Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2000 04:19:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: dante umbero <danteumbero@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Red Eye

The Red Eye..

The airport at San Francisco was busy at 10pm when I arrived.  The limo had
had to park in the middle of the road to let me out.  I went through the
lines without difficulty and checked my bags and got the boarding pass.

I love to travel by air and this promised to be a long flight 4 hours.  I
like airports because of the action you can catch in the johns.  There is
nearly always a wall of urinals all occupied so you can, without being
obvious, stand next to someone else and enjoy the view.  Tonight was no
exception.  Having preloaded with several drinks, I bellied up to one of
the men's room urinals and checked it out.  To my left was a teenager who
was hung and uncut.  He was sliding his foreskin back and forth while he
did his thing.  From the length it took him to finish he must have been on
a long flight.  To my right a guy who had a big one was pissing, nice and
cut about 6 inches.  After he finished, a tall thin guy who unzipped and
pulled out an eight-inch rod, cut and half hard, replaced him.  I looked
toward him and caught him checking my own out.
	 I stroked a little for his pleasure and he looked up at me and
said, "How's it going?"
	 I smiled and said, "It could be better, but I'm not complaining."
We went back to our business I zipped up and left.  The concourse was
crowded and, being San Francisco, a real show.  I love places like this;
Jackson Square in New Orleans, Bal boa Park in San Diego, South Beach in
Miami.  All these places are premium people watching spots that I
particularly like.  I parked it near the gate and settled down for the few
minutes before boarding.  I looked across the concourse and my friend from
the restroom was sitting there working on a laptop.  The gate attendant
paged my flight and I lined up and boarded.  The plane was not very crowded
so there were plenty of seats vacant.  My assigned seat was in a row with a
man and his wife who was obviously ill.  So, being polite, I told them I
would move as soon as everyone was on board.
	I was gathering everything back up to move across the aisle to an
empty row when my friend from the restroom sat down against the window.  As
the door was being closed a looked at him and said "Do you mind if I sit
here?" pointing at the seat next to the aisle.
	 "Help yourself", he said, "looks like there is going to be plenty
of room."  I settled in to the seat and fastened my seat belt.  The
stewardess passed out airline blankets and little disposable pillows and I
started getting myself arranged.  All the while I kept checking out the guy
from the john and thinking about what he was packing, as he was settling
in.  He was about 25 thin, a very crew cut type.  With dark hair, well
trimmed beard and mustache and well dressed in jeans and polo. While we
were getting the safety act from the stewardess, we struck up a
conversation and I found out he works in information science, as do I.  He
was returning to the Midwest after a sales call.  I told him I was
returning to the Midwest after setting up my company's west coast office.
I told him I had never flown the red-eye before.  He said he did nearly
every month, as his corporation didn't have a sales rep on the west coast,
and the fare was less expensive.


	Looking out the window then turning toward me, he said, "The only
thing you have to worry about on the red-eye is being bored to death,
everyone goes to sleep.  I can never sleep on a plane.  I have to be more
relaxed than is possible on a plane, you know?"  As he said this he
squeezed the bulge I had been staring at in his jeans.  He said softly "I
need to stroke before I can relax enough to sleep."  I thought to myself
this is going to be a flight he isn't going to forget.

	I looked at him and replied, "Well maybe I can help you with that."
He leaned closer and said, "What've you got in mind?"  The plane by this
time was rocketing down the runway and we were soon climbing to cruise
altitude.  The stewardess interrupted us to announce that the drink cart
would be passing shortly and then she would turn out the lights.

	I said, "When they turn out the lights, cover up with your blanket
but make sure the side nearest me is over the seat between us."  He looked
mystified but nodded.  The drinks cart came past and we both took bottled
water.  The other passengers were settling in and the cabin began to get
quiet.  In a few minutes the stewardess turned off the lights.

	"What are you going to do?"  "Nothing you aren't going to enjoy."
I said quietly, "Put your pillow on the back of the seat between us and
lean towards me.  Act like your going to sleep," I whispered.
	 In the mean time I leaned my seat back and covered my upper body
with the blanket and rolled slightly to my right so that I was nearly
facing him.  I casually raised the armrest between the middle seat and me
he did the same.  After a few minutes the cabin was quiet and the lights
were low, I very slowly moved my right hand under my blanket toward my
neighbor.  I slid under the edge of his blanket until I brushed the side of
his stomach.  He jumped slightly but didn't say anything.  I slowly started
to gently stroke his stomach feeling the ripples of his well- toned abs.
My fingers brushed the waistband of his jeans and slid under it just
slightly.  They wandered farther down past his belt until they encountered
his bulge.  I started stroking him through his jeans.  His bulge got bigger
and as my hand was on his stomach still I could tell his breathing was
speeding up.  He moved and I felt his hand.  He slowly unzipped and then
was still.  My hand now had a life of it's own.  I slowly found his open
zipper and felt through the thin cotton of his boxers, his now enormous
hard on.  Exploring further, I soon found the head beneath a large wet spot
on his shorts.  I fished around and found the fly of his shorts and soon
had him out.  I slowly began to stroke him with my thumb under it and my
fingers wrapped around it.  As I stroked towards his stomach the head was
under my wrist.  He hadn't been cut really tight so had some loose skin.
This moved back and forth with my hand action.  He was really sensitive
around his circumcision scar so I paid special attention to it.  He was
really dripping now, so I got just a little faster.  His thighs were
tensing and his stomach was moving up and down faster.  I knew he was about
to pop, so I slowed again.  First speeding up and then slowing down, I
managed to keep him on the edge for about and hour.  He finally couldn't
hold it any longer and I felt his rod jerk and a fraction of a second later
felt the first hot stream.  I stroked his rod until it stopped jerking and
slowly returned my hand to my side.


I looked over at him and he was staring at me.  He slowly mouthed "THANKS".
I was nearly asleep when I was jolted by a faint touch on my thigh.  It
seems my neighbor had learned the lesson well.  He proceeded to help
himself to my equipment.  I unzipped quietly and he soon had mine out and
stroking.  I shot fairly quickly after our earlier encounter.  We were soon
asleep and I had very nice dreams.  I was jolted out of sleep by the cabin
lights being turned on and noisy from our imminent arrival.  The
announcement was made that we were on final approach.  I began to gather my
self together and my neighbor, who hadn't said anything to me, was doing
the same.  "How'd you sleep?"  I asked.  He looked out the window and
murmured "Great" he said.  Then looking at me he asked, "Are you going to
have to return to the coast or did you finish that office setup."  "I think
I might have to go back -- probably monthly for a while."  I replied.
	He smiled and said, "I usually go out around the middle of the
month."  I handed him my business card and said, "Here's my card with our
west coast office number, give me a call and maybe we can have a drink
together first, next time."