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

    with him without anyone seeing or without me causing a scene? He was hardly likely to invite me, was he? There was only one thing for it. I slowly and deliberately slid my arm over the centre arm-rest and into the gap between the side of his seat and his leg, presently covered by the blanket. He was awake, so I figured his reaction to this would be instantaneous, one way the other. And I was right. As the side of my arm touched him, he started. But he didn’t do anything – he just sat there, as if nothing was happening. It was possible he was terrified and didn’t know what to do. As he sat there, I slid my hand under the edge of the blanket and turned my palm until it rested against his thigh. He still didn’t move. I spread my fingers across his outer thigh until – electricity! My little finger made contact with the little finger of his left hand on the top of his leg. With just this contact, I stroked his finger and, to my amazement, instead of pushing my hand away, he slowly turned his head toward me and looked at me, full in the eyes. I looked back at him, with my heart pounding in my ears as his eyes flicked down to where my hand now rested, and then back to mine. He slowly turned his head away, breathed-in deeply, lay his head back and closed his eyes. As he did so, his little finger began “playing” with mine. It was his consent. After a minute or two of this, I began to wriggle my hand under his hand and onto the top of his leg. He kept his hand over mine and it felt ...
    warm and sweaty. I gently squeezed his leg and felt a reciprocal twitch of his leg muscles, as his hand squeezed mine. He knew what I was up to and he liked it! Still covered by the blanket, I moved my hand across to the inside of his thigh. As I did so, he lifted his left arm under the blanket and gently placed it down in the gap beside his seat underneath my own arm. Meanwhile, his right hand, which had been over his genitals, he used to adjust the blanket over himself, lifting it gently across until it came to rest across his stomach. The position was now perfect; with my elbow resting against his pelvis, my hand came to rest on the now quite hard bulge down his trousers, which I caressed, pushing my fingers down into the gap between his legs, filled by his balls. As I proceeded to slowly massage his organ through the material of his track-suit and boxer-shorts, I could feel him throbbing in the palm of my hand. Whether he was doing it deliberately or involuntarily I don’t know but every time I stopped massaging him, he seemed to signal with a pulse through his tool, while the fingers of his right hand gently stroked my arm. I decided to take it to the next stage. I swung my hand and arm up towards his waist and slid the palm of my hand onto the naked flesh beneath his ‘T’ shirt. Then I slid my hand under the waistband of his boxers and back down towards his groin. As I made this move, I felt the first sign of resistance; his right arm came down to press on mine, as if to ...
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