Date: Sat, 7 Feb 2004 17:48:52 -0800 (PST) From: tag michaels Subject: The Best Flight Ever Adult male, teenage boy, sex. If that's a problem or illegal for you then go away. The only shred of truth in this story is the fact that I was on a plane recently and I was stuck in the farthest seat in the back and that's it. No boy, no sex, not even night-time. It's only a frickin story, just n-joi it. I dislike airports and flying, not that I have any fear of it but because it's so much down time although I do get a chance to read with few interruptions. To top it off this was going to be a night flight and I don't sleep on planes without a serious amount of drugs, which I no longer use. So, dutiful boy that I am, I was at the airport and all checked in for my red eye to Honolulu, a seven-hour marathon when you added the airport time to the flight time. The waiting area was about half filled with fellow travelers in various stages of rest or fatigue. As usual I scoped out the group searching for cute teenage boys, the bane of my existence. There were a few, all with parent types, and all blissfully ignorant of their beauty and desirability to a total stranger. Fuck I loved adolescent males. They are possible the most exciting creatures on the planet and while I've bedded a few of them; I certainly looked a lot and dreamed even more. There were an equal number of small children apparently waiting for my flight and I moaned inwardly at the thought of having to listen to their crying and fussiness and the ensuing pleas of frazzled parents as they attempted to comfort their young. As a result of said young practicing for the flight by emitting frequent and often loud whines, cries, and temper tantrums, I elected to sit in the waiting area of the next, and almost totally empty, gate. There was only one other person present and as I got closer I noticed that it was a young teenage boy. I say young, but from what I could see when he looked up at my approach, he looked to be about fifteen. Despite the heavy jacket, he appeared slender, probably about five foot seven, weighing in at about a buck thirty. I sat down in the row of seats that faced him (of course) about four seats away, and opened my book. Of course I sneaked looks at him as much as possible and enhanced my sense of him. His face appeared to be blemish free, thick brows and lashes framing large darker eyes and matching the medium brown color of his short cropped hair. He alternated between leaning back in his seat with legs stretched out and being hunched over, apparently not being able to find a comfortable position, which I could empathize with. The more I looked at the boy, the cuter he seemed to become as I tried to commit his features to memory. I can't recall exactly when I figured out that he was upset but his low sniffling sounds finally became apparent, as was the barely noticeable shaking of his shoulders. After about five minutes I decided to offer some support for him. I stood, and walked over to his hunched over figure and squatted down in front of him. "I know this sounds strange," I said in my most therapeutic voice, "and you don't know me from Adam but I'd like to help if I can. I know I probably can't do anything about your problem but most of the teenage boys I work with find that I'm a darn good listener." He raised his head slightly to look at me through red-rimmed hazel eyes. He was even cuter that I originally thought. I went on. "Who knows though, maybe in talking about it, I can help you find a solution or at least you can vent about the problem." He didn't say anything and I waited a good minute before I said more. "Would it be okay if I sat here next to you for a little while or should I go away. Another long quiet wait so I stood up and he said softly, "It's okay, don't go." I sat down next to him and although he stayed hunched over, arms on knees, he had stopped crying. I took a chance and put my hand on his back between his shoulder blades and rubbed gently back and forth, a trained movement designed to comfort. "Can you tell me about it," I asked gently. He was quiet for a solid minute before he answered. "I have to move to Hawaii." "Hmmm," I said, waited a couple of heartbeats then added, "Most boys your age would be jumping with joy if they were you," I said. "Well they aren't me and I'm not jumping," He replied without rancor. Still no eye contact. "Trudat," I replied. "So. Can you tell me why you don't want to move? Is it cause you don't like white sandy beaches, palm trees and weather that is significantly warmer than right here," here having an average temperature of about fifty. He shook his head. "No, it's not that. It's my mom, she thinks I'll do better living over there with my grandparents, my dad's parents. She says she thinks I'll stay out of trouble but I think it's really cause her boyfriend doesn't want me around, he hates me. Plus I don't know anybody and haven't seen my grandparents in years." I took the story at its face value, although like all stories, I knew there was probably a lot more to it than that. "Well you don't strike me as being particularly troublesome but hey, I've only known you for five minutes. My name's Kekoa by the way." I had continued to slowly and gently rub on the boy's back and he seemed to be responding to the attention. He finally looked sideways at me with a little smile and extended a hand. "That's my middle name, my first name is Travis. His grip was as soft and gentle as his hand, causing my first suspicion of his sexual orientation. Of course suspicion