Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2010 09:17:35 EDT
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Mile High With David

Perhaps the most gratifying thing in life is having a good  friend  to
share the good and the bad times.
Even better a relationship which may  have developed from a simple
conversation in passing, like on a train or, for  me, on a Quantas airliner
bound for Perth. Well,  I was dropping off in  Singapore but David was off
to Perth.  David? Well I'll tell you about it  ...

It is a hell of a long journey from Heathrow, London to Singapore and Perth
 so David and I had lots to talk about, discovering how we had so much in
common,  it made what is usually a boring flight so mush better and
consequently the time  passed  quickly.

It is simply amazing the things you can talk about when you find yourself
so very compatible with another. And as if by magic we soon discovered we
were  attracted to each other in more ways than one., it was just something
that David  said about my deep inset  eyes and how they looked so wonderfully
mysterious, like they were hiding a deep sensitive secret. Never been told
that  by a guy before, by a girl yes, many times but  their observations
never  meant anything much to me, I was always more attracted to my own sex and
David  was no exception. I like a clean shaven guy who looked clean and
fresh, and  maybe the fact that I could smell his deodorant, Brute, helped
because I used it  too!
Then when David said: "do you know, Pete - I could think of a dozen  better
ways to be spending my time than perched in a steel tube speeding at 500
MPH though space.

"Mile high?" I suggested with a grin.

David responded straight away, "I have often wondered just how they do it
in those small compact toilets - man , what happens if the plane hits an air
 pocket, the mind boggles" he laughed.
We sat there, perhaps pondering on how  it would be, perhaps easier with a
girl who wore a skirt for obvious reasons. I  put that to David and he
agreed. "Still I'd much prefer a guy any time - maybe  if he was a Scotsman
wearing a kilt may help" he grinned

"I had a Scotsman once" I said boldly, well we had gotten to discussing
things of a more intimate nature so I broke the ice.
"And was he wearing a  kilt?"   he asked.
"Yes and it is true what they say" I  returned.
"Nice?"
"Very nice, liked his broad accent too, made for a  splendid weekend in
Edinburgh and I never did go to the tattoo. Was too taken up  with Jock's
demands of me."
"You mean he took you,?"
I nodded.
"That's  interesting"
"It is? " I asked all ears.

That was it, next thing his hand was stroking my inner thigh, I was seated
near the window, there were pairs of seats on each side and four in the
middle  which was very convenient.

"Let me bring the tray platform down and no one need ever know" I
whispered  feeling his presence beneath in a much more intimate way...

It was absolutely lovely. I sort of sank into my seat and opened my thighs
for his pleasure., the last time I enjoyed such a public session was in the
back  seat of a cinema when this guy called Jack  had oral with me then
finished  me off with what I remember was a very rough hand, but it was my very
first  experience of being masturbated by another so I was left with very
horny  memories. I did not much enjoy masturbating him afterwards though,
maybe because  the urge had gone, I had ejaculated so powerfully, but I felt I
owed it to him,  he stunk like a horse but I held my breath, gritted my
teeth and went for it, At  least he was quick, then he went dashing off to the
toilet and I never saw him  again.
I have always thought this is odd how that happens, the times I have
shared a casual quickie with another and almost immediately afterwards he
departs without even a goodbye, or I'll see you again.
But this wasn't like  that. This had taken time enough to develop, the
conversation, everything and  just that very special magic, call it chemical
reaction or whatever attracted us  to each other and now I was enjoying his
pleasure if me and mine of him.

"This okay like this, Pete?  I mean you don't mind?" He was feeling me
over my stretch jeans and I wanted him to go further so I nodded and asked him
 not to stop because it was so good.
"It is good for me too, Pete. You feel so  nice, do you reckon it is safe
to unzip?"

The very suggestion made me rise twofold and how could I reply to the
negative. "No one can see, let me do it for you..." I said. I felt ever so
daring  but this could not be missed. I felt for my stiffness and worked it
through the buttons of my boxer shorts and through my opened zip.

