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