making out in the air part1

I couldn’t stop staring at him. He was gorgeous. It was hard to tell how old he was, but I would guess at early to mid-twenties. Five foot ten, dark hair, blue eyes and astoundingly good-looking… just my kinda guy.
“Sir?”
Her voice brought me hurtling back to reality. She was collecting boarding passes and helpfully had her hand held out.
“Sorry,” I muttered, red with embarrassment, as I handed her my boarding pass and walked towards the jetty, ready to board the plane. I turned around and took another look at him, stood there at the back of the queue. I hadn’t noticed previously, but there was a girl next to him and as I looked they exchanged a brief kiss. Bollocks! Why are the cutest ones always straight? And worse still, attached. It was the story of my life. I sighed to myself and carried on walking down the jetty, focusing my thoughts instead on the great time I’d just had in New York, where I’d gone to see a mate who was working out there. We’d had a week full of shopping, sightseeing, drinking and clubbing, and there had been one night I’d had an unexpectedly better time than I’d bargained for in one of the gay clubs.
But that was over now and it was time to return to my normal, humdrum everyday life. Once on the plane, I took my seat (a window seat as always) and observed the steady stream of passengers walking down the aisle locating their seats. I wondered who I would get sitting next to me for the next eight hours. Knowing my luck, it would be someone with a screaming kid, or some obnoxious old woman. Every time a half-decent looking guy walked towards me (and there were a few), I would pray it would be him… and then he would carry on walking. I’d always had this crazy fantasy about meeting some really nice guy on a plane and was it too much to ask, just for once to be sitting next to someone hot? I became completely absorbed in my thoughts for the second time in a few minutes, and it was only when I felt something brush against my arm that I realised someone had sat down next to me. I turned to look and… WOW! It was him. Sat right there next to me. Out of all the passengers it could have been, it was him. There was a God after all!
Man, he looked even more gorgeous up close. I would have to stop staring in a minute. He hadn’t noticed yet anyway, as he had his face turned towards his girlfriend/fiancée/wife/whatever she was (who was actually also pretty nice looking, but that’s another story…) He turned his face towards me and acknowledged me with a weak smile, which I immediately returned, and then we both looked away. I fumbled for the in-flight magazine in front of me and started flicking through the pages, staring right through them and trying to think of something to say. There must be a thousand ways to start a conversation but I couldn’t think of a single one. “Hi, I’m Dan, you’re gorgeous” probably wouldn’t be a good opener. I sat in silence and hoped maybe he would say something.
“Thanks,” I heard him say, and as I looked up, an air stewardess was handing out blankets and pillows. She held out a set for me and he passed them over to me. “Cheers,” I said, and he responded with another brief but cute smile, before turning back to his (let’s assume) girlfriend. As they were talking, I took the opportunity to discreetly check out his package while I had the chance, before it would be covered up with his blanket. I was pleased to observe that he had quite a sizeable bulge down there, even if perhaps accentuated by the tight jeans he was wearing. It was ample fuel for my rapidly forming fantasies about him anyway.
A few minutes later we were accelerating madly down the runway and then the ground was gone. Take-off had always been my favourite part of flying; I was like an excited little kid, staring in wonder out of the window.
“Wow,” came a whisper from next to me, as a breathtaking sunset-backed New York skyline came into perfect view. I turned to look at him and he was wearing the same wondrous expression, as I knew I was. It really was an awesome sight. (And so was the view from the window!)
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” I said.
“Oh yeah!” he replied.
And so began our conversation. His girlfriend was already asleep with her earplugs in and her eye mask on. She didn’t like flying, he told me, and she normally slept through the entire flight. Was that music to my ears or what! I had this beautiful guy (his name turned out to be Adam) all to myself for the next eight hours! What more could anyone ask for?
As the clouds rolled by outside us, we chatted and found we got on pretty well. He had the most sexy voice and I loved the way he talked, his gentle Manchester accent (or at least I was guessing it was from somewhere around Manchester, possibly Cheshire, I couldn’t quite tell), the facial expressions he made, that smile to die for. We talked about music, football, even politics, and there was never a long period of silence. In short, we became mates. And as far as I was concerned, that was the perfect start. To what, I had no idea, but it was the perfect start.
