Date: Tue, 22 Jun 1999 01:21:20 EDT
From: EBayBarber@aol.com
Subject: Mile High CLub

I finally joined the Mile High Club last night, but with a most-unexpected
partner.

I was on the long flight from Los Angeles to Sydney.  About 3:00 AM body time
(we'd left from LA around 6 PM the night before, and it was some nine hours
into the flight) I got up to go use the lavatory.  The plane was totally
dark, everyone was sleeping.  About the only person up was a rather sleepy
flight attendant, who was reading a magazine in the attendant's are since he
had no passengers who currently needed attention.

I went to the row of lavatories at the back of the plane, chose one, and did
my business (I guess if this was a water sports story I'd give you more
details, but it isn't).  When I stepped out of the lavatory I nearly bumped
into Suresh, a young Indian from our office, who was also on the project and
making the long flight to Sydney.  He had also just come from a restroom,
which is why I hadn't seen him when I was heading for the lavatories.

We got to talking about this and that was when Suresh asked, out of the blue,
"Are you a member of the Mile High Club?"  That's the name for the virtual
club of people who have had sex in an airplane, in case you didn't know.

I said, "No.  Are you?"

Suresh said, "Not so far."  Then he floored me by asking, "Do you want to
become a member?"

I looked at Suresh, not that I could see him that well in the darkened plane.
 I liked what I saw:  Suresh was maybe 28, and very slim.  He had dark,
straight black hair, like most Indians and a smiling, friendly face.  He had
nice biceps (muscular arms are a turn-on for me), made all the larger by his
thin arms.  His chest also showed the results of long hours at the gym or an
active youth (I found out later it was mostly an active youth, playing
tennis, badminton, and doing lots of swimming).  His arms had only a sparse
coating of fine black hair, and in the vee of the polo shirts Suresh always
wore I could see a smooth chest.  I'd never seen Suresh's legs, since I'd
never seen him outside of work, so I couldn't vouch then for their
muscularity.  I can now, however.

I knew Suresh was straight, so I asked, "With whom?  You?  Aren't you
straight?"

Suresh said, "Yes, but I'm horny.  And I know you're gay."  Then he added,
"I've seen you checking me out."  Well, why not?  Like I said, Suresh was a
well-put-together young man.  "If you gave me a blow job," Suresh continued,
"Then we'd both be satisfied."  Isn't it funny how straight guys always
assume all gay guys are "bottoms" in the blow job scene?

I said, "If I'm going to get YOU off, you'll have to get ME off."  Suresh
protested that he was straight, and wouldn't suck me off.  So I told him,
"I'll get my rocks off by fucking you."  When he protested again, I pointed
out, "All YOU use your ass for is for shitting.  So why not let ME use it?
After all, you get to stick your cock into my MOUTH.  That's the deal, take
it or leave it.  And make up your mind quickly, before someone comes."

Suresh didn't say anything.  He just looked around quickly, to make sure no
one was around, then opened the door to one of the lavatories.  I squeezed
into it with him, and Suresh closed the door and locked it.  We looked at
each, not being sure how to continue in that cramped space.  Finally I
decided how we'd do it, so I said to him, "Undo your belt."  He did.  "Now
undo your pants, and slide them down."  I backed up, as much as I could, and
Suresh sort of wiggled and pushed, and managed to slide his pants down to his
ankles.

I was going to ask Suresh to take his pants off totally, but wasn't sure
there was room.  Then I noticed he wasn't wearing shoes, so I figured I could
take them off myself in a couple of minutes.  Suresh was wearing white BVDs,
which gave off a faint odor, the sweat of a day's wearing plus nine hours of
flight.  This was it, the big moment.

"Slide your underwear down."  Suresh slid them down.  Now he was more or less
committed.  I couldn't see what he had, the space was that small.  So then I
told him, "Get up on the counter.  That'll give us more room."

