1. How I Joined The Mile-High Club


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: True Story, Boy, Domination/submission, Gay, Masturbation, Teen, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    I saw him first in the queue at check-in, with his parents I assumed, this slightly sullen-looking young man, no more than 19 years old. image He was wearing a crumpled kind of casual jacket over a plain ‘T’ shirt, with grey track-suit bottoms and trainers. He was in front of me in the queue and every time the queue moved forwards in its snaking fashion leading to the check-in desks, we passed one another and I got a good look at him. He looked a bit fed up. Strange, considering that he was presumably going on holiday. He was about 5’ 9” and slim, with a tousled mop of light brown hair which made him look like he had just got out of bed. His eyes looked as though they might be blue or grey but it was difficult to see them, as he tended to look down all the time. I suppose this, coupled with his slouching stance, made me think he was miserable. Or maybe he was still just a teenager and hard to please. As he walked along, I could see what I was sure was an outline of something down the left leg of his track-suit bottoms that swayed slightly as he moved forward, enough for me to decide that he was not wearing tight underpants! His parents didn’t talk to him much in the queue but he pushed the luggage trolley along behind them. However, I noticed that, when they got to the desk, there was some conversation with him about the seating arrangements. I supposed that his parents were just making sure they were all seated together. It was another hour or more later that I saw them ...
    again, at the boarding gate. By this time, he was sitting beside his father and listening to his i-pod. There were a few spare seats on his other side and I approached and sat down leaving a gap of two seats next to him. However, to make sure nobody was going to spoil my view, I put my shoulder-bag on the seat next to me. He was slouching forward at this point, quite oblivious to me and absorbed in his i-pod. He had taken his jacket off and I now saw his bare arms, covered in soft hairs. As he leaned forward, his ‘T’ shirt rode up behind him, revealing his spine and the waistband of his underwear; at this angle, side-on, I couldn’t make much out but it was a plain blue elasticated band, below which was the hint of colourful cotton. He was wearing boxers; so he wasn’t quite a “freeballer”, but close enough! Eventually we got up to board the plane and the queue I joined moved ahead of him and his parents in the next one. So I lost him again. The seats in our bit of the plane were in a 2-4-2 configuration and I had got myself a seat by the window on the right-hand side. My row was the back row of this section, so there was a partition behind. Having settled down, I was reading the details of the in-flight entertainment and stuff like that when I saw him again. He was heading down my gangway and my stomach did a little flip-flop as he stopped at the seat next to mine and plonked his bag & jacket on it. I pretended to be paying no attention but as he rummaged in his bag, I couldn’t ...
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