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