The  feel of his touch on my still growing erection was so very
captivating. I wanted more and more, but for a while I we had to pause when a  cabin
attendant brought us coffee and biscuits. I made sure I was covered but
there was no way he could see me.

But David was chuckling saying " just as well, you may have had a fight on
your hands, it is rather delicious."

Low and behold, just as he said that, I had an accident, whether it was his
 comment or what I will never know, I guess I was so incensed with what had
been  happening. I clumsily knocked over the glass of lemon barley which
soon found  its way dribbling through the tray. (Glad I chose the cold drink I
could have  been in dyer pain now! )

"No problem, sir, I will get you a cloth" and before I could tell  him  it
was okay, feeling very awkward and wet, and all David could do was chuckle
his head off. In no time at all the attendant was back with a small bowl of
 water and  cloth, asking David if he could momentarily move so he could
attend to me.
I almost yelled to him that there was no problem, that I would  do it
myself, and besides I was still in a most embarrassing stance, not being  able to
zip up. And bloody David! He was still chuckling.
I could do nothing,  in a moment the attendant had cleaned the tray, taken
away the spilt glass   - and pushed the tray back into the closed position.
I could do nothing, he  could see all.

"Oh dear, sir! Not a good time eh? Your trousers are absolutely soaked,
look I will get you a towel and then you can come back into the attendants
shower room and clean up.

He seemed to take it like and everyday thing, was back with a towel as soon
 as you like and guided me to the shower room.

"There you are sir, you can remove your trousers now and I will see they
are dry cleaned , dried and pressed whilst you shower."

These new airliners seem to have every possible facility in flight and in a
 moment the attendant was back saying he had placed my trousers in the
cleaning  machine and had returned to help me wipe down.
"Thanks,. But I am quite  capable of that! " I returned crossly.

But he would not hear of it, whether he had been turned on by what he saw -
 and he saw plenty - I was still in full erection! I have no idea but he
seemed  adamant to wipe me down, and there was no messing either, he made good
work of  working the flannel into my buttocks and my groin, taking hold of
and lifting my  penis to clean  underneath.

I couldn't help it but I was getting that urge again, the urge David had
given me in the cabin, but now I was stood up in the shower, tap off as the
attendant seemed very content to sponge me down all over.

"My!" he observed, " you are getting aroused."
"Sorry" I said.
"I'm  not, sir" he returned with a smile, kneeling down to smother me with
rolling  palms which was very, very thrilling.
"You are very well developed, sir, is  that your boy friend sitting with
you.
I explained we had only met on the  plane,
"Really?" he said. "He is a quick worker I must say I don't blame  him."
I didn't resist as he took me in his mouth and sucked me up so warmly.  "
Will need to make it quick, sir, I have to get lunch sorted in five."

I wondered what exactly he meant, what was his plan - but that soon became
obvious when his oral working  on my now fully erect cock became more
vigorous , he'd done it before that was so obvious - the way he twisted,
stretched, turned and rubbed it up full length  whilst pleading with me to  feed
him.
Although  I was astonished I was enjoying so much, having  already been set
alight by David in the cabin, I felt I was bursting for it and  I did not
hesitate at all when he worked me quicker and quicker until I felt  there was
no return, I was so hard, throbbing and ready to spurt and the  attendant
attended so beautifully as I shot strongly into his mouth. He was like  an
animal sucking it in like there was no tomorrow, but the vibes and deep, deep
indescribable feelings I was getting was so good, and all this in the space
of  ten minutes, the plain vibrating  as much as my cock was with the
attendant  at the helm.
He stood back and wiped himself with a man sized tissue - his  mouth still
dribbling and  his face. All smothered with my cream.

He actually thanked me  returning with my fully cleaned and pressed
trousers and apologised for having to get on with his duties but the pleasure  was
as much mine as I returned to the cabin, after cleaning up, feeling on top
of the world..

"He sorted you I see, remarked David on my return to my seat
"Pardon" I  said.
"The offending trousers, I see they are clean now?"