might well be translated to hope but what the fuck. "Kekoa is your middle name?" I asked. "Are you Hawaiian?" Travis told me was half Hawaiian and when I expressed disbelief he said that he was half Swedish as well. His mother used to jokingly say that the Swedish blood pretty well washed out any other color. "Where are you moving to? I mean, do you know the area that you're going to be living in?" "I can't say it exactly but it's like Kahulu or something." There was no place by that name but there were three or four places that sounded like it so I said them aloud and he confirmed the second one, Kapahulu. "Hey, that's pretty cool, I live in that area too, maybe we could hook up or something, that way you'd know at least one person." He smiled again, revealing white, almost perfect teeth. We talked about the area, what it was like, how close he would be to the beach, all small talk that seemed to place the boy at ease. When I asked how old he was, he replied that he'd turned fourteen some three months before, around Thanksgiving. "You seem like a nice kid Travis so I'm still surprised at your banishment, as it were." I felt him tense under my hand then relax. I removed my hand, leaned back in my chair and went on. "I'm sure that whatever you've done seems monumental, embarrassing, earth shattering and all that crap but I gotta tell ya. The things that most people don't want others to know usually have to do with violence or sex and in all the time I've worked with teenage boys I have yet to be shocked and I've heard some stories that would curl your hair. Most often though, I find that their issues, or thoughts, or actions or whatever it is that is causing them discomfort, just isn't that big a deal to the rest of the world." I decided to take another chance and went on. "It's probably the most difficult for the gay boys I work with, especially boys your age. Usually it's a questioning their sexuality sort of problem, although they often already know they're gay and are having some difficulty or another with it. Sometimes it's a problem with their parents because of being gay. The thing is, that they think everyone in the world is going to judge them based on that so they keep quiet, sometimes they never talk about it." He turned to look at me when I mentioned the gay part and I knew then that was part of the problem. Now I had to get him to open up to me about it. "So you work with kids?" I nodded my head. "Some of them are gay?" I nodded again, "More than you can imagine" I answered. He was quiet awhile, as if choosing his words, or even deciding whether to tell me what was really going on at all. As long as I've worked with teenagers I've never been surprised by them. Some will hold on to their stuff forever while I've had others who literally regurgitated their stuff in the first fifteen minutes of our meeting. One thing I've learned though is patience. They'll get there when they're ready. Travis was ready. "My mom read a journal I was writing. It was in my room. She never really went into my room so I think that her boyfriend convinced her to look around, just in case I was like into drugs or something, which I'm definitely not. Anyhow, there was some stuff about different boys that I sort of think are cute, but mostly about an older guy in the neighborhood that I had a crush on. I wrote about how cute he was, how strong he looked when he mowed his lawn without a shirt on, that kind of stuff. I also wrote about I would like to suck his dick and have him suck on me and how I could plan to try and make that happen. I guess after that she decided to search some more and found a porn book, a gay one with only guys in it." Travis went on to tell me about a blow up that occurred when he got home from an overnight at another boy's house, about the boyfriend accusing Travis of having sex with the boy-untrue- and all manner of other sorts of verbal abuse. Since Travis' dad had been gone for over three years, living with him was not an option so it was decided to send him to Hawaii to live with his grandparents, the boyfriend thinking that three thousand miles of ocean would keep the boy out of his sight and mind. The mother, being more than a little weak willed, agreed. "So," I began slowly, "What's the worst part of the situation? Having your mom find out you're gay, having to move, having to move so far away, losing the opportunity to possibly have sex with the neighbor guy?" Travis stated that it was a little bit of everything. "I've messed around with other boys a little bit, you know, like jacking off together and stuff but that's about all. I was really sort of hoping to have sex with Chris, the neighbor guy, but I'm not exactly sure why, ya know. The guy is probably in his thirties, maybe your age or so." "Well the reason Travis, is that you probably were looking for someone older to sort of show you the ropes about gay sex. Someone who wouldn't laugh at you and certainly wouldn't say something at school or to other boys, someone you felt safe with." He seemed to ponder that a moment then said that I was right, that was it. "Wow I never thought of that. How come you know so much about it?" I reminded him that I worked with gay teens so his story was actually quite common. "The other thing though Travis is that the same thing happened to me when I was your age, about the desire to be with an older guy." His mouth dropped open then slammed shut. "You're gay?" he asked, not a little bit of incredulity in a voice that was trying to break but hadn't quite gotten there. I explained