Date: Sat, 02 Feb 2002 20:15:26 -0500 From: Vinh Nguyen <vngam@hotmail.com> Subject: The Mile High Club The Mile-High Club (m/m: true) By Vinh Nguyen This is a true story, the first I've written for Nifty, although there are so many more I could share. This one stands out in my mind because it is recent (it happened on January 28, 2002) and is one of the memories that come to me as I make love. I am not by any means a writer, not even a good one. So, forgive any incongruencies or poor writing styles. I'll do my best! My name is Vinh (ok, not my real name, but it's close). Let me tell you about myself so you can have a good mental image. I am a 28 y/o Vietnamese man who, although born in Vietnam, has lived in the US--first in Houston, then Virginia, now Connecticut--since I was two. I am 5'7", which is average for an Asian, I think. I weigh 150# with a 33" waist, which I am in the process of toning up. I of course have black hair, medium length parted to the right, and dark brown eyes, which unfortunately are severely myopic (near-sighted, that is). I have a thin to average build, and although I've been in better shape, I'm not a complete slouch either. I'm practically hairless, with a completely smooth chest, back, and rear. Heck, I've never even had to shave my sideburns! So, for all you smoothie-lovers out there, eat your heart out! Size 8 feet, size 7 hands, and a...well, you'll just have to read on for that other piece of information. I work in the medical field and live with my boyfriend and his 9 y/o son. Mike and I have been together a bit over three years, and I love him with all my heart. He is a mix of Irish and English I think, with sandy blond to brown hair and hazelish eyes that are a mixture of colors, set deep, looking over a narrow nose and a mouth just perfect for kissing. He is the same height as I am, but a tad stockier. He has slightly broader shoulders and a broader chest, and he's often saying that God didn't give him a waist b/c his low ribs are close to his hip bones. Unlike me, Mike is a good deal hairier. The hair on his front side reminds me a bit of a dumbbell with a short rod: his chest hair fans out to cover his pecs and is connected to a corresponding patch on his abs by a thin line of hair in between. He has some hair on his lats and back that I sometimes shave while we're naked in the shower together. One nice thing about having a boyfriend with the same build is that we can share most of our clothes. I practically doubled my wardrobe overnight! Since there are only two characters to this story, I thought it important to describe us in a bit of depth. The setting of our initiation into the highly (pardon the pun) esteemed Mile-High Club was an Airbus heading from Seattle to Newark. For the less-informed, Mile-High Club members have had the privilege of having sex during flight. Two years ago, I had a literal taste of membership when I gave Mike a mini-blowjob while we were in our seats bound for Thailand. This time, we wanted to do it right. Mike and I, along with his son and a 76 y/o lady, were all on our way home from a two-week trip to Thailand. On the very last leg of the 33 hour journey, we lucked out when we found ourselves on a transcontinental flight with only 15 passengers. About half way through the flight, while most people were sleeping, Mike came to the row of seats where I was lying down. There was a twinkle in his hazel eyes when he suggested that we head to the bathroom together. Being a bit of a risk-averse individual, I thought it over a bit. But, really, it wasn't ever going to get better than this. Everyone was sleeping, and the stewardesses were nowhere in sight. Plus, I hadn't had sex for two whole weeks, and I was more than ready for some action. I motioned for Mike to go first and I followed. He slipped into one of the bathrooms in the midsection of the plane, and I squeezed in between him and the toilet, sitting down on the cover. