Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2013 12:36:46 +0000
From: Chris Smith <rimit789@gmail.com>
Subject: Creaming the Cabin Crew

This story is based on events which have been slightly changed, though some
of this is what happened to me:

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I sat at the departure gate, watching the other passengers pushing in a
scrum to board the aircraft early. I never understood this mad dash, as
everybody would have a pre-assigned seat and I was certainly in no rush to
board the aircraft knowing I would be cooped up in economy class for the
next 8 hours. I used this opportunity to pop to the bathroom briefly to
brush my teeth and make myself feel slightly more human after a full day in
meetings in Chicago. After my brief 2 day trip, packed each day with
meetings, I had not recovered from the jetlag the first time, nor had time
to explore any of the city. My Chicago experience had involved a hotel
room, the office and the taxis between them. After brushing my teeth, I
applied some deoderant and gave myself a sniff of the pits. Whilst not
completely fresh after a day at work, I thought a spalsh of something
soap-smelling would be slightly courteous to my seat neighbours on this
overnight flight.

It seemed as if the flight might be quite busy this evening. As I left the
bathroom, the queue was dying down nicely, so I took my place in the
economy line. Why am I flying economy class after a grueling 2 days of
work, you might ask? Good question! Probably best to consult my corporate
policy, which doesn't allow us young'ns to revel in the luxuries of
business class. I only joined the company last year as a fresh faced
graduate straight from university, in my first proper job.

Certainly, I was increasingly living the life I had always wanted- I had
the job in London, the nice clothes and increasingly I had the looks. I had
never really been a looker at school, but as I got older and started taking
care over my appearance, I started to turn a few heads. I am fairly tall
and slim, with a gym toned body from all the cardio sessions and fixed
weights I was increasingly interested in. My piercing blue eyes always seem
to get commented on, though many people think they are coloured contact
lenses. My best feature, however is definitely my pert ass and I always
make sure to buy clothes to highlight this asset- no better feeling than
walking into a bar and feeling many eyes follow your backside as you walk
across the room.

It's also fair to say that since my university days, I have become a fairly
sexually liberated. I hate the term "slag" or "slut"- I'm just a 25 year
old guy with a strong sexual appetite and very broad tastes. It just
happened my group of best friends were very similarly minded, which always
gives rise to a series of competitions and one-upmanship, such as the time
we had a competition to fuck the oldest guy. If you find the right bar in
London, it's not much of a competition, believe me. Anyway, I managed to
bag myself a hot little 74 year old called Derek. He let me pound his
sagging, pasty little ass three times that night and what he could do with
his mouth was pure oral-poetry. The worst thing was, I didn't even win that
competition. Though needless to say, I enjoy sex.

Anyway, from this tangent and back to my flight. I boarded the aircraft and
was pointed to my seat. As a ratehr tall chap, I was so glad when I found
out I had been assigned an emergrncy exit row, right by the window.
Standing in my way was a member of the cabin crew, who I had to squeeze
past to get into my seat. In my rush to get seated and organised, I hadn't
registered his face, but as I sat down and looked up, he was looking right
at me. If looks could melt, I would have been a pool of molten mess at that
very moment. He looked about my age, mid-twenties, average-build, blonde
hair cut into a neat, styled haircut and with a little bit of matching
blonde stubble. I find gay cabin crew can look a bit camp, but this guy
bucked the trend with his masculine charisma and boxy jawline. He continued
to look at me and in that look, even without a smile or any words, I was
sure there was some sexual attraction.

As the last of the passengers boarded, a man in his mid-thirties took the
aisle seat, his young family across the aisle, though nobody seemed to be
sitting in the middle seat tonight. Bingo! The guy at the end looked hot
enough; decent upper body in his tight fitting v-neck sweater and an
attractive enough face. For most of the flight, he would sit back and drink
while his wife struggled with a kids across the aisle- what a player!

As the safety announcements played, I kept meeting the gaze of the cabin
host. I could see by now his name was Sam and he had the cutest Welsh
accent. At one point, he bent down on the other side of the aisle, giving
me a direct view of his beautiful ass, pert and inviting. The line of his
y-fronts were visible through the tight fitting material. I go mad for a
man in y-fronts. I was now quite horny- I hadn't exactly gone without
wanking during this trip, as I probably managed 4 a day including one on
the flight over, however I was glad I was seated, as I was seriously
tenting by now.

After departure, the first round of drinks came around and I was served by
Sam. I asked for a whiskey and was given 3 bottles. It doesn't take 3
bottles to get me into bed. The whole time he served me he maintained eye
contact with his emerald green eyes. After a couple of beers, in typical
British fashion where you can only speak to strangers when under the
influence, my seat neighbour decided to strike up a conversation. His name
was Andrew and he had been on holiday with his family in the States and was
looking forward to getting back home. After probably an hour of small talk,
he moved on to the topic of sex. Straight sex, that is. He was obviously
drunk enough by now to start talking about his sex life, the type of women
he finds attractive (big boobs, of course) and how he sometimes plays away
when on business trips. I was mostly listening at this point, nodding away
in agreement, shocked that he was being so candid so close to his wife and
children. In reality, of course, I was getting more than a bit turned on by
hearing a staight man talking about sex. Especially when they think you're
straight too. Haha. I almost came in my pants when he told me he loved
anal, as it felt super tight, but that his wife never let him fuck her up
her back-chute.