I breathed again thinking that maybe my naughty ten minutes with the
delightful attendant  had been discovered but as  David stood up for  me to let
me though into the window seat I felt his amorous squeeze between my
buttocks - his left hand doping things in my trouser pocket and it was clear he
wanted to continue where we left off earlier.

I was in a bit of a quandary though, you know how it is guys when you have
just shot your load well and good, you feel exhausted and no way I felt I
could raise another erection for David. But what could I do - he was very,
very keen to continue because he pulled the tray out to hide me once more,
joking to make sure I didn't spill anything. But there was me thinking all
the  time how could I be aroused and what would he think if I didn't. But of
all the  times I had shared such an intimacy as with the flight attendant, I
mean that  strong - I knew I couldn't do anything for about at least
another four hours or  so afterwards.

Buy Horny David had other ideas. He noticed I was sort of limp, wondered if
 the spilt drink had anything to do with it, "but all the same, it feels
good,  "he complimented and already had my zip undone and ready to go for
another  session  - "to continue  where we were rudely disturbed " he  said..
I held my breath - it was obvious he was going to realise I was no  longer
interested so I just laid back thinking he would soon give up the task in
hand.

It was odd feeling him work on me, in my state of disinterest,  whereas
before I so enjoyed his exploration of me-  his fingers  squeezing and
tantalising my balls between my partly opened thighs, he was  as  much of a ball
man as anything else I realised that. His whispers  expelled the most base
language as he told me what he would like to do with  me.

Then I suddenly realised this guy enjoyed me without arousal, I wondered if
 he regarded it as more of a challenge to get me aroused again, him saying
the  embarrassment must have been a great turn-off for me and he understood
that.  "But let's see if I can restore you," he said,  "with patience and
pampering."
Then my eyes half open, trying to get in the mood again, I caught  the eye
of the passing attendant I had been with looking and grinning, then he  gave
me a wink and the look on his face told me just how much he had enjoyed me,
 I wonder if he realised that now David was feeling me, the way David leant
 across me there was no way he could have seen the lower half of me  least
see what David's  hand was doing down under.

"Getting there, Pete" David  whispered again, his fingers finding my  anus
now and gently rimming me there, stretching my buttocks apart, telling me
how he longed my fuck.

It is really odd but all this, I guess given the situation, the lack of
other interests, and the way David was tantalising and teasing  I knew I  was
uprising again, it seemed like a miracle and I could not have realised
myself until David told me. "That's better, he is still alive and well, I can
feel his pulse once more.

But I wanted much more of David as I felt the arousal begin to return, much
 to my astonishment. We had an hours flight left, I said to David that
maybe we  could book an hotel room for a couple of hours on arrival so we could
 really enjoy without any fear of interruption. He went for that
immediately and  said he would have a doze in the meantime, he was soon of but his
limp hand  still adorned my tackle. I moved it away and zipped up and tho9ught
on the vary  different afternoons flight, of the flight attendant and how it
was. On  debarking he wished me well and handed me a card with his details,
just in case  you fancy some more deviation, it said. I could go for that.
He was very  attractive and I felt I would really like to go much further
with him. That had  to be a must so watch this space.
Meantime Davis and I went for a meal in an  airport restaurant, something g
other than the terrible meals they dished up on  the airline, this was real
food.

David had already booked a room, he was eager alright and made no secret of
 it.
David was out of this world, his fuck was so deep and good, I must have
taken him several times in the course of the four hours stint, before he had
toi  depart for a connection flight to Perth.
He has his meal of me and no  mistake, and I felt like butter in his hands,
he was a wonderful quality lover  to be sure, and tasting him up for the
ready before each fuck, I took him deep  and prolonged, teasing his red head
and p-hole. So good and very ample, I  reckoned about eight inches of pure
unadulterated cock and for those four hours  it was all mine. And he made sure
he had me deep and thro9bbing, making me cum  three times, twice inside me,
feeling g him spurt into me too as we both ended  up exhausted and
gratified on the floor.