Date: Fri, 19 Feb 1999 16:12:23 CST
From: "John or call me Bok" <bokjay@hotmail.com>
Subject: Flying High (M/M, M/T, Anal, Oral)

Okay, if you are a minor or might be offended by reading of sex, then
dont read.

Some part of this really happened and that led to my imagination filling
in the rest.  Hope you all enjoy.

Flying High

A couple of years back, I decided to save some money and fly back to
England for my vacation from where I work in the Middle East using
Air XXXXXXXX.  The ticket is cheap even though they only go as far as
Amsterdam and then you fly to the local UK airport with another carrier.
No problem if you are saving money, but there can be snags.  On this
occasion I had re-confirmed my booking back to the Middle East in good
time and arrived in Amsterdam to catch the main flight.  When I went to
the check-in the lady at the desk told me the fight was full and I
couldn't board the plane.  I wondered how this could happen when my
return journey had been confirmed.  She said my name was not on the
list.  Another passenger in the queue said he had the same problem as
well.  The lady said we should wait around in case there were some
no-shows and we would get a seat.  That's all very well, but if I didn't
there I was in another country and the next flight is three days away.

I hung around the airport for a couple of hours till everyone had
checked in.  One of the ground staff came up to me and said they were
very sorry but there was no room on the plane and I would have to join
the queue for the next flight.  Great, I was loosing my temper by now,
as there was no guarantee the next flight would have an empty seat
either, it could be a week or two before I got another confirmed
reservation.

The lady told me they were very sorry but there was nothing else they
could do, perhaps I would like to take the matter up with the local
manager, but that would be only in office hours and as it was the
weekend, not until Monday morning at the earliest.  I was angry.
Amsterdam is a great city, I've been there a couple of times, but this
was the end of my holiday and I was due back at work, so was not
carrying any amount of cash to go out and have a good time.

Myself and a couple of other passengers that had been "bumped off" were
having a go at the Air Lanka ground staff when another official looking
guy appeared.  He spoke quickly to his co-workers and then announced to
us that there would be another plane the same evening if we would care
to wait another four hours.  What option did we have?  He explained they
had a plane that had been for overhaul to the KLM workshops and they
would take us back in this on its return to their home base.

Great, saved at the bell!  Well hanging around for another four hours
was no fun either, but it was better than the prospect of waiting till
the following morning for a flight back home to the UK.  The time passed
and an official came to escort us through the immigration and customs.
The flight was not announced, being a special it was not up on the board
with a flight number.

I hadn't given it much thought but once on the plane I realised there
were only 20 or 30 passengers.  I was given three seats by the window
and I immediately felt better at the prospect of being able to bed down
for most of the flight, although I don't usually get any real sleep when
travelling by plane.

Anyway, there I was sat in my seat, ready for take off when the cabin
crew came around to check we were buckled up correctly as they do.  The
steward on reaching me said, good evening sir, all buckled up?  Without
waiting for my reply he reached down to my lap and put his hand over the
clasp and at the same time taking in all my crotch.  He squeezed it
gently and said with a grin, very good sir!  He held my gaze for a
second or two, even raising his eye brows and then quickly moved down
the aisle to another passenger.

Shit, did I imagine that or not?  The guy just felt me up!  And the look
he gave me, well that was a come-on if ever I saw one.  I hadn't really
looked at him before he came to my seat, but as I stared after him I
could see that he was actually very good looking.  Perhaps around 20-22,
not too tall but well made with nice proportions.

I felt quite shocked for some time, just the sheer surprise of what he
did.  I kept my eye on him as he walked up and down the cabin.  The more
I studied him, the better looking I thought him to be.  Perhaps in
casual clothes he would be a knock-out.  He glanced at me a few times
and raised an eye brow, but whether that was directed at me or was his
natural expressions I couldn't make up my mind.

Finally the plane took off and then the usual rigmarole of safety video,
then drinks and finally the dinner.  All this time the steward didn't do
anything to make me think I hadn't made a mistake about being felt up.
He was busy with his job I know, but I thought he would find some reason
to walk by or ask if I wanted something, but he didn't.  Finally I
stopped looking at him and read some magazines and a book I had brought
with me.

After the dinner had been cleared away, they put on the film.  I forget
what it was as the sound was not too good and I thought my book to be
more interesting.  Before I knew it, the film had finished and when I
looked about the plane, it seemed as if everyone was already sleeping.

I tried to get comfortable and succeeded in arranging all the cushions
to make a reasonable bed.  I was tired out and quickly went into a
slumber.  I don't know how long I had been asleep but some noise or the
aircraft startled me awake.  Maybe it was a bad dream, but I knew I
couldn't go back to sleep again, at least not for a while.  I decided to
read some more, but first I wanted to use the toilet and more
importantly, get up and stretch.  The interior was black.  The lights
had been dimmed and no-one had any reading lights on so it was unusually
dark as I carefully made my way to the rear of the plane.  I didn't want
to bang any heads or feet sticking out into the aisle, so I eased my way
down more by feel than sight.

