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

    mentioned more than once. His older sister was married and living abroad in Germany………well, you get the idea; it’s not important now. I earned a few extra points off him when they did the drinks round; instead of wine with my meal, I asked for a lager (the same as he had ordered) but I deliberately never drank it and gave it to him instead – he seemed to think that was “matey” of me. They say you get children’s approval with chocolate – but a young man’s is bought with booze! The most interesting “development” was when he fell asleep for a bit after the main meal; not surprising, really, after two beers! His legs were stretched out in front under the next seat, having the effect of stretching the front of his tracksuit bottoms. At last, I saw that bulge again, still down his left leg but so much closer to me now. I was sure it was bigger than before, and I stared at it, mesmerized by it; until I saw it twitch. Was that my imagination? It happened again – a little twitch! Oh God, that did it; I was juicing myself by this point, just looking at him. I nearly came then and there in my seat! They say that a young man thinks about sex every few seconds and this young man was certainly thinking about it now, in his sleep! I wonder what his dream involved. No matter. He was semi-erect, that’s what matters! I desperately wanted to touch him – well it actually – but I didn’t dare. Instead, I feigned sleep myself and allowed my leg to fall softly against his outstretched left leg. I ...
    contented myself with this for a good few minutes while he offered no resistance, and in my mind, I came about three times thinking about him and that still semi-erect organ lying just inches away from me. Then he woke, drew his legs up and started shuffling. I realised he was unpacking his blanket, which he then arranged across himself, pulling it up over his front with both his arms inside under the blanket. Now my view and the bodily contact were lost and I thought, “Oh well, it was lovely while it lasted”. While he lay back there, he now had the head-phones on and was watching something on the view-screen in front of him. However, after a few moments, I realised that the blanket wasn’t entirely static. I could tell that his left arm has resting on his leg but his right hand seemed to be near his genitals – you know, the way all men do. But there was a tiny amount of movement down there - almost undetectable (except to the eye of an expert like me!) and it was definitely a gentle but repetitive movement. He was pleasuring himself! Mind you, I could hardly expect otherwise; he was 19, had just had 2 beers at 55,000 feet and had just woken from a sexy dream with a semi. He was bored and horny! It was decision time for me. If this continued unabated, he was surely going to get frustrated and seek an outlet. He would most probably get up and go to the toilet and wank off in there. Was I brave enough to follow him? Indeed, was it even practically possible for me to “muscle-in” ...
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