Date: Mon, 29 May 2017 10:02:59 +0200 From: Queer Wolf Subject: Cruising at 30000 feet My vacation was over and I was on my way home from Arizona to Germany, with a layover in Dallas. So here I was, sitting at gate D33 at DFW, waiting for my flight to start boarding. One of the few good things about crowded airport waiting areas is that there are many interesting people to watch. I had noticed a cute teenage boy right away, with ginger hair and freckles, who was sitting by himself, looking a little nervous. With people constantly moving around, nobody noticed that I was almost staring at him, checking out his slim body from head to toe. I even managed to snap a few good pictures with my tablet. Eventually I had to take my eyes off him when they called my flight and people were getting in line. I was pleasantly surprised when the boy got up as well and walked to the same gate, and I made sure to get in line right behind him, which gave me a chance to take a good look at his butt. The line was moving fast and a few minutes later we were walking through the tunnel to the airplane. My seat was almost at the very back. Much to my delight, the boy kept walking all the way to the back as well, finally sitting down in an aisle seat in the center while I had the right window seat in the same row. It soon became obvious that the plane would be less than half full for this overnight flight across the Atlantic, and most of the people who had seats in the back moved up to the front a bit. I stayed where I was, hoping that it would be easier to get some sleep with fewer people around. The boy stayed too; I'm not sure he had even noticed that there were many open seats to choose from. Stealing a few more glances I realized that he was really uncomfortable. When the plane was pushed back from the gate, he was actually starting to shake a little. "Hey, are you alright?" I asked. "Huh?" He looked up and around before he saw me smiling at him. "Oh, yeah. Well, no, not really. It's my first flight, and I'm a little nervous. More than just a little, to be honest." The plane was taxiing toward the end of the runway now and the flight attendants were about to get ready for takeoff. "Come sit over here!" I said, indicating the empty seat next to me. "I can offer you a shoulder to lean on, if you like, or even a hand to hold. At the very least, I can distract you until we're up in the air and you're used to it all." His face lit up and he smiled for the first time, which made him look even cuter than before. Within seconds, he was out of his seat and buckled in next to me. I raised the armrest between us, allowing him to scoot a little closer. When I offered him my right hand, he grabbed it right away and held it tight. He even put his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes, so I put my left arm around him and held him tight. I could feel his body shaking, but it seemed to me that he was calming down already. "We're about ready to take off now." I softly told him as we were waiting at the end of the runway. "The engines will make a little noise now, and before you know it, we'll be up in the air. Oh, here we go!" He squeezed my hand when the engines started to howl. Then the pilot released the breaks, the plane accelerated down the runway and seconds later we were in the air. The higher we climbed, the more he relaxed. His grip on my hand loosened and I could feel his heartbeat slowing down. He opened his eyes at about 10000 feet, and by the time we passed the 20000 feet mark, he was sitting up straight in his seat again. He was still holding my hand though, and I wasn't going to tell him to let go. Eventually we reached our cruising altitude of 30000 feet. "Thank you!" he said, smiling at me. "I don't know why I was so nervous about flying. I mean, I know about the physics and stuff, and that it's pretty much the safest way to travel. But as I said, it's my first time on a plane, and my first trip outside the US. Thank you so much for letting me hold your hand! That really helped a lot." "You're very welcome!" I replied, winking at him. "I actually enjoyed it. I don't get as many opportunities to hold hands with cute guys as I would like." He blushed and giggled, but still didn't let go. We finally introduced ourselves, and I learned that his name was James, though he told me to call him Jamie. His older brother was a soldier with the US army, stationed in Rammstein in Germany, and he was going to visit him for a few weeks during his summer break. I was familiar with the area because I had done my mandatory service in the German army not far from there, and I actually lived only an hours train ride away. As we were talking, I found myself being drawn to his amazing green eyes. Bright eyes are a huge turn on for me, so it was not surprising that my dick was stirring in my pants. I kept sneaking glances at his crotch too, but his jeans didn't give anything away. Eventually cabin service started, and only then did he let go of my hand. We got our pretzels and he had a coke while I opted for red wine. A short time later, they served dinner; chicken or pasta, as usual. One of the advantages of transatlantic flights is that alcohol is complimentary, even in economy class, so I could have another glass of wine. And when I asked the flight attendant for a fun sized bottle of Baileys to go with my after dinner coffee, James shyly asked if he could have one too. Since we were flying with a German airline, the flight attendant gave it to him without batting an eye. "It's too bad that you couldn't have a drink before getting on the plane." I said. "That would have relaxed you a bit. Next time just take a quick trip to the restroom and jerk off. I always find that very relaxing." Jamie snorted and laughed. The shutters were already closed and the cabin was getting ready for the night, so it was hard to tell if he was blushing again. But I couldn't help but notice that he was subconsciously rubbing