As I got to the toilets, just before the galley, I could see one of the
cabin staff leaning against the units. Just before opening the door, I
glanced again and from this position, could see it was the guy who
groped me earlier.  He recognised my face and smiled at me.  I nodded
back to him in reply.  He then jerked back his head to call me past the
toilet to the galley.  I was not in a desperate hurry to use the
bathroom,  it was really just to exercise my body.  So I closed the door
and moved a few more paces to him.

Another of the flight crew was there, at the other side of the aircraft
and he was saying how he was going forward and would take care of
everything from there.  This guy, the one who nodded to me,  said OK, he
would take some sleep then.  When the other steward left he turned to
me, and asked me how I was, where was I from and stuff like that.  He
was friendly and had a nice smile. In-between talking to me, he was
closing things up in the galley, finally turning off the main light in
there.  That just left some small lights on meters and things like that
burning.  It was not black, but it was very dark.  After the light of
the galley it took some time to get used to it again, but it was enough
to make out his face when I was next to him, not much more.

His name was Shehan and he was from Kandy.  I had been to Sri Lanka once
and had done a trip up there,  so he was pleased I knew something of it.
I asked him if he was sweet like his name-sake, which made him laugh.
He said he was and would I like to taste!  That left me a bit short for
words, I was not so quick at coming back to lines like that.  I mumbled
something in reply, but he had me.  If I didn't like something sweet he
said, he was sure I was just the spice.  I laughed again, but abruptly
coughed as his hand cupped my crotch.  "I saw you had a real bunch
there" he said.  "Quite a package if I may say so".  Shit! I was right,
he did grope me on purpose!

"You are not desperate to return to your seat are you?" he asked me.
"Well no," I said, "I only needed to stretch myself with the walk down
here".  "Well then, you can come with me", he said.  I wondered where he
had in mind.  He pulled something from his pocket and stepped past me to
the aisle again, but towards the rear and unlocked a door.  He reached
to me without saying anything and pulled me to the door.  As I stepped
towards him, he gently pushed me past and into the "room".  It was
another toilet but a large one with the drop down table for women to
change babies.  "We have kept most of the toilets locked so there is
only a couple to keep clean, there is no need to use all of them for so
few passengers" he said as if to explain.  He stepped in and locked the
door behind him.

He reached to my crotch again and squeezed it, making me tingle and fill
out a little.  Expertly he unzipped the front of my jeans and unhooked
the waist button.  Then he dropped to his knees, pulling down my jeans
as he did so.  He ran his hand over my "basket" again and then looked up
at me and smiled.  I said nothing, this all happening a bit fast for me.
The touch of his hand had me filling out more and more till my cock was
standing straight behind the cotton briefs.  He slid his thumbs under
the elastic and slipped them down from my hips till they joined the
jeans around my ankles.

He admired my standing cock for a while, turning it to the left, to the
right, bending it up and down to look at it from every angle.  He said
simply, "very nice", and popped it into his mouth. He worked up and down
on it, licking around the head then taking it full in till he must have
swallowed it. It was good, really good.  One hand was playing with my
balls and the sensitive patch just behind it.

Yes, he was good, an expert in cock sucking.  I started to get that
tingling feeling when the sap starts to rise. I was thinking would he
like me to cum in his mouth as I was wondering what I was going to do
with the result of his exertions.  Suddenly he stopped and stood up.
"Beautiful cock," he said as he undid the belt and top of his pants.  In
a second they were down to his knees and he dropped his jockeys to
follow them.  He was hard too, no prizes for guessing that.  His cock
was not so long, about six inches or a bit longer, but it was quite fat
giving his dick an overall high score for size.  He didn't let me look
at it too long though, putting his hand on my shoulder he said, "your
turn", almost as an order as he pulled me down towards his cock.

I didn't mind tackling it though, and altered my position so that I
could kneel down to get comfortable for the job in hand.  I took it in
full straight away.  His groin smelled fresh as if just coming from the
shower.  I liked that.  I sucked him for a while till he put both hands
at the back of my head and started to face fuck me.  I didn't have to do
any work, just manage the meat between breaths as he pistoned in and out
of me. He was a bit forceful though, not minding ramming it full in on
every thrust.  It was okay, with him holding the back of my head, I
could take it, and enjoyed it.

But he wasn't going to do this for the rest of the trip.  In only a
minute I felt his cock get really hot and start to stretch to the limit.
His fingers grabbed my hair as his excitement rose.  Shit, he is going
to cum very quickly I thought.  Wondering what he would do, whether to
get my head off it and wank him the final bit or not, or maybe he
wouldn't let me.

It was the latter.  He speeded up his thrusting and started to heavily
draw his breath.  I could tell he was going to cum and used my tongue on
the end of his dick to give him as much friction as I could.  I still
thought he had a bit to go, but catching me by surprise he squeezed my
head into his groin and started pumping his juice into the back of my
throat.  He had lots as well, no choice on whether to hold it or swallow
it.  It had to go down or it would be running out the sides of my mouth
and onto my clothes.  I gulped it down as each pulse squirted more into
me.  Not bad, a bit sweet but not quite candy!

