Date: Tue, 30 Aug 2011 08:17:53 +0100
From: B DG <gssemail0123@gmail.com>
Subject: In-Flight Entertainment

This is my second story - the first being `The Bar', which you can find in
the authoritarian section in Nifty.

Please drop me an email if you have any comments or suggestions - it's
always great to hear from you.

Do remember this is a work of fiction. Safe sex is always a must.

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I'd never been to New York before. I'd also never flown first class, but
here I was, sat in the comfiest seat I'd ever sat in, waiting for the plane
to take off from Heathrow.

My mate Ben was sat with me, fingering through a magazine. He was a
good-looking guy - well built with blond hair and sharp, blue eyes. But he
was really shy. He found it almost impossible to talk to other guys.

(This was a not a problem I had ever had. I was half a foot taller than
Ben, broader, with dark hair and eyes. I was pretty confident and I'd never
had any problems getting pretty much any guy I set my mind to - and I had
no interest in whether they thought they were straight or gay.

Ben put his magazine down.

"OK," he said, "I'm bored already. How long is this flight?"

I patted him gently on the knee. He was like my kid brother. We'd never
fooled around - it would have felt wrong. He was too close a friend.

"Hours and hours," I laughed, "I can't believe that you're bored - it's
fucking first class!"

He sighed and looked out the window as the plane started taxiing down the
runway. I looked round the first class section of the cabin. There were
only a handful of people dotted around the seats.

In each of the four corners of the first class section, there was a member
of cabin crew, keeping an eye on their little section of high-paying
passengers. I noticed for the first time that they were all guys.

I leaned in to Ben and whispered in his ear.

"How about we have a bit of fun?" I asked, "I'll bet you fifty quid that I
can shag every one of the first class cabin crew by the time we reach New
York. As long as there aren't any women that I haven't spotted yet." I
winked at him and flashed what I knew was a winning smile.

Ben rolled his eyes.

"Just because they're cabin crew doesn't mean they're gay, you know," he
said, craning his neck to look round at them all.

I laughed. "I don't care what they are - it'll just make it more of a
challenge! Is it a bet?"

I stuck my hand out.

Ben laughed and shook it. "I don't think even you will win this one," he
said.  "And I want some proof that you've done the deed with each one. I'd
ask for a photograph, but you can't use your phone on the flight."

"We'll see," I said. "I guess I'll have to be creative!"

 Now I had to think - which one first?

The plane was delayed on the runway for a few minutes before takeoff, so
the cabin crew had chance to run through their safety demonstration. The
steward nearest us walked us through the opening and closing of the
seatbelt in time with the automated announcement.

I took the opportunity to appraise him.

He was relatively short - maybe five and a half feet, but he was perfectly
proportioned. He had short, dark hair that led down to a stubbly
beard. From his face I guessed he was about thirty - the same age as me.

As he moved through his safety demonstration I could see the muscles moving
under his uniform. Not huge, but from the look of it, nicely toned. No
wedding ring. Nice bulge showing in his pants. I've always loved a shorter
guy with a big dick. His name badge said "Joe".

He finished his demonstration and stretched to one of the overhead lockers,
putting away the demonstration strap and buckle he had been using. I stole
a look at his arse. Just what I'd hoped for, nice, tight and round.

As he turned, he caught me staring at him. I grinned at him. He smiled
back.

I laughed inside. This one was going to be easy.

Unfortunately, I had to wait. The seatbelt light came on and I had to wait
for the plane to take off and finally level off at is cruising altitude. I
spent most of the time making half-distracted small talk to Ben, while
trying to decide how best to approach Joe, trying to ignore the growing
pressure in my cock.

Eventually the infernal warning light turned itself off and I was able to
unbuckle my belt. Joe was busying himself with some drinks next to the
curtain at the far end of the cabin. It was the perfect time.

"Number one - watch and learn," I said to Ben, slipping out of my seat. I
made my way over to the overhead locker where Joe had stored his safety
demonstration equipment. I fished out the strap and buckle he had used and
made my way over to where he was tinkering with a drinks trolley.

"Can I help you, sir?" he asked, smiling. He had pretty perfect white
teeth, framed by his short cropped stubble.

I held up the strap.

"I'm afraid I'm not quite sure how these are supposed to work," I said,
putting my hand on his arm. He didn't pull away. "I was hoping that you'd
be able to give me a one-on-one demonstration again. Just in case of
emergency."

Joe nodded, with a look of mock concern on his face.

"Well passenger safety is our number one priority, sir," he said. "Shall I
show you here?"

The little tease!

I leaned in closer, so he could feel my warm breath on his ear.

"I don't want the other passengers to see that I didn't follow your first
demonstration," I said, "So is there somewhere more private we could go?
Maybe one of the toilets?"

"Of course sir." Joe led me behind the curtain and into one of the two
toilets situated on either side of the plane. There wasn't much room, but I
didn't need much.

He walked in in front of me and I followed him in. Before he could turn
round, I pushed him firmly against the cubicle wall, stopping him from
turning round. I started kissing his neck and ears while closing the door
behind me and turning the lock. I put the safety belt in the sink and used
my weight to push him even more tightly against the wall, crushing his
tight body against mine.  ( My hands started exploring every part of his
uniform. He shuddered under my touch, moaning as my tongue caressed the
back of his neck.

