, you look so hot laying there playing with yourself.
Oh yeah, are you gonna cum?"

Christian nodded, indeed riding down the orgasm train once more, full steam
ahead.  As the moment approached, those wonderful feelings overcame his
body again, his balls started to tingle and ache with pure pleasure, and a
moment later the fifteen-year-old came all over his stomach and chest, Tom
snapping pics the entire time.

"You're so beautiful," Tom said as he put the phone on the dresser and
crawled back onto the bed, leaning down to lick every drop of cum from
Christian's dick, abdomen and chest.  "I could spend all day here with
you."

Christian glanced worriedly at the clock, noting the quick procession of
time as it counted down toward his pending flight to Phoenix.  Two hours to
go before he needed to be on the airplane.

"Anything else you want to try before I take you back to the airport?" Tom
asked as he leaned down for a kiss.

The duo swapped spit for a few seconds before Christian pulled away and
shrugged.  "Everything," he said with a laugh.  "But I think this should
hold me over for awhile, right?"

Tom laughed with the teenager.  "Hopefully at least until you get to
Phoenix and meet another guy to fuck you," he said with a wink.  Getting
off the bed, he reached for his clothes and slowly, reluctantly, dressed.

"Mind if I use your bathroom?" Christian asked as he picked up his clothes.
Tom shook his head.

Once in the bathroom, Christian took a look at himself in the mirror.
Funny, he didn't LOOK any different since he'd lost his virginity, but boy
he definitely FELT different!  His ass, and his insides, certainly felt
different too, and he was sure he could feel that load of hot cum oozing
around inside.  He cleaned himself up, got dressed, made his hair look
presentable and laughed at the thought of having that just-been-fucked
hairdo.

"Christian?" Tom called from the other side of the door.  "You about ready?
We need to get going if you're going to have enough time to catch your
flight.  We don't want to get caught in traffic."

The teenager nodded at himself in the mirror, grinned happily at the
thought of what had just happened- he'd just had sex for the first time!-
made a half-assed attempt at smoothing out his clothes, then opened the
door.  "Ready?" Tom asked as he stood there, still looking extremely sexy.

Tom drove his own vehicle, a silver 2010 Passat, navigating easily through
the busy streets of downtown Chicago, pointing out various landmarks as he
drove.  Once back at the airport, he placed a hand on Christian's knee.
"Listen, thanks for a great time.  If you're ever in Chicago again, let me
know and I'll definitely pick you up again, okay?"

"Sure thing," Christian replied.  "Can I have your number?" he asked as he
handed Tom his cell.

After programming his number into the teenager's phone, Tom said, "Better
get going.  And listen, if you get horny while you're in the plane, just go
into the bathroom and jack off.  It's not exactly the mile-high club, but
it's close enough."

"What's the mile-high club?" Christian wondered.  Ah, the innocence of
youth.

"When you have sex on an airplane," was Tom's reply before shooing him out
of the car.  "Be safe, and don't have sex with any random strangers!"

Christian waved goodbye and watched the man who had taken his virginity
drive away before heading inside the terminal.  Double-checking that the
flight was still scheduled for the delayed time, he was surprised to see
that it had been pushed up and was leaving in twenty minutes.  "Oh shit!"
he exclaimed and sprinted toward the ticket counter, asking how to get to
his gate.

The employee behind the counter gave succinct directions, since it was easy
to get lost in O'Hare airport if you've never been there before.  Christian
raced toward the security checkpoint, thankful that there wasn't a long
line.  "Listen," he said to the security guard, "my flight leaves in twenty
minutes, can we hurry this along?"

The security guard just smiled and took his sweet old time processing
Christian's bag through the x-ray machine.  Even with the old man moving at
a snail's pace, the check thankfully only took a few minutes.  After
picking up his bag at the other end of the table, Christian sprinted down
the terminal, looking for the signs for his departure gate.  At long last,
he arrived, out of breath, just as the flight was finishing its final
boarding call.  Being at the end of the line, he had time to settle his
breathing and reach into his backpack for the boarding pass to Phoenix.

As he settled into his window seat on the plane, he looked over and
couldn't help but laugh when he noticed a familiar-looking woman sitting
across the aisle.  "Hi," he said as she removed her fur-trimmed fedora with
the bright pink feather.

"Well hello again young man," she replied in a thick Southern drawl.
"Fancy seeing you here."

"I almost missed the flight," Christian replied and shook his head.

"Too much good sex?" the woman asked with a raised eyebrow.

"W-what?" he stammered, unsure of what to say.

