Date: Mon, 5 May 2008 23:41:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: bill vincent <waycool805@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Flight, Part 1

The Flight
Kevin Prinon
Part 1

This Story is purely fiction


I was not looking forward to moving back home. The assignment in Cebu had
provided lots of free time and chances to meet a number of very cute Pinoy
boys from the college down the street. Most of them had waist sizes smaller
then my arms . Probably most were 24's to 26's . Nicely proportioned chest
and dicks that were rock hard and shot like fire hoses.  Got pretty
attached to two of them and had each of them over my house on a number of
separate occasions on pretty regular basis before I left. Got pretty used
to the dark honey colored skin, black straight hair and beautiful brown
eyes and killer smiles. That climate make them develop early and have
ferocious sexually appetites if you can be patient and good to them and
teach them how to make love slowly.

Being a white guy we sure stick out over there. Most times I was almost a
foot taller towering over my companions as we traversed the streets of the
Wet market near my house had lots of "eye candy". It was funny either guys
there are not aware of gay cruising or its in their culture not to be taken
back by staring at guys. I'd look at a boy in a stall or with his companion
and he would hold a stare with me. We'd smile and wave back at me as I
walked thru the market on my way to the boulevard.  You might think that
just friendly but who knows but I never lacked for the supply of willing
young men to climb into my bed with me and fool around for the afternoon or
evening.

Nineteen year old Ramil slept over the night before I left and took the cab
with me to the airport. He insisted on helping with the bags, which were
almost too much for his little frame.

He sobbed all the way to the airport and kept asking, "When are you coming
back? Bellie? When will you be back to Cebu? I miss you already?

Things had gone well with us those last few days of my stay after my
contract had ended. We had gotten pretty good tans finally after the rainy
season ended by taking trips on our bike rides and walks on the beaches
together in the hot Cebu sun.

Finally I had to go thru Security and had to say my last good bye to Ramil
who by this time was a "sobbing mess"

I rushed up to Customs and paid my airport fee, check my baggage at the
ticket counter and walked over to the VIP lounge to await the boarding to
Hong Kong. And eventually back to the States.

The lounge was crowded a mixture of American Tourist as well as Pinoy
families with children and a lot of Chinese families since this was the
beginning of Chinese New Year.

You can sort of see family resemblances when looking at two or three
generations of families traveling together.

One family stuck out and seemed to be filled with strikingly good-looking
features.

Mom, Dad, Grand Mom , sister and boy...he was a Chinese boy with shocking
blue-black hair cut in that cute Asian style that rich kids seem to wear.
Sort of like it was shaped in a perfect cut like a Chinese rice bowl each
time he turned his head, every hair stayed in place. The kid appeared to be
nervous about traveling and the family was trying to reassure him. He was
dressed in a red short sleeve cotton button shirt and belt less dark blue
shorts. The shorts must have been from China because they looked like
little boy shorts.  Sort of like little schoolboys wear, except he was an
older boy. You know tight tailored short shorts with big baggy legs. Before
he sat down he looked maybe 5'5- 5'6, with a slim little waist. The kid
kept digging his hands into his pockets and looking around the terminal. I
could swear he was sporting a woody sticking straight up against the
elastic waist of his shorts, but I didn't dare stare.

Well with all the confusion of announcements and delays. I sort of lost
track of the family till I boarded the plan and found the family had the
seats assigned across from me.

The kid was on the isle seat almost directly across from me.

While the plane was loading. I didn't pay much attention to him or his
family but once we got airborne I was able to see that his looks were
actually stunning. His face was small and petite, his lips were big and
kissable and his body was well proportioned yet small enough to make him 16
or 17 maybe 18. He seemed uncomfortable and fidgeted around in his seat. He
was at first preoccupied with getting his Ipod working, finally he seemed
to settle down. He turned my way and boldly stared at me. A long deliberate
stare looking me up and down he seemed satisfied with what he say and
finally he shielded his mouth with his passport so his family could not see
and smiled and mouthed "hello' He adjusted his seat belt and seems to reach
under his waist to adjust some thing else. He then seemed to settle back
rocking his knees open and close apparently to the tune he was listing. I
snuck a quick glance and was shocked to see that he had a boner peeking out
of the right leg of his shorts. It flashed every time he opened his legs.
He had positioned himself so that no one could see if except someone
sitting across from him.  I took my time and looked up his leg to his
crotch then up to his red shirt opened at the neck, gold chain and into his
opened eyes as he smiled and shook his head as if an acknowledgement. I
looked down at his leg and saw his rock hard chubby. It appeared to be
almost pencil thin " 4-5" long with small pointed bright red helmet head
drooling clear honey

I smacked my lips and he chuckled. He shook his finger in front of him as
if to chastise me for looking so lustfully at him and mouthed "Later". The
flight from Cebu to Hong Kong was only two hours and little did I know what
he meant.