I reached round his hot little body and in one motion pulled open his
shirt. A couple of his buttons popped and rolled onto the floor. I pulled
his shirt apart and rolled it back down his arms and off his body, leaving
him naked from the top down, except for his tie.

Joe had a great back - smooth and nicely defined. I kissed my way down his
spine, his torso tapering to a nice `v' at his waist. I could see nice,
toned arms.

But I wanted more. I fumbled with his belt with one hand, still keeping him
pressed to the cubicle wall with the other. Off came his trousers and
underwear, which I threw in a heap with his other clothes in the corner.

This was my favourite part of shagging a new guy. Joe was naked, moaning
loudly at every kiss, lick or caress of my hands. I was still totally
clothed. I loved that feeling of power. - where your body is still hidden,
but his is right there for you to see and play with. Joe was mine now and I
knew I could totally dominate him.

I pulled Joe back off the wall and into my body. I knew he could feel my
dick rubbing into his arse through my trousers. But that was for later.

I leaned him back and kissed him deeply, my tongue invading his mouth,
exploring it. Then I pushed him forward so that he was belly down, spread
over the toilet.

God he looked hot. Totally naked except for his tie, face down, presenting
his ass to me for inspection. And it was quite an ass - as smooth as his
back and perfectly rounded.

I knelt behind him and caressed his butt cheeks. Joe's moans started up
again. I slowly spread his arse, looking for my prize. And there it
was. His pink hole nestled in a light dusting of dark hair. Just what my
tongue wanted.

Leaning in, I started lapping at it. I alternated licking, sucking gently
and even nipping lightly at it. He tasted slightly of soap - my little boy
was nice and clean. Within a minute or so, Joe was bucking, trying to push
his ass further onto my tongue and moaning like a hooker.

I was actually worried that he was getting too loud, so without my tongue
leaving his little his hot little hole I fumbled through his clothes until
I found his underwear. It was a pair of small white boxers. I reached round
and shoved them firmly into his mouth, muffling him. Then I loosened his
tie, pulled it up over his mouth and tightened it again, effectively
gagging him.

Then I turned my full attention back to his gorgeous ass. I could have
spent hours down here, but I had other things to do on this flight. Still,
I kept at it for a good ten minutes. I could tell he was getting more and
more sensitive round his hole - he was almost shaking by the time I gave
him one final lick and stood up.

I hadn't actually seen my boy's body properly yet - I stripped him and laid
him flat straight away. I wanted to see what I'd got here, so I flipped him
over onto his back.

His handsome face was covered in a film of sweat and his eyes were almost
glazed with lust. God but I was good at rimming. My gag of his tie and
underwear was still firmly in place over his stubble.

His torso was beautiful. Nice pecs with large brown nipples - I'd have to
do something with them later - led me down to a nice little six pack. It
was all covered in trimmed brown hair, even his treasure trail.

I kept the best till last. His pubes were shaved to the same length as his
body hair and the nestled around a very nice uncut dick. It was, of course,
fully erect and leaking pre-cum. I reckoned it was a good eight inches long
and very strongly veined. His furry balls hung low, presumably having
filled with cum since I started my assault on his ass.

I was definitely happy with Joe. But I wanted him to see a bit of me as
well, so I pulled off my t-shirt.

I am broad shouldered and smooth. I know guys really like my deep-cut
six-pack and big pecs. Joe's eyes widened - just the reaction I wanted. He
was all mine.

I grabbed the seat belt I'd used to snare Joe with and knelt over him. Our
chests ground together and I could feel his erect nipples rubbing against
mine. I started licking his neck. Even with the gag, he was making quite
some noise.

I pulled his hands together around the back of the toilet and wrapped the
seatbelt around his wrists, tightening and locking his hands together,
stopping him from moving and immobilizing him.

"I guess I was paying attention to your safety demonstration," I whispered.

I stood up and looked at the scene. My flight steward was entirely
mine. Naked, gagged, tied to the toilet and erect.

There was one more part of me I wanted Joe to see.

I slowly pulled the zipper down on my trousers and my dick pushed its way
out.  I'm proud of my cock - all ten inches of it. It's my secret weapon in
getting guys. It's thick and pretty damn near perfect. I've never met a guy
that was able to resist it once he'd seen it. Joe stopped moaning and
looked mesmerised.

It was time he saw what it could do.

I put my hand on each of his thighs and lifted his ass off the toilet. I
gently spread his legs and tucked one under each of my arms, making my
biceps bulge.

Then I lined my cock up with his hole, still slick from my tongue. Joe was
literally shaking in anticipation, clear liquid seeping from his dick and
pooling in his navel.

So I waited for a moment. I can be such a bastard when it comes to sex. I
paused, with the tip of my cock resting on his hole until he started
bucking desperately against his bonds. He was looking at me pleadingly,
making pathetic noises through his gag.

I took pity on him and sunk my dick into him - right the way up to my
smooth balls. My boy arched his back as much as he could, trying to get me
even deeper inside him. Guys can be made into such whores.

