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

    wait for what I knew would happen next. image As his stretched up to the overhead locker, his ‘T’ shirt pulled up and I got the most fabulous view of his tummy, revealing and the “treasure-trail” of hairs down the middle, leading to the blue waistband of his boxer-shorts. And as he pushed his stuff in the locker, I got the best view yet of that delicious item down his left leg, as the material stretched tightly across it, revealing the beautiful outline of his balls and a more-than-respectably-sized cock. Meanwhile, his parents it seems had seats across the aisle but two rows forward. That was what all the talking was about at check-in! There was some interaction between them at this point but he just seemed to grunt or mumble and turned away to sit in his seat, seemingly happy to be on his own away from them. I gave him a brief, polite nod and smiled at him as he sat down next to me. And we both then ignored each other. But it was difficult not to keep glancing across at his thigh, to get another look at his equipment – which to all intents and purposes had disappeared from view. So that was that; or so I thought. The “ice-breaker” opportunity happened just a few moments later as we were taxi-ing and he seemed to be straining forward to look out of the window quite intently. Impulsively, I asked him if he wanted to change seats with me and sit by the window. I said I didn’t really mind and that he seemed to be far more interested in seeing out than I was as I had done it ...
    so many times before. He looked at me for a moment longer than was comfortable, enabling me to see into his grey eyes; then he looked across and down the aisle towards where his parents were sitting and said, “Well, if you’re sure…”. I told him to be quick about it, as we were taxi-ing and the stewardess would tell us off for unbuckling our belts while she was still giving us the usual safety drill. So we swapped seats quickly; him standing up and shuffling across in front of me as I pushed-up the centre arm-rest and slid across behind him. In the course of this 5-second manoeuvre, I not only got another glimpse of pale flesh and the back of his waistband but my face came precariously close to a pair of deliciously round buns as he passed across in front of me and my hands inadvertently brushed against his legs, as a jolt of electricity went through my whole body. I had actually touched him! Well, his track-suit bottoms at least! Now I had him between me and the window, on my right side, with the aisle to my left and a partition behind us both. Throughout the next couple of hours, on and off, I chatted to him. I made my remarks fairly “throw-away”, so as not to make too obvious my sexual interest in him. We talked about i-pods and computers to begin with, but later I did manage to find out that his name was Ben and he was 19; his “father” was in fact his step-father and he didn’t like him much – largely (I figured) because he had replaced his estranged real father, who he ...
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