Suresh backed up and hopped up onto the counter.  His legs were together, as
though that would afford any protection.  I closed the toilet cover and sat
down on it.  I'd have to twist my body to do Suresh, but it was the only way
I'd have room.

Suresh waited for me, not sure what was next.  I surprised him.  I didn't
bend my face close to his crotch, ready to blow him.  Instead I bent forward
and reached for his ankles.  I took hold of the bottoms of both pants legs
and yanked them halfway off.  Suresh started to protest, but stopped when I
said,  "It'll be easier this way.  You'll be able to spread your legs more."

I pulled Suresh's pants off the rest of the way, and left them in a heap on
the floor.  I then took hold of his underwear and pulled it off.  Suresh
spread his legs, like he was testing that what I'd told him was right.  Now,
at last, I could get a look at my prize.

Soft, it was nothing special.  Suresh's cock was uncut, of course, and maybe
four inches long.  It was nestled in a thick patch of fairly straight black
hair, almost as straight as the pubic hair on the Asian boys I've done.  I
could hardly see Suresh's balls for all the hair, then saw his two jewels
cushioned by yet more hair.

I bent my head forward, ready to get started, and nearly gagged.  I may be a
little on the fastidious side, but I'd found out where the odor of sweat was
coming from (all you raunch guys are probably drooling about now).  "Don't
you ever shower?"  I complained.  Suresh protested that he had, but that the
plane was hot and it'd been a long day.

I had an idea.  I grabbed a couple of paper towels and got them thoroughly
wet.  I started wiping at Suresh's crotch.  I wet some more towels, and
thoroughly rubbed his balls and under them.  I noticed Suresh's cock started
to awaken then.  Finally I took hold of Suresh's cock and skinned back his
foreskin.  The towels rubbed away whatever sweat and cheese had been hiding
there.  At last when I sniffed I could hardly smell sweat-ah, I much prefer
the scent of a freshly cleaned or showered man, so I was ready to get started.

I told Suresh to spread his legs and lean back.  His shoulders pressed
against the mirror, and he rested his hands on his spread knees.  I took hold
of Suresh's cock and once again skinned back his foreskin.  I leaned forward
and engulfed most of his shaft, then slowly pulled my mouth back.  My tongue
swirled around the shaft, then the soft skin of the glans, then at last
tickled the tip and slit of his slowly hardening cock.  Again I engulfed his
cock, and again I swirled and pulled.  By the fourth time, I was holding
maybe six inches of hard manmeat in my hands (when I wasn't holding it in my
mouth).

I began working Suresh's cock in and out of my mouth in earnest.  Suresh
began sighing, I guess he liked that.  After a couple of minutes I stopped
with Suresh's cock most of the way out of my mouth.  Then I started working
on the glans and soft, exposed skin with my tongue and hot breath.  I guess
Suresh liked THAT even more, I tasted my first drop of Indian pre-cum ever
(I'm not sure what I expected; it didn't taste like curry, or cardamom, or
even coriander.  It tasted like good, old pre-cum.)

"Take off your shirt," I told Suresh.  He looked blankly at me, like he was
wondering why.  Or maybe he wasn't sure there was enough room.  "Well, at
least push it up and over your head."  Suresh comprehended THAT.  With some
difficulty he pulled up his shirt, then somehow managed to get it over his
head, so it was around his neck.

As I'd suspected, Suresh had a good build.  Not huge muscles, more tight or
wiry.  He had only a bit of black hairs around each nipple, which nestled
darkly against his dark brown skin.  I'm not sure if anyone had ever played
with his chest.  Well, probably no GUY had.  He sort of flinched as I took
one hand from his crotch and ran it up and down his chest, feeling the smooth
skin.

At last I found a nipple, and started playing with it.  I guess he was
sensitive THERE, also; more drops of pre-cum started leaking from the end of
his cock.  Since I couldn't let them go to waste, I once again started
sucking.

