Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2010 10:44:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Sargon Bighorn <sargon_bighorn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Flying with Brent

This is a work of fiction and is not based in reality.

Flying with Brent


My name is Chuck Swelling, Brent is my son.  He's your typical athletic 16
year old.  He goes to an all boys private school and loves it.

It was summer break Brent and I were taking a long vacation together.  We'd
planned this trip for months.  We were going to have a blast.

We were flying out today.

We went through security with out much delay.  While waiting for our flight
we went into a little restaurant and ordered coffee and Danish.  The tables
in airport restaurants are small.  Brent and I sat next to each other in a
corner of the restaurant.  The table cloth was long enough to covering our
legs.

The public address system called our flight number and destination.  Brent
and I finished up quickly and headed to the gate.

Boarding the plane was the typical chaotic mess it usually is.  People not
knowing what they are doing not caring what they are doing, living in their
own little bubble.  But eventually the plane passengers were boarded, the
over head compartments closed and everyone buckled in.

I was sitting next to the window, Brent was sitting next to me, and some
young guy was sitting next to Brent with his nose in the newspaper.

Because the flight was a long one, Brent had pulled down two blankets and
two pillows for us.  Thinking ahead like that pays off on flights.

As the plane taxied down the runway the attendants went through the safety
procedures and as usual maybe 3 passengers paid attention.  The guy sitting
next to Brent was engrossed in the paper and never once looked up.  He had
ear-thimbles in and was listening to music loud enough for me to hear.

I was looking out the window and I felt that Brent was looking at my
crotch.

The flight attendants took their seats and the plane lifted off terra firma
without any problems.  We were airborne.

Once in the air and having reached our prescribe altitude the attendants
came around with the stuff to eat and drink.  We took some juice and
sandwiches.  Sitting, eating, reading, getting bored.  That's what a long
flight entails.  Or so I thought.  It's not the case when flying with my
son Brent.

Once the attendants had come through the cabin and collected the empty cups
and trash an announcement was made, "We will be dimming the cabin lights,
it would be appreciated if you would close the window shades and use your
overhead light to read so those fellow passengers that wish to sleep may do
so."  I closed the shade and pushed my seat back so that I would be more
comfortable.

The guy next to Brent reached up and turned on his overhead light and then
went back to reading the paper.

"Brent, I'm going to take a nap" I said.

"Okay Dad."  He replied.

I threw the blanket over myself adjusted the pillow against the side of the
plane and closed my eyes.

I had pushed the arm rest between Brent and me back between our seats
before unfolding my blanket.  I threw it over myself and part of Brent's
leg also.

Brent then took his blanket and threw it over himself; he was covered from
neck to his knees.  With both of us being concealed under blankets and the
lights dim I slowly nodded off to sleep.

Gently and with out making a noise I felt a hand slowly undo my belt and
the button of my pants.  Then my zipper was moved down and I felt a warm
hand fish around inside my pants.  With out my moving at all, just sitting
perfectly still Brent had my flaccid cock in his hand.  I stirred at this
but did not move.

I was now wide awake and Brent knew it, but that did not stop him.

With out moving much of his hand at all he slowly brought my cock to a full
erection.  He squeezed my cock and with delicate touches moved his hand up
and down my quickly swelling shaft.  Because the plane was now quiet and we
heard only one person snoring, I was compelled not to make any noise.
Despite the intense pleasure.

There was not much I could do so I leaned my head back into the head rest
and closed my eyes.

Because I did not want to draw attention to what I was feeling I had to
keep my mouth shut.  No noise.

Brent's movements were slow and steady.  I spread my legs as best I could
to ease the ever increasing pleasure in my cock.  My cock was rock hard and
throbbing and Brent's hand was moving up and down, not fast, not slow.  The
pre cum that flowed from my cock only served to cause me greater pleasure
as Brent used it as lube, the sensations being heightened as his hand
continued to stroke me under the blanket.

As one of the flight attendants walked down the aisle Brent stopped his
stroking and I slowly took a deep breath.  My heart was pounding now and I
was hot under the blanket, but I dared not alter the situation for obvious
reasons.  Once the attendant passed Brent resumed his slow steady stroking.

I looked over at Brent and he had a big grin on his face, he gave my cock a
firm squeeze and slid his hand up to my glans and swirled his fingers
around it.  I gasped and it took all my self control not to moan out load
in pleasure.  I threw my head back into the head rest, my eyes seeming to
roll back into my head.  It felt so good.

Brent's hand continued its slow steady rhythm on my cock.  The feelings
were intense.  I could neither move nor moan.  I could only sit very still
and let his hand work its magic on my hard pulsing cock.

Long slow stroke after long slow stroke caused my breathing to quicken I
knew my orgasm was near.  Brent's hand never ceased its steady stroking.
His up stroke would bring a flow of pre cum his down stroke would spread
that pre cum along my hard shaft.  His up stroke would have his fingers
stimulating my glans, and his down stroke would have his fingers gently
teasing my frenulum.

The sensations were over powering.  My hands under the blanket were
gripping my legs.  I was pushing myself back into the seat in an effort to
stop the wave after wave of ecstasy that washed over me as my son's hand
continued its non-stop stroking of my cock.

I could take no more of my son's stoking my cock, and with out making a
sound my entire body tensed up, my legs stiffened and I shot my load.  My
hot sperm gushed from my cock and quickly ran down the back of Brent's
hand.  He continued to stoke me as my cock pulsed, each pulse shooting out
more of my sperm.

Finally Brent could tell I was spent.  And I was.  I'd never had an orgasm
like that.  He gently removed his cum covered hand from my now shrinking
cock and wiped his hands with a napkin he'd saved from our lunch.

I hoped my pants would not show too much cum, I tried to wipe up as best I
could.  I was able to clean up pretty well.  I did not think anyone would
notice.

After cleaning up and putting myself back together, I leaned over to Brent
and whispered, "Thank son that was fantastic.  I love you.  We're really
going to have a good time together."  And then I leaned against the body of
the plane and fell into a deep and restful sleep.