that I was indeed gay and a conversation ensued with me giving up a great deal of information about gayness in general and myself specifically, including the fact that I did not currently have a boyfriend. "So, have you ever had sex with a boy. I mean a boy like my age or something." I had in fact been honored by at least five boys who had chosen me to be their first lover, chosen me to show them the ropes. I shared that with Travis with exactly the kind of emotion that I felt about such situations, honored. "Wow," was all he managed to get out as they called to begin boarding. I asked where he was seated, looked at his ticket and discovered that it was in the last row of the plane whereas mine was closer to the front of the main cabin. I went to the check in counter and inquired about a seat change and found that there were a great many empty seats-unusual for any flight to Hawaii-at the rear of the cabin so changed my seat to be the aisle seat along side Travis' window seat. Twenty minutes later-we had to board last- we walked down the isle to our seats, anyone watching us probably assuming that we were father and son. Before I stowed my bag I pulled out a pair of loose fitting shorts since they would be much more comfortable both on the flight and when I got off the plane in Honolulu. When he asked, I explained to Travis why I was doing what I was doing he said he might well do the same thing. When I came back to the seat Travis was not there, his blue carry on bag open on his seat, his jacket laid across it. I guessed he took my advice. I stowed my carry on in the bin above the seat and had just sat down when Travis returned. "Can you hand me my jacket and bag please Kekoa," he asked. I did as he asked and the boy took his things, turned and set the bag on the empty seat across the isle from us and began folding his jacket and jeans for insertion in same. He had changed into a pair of black sports shorts, that filmy like material with legs that go down to the knees revealing a smattering of almost blonde hair. His t-shirt, red with a Mossimo logo on it, came down to about where the crack of his ass would be, revealing to me a slender boy-ish butt with the promise of deliciously inviting orbs. He wasn't a bubble butt by any means but he wasn't a flat ass either. Like baby bear said he was juuuust right. When he was finished he turned and reached up to put his bag in the storage bin above the seat, his t-shirt riding up far enough to give me a slim view of his belly, flat and firm. The bulge at the front of his shorts was noticeable but not prominent causing me to wonder about the gift hidden beneath the cloth. When he crossed in front of me getting to his seat I was tempted to grasp onto the tight ass less than a foot from my face, or perhaps nibble it a little bit, the sight of the glorious body part causing a definite stir in my crotch. He sat down with a plop typical of teenage boys and buckled the belt loosely across his waist. We made small talk as the plane prepared for and made its departure. Since it was close to midnight, once we reached cruising altitude the flight attendants made a quick run through the plane offering drinks and snacks before the cabin lights were turned off. Travis and I continued to talk in low tones. However, we were essentially alone, the seats empty for two rows in front of us as well as the last four rows of the center of the plane. He asked how long I'd known I was gay, how old I was when I first tried something with another boy. I asked about the neighbor he'd been interested in, discovered that the guy was similar to me in many respects, a point that Travis pointed out to me. The conversation then turned to the first man that I'd been with and what it was like as well as the boys that had shared their first experiences with me. Travis thought that was so cool, my being with other boys, showing them stuff and helping them figure out gayness. That segued into his wanting to know what exactly I'd done with them and that segued into specific questions. "What's it like actually having a cock in your mouth? What does cum taste like, does it taste like my own? Doesn't it hurt when you get a cock in your ass? Doesn't it taste funny putting your tongue in someone's butt hole?" I answered his questions candidly and in explicit thought clinical detail, wanting the boy to have as clear an understanding as possible. Somewhere in the process we'd pulled the airlines little blankets over our legs as it was a little nippy. We'd also raised the armrest between the seats and turned sideways and sort of huddled in close to insure that no one could hear our conversation and as a result our faces were only about six inches apart. "Gosh Kekoa," he whispered, "My dick is so hard from talking about this stuff. I can't believe it. Does that happen to you too?" I admitted that I was a little bit firmed up over the talk. "Really? Can I touch it?" he whispered, a slight bit of huskiness creeping into his still high voice. Of course, as I said that "yes he could", the thing got even harder. I felt his hand fumble a bit at the blanket and finally find and opening and then my leg, slide upward to the leg of my shorts and continue on the outside of my shorts, running into my dick fairly quickly. I'd turned a little more onto my back, my eyes scanning around us in the dark to make sure we were unobserved. I heard him gasp slightly as his finger grasped onto my now fully hard cock through the fabric, the butterflies in my own belly waking up and flying around. It was a hot