In-Flight Service
By Danny Smith
We shouldn't engage in risky behavior should we? And while I say that to myself all the time, somehow I end up doing it. Again and again. Here's an example.
I had business in Tupelo, Mississippi. The best way to get there from my home city was to fly to Memphis, change planes, and take a puddle-jumper from Memphis to Tupelo. We had made that trip several times because the client was a good one and the case was big. By "we" I mean me and one of my business partners. He was my senior at the time and even though he and I were close in age, he was technically my boss.
Anyway, we had a layover in Memphis while we changed planes. I needed to go to use the restroom and there was one convenient to the lounge area. This was back before they put up those damn privacy shields everywhere, and you could actually stand close to someone and take a peek.
The protocol for hooking up was that when you finished up your business you shook your dick off just a little longer than usual. Took your time making sure every last drop was accounted for. Maybe even tugged it a little. If the other guy was interested, he did the same. Gradually, both of you began getting it hard and showing it more openly.
Eventually you started looking at the other guy not with hidden sideways glances, but more openly staring, finally looking each other straight in the eye. That was when you knew there was a hookup.
The next stage is to figure out what to do about it. If it was a large enough restroom with two doors at the entrance (that is, to get in you opened one door then had to open a second door) and very little traffic, the easiest thing to do was go down on the guy right there. The noise of someone coming through the first door gave enough time to hide the action before he entered the second.
If there was too much traffic in and out to make it safe to suck off the guy while standing at the urinal, the next best was to go into one of the stalls together and take care of the fun that way. Problem with that, of course, was if the door didn't go all the way to the floor (and they usually didn't) there was a risk of being caught.
Sometimes, when you're really horny and the guy is really good looking, you're willing to take that risk. Or at least I am. On this particular day, I saw a real studly looking guy the second I walked in. He glanced up from the urinal and made eye contact just a tenth of a second too long and I immediately got my hopes up.
Even though there were five urinals and four of them were vacant I took the mildly risky chance of walking up to the one right next to his. The sideways glances began. What a beautiful cock he had. Just long enough, just thick enough, and cut. And God what dreamy-looking guy. Light brown, almost blond, hair on all the places I could see: his head, of course, but also his arms, his thick bush, and his 5:00 shadow.
It didn't take long to get through the first few steps of the hook-up process, and within a minute we were feeling each other up. I cautiously went down on him, but someone came in. A few minutes later we tried again. Same result. We gave up at the urinals and tried to get it on in one of the stalls, but again, kept getting interrupted. It was a heavy traffic day. Finally it was getting close to boarding time so, in frustration, we regretfully said "maybe next time."
I crossed the concourse back to my lounge area and took a seat close to my business partner. The ground crew began making their announcement when I looked up and saw the guy from the restroom standing in line! We both knew better than to even acknowledge one another, but we clearly were on the same wavelength -- "damn it, we need to get together!"
My partner and I were sitting together up front when Mr. Dreamboat boarded the plane and took his seat all the way in the back. There were several things different about this flight from most: first it was a small plane, probably not 20 seats. Second, it was a short flight, about half an hour at most. Third, because of the small size and the shortness of the flight, there would be no beverage service. In fact, no flight attendant at all. Finally, it was not close to being full. There were only a handful of people on board and lots of empty seats.
Again I never would have done what I did if the urge hadn't been too strong in me to at least sit next to the guy. Maybe we could feel each other up. So I rolled the dice and said to my partner "Hey, it's almost empty, so if it's okay with you I think I'll go in the back and try to stretch out a little. Maybe I can grab a few winks."
He was fine with it, pretty engrossed in paperwork for the upcoming client visit. Before the flight took off I made my way back to the back and sat down next to the stranger. We exchanged names (his was Erik) and waited for the plane to taxi down the runway. I got the feeling that he had done this kind of thing before because as soon as the plane was airborne he had his pants unzipped and his hard cock standing up straight. I felt him up for a minute or two, but time was precious on this short flight, and I longed to get to the main event. I wanted to feel that hard cock in my mouth, and to taste his warm cum.
He got out a newspaper and said, "Okay here's the deal; I'll hold up the paper and pretend to read it while you go down on me. I'll let you know if anyone looks our way. If they do just pretend you dropped something on the floor and are looking for it."
Made sense to me. And to top it off, he added, "You won't be able to spit it out so you'll have to swallow." I'd `have to'? Oh Lordy, that was music to my ears. I always swallowed -- it was my favorite thing to do!
I bent over his lap, and took his gorgeous piece of meat in my mouth. Suddenly, I was in heaven. The plane, the other passengers, my partner, all vanished in my mind, and my world consisted of his dick and my mouth. As I said, it was a short flight and fortunately for both of us he didn't take long. After just two or three minutes I heard him whisper "I'm close. Remember to swallow."
I soon felt his cock begin to pulse and throb. Seconds later I felt the warmth of his jizz fill my mouth. I swallowed all that he had, and wanted more. Under other circumstances I would have kept it up for a few minutes, hoping that he might get hard again. But in this case, reality intruded and I remembered where I was -- and how risky it was to do what I was doing.
I pulled off, sat up, and savored the taste in my mouth. I smiled in satisfaction when he leaned over and whispered, "God that was great. I was so fucking horny."
From then until we landed he and I chatted like typical passengers on a plane do. I found out he was an engineer. He was not from Tupelo but was traveling there on business just like I was. A really friendly guy. Unfortunately, he rarely made this trip and I regretted knowing that we would almost certainly not be meeting again.
Still, the adventure had been fantastic. My first and only experience as a member of the `mile-high club.' Across the years, it was an experience I never forgot. I've relived it many times in my mind and look back on it with nothing but satisfaction. Even though it was one hell of a risk.