I set up a steady rhythm, changing position slightly until I found his
prostate. I could tell when I had the right position as his eight inch
pole, which I hadn't yet touched, started almost fountaining pre-cum.

Then I stopped. Joe's heavy breathing filled the room as he looked up at
me, clearly wondering what was wrong.

The thing is, I don't like having to do all the work. Just because Joe was
flat on his back and tied down didn't mean I had to do all the
thrusting. So I pushed my dick back inside him, slowly, until I knew I was
pushing against his prostate.

Then I ran my hands up my boy's sides to his armpits.

Then I started to tickle him.

Joe's face registered his surprise and he tried to shake me off. But he was
mine and he wasn't going anywhere.

As I continued under his armpits, he began bucking more and more violently
and I heard muffled laughter coming from through his underwear gag.

After a couple of minutes, the muffled laughter had turned into muffed
screams as I continued my attack on his sensitive pits. He was bucking and
twisting against his bonds.

Now normally if you tickle a guy, he'll lose his hard on. But I knew what I
was doing. My dick was buried deep in his bubble-butt, nestled against his
prostate. Each time he bucked, my cock rubbed against his love-nut, keeping
him hard and dripping.

And each time he wriggled, my cock moved in him - which felt great for me.

After a few more minutes, my boy was sobbing behind his gag, with tears
flowing freely down his face. I could tell from the spasms running through
his dick that he was close to cumming - and I knew I was too.

I stopped tickling him and Joe collapsed weakly back onto the toilet he was
tied to. Now he was limp, I shifted his legs so that his ankles were on my
shoulders. This meant I could thrust downwards into his ass - as deep as I
could go.

I pounded him hard. He was exhausted from the tickling and just lay back,
crying into his gag.

I felt my nuts swelling with my final few thrusts and, roaring, I
came. Half of my seed was buried deep in my boy's ass. But I pulled out
half way and sprayed the rest over his ass.

It was too much for Joe, who shuddered as his untouched dick
exploded. Because of the angle I was fucking him at, his cock was pointing
back at his face. Rope after rope of thick jizm poured out of him, coating
his face and his hair.

Joe went limp as I leaned against the wall, enjoying that post-orgasm
feeling. I let his legs fall from my shoulders.

After a minute I put my dick away, zipped up my flies and pulled my t-shirt
back on. Joe had barely moved, merely struggling weakly at his bound hands,
his face plastered in his own sticky cum and my seed oozing out of his
arse.

I knelt down and unbuckled the belt, setting his hands free, before
loosening the tie and removing the underwear gagging his mouth.

"I'm going to be taking your underwear and tie," I said to him, rubbing his
nipples and making him gasp, "This was fun!"

I unlocked the door, before turning and looking back at him. Joe was limply
draped over the toilet seat naked, cum starting to drip off his tight
little body onto the floor.

"Could I get a cup of tea in, oh, say five minutes, please?" I asked,
flashing him a smile.

With that, I left the cubicle and headed back to my seat, shutting the door
behind me.

I sat back down next to Ben, who stared at me.

"Where the hell have you been?" he said, "You've been gone forever!"

"Getting these," I said, handing him Joe's underwear and tie.

"Whose are these?" Ben asked, examining them.

"You'll see," I said, smiling.

Joe didn't arrive with the tea for a good ten minutes. As he approached us,
I could see that he'd tried to clean himself up as best he could, but
hadn't fared very well, presumably only having paper towels from the
toilet.

His hair was actually spiked with dried cum and I could see a couple of
spots of his jizm that he'd missed, congealed around his ears. His tie was
missing - I'd just given it to Ben. As he'd lost several buttons from his
shirt when I ripped it off him, there were gaps where you could see his
hairy little chest.

Best of all I could see that there was a large stain at the front of his
trousers. If you've ever cum and then worn trousers without underwear,
you'll know what that was.

I was willing to bet he had a matching stain round the back where my cum
was slowly dripping out of him.

"Here are your cups of tea, sir," he said, leaning over me to pass one to
Ben. He didn't meet my eyes, so I gently groped his cock, making him jump.

"Anything else I can do for you sir?" he asked.

Ben waved the tie and underwear at him. "Are these actually yours?"

Joe blushed a furious shade of red.  ( "Yes sir," he said. "Is there any
chance I can have them back? I feel rather uncomfortable without them."

I shook my head. "I can see how uncomfortable you are," I laughed, pointing
to the stain at his crotch. "Turn around."

I might not have still had my cock inside him, but Joe knew he was still my
little boy. He turned round slowly, giving Ben a view of the stain on his
arse.

Ben hook his head. "I don't know how you manage it." he said to me,
sounding jealous.

"I'll give you Joe to practice on, if you'd like?" I asked. I saw Joe jump
slightly.

Ben blushed this time. He shook his head.

"Well thanks anyway Joe," I said, turning to the humiliated steward,
"Apparently my friend doesn't want sloppy seconds, so why don't you run
along."

Joe started to move away, but I grabbed his forearm.

"I'l let you know if we need anything else."

He scurried away as I turned back to Ben.

"One down, three to go."