situation, being in public sort of, having a cute young teenage boy feeling me up. "Gosh Travis it feels huge in there," he said as his fingers explored the length and thickness of my flesh, squeezing gently as he moved. "How big is it?" I told him that I'd topped out at a little over seven inches by the time I was sixteen. "I'm not that big," he confided then said, "Want to feel mine?" Silly question that. But honest. I said yes and he removed his hand from me and moved fully onto his back I reached under the blanket and immediately found his rock hard young cock, in the flesh. At some point in the conversation he pulled the waistband of his shorts down allowing his teenage pride and joy out for air, along with smooth balls I soon found out. He was indeed as hard as the proverbial rock, his warm flesh pulsing as I gently squeezed him, feeling up and down the length of the shaft which seemed to be about six inches or so. Like me he was cut and the head was leaking a fair amount of precum. At the bottom end, I felt his sperm makers, a nice size and not a hair that I could determine on the soft pliable skin. "Gosh that feels so good," he whispered, low and deep. "I could cum if you keep doing that." My brain took a quick trip back to the first time I'd been touched by another person, the intensity of the feelings I'd felt at the time. "Do you want me to make you cum?" I whispered back. He nodded his head. I did another cursory glance. No one seemed to be stirring. There were a few reading lights on but they were at least half way up the cabin. The galley and flight attendants at the center of the plane so we were fairly safe and secluded. I pulled the blanket down so as not to cream it up with his young juices, Travis having pulled his t-shirt up for the same reason. I grasped back onto the shaft and slowly stroked him. In the dark I could make out his flat lower belly, the smaller but neat patch of black hair on his pubic bone. I rubbed his balls on a couple of down strokes and in seconds his breathing had gotten rapid. Seconds later I felt his cock thicken in my hand, his whole body go tense and heard a muted grunt. I watched as his cock erupted, a jet of white liquid fly out the end of it and land mid belly. It was followed by three other jets of sperm, all of equal content and distance before it slowed down to smaller globs that oozed out of his swollen cock head with each involuntary flex of his belly muscles. He finally relaxed, opened his eyes and looked at me, a smile forming on his smooth face. "That was fuckin awesome," he whispered. I nodded, let go of the still throbbing dick and stood quickly. I went into one of four bathrooms, snagged a wad of tissue and returned to the seat and cleaned the cooling fluid from his torso, which was finally calming down. "You're still hard," he said. "Want me to jack you off?" Well, the thought occurred to me but it would take forever and I told Travis that. "Maybe I could suck your cock then, how about that," the boy asked, eagerness evident in his voice. I looked around. Nothing stirring. We could pull this off, although I knew he wouldn't be able to suck me to orgasm as that takes a long time as well. "Tell you what," he said quietly. "Kneel here like you're stretching or something and that way you can keep an eye open if someone comes back." The kid was an eager beaver, that was for sure, but his plan had merit. What the fuck, it'd been awhile since I'd had a cute young thing blow my horn. I nodded my head and knelt, one knee in the seat, the other leg on the floor. I felt his hands at my shorts then the fabric moving down and suddenly my rock hard cock was free. I could tell by the way it felt as well as the small gasp that came from the boy. Then his hands were on my bare flesh. He'd pulled my shorts down so that my heavy balls hung free and his hand got very busy feeling and squeezing and stroking and just plain exploring my adult body, the first cock and balls he'd had a chance to actually get hands on experience with. He must have seen some porn or something because when his mouth encircled the swollen fat head of my cock he kept his teeth covered with his lips. I kept a hand on the back of the seat that was in front of me, the other ruffled his short hair as he suckled me. He did a credible job but got a little cocky, you should pardon the pun, and tried to take too much which got him to choking. I quickly reached down and re deposited my wares in my shorts then sat down. Turned out to be a good idea as someone came down the isle, headed for the loo. "You okay," I whispered. He nodded his head as his coughing subsided and I could see the watery content in his eyes, but he still had smile on his pretty little face. "Yeah. That was awesome Kekoa, I wanna do it some more after that lady goes back to her seat. Gosh your cock is so big. It tastes pretty good though, your precum I mean and your cock head feels sort of different, like silk or something. Gosh your balls feel pretty big too I bet you make tons of stuff when you squirt. I'd really like to see you squirt out sperms." Yup, this was one eager young teen. The woman went back past us, headed up the isle only to have another two people come back down, one on our side of the plane and one on the other. We sat side by side, Travis' hand busy under the blanket feeling me up, stroking my cock through the fabric of my shorts. "Take it out for me Kekoa," he whispered. I did as he asked, raising up enough in the seat to tug my shorts and underwear down to just below my knees, allowing