"Oh come on now," she retorted, lowering her voice to an almost-whisper.
"I know damn well he let you drink some of his cocktail, and once we landed
he probably took you into the bathroom and [lowering her voice even more]
had his way with you."

"How did you possibly know that?" Christian replied, stunned.  "Well, it
wasn't in the bathroom.  We went back to his place."

"Well you certainly had plenty of time for it, didn't you?" she said with a
shake of her head.  "These damn delays just kill me.  You would think with
all of the new technology coming out on a daily basis that they could fix
the timing of these darned flights and make sure they fly on time."

"Today is the first I've ever flown," he replied, unsure of what to say in
return to her remark.

By now, everyone was boarded and settled into seats, and fur-trimmed-fedora
lady took it upon herself to swap seats, gracefully sliding into the empty
seat next to Christian.  "I'm Eleanor," she said, extending her demure
hand.

"Christian," he replied, and the two shook ever so gently.

"So tell me how old you are, and what all you did during your layover,"
Eleanor asked with a knowing smirk.

Christian told her.  Everything.  Even that bit toward the end about Tom
taking pictures.  Eleanor's face became quite serious for a moment.  "By
now all of his friends have seen those pics."

"He wouldn't do that!" Christian exclaimed with a frown.  "He said he was
just taking them because he wanted a reminder of what we'd done."

"Listen deary," she replied and leaned close to the boy.  "I know you had
an exciting time, losing your virginity and all, but you need to be careful
about these things.  You're only fifteen, and he would have said anything
to get you into bed.  And believe me, those pictures he took have already
been sent to everyone he knows.  Unfortunately, that's just the way these
things work.  You'll find out soon enough, but don't worry because at least
you had some fun, right?"

Christian nodded, feeling quite dejected about what he had allowed to
happen.  Now that it was over, he felt kind of bad about it, doing THAT
with some guy he didn't even know, but it was too late to change things so
he just marched ahead with life.  "I can't wait until it happens again," he
confided to Eleanor.

"Which part," she asked with a laugh, already knowing the answer.

"All of it," they said in unison.

"When we land in Phoenix, text him and let him know you made it safely,"
she suggested.  "Then forget about him, don't talk to him again, and move
on with your life.  That's how a one-night-stand works, even if it was in
the middle of the afternoon.  And don't look so glum, you just had sex for
the first time, so relax, enjoy the wonderful afterglow, and be happy it
happened in the first place."

"You're right," Christian replied, and relaxed as best he could, allowing
his mind to wander and think back over what had happened.  That, of course,
was a bad idea because the more he thought about it, the more his dick
pressed against his jeans.  Then he remembered what Tom had said about the
mile-high-club and how jacking off in the bathroom was nearly the same
thing as having sex in an airplane.

As soon as the plane leveled off above the clouds, Christian excused
himself.  Eleanor half-stood to allow him passage, and he went to the back
of the plane, locked himself in the lavatory, stripped out of his clothes
and watched himself in the mirror as he stroked his boner.  "Fuck yea, fuck
my ass with that big dick," he softly moaned as if Tom was still there,
giving it to him from behind.  "Fill me up with another load of cum."

His hand a blur as he jerked himself, Christian played with his nipples,
pretending it was Tom, fondled his balls the same way his recent lover had,
and was shooting his way to another orgasm on that most glorious of days.

After licking the cum from his fingers, he hastily wiped off the excess cum
from his dick with toilet paper, dressed as carefully as possible to avoid
bumping into the nearby walls, flushed the toilet paper down the toilet
[wondering as he did so what happened to the waste], washed his hands, and
joined Eleanor back at his seat.

"I took the liberty of getting you a root beer," Eleanor said after his
return.  "I hope it's all right, since that's what you had on the earlier
flight."

"Thank you," Christian replied and sipped his cold drink, relaxing in his
seat as he thought over the day's events.  He was elated that he finally
had the chance to lose his virginity, but in hindsight he should have
waited for... well, for someone who wasn't a stranger, he'd decided.
Hopefully there would be plenty of opportunities in Phoenix during his
visit.  After all, it was sure to be hot there even though it was December
because Arizona was in the desert and that means plenty of shirtless guys
wandering around, hopefully looking for a nice, young boy to fuck.  His
mind was off like a bullet, thinking of all the hot men he could get to use
his freshly fucked hole, suddenly not caring about any of them being
strangers, after all.

Sex was definitely the best thing in the world, and fifteen-year-old
Christian Jacobs couldn't wait to have it again.  And again, and again,
and...
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The End
April 15, 2012,  2:36 am EST.