A few hours later, I decided to head to the back of the plane for a leg
stretch and to get myself another whiskey. By this point I was a bit woozy
with the warmth of the alcohol in me. In the very back galley, Sam was
sitting there with another male colleague, who both looked up at me

"Can't sleep?" asked Sam. "Come and have a drink with us. Though we're on
water, haha".

I tried to make small talk about what they had done in Chicago, where they
had gone. I sensed that when Sam talked about the bars they had been to, he
was trying to let me know that he had been to gay bars in the city and that
he was gay. I had no idea of Chicago's gay scene, so I just nodded, not
wanting to give away too much information if I was wrong in my assertion
that he was flirting with me.

Sam had probably realised that subtlety wasn't getting us anyway fast, when
he asked me bluntly in front of his colleage: "you fucked any ass over
there?". Taken aback, I wasn't quite sure how to respond. My shock only
seemed to amuse him and his friend. "No, actually, I didn't get the chance
to check out the talent". Getting confident in myself again, I added "I
have the bluest balls in the world". This wasn't strictly true, but seemed
like the thing to say.

This seemed like the green light he needed and he walked over to one of the
toilets at the back of the aircraft- the one with "out of use" on the door.
Using his master key, he unlocked the door and ushered me in with his eyes.
As I looked at his colleague, he smiled wryly and obviously was in cahoots
with Sam. It seemed as if they were eachother's wingmen!

What is to lose, I thought, as I followed him in and locked the door behind
me. Wow, this wasn't like the movies- it was so small, we had to move in
tandem. Almost as soon as I turned to face him, he gave me the most
passionate kiss, like it was his last, pulling at my hair and grabbing my
ass roughly through my pants.

He took a seat on the toilet, so his mouth was parallel with my package
which was stretching against my jeans by now. It seemed that foreplay was
not part of Sam's vocabulary, as he yanked my zipper downand thrust his
hand into my jeans, fumbing around for my cock through my cotton Aussie
Bums. As he managed to yank my 8" uncut penis out my jeans, he held it
against his cheek and inhaled in a way which showed just how much this guy
loved man-cock.

He licked the length of the shaft, down to the base. Normally, I love my
balls being sucked on, but this guy was not in the mood for removing enough
clothes to do that. As he reached my foreskin, he took his time licking
every last bit of my head, as he peeled back my foreskin, the crimson head
of the present being unwrapped. I had not showered since this morning, so
my dick must have tasted salty from my previous loads. Ther front of my
y-fronts were certainly still crusty from that day's work. He worked my
head further and further into his mouth, until his nose was banging by
jeans zips and he was almost gagging. Wow, this guy was a pro.

After ramming my cock into his mouth fast and furiously for a couple of
minutes, so that his face was ruby red and sweaty with the effort of
keeping up this first class blowjob, I decided to have this session on my
terms, so I pulled him to his feet and took his place on the seat, the rim
still warm from where he's been sitting. I then turned him around and
pulled at his trousers. He took the hint and unbuckled quicky, pulling his
white y-fronts down with his trousers, giving me view of his bubble-butt. I
noticed that it was fairly tanned with no tan-marks. Wow, this guy was a
nude sunbather as well!

I knew we didn't have all the time in the world, so I just dug in with my
tongue. His crack had a smattering of blonde hair, matching the colour of
the rest of his hair. He had that taste that I absolutely love, of slightly
sweaty ass. I lapped it up, kissing, teasing the hole before digging in
before like I hadn't eaten for a week. My favourite place in the world is
with a guy sitting on my face. It's where I'm at home! I can't be sure how
long this went for, but after what felt like seconds, he shoved a bottle in
my face and said "fuck me".

He didn't have to ask twice. I grabbed the bottle, sloshed some lube in my
hand and coasted my rock stiff dick in the greasy lube, wanking my meaty
dick as I did it. I then put some on his ass, a little quickly judging by
the yelp he gave of the cold lube directly on his tongue-loosened hole. I
didn't care, as I was a horny fucker by this point. I grabbed him by the
waist and thrust him down on my cock. With no time to get used to my cock,
I started to bounce him up and down, rhythmically; first slowly, then fast,
then slowly. After a while, I flipped him round and attempted doggy style
over the toilet, as far as the small space would allow. His ass wasn't the
tightest I have ever felt, though judging by the fact he and his colleague
have a sex toilet closed to the passengers, I assume he gets his fair share
of cock!

After as while I told him I was about to cum, at which point he slides off,
takes my dick in his mouth and I know what I do. I just shoot. And shoot
and shoot. It feels like gallons of creamy spunk coating his mouth. Like a
good bottom, he doesn't take his mouth off my cock until every last drop is
swallowed. He must have cum at the same time as I noticed that my jeans are
coated in stringy white cum. Lovely.

After that, he pulls up his pants, buckles his belt and asks for my
business card. In a happy, content daze, I gave it to him. Of course, he
emailed me the next day and we have met up na few times since.

As I walked back to my seat, Andrew was still awake, watching a movie with
another whiskey. By this point, he was quite tipsy and asked me where I
have been.I told him I was sitting with the cabin crew, to which he
wrinkled his nose and asked me if I was sure, as he hadn't seen me back
there when he had gone for a leg stretch. I assumed he would drop the
topic, but after a few seconds he lent in and sniffed.

"Have you had sex? That smells like ass to me"

At this point, I decided to be honest. What the heck. He had been to me.
"Yes, I just fucked the air host in the toilet and it was magical"

He winked. "Here's my business card. Give me a call sometime..."