I kept that up for a couple of minutes.  Suresh was shifting around and even
starting to buck a little, so I stopped what I was doing, not wanting him to
cum too quickly.  I took his cock out of my mouth and pushed it up, out of
the way, with my nose.  I could now get at his jewels.  And delightful jewels
they were.  The hair covering them, although thick, was surprisingly soft, as
was the skin covering them.  I nibbled on them, and sucked, first on one then
on the other.  I took them both in my mouth and ran my tongue over and around
them.  I felt a drop of pre-cum, then another, on my nose.  I guess whatever
I was doing was the right thing.

I decided we shouldn't stay in the lavatory too long, so I decided to finish
Suresh off so I could get off.  I took a deep breath, opened wide, and
engulfed Suresh's cock down to the root.  I almost started sneezing when his
pubic hairs started tickling my nose.  Somehow I held off, and got down to
the serious work of getting him to cum.  I sucked and licked and worked my
tongue over and around the head of Suresh's cock.  I tugged-gently-on his
balls, then ran my fingers over and around them, ticking them and playing
with them.  My other hand I kept on his chest, as much for MY enjoyment as
for his.

I guess my mouth technique is as good with STRAIGHT guys as I'd been told by
gay guys that it was.  Pretty soon Suresh started bucking his hips like mad,
then thrusting them forward like he was fucking my mouth.  His hands, which
had hitherto been supporting his weight and balancing him on the sink,
somehow found their way to either side of my head.

Suresh gave the deepest thrust of his hips yet, then held himself there, his
cock buried deep down my throat as he came and came again.  Suresh was not
profuse with his juice, so I easily kept up, spilling nary a drop.  Four
spurts and he was down to a dribble.  I kept sucking, as a newborn calf on
her mother's tit, running my tongue over the glans and sucking hard to coax
the last drops of juice.

Finally he pushed my head away; I guess his cock was getting sensitive after
cumming.  "Hey, dude," he said, "That was great!"

By then I'd caught my own breath, and was preparing in my mind how to jockey
us around so that I could get off.  After an appropriate pause, I replied,
"Glad you liked it.  Now it's MY turn to get off."

One thing I'll say, Suresh kept his word.  He didn't look happy, but he did
say, "What do we do?"

"Stay there a moment," I said, "Out of the way.  There isn't much room for us
to maneuver."  Suresh sat there, basking in the afterglow, I guess, as I
stood up.  I wasn't wearing shoes either, so it was but a moment's work for
me to shuck my own pants and underwear and kick them into the corner.

Suresh looked down at my cock.  It was hard, of course.  It had been hard
since I'd started playing with Suresh's cock with the paper towels.  I'm not
huge, just amply endowed, 7 inches the last time I'd measured it (which was
BEFORE I'd started pumping, so it was probably just a tad bigger now.  Of
course I hadn't pumped on THIS trip-now THAT would be a good story-so Suresh
didn't have anything to be TOO scared of.)

I stood with my back against the wall opposite the sink, and told Suresh,
"Get down, now."  He did.  Since he was facing me, my cock was sort of poking
him in the belly.  He looked down at it, then back at my face.  "Are you SURE
you don't want to try sucking me off?"  I asked him.

"Quite sure," he said.  "Let's get this over with."

"You're supposed to ENJOY this," I pointed out.  "Other guys have.  Of course
they've also enjoyed sucking on it."  I paused.  "Hmmm," I added, "Maybe
there's something WRONG with you!  They can probably cure it, you know, give
you shock treatments or hetanus shots or something.  Tetanus shots prevent
tetanus.  Hetanus shots prevent narrow-mindedness."

Suresh looked at me impatiently.  "Turn around," I told him.  "Spread your
legs and brace yourself on the sink."  Then I looked down and realized I was
unclad.  Somehow I managed to bend down in that confined space  (YOU try
sometime bending down in an airplane lavatory with another naked guy in front
of you.)  I got hold of my pants and reached into my pocket and got out my
wallet.  I opened it one-handedly and pulled out a condom  (I may not walk
around with lube, but I DO walk around with condoms.  I was a boy scout so I
learned all about be prepared.  To paraphrase Tom Lehrer, "If you come upon a
boy scout who is similarly inclined…"  I had.  Luckily I'd been prepared
THEN, too.  But back to the airplane and THIS Story.