me to spread my legs open a little bit. As soon as the lavatory users went back to their respective seats Travis slid to the floor in front of his seat, covered himself with the blanket and put his head between my legs and went back to work. For a novice he did pretty good, licking at my balls as well as my cock, stroking and fondling whatever his fingers found. I reached down and stroked the base of my cock while Travis worked at the other end, our fingers touching as we both brought me to the edge of orgasm. I lifted the blanket a little and told him I was gonna cum so he pushed my hand out of the way and stroked my sausage as he licked up and down the shaft and the sensitive underside of the swollen head. It only took a moment after that and I held the blanket up and out of the way as my body tensed and released a virtual torrent of creamy white liquid, the thick ropey strands of goo landing just under my nipples and all over my heaving belly. It was all I could do not to make noise and as it was I grunted from the intensity of the sperming, one of the best I'd had in over a month. Travis climbed back up to his seat and leaned close to me. "God you make a ton of cum and it looked so hot flying out of your cock like that. Let me get by you and I'll get some tissue." He returned a moment later and handed me to paper towels and I cleaned myself off pretty well and gave them back to him to throw away, which he did while I pulled my pants back up. As crossed in front of and facing me to get back to his seat, I could see the front of his shorts tented out, clearly his young cock still hard. I grasped onto it and he stopped, standing still and letting me feel him up. I reached up under a leg of his shorts and boxers to fondle his smooth balls, squeezing them gently in my hand before going further up and grasping onto his rock hard teenage flesh. I felt and stroked a little bit before removing my hand and, looking around to make sure we weren't being watched, pulled the front of his shorts down and freeing his boyhood pride and joy. His cock was delicious to look at. I could see precum dribbling out of the piss slit and after another quick look, leaned forward and licked the stuff off before taking the entire head into my mouth and proceeding to give the boy the first blow job of his young life. He held onto my head and slowly moved his hips back and forth as I suckled his firm young flesh and it didn't take long before his dick thickened and he began squirting warm young teenage sperm into my mouth. I swallowed it all, taking the sweet young nectar into my throat and belly, savoring the pungent taste of his juices. And soon it was over, except for his rapid breathing and as that slowed, I released him, put his cock back into his shorts and he sat down, quiet for a moment, then, "Fuck that was intense," he whispered, leaning in close to me. "That felt so, so good I can hardly believe it. I don't know what I like best, sucking or getting sucked." Then he smiled and said, "I guess we'll have to try some more so I can figure it out." The he surprised me. He got in close and kissed me on the lips, pulled away slightly then went back, planting his lips on mine and kissing me with passion. I put my hand on the back of his head and held him gently, responding in kind, kissing him back with equal passion. When we finally broke away he said, "We have to see each other Kekoa, we just have to." I nodded my head and told him I felt the same way and that I was sure we could make it happen. He kissed me again and snuggled up to me and we both dozed until about forty-five minutes before landing at which time we all had to wake up and fill out a form that is required of anyone flying commercial into the islands. Travis said that he was supposed to call his grandparents when he got in and they would arrange transportation to their house. I suggested that he call them and tell them I was going to drop him off since I lived close by. He wasn't sure if they'd go for that but he'd give it a shot. An hour later we both had our bags and were headed to the parking garage for my car, he having called his grandparents. Since it was still only about three in the morning, they were more than amenable to my bringing him home and gave me the directions. There was little traffic at that hour so I opened my low slung cobra Mustang up on the H1, clearing out the carbon. "I can't believe how warm it is, man is it always like this?" I explained that it got a lot warmer but that the current temp of about seventy was about normal for night time at that time of year. I found his grandparents home without trouble, a small older home on the hillside behind Diamond Head. An elderly woman met us at the door and immediately hugged and kissed Travis before ushering us both into the house. I told her and her husband, who even older than she was, a little about myself, where I lived and the fact that Travis was welcome to spend time with me any time he chose. "Well, it's been a great many years since we've had a young one around the house and as you can see we're not young any more," she said without rancor or complaint. "Having someone that Travis likes and trusts would be a big help to us." I gave them my phone number and go theirs, got a tight hug from the cute young teenager and headed out the door and home, a promise to him up and show him some sights later in the day, lingering in the air. On the way home I allowed my brain to replay the events of the night and I smiled to myself. "This was definitely going to be interesting.