All's I knew was the my "7" inch monster was raging at it's gate, wanting
to be let out to play" I was wearing my 501's "California " style, which
afforded me lots of room for it to get hard and slide down my leg.

Well the flight got off on time considering how full it was not one sat
next to me so that I could get away with spending most of the flight with
my neck cranked over my shoulder non -chalantly staring at the throbbing,
bobbing, and leaking boner not more then three feet away from me.  God ! I
don't know how he did it, but he proceed to keep that thing bone hard
sticking out of his shorts every time I looked over. If he noticed me
staring he would give me a show by milking it and letting the pre cum drool
down onto his sneakers. They were now slick with what must have been a
gallon of pre cum.  He'd rub the rest over the smooth taunt head then bring
his fingers up to his lips and lick them and smile. That cock of his must
have drooled more liquid then he consumed in flight.

Almost at the end of the flight his mother who was sitting next to his was
sleeping, she suddenly woke up with a start and almost caught him. He
quickly covered it with a blanket. She apparently needed to use the rest
room, so did little sister so instead of just standing up he stood up
walked out of the row and stood with his back to me and sat on the arm of
my seat. I moved my arm to the armrest and caressed his buns, He stood up
and I let my arm drop over the side of the seat and he backed up against
them. After his mother left he stayed there a moment and let me play with
nakedness of the back of his legs. When she came back he did the same
thing, except he faced me and stared at my boner while he let me fondle his
legs and the hem of his shorts, trying to fish for his boner with out
success.

The flight was ending and we were making our approach into Hong Kong it was
evening I had maybe a half hour before my fight to the states which would
be a fourteen hour trip beginning at 9pm local time.

The plane landed and once at the gate everyone stood up to open overhead
bins and disembark. My little sweet heart jumped up and positioned him in
my isle right in front of my seat, so that when I stood up my dick buried
into his tight ass crack. He pushed back against me bobbing back and
forth. "The little devil got me harder then a steel poker".  I reached up
and felt the warm smooth flesh of his arm. It seemed to take longer then
usual for everyone to move but in the commotion he even let me feel the
tight globes of his ass cheeks one at a time then both together, then I
moved my left hand around to fondle his still throbbing dick. I tried to
take it out and feel it without the material of his shorts, but moved his
hand over mine to prevent it and just pressed my hand against it while I
surrounded my fingers around the swollen pointed knob and felt it throb. I
tried to whisper into his ear I wanted him, but he ignored me and kept
speaking Chinese to his parents.

As, things in my isle cleared away we could not remain close, so he moved
away but not with out squeezing my hand and turning to me and softly
whispering in English.  "Later".

A warm smile appeared as I watched him stumble into the isle and follow his
parents. He walked straight ahead eyes forward without looking back.

I sort of felt a pang of sadness knowing full well that "later" was
probably his way of saying "Good Bye"

Oh well it sure made that two-hour flight pass quickly, I stuffed my hard
on back down my leg and followed suit after his Grandfather. I kept a
steady eye on his grandson, right up the ramp and into the terminal.

I sort of lost sight of everyone once in the terminal realizing that I
needed to "hoof" three terminals East to catch my "Red eye fight back to
the States".  Hong Kong Airport is an amazingly big place, but pretty easy
to get from terminal to terminal.

I just made it to the gate they were making last call for all passengers.

I jumped onto the plane and found my seat almost in the back of the plane.
This one being a transatlantic flight, it was one of those with six seats
in the Middle and Three seats on either side. It was only half full when
they seemed to close the doors. I took my isle seat in an empty row of
three on the left side of the plane. No one was sitting in either the
middle or the window seats.  I snatched two blankets for the two empty
seats near me and snuggled with a blanket till we took off. I must have
sort of dozed for a half hour but was awaken with a start when I heard a
commotion about someone wanting to sleep in row of empty seats next to
me. I peered out of my right eye to see a flash of jet back hair and red
shirt and dark blue short shorts coming up the isle to my seat and stopping
right next to my seat and pointing to the two open seats next to me to the
flight steward.

I was suddenly wide-awake and bone hard again!


To be Continued, Let me know what you think