being worried about the boys’ dorm, even though it turned out I had
years, since college, but that he traveled a lot for wetting plenty
food.
me? I have a headphone splitter.”
until we hit 30,000 feet.
or at least make myself available.
I settled into the aisle seat, just a foot away from him. His son was
big. He smirked. “How old is he?” I asked.
He looked at me and paused. Then at his sleeping family spread
so folks could sleep through the flight, I started up again. Now would
out over the
never had as much ass in my life. He said that he’d been married for 15
“Oh wow. Did you have a party?”
“He’s cute,” I said and stared hard at him, trying to get his attention.
“Yeah,” he said.
“Is he your son?”
He looked up a my eyes. My stiff gaze stopped him. I smiled
oher side of him, looking out the window. He was reading.
When the captain announced a twenty minute delay in taking off, I
drinks and food were handed out, and they finally shut off the lights
things into our speech. When I talked about school abroad, I mentioned
“Yeah. James,” he said, not looking up much.
idea. She and her daughter were asleep as her husband and I began
“Ten, last Tuesday,” he said.
be our opportunity. I smiled and asked him if he enjoyed his airplane
Then we chilled the chat that was making my dick drip. After the
of time to “keep up with the boys.” I was hard for about 30 minutes,
I chuckled. “Your son’s out cold. You wanna watch this movie with
other inanities. We each took turns iing unnecessarily lascivious
Sweet. He was in. A total faggot, married to a lady who had no
said loudly, “Figures, huh? Planes.”
to it to finding a way to s seed. We chatted about the party,
about where we’re from ― both from the east coast of America ― and
“Ha. Better than my cooking.”