A couple of hours into the flight, and we found that our conversation, although still flowing nicely, was becoming punctuated by yawning. As much as I didn’t want to tear myself away from him, we both decided it would be a good idea to try and get some sleep and beat the jetlag. Although he was on my mind the moment I shut my eyes, I found that sleep came pretty easily. The next thing I knew, we were both lying in the aisle, naked and top of each other, my hands exploring every inch of his perfect body, and snogging each other hungrily… then we hit a sudden patch of turbulence and I woke with a start from my horny dream.
“Morning,” joked Adam, and it took me a second or two to register my surroundings. And then I remembered, here I was, several miles above the Atlantic, sitting next to the man of my dreams – literally.
“Alright,” I smiled back at him. “You get much sleep?”
“A bit,” he replied. “You look like you were enjoying that dream.”
This threw me. What did he mean? Yeah I most definitely was enjoying that dream but how the fuck did he know that? He had an ill-concealed smirk on his face, and it looked dead sexy.
“What d’ya mean?” I finally asked him.
He continued to smirk at me for a few moments and then his eyes wandered down my body, coming to rest on my crotch. I realised with horror that I had a raging hard-on. I looked down and, sure enough, my blanket had slipped off and there was a large, noticeable bulge in my jeans. I felt my face burning, it must have been the deepest shade of crimson by now, I couldn’t remember the last time I was this embarrassed, and I just wanted to vanish into thin air. I quickly pulled the blanket back over myself and glanced back at Adam. He was no longer hiding his amusement, but sat there with a big grin on his face.
“Is that what you meant earlier when you said you found it hard to sleep on a plane?” he grinned.
“I’m glad you find it funny,” I said sheepishly.
“I do,” he grinned back.
Suddenly I had a thought. “What were you doing looking down there anyway?” I asked him curiously.
Now it was his turn to feel uncomfortable and struggle for an answer and my turn to wear the superior grin. But within a couple of seconds, he was smiling again. “I was playing a game,” he said. OK. Not quite an answer I was expecting.
“What game?” I inquired with a puzzled look on my face.
“It’s called ‘guess the size’”.
I laughed out loud, and his smile widened.
“Go on then,” I said. “What’s your guess?”
“Eight inches,” he replied, without any hesitation.
“Wow,” I said, genuinely impressed that he had got it spot on. “You’re good at that game. You know your cock sizes.”
He laughed, and it suddenly occurred to me that we were talking about my dick. This thought immediately started to make me horny again. I was loving this conversation and I was gonna keep it going as long as I could.
“So do I get a go?” I asked.
“Yeah, OK,” he said.
“But what do I get if I get it right?”
“Oh, I’m sure we can think of something,” he said suggestively. Or at least I thought it sounded suggestive, maybe I was just imagining it, but who cares, I was loving being here with him and loving where this was going.
He pulled his blanket off and to my surprise the bulge in his jeans was considerably bigger than last time I looked. He must have had a hard-on all this time, the horny little bastard. I felt myself starting to get hard again, as I now freely ogled that bulge of his. He shifted forward a little, and moved his hand lazily up his thigh. He knew he was turning me on.
“It’s kinda hard to tell,” I said, my voice now dropping to almost a whisper. “It’d be easier if I could get a feel.”
“Go for it,” he said, and my heart began to race. He had actually agreed to let me touch him there, and I had definitely not imagined that.
Although it was now dark outside and the cabin lights were extremely dimmed, he wasn’t going to take any chances. He pulled the blanket back up over himself and lifted one side for me. I slid my hand underneath and clasped it over his erection. I began to rub his crotch slowly, getting a good feel of that cock. He let out a small sigh and tilted his head back, as I traced the outline of his cockwith my fingers, giving it the occasional squeeze. And all this whilst surrounded by three hundred people, not least of which was his girlfriend, peacefully asleep next to him, completely oblivious of what was going on. That was the biggest thrill.
My own cock was hard as a rock again, and I decided it was time to take things to the next level and see how he would react. I unzipped his fly and let my hand slip inside. If I was expecting him to flinch I had been mistaken, as the only reaction I got from him was a smile. This guy was horny. Hornier than me, and that was saying something. I rummaged around inside his flies and immediately felt flesh – he didn’t appear to be wearing any undies. Oh yeah, this guy was fucking horny, and I couldn’t quite believe I was sat here with his cock in my hand. I took it out of his jeans, and softly stroked its length a few times. It seemed to be about the same length as my own, and uncut like mine, but maybe just very slightly fatter. I swirled my finger around the head for a moment, and felt a few drops of precum leak out. Man, I was enjoying this flight.