He stopped and caught his breath but keeping it still in my mouth.  Then
he slowly withdrew and squeezed the shaft till a big glob came to the
end.  He pushed his hips forward again and wiped it off on my face from
cheek to cheek, then dipped it back in my mouth for a final wash!  A bit
cheeky I thought.  This one is very active. "Mmmm. You were good!" he
offered.  "Now lets see what you can do with that spice stick."  He
laughed and went down on it again.  It had gone a little soft with my
attention being on not suffocating a while ago.

Quickly it was up to full stand again and then he stopped.  "Change
places" he commanded and I shuffled past him to the door.  Once in my
place he turned with his back to me and bent down, propping his body up
leaning on the toilet cover, still covered with the tissue seal.  He
didn't have to ask or tell me what he wanted.  Moving up closer to him,
I put some spit on my cock and then with my fingers, worked some around
his hole.  When I had enough on it, I moved up close behind him and
slowly worked my way into his ass.

He grunted a bit, I didn't think we had time to mess around with too
many niceties.  Then I was in him.  Just holding off for a while so he
could catch his breath, I then started to work his ass.  He was into it
as well, bracing himself to counter every thrust I made.  I could get
all the way in him, no problem.  Nice. Hot. Juicy even.  I liked the way
he was enjoying it and  had no qualms about giving him some good heavy
fucking.  Slamming it up, the thwack of my hips against his ass cheeks.
Almost like the beat of a snare drum. Thwack, thwack, thwack.  Oh it
felt good.

Maybe quick sex is good because it is quick.  You do something you don't
expect and the feelings are so much higher.  In no time at all my soup
started to boil.  He could use his anal muscles well, squeezing me,
almost  milking me like a cow.  I told him I was going to cum and he
just braced himself harder, I could feel it.  So I went at it, just
loosing myself completely to the job of cuming.  For those final moments
I fucked him really hard, harder than I think I have ever done, and then
pow!  I sank onto his back and let my juice fly inside him, working my
hips till the last drop had been expelled into that tight juicy hole.

I pulled out and grabbed some tissue to clean up.  When he turned around
I could see he was a full mast again.  So quick!  "That was good" he
said, "but this will be better.  Change places and let's get on with it,
I'm bursting for the same thing now."   I thought we had finished and
was not so sure about getting fucked now I had cum, somehow once the
juice has gone, the feeling has gone as well.  But I couldn't argue
really and did as he said.  Now I bent over and braced myself for his
assault.

But it didn't start so quickly.  Instead of dick ramming in there, I
felt something warm and soft.  His hand was playing with my balls again
and I soon recognised that luxurious feeling as his hot tongue working
into my ass.  I wasn't going to argue with that, just the thing to put
me back into the mood again.  He tongued me till I was warm and wet, I
wished he would have gone on, on and on, all the way back to the Middle
East for me.

His tongue was replaced by a finger and then fingers.  Just working me
bigger, frigging my hole, making me actually want to get fucked.  He
knew just when I was ready, for they were smoothly pulled out and I felt
his fat cock poking up to my rosebud.  Placing his hands to my hips, he
leant his weight into me and pulled me back to meet him.  He slid inside
in one smooth continuous movement.  When fully in, he gave me a sharp
jerk with his hips to let me know it.  Shit, it took my breath away.
Like I said, he had a fat cock and I could feel him really stretching
me.  Saying "hang on", he started to machine gun my ass, quick sharp
thrusts that pounded into me.  Soon a numbness began to grow and glow
from my ass.  Kind of a prickly heat feeling.  I've been fucked before,
but this guy knew how it should be done.

It felt like first he was fucking straight into me, then it felt like
forty five degrees to the left, then to the right.  I felt my ass really
stretching.  But with his hand working my balls and cock, I didn't mind,
I wasn't complaining, just it was all a bit of a surprise. Well it was
one after another since the journey began.

Soon his thrusts grew frantic, an incredible speed, if I'd had had false
teeth, they would have been knocked out for sure.  It was just starting
to get a bit much for me when he groaned loudly, I hoped there was
no-one anywhere near the toilets.  Then with one almighty ram, he
flooded my ass with his cream, pumping and pulsing, I could feel it
oozing down past his cock and running down the tops of my legs.  This
guy came by the bucket full!

He smartly pulled out and started to clean up, making sure nothing
reached his uniform.  Now that would take some explaining wouldn't it,
covered in Clorox smelling white stains!  Me too, I needed a wash and
freshen up after that one.  "You are really nice," he said, "do you fly
Air XXXXXXX often?"  "Well maybe I would if I knew you would be on board" I
said.  "Not usually any chances like this he said, this happens once in
a blue moon, in fact this is my first time".  "Mine too" I said.

Welcome to the mile high club, courtesy of Shehan and Air XXXXXXXX!!


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