Suresh looked over his shoulder to see what was taking me so long.  "I'm just
protecting us,"  I said.  "I always practice safe sex," I added.  I unrolled
the rubber down my turgid cock (or was it "tumescent?"  I always get those
two words confused.)  I didn't have any lubricant (I was a BOY SCOUT, for
heaven's sake, not an AUTO MECHANIC), but thought that the hand soap would be
better than nothing.

I reached around Suresh (who, by the way, still had his shirt pulled over his
head and behind his neck) and got hold of the soap.  Luckily this was a
classy airline (only the best for us), so they had bottles of hand soap, not
a wall soap dispenser or those little bars of Ivory.  I squirted some into my
hand, then reached down for Suresh's crack, tight in front of me in the small
confines of the airplane lavatory..

Suresh gave a start when he felt my fingers touch him.  "Relax," I told him.
"I need to lubricate you so it doesn't hurt."  I started rubbing my fingers
up and down his crack, brushing my fingers over his hole, but not entering.
I wanted his nerves to get used to my touch.  I reached for more soap.  I
pressed my middle finger against his hole.  His sphincter muscles resisted.
I pressed harder.  They could not resist such as small object; my finger was
soon inserted as far as it would go.

Suresh grunted in displeasure.  I ignored him, and started wiggling my
finger.  I soon found his muscles relaxing, if but a little.  With some
effort I soon had a second finger inserted.  That was, I feared, about as
much as I could do.

I reached for the soap again.  I spread a liberal amount on my latex-encased
shaft.  I pressed the tip against Suresh's hole.  "Relax," I again suggest.
"Then push out, like you're trying to take a shit.  And brace yourself."
Suresh spread his legs a little, and his arms stiffened as he held himself
against the force of my penetration.

In my cock went.  Suresh gave a short cry, as his muscles tried to adjust to
my cock.  I stood there, my belly hard against his back, my cock buried to
the hilt.  After a half minute or so, I pulled out a couple of inches, then
pushed in again.  Again I pulled out, only a couple of inches, before
thrusting my hips forward.
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Suresh seemed to be adjusting, so I picked up the pace.  And the length of my
thrusts.  Soon my cock was pulled out almost its full length before I rammed
it back in.  Once I got my rhythm, I looked for something to do with my
hands.  I encircle Suresh's chest.  I felt his heart beating beneath one
hand.  I ran my hands over his smooth chest, until I found his tits.

I started playing with them.  I'm not sure whether Suresh was enjoying it,
but I sure was.  His tits were soon hard points; maybe he WAS enjoying it.
Too bad straight boys don't know what they're missing by ignoring their own
tits and only playing with their girlfriend's.  My cock was sliding in and
out of Suresh's ass, my nerves sending jolts of pleasure with each thrust.
My fingers were feeling a smooth, muscular chest.  And the daring of fucking
someone on an airplane over the middle of the Pacific Ocean added to the
thrill.  I looked down and realized Suresh's cock was starting to harden.

Suddenly I felt Suresh jerk in my arms.  I realized I had found the magical
spot buried deep in his ass.  I repeated my thrust, aiming for the same spot.
 Again Suresh jerked.  Soon I was hitting it with just about every thrust.
And Suresh was jerking.  And tightening his ass muscles every time.  At the
rate I was going, I knew I would soon be cumming.

I came.  It was nothing spectacular.  I've had better fucks, and more willing
bottoms.  But never on an airplane.  Five times I felt my cock thicken as the
cum traveled up its length, only to be trapped by the rubber I wore.  And
then I felt SURESH spasming as HE came again; I guess my work on his prostate
had done the trick.  I watched over his shoulder as two strings of cum
spurted from his cock, the first reaching the mirror in front of him, the
second leaving a trail of goo across the sink to his cock.  "I'll have to try
this again sometime," I mused to myself.