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he locked the door and slowly pulled down his tan cargo pants along with his tighty-whities. His cock was already standing at full mast. The six inches of pink flesh with no extra foreskin, capped with a dusky mushroom cap and nestled in a forest of curly blond hair, was calling out to me. It was sticking up at a 60 degree angle, defying gravity by the power of love and lust. It begged to be eaten, and I was hungry to do it. I leaned down and wrapped my lips around the glans, slowly taking it into my mouth an inch at a time, swirling around with my tongue and getting everything good and lubed up with spit. I didn't stop until I had my nose nestled in his pubes, breathing in his masculinity. Mike leaned back and a low moan escaped his lips. He definitely likes getting a blowjob, and I love giving them! After I got all the way to the base, I headed back up the top, taking my time and then speeding up, pistoning up and down on his love rod. We didn't keep it up for too long because we both had other activities in mind. I stopped, let his dick come out, and asked him if he remembered the lube. Of course he had and pulled out a tube of Astroglide (nectar of the gods). I had gotten hard long before then, and I stood up and shucked down my own cargo pants and underwear. My dick was sticking up at its own acute angle, the tip of the head peeking through my tan foreskin. I pulled my foreskin all the way down to expose my cock head, preparing it for sheathing in a much more pleasurable spot. At this point, I found my clothes getting in the way, so I pulled off my shirt and tossed my pants to the side. Mike did the same. For those who have been in airplane bathrooms, you know just how small it is. Now, there was Mike, me, and a pile of clothes all inside! But, the close quarters just meant our bodies were smashed together, and it heated our passion. Mike reached around and lubed up my six and a half inch cock with Astroglide then worked the rest around his love hole. Once we were both nice and slick, I got behind Mike, brought my cock to a correct angle, and gently guided it inside its second home. How can a person really, truly put it into words? To have your manhood encased in something so warm and tight, with every nerve ending screaming PLEASURE! Words pale in comparison to experience. I got my head inside that dark steaming hole and followed it with the next six inches until I was good and buried inside my lover's ass. Then I started a slow steady rhythm, sometimes speeding up then slowing down. Mike was sighing, saying how good it felt, and I had to agree. I could feel my cock sliding back and forth between the two rings of sphincter muscles, sending waves of pleasure all the way through my cock and up my spine. I would pull out almost all the way, and those amazing muscles would tighten around the exquisitely sensitive area under my glans around where my extra foreskin bunches up. Then I would plunge back in all the way to the hilt. My most favorite sight, the one that still comes to me as we have made love in the past week, was watching us in profile in the wall-length mirror that lines every airplane bathroom. I could see all my 6-1/2 inches sliding in and out, feel my balls hit flesh with every stroke, hear that rhymic slapping sound. As I made love to Mike from behind, I reached around with one hand and tweaked his nipples or stroked his cock. We were both practically in heaven, literally as well as figuratively. All too soon, I could feel that familiar sensation of gathering as my pelvic muscles tickled and tightened, preparing to release its load. I sped up my thrusts, and my actions were getting frantic. Finally, I hit the point of no return and my ass muscles clenched, along with the rest of me, and I released a load of sperm into my lover's ass. After three or four good spurts, my orgasm faded away into a contented post-sex glow. Thus, I fulfilled the requirements for initiation into the ranks of the Mile-High Club. After I came, I pulled out of Mike. He turned around and we played some with his nipples and cock. But, as is sometimes the case, Mike did not feel a need to climax after such a satisfying sexual union. Of course, this could have a little bit to do with the fact that he had abused himself in the same bathroom earlier on during the flight while I was asleep. J For the story's sake, it really is too bad that Mike didn't come, because he is quite a shooter. He would have probably hit the mirror halfway up the ceiling or something. Really, one time we were in bed and his orgasm missed him completely and hit the wall behind him. Just this morning, he hit his chin on his first shot. Well, those are stories for another day. The after-sex clean up was quite amusing. We had a heck of a time maneuvering around so I could clean myself up. I ended up using several wet paper towels to wipe off my shrinking cock. Then I slipped out of the bathroom, looking first to make sure no one was in sight (not that it matters ultimately I guess). Mike stayed and cleaned himself up and came and joined me a few minutes later. We had a nice kiss and thanked each other for such a good time. It really was great. I hope that you'll get the chance to join the Mile-High Club. It's an "uplifting" experience! Vinh