Mile High With David

By Alex Carr / Julyguy / Jlyguy / Writersparody

Published on Apr 27, 2010

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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.

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