I stood there for a moment, catching my breath. I reached down and took hold
of the base of the rubber, and slowly withdrew my cock from Suresh's ass.  I
slowly unrolled the rubber from my cock.  I discarded it in the trash
container.  I reached for paper towels and started wiping off my hands and
Suresh's ass.  That brought him out of his trance.  "What now?"  he asked.

"Stand there and let me clean you up."  He stood there as I wiped his ass,
then reached around and wiped off his cock.  I handed him a couple of towels
and told him, "You clean up the mirror.  It's YOUR mess."  I took another
towel and wiped my own cock again.  Then I told him, "Turn around and get
back up on the sink."

I'm sure a hundred thoughts were going through Suresh's head-"What kind of
sex he is up to NOW?"  But it was nothing so dramatic.  I just wanted to make
some room so I could pull on my underwear and pants.  Then I bent down and
handed him his underwear so he could at least start to get "decent" again.
He climbed off the sink as he pulled on his underwear.

Somehow he managed to pull his pants on in that tight space.  Then he
realized his shirt was still over his head and behind his neck.  He bopped me
in the nose as he maneuvered to get his shirt back covering his chest.  Then
I squirmed around him and managed to tuck in my shirt.  I got a comb out of
my pocket and straightened out my hair.  Now we both looked sort of decent.
Nobody would know what had just gone on, we would look normal.  Except, of
course, that two guys would both be coming out of the same lavatory.  Well,
it wouldn't hurt MY reputation.

"Let me go first," I said to Suresh.  "Wait a couple of minutes before coming
out."  With that I opened the lavatory door slightly and slithered out,
closing it firmly behind me.  I looked around, only to spot the cute flight
attendant I'd had my eye on the entire trip.  I'm sure he saw me blushing,
even in the dimmed light.

"Can't sleep, Mr. Jackson?" he smirked.  Or maybe it was my imagination.

Anyway, I walked towards him, as much to distract him, in case Suresh came
out of the lavatory early, as to get a closer look.  "Too much wine, Jeff," I
told him.  I ALWAYS learn the names of the flight attendants.  I always
REMEMBER the names of the cute ones.  And the ones I've done (there have been
quite a few; maybe I travel too much).

Jeff looked over my shoulder and his eyes widened in surprise as he saw
Suresh coming out of the lavatory I'd just left.  Suresh took a quick look at
us, then almost ran the other way and down the aisle back towards his seat.
"You know, Mr. Jackson," he said, smiling, "There are plenty of lavatories to
go around.  And if these are full, there are at the aft of the plane.  You
really don't have to share."  Then he paused and smiled, "Wait right here,
Mr. Jackson.  I'll be right back."

I stood there, not sure what was going on.  Jeff came back holding a couple
of things in his hand.  He handed me something.  I looked down into my hand,
then held it up closer to my face.  It was a small set of wings, like airline
crews wear.  In the center was a blue circle with lettering, "Mile High
Club."  Jeff told me, "A couple of trips ago, one of the flight attendants
had these made up.  We give out one or two sets on just about every one of
these long-haul flights.  Here's one for your friend, too."  Incidentally, I
gave them to Suresh.  I wear mine proudly when I travel; Suresh, I would
guess, never wore his, lest he have to explain how or with whom he got them.

Then Jeff handed me something else.  It was a business card with the
airline's name.  And Jeff's.  And a phone number.  "I'll be in Sydney for
three or four days.  I've done my quota for the month, so I have to wait
until the first 'til I can head back to LA.  Maybe you'll want to do dinner
some night, or join the 300 foot club."  I looked at him quizzically.  "The
airlines keeps a couple of rooms at the Sydney Hyatt.  They're on the 30th
floor," he told me.

I proudly sported TWO sets of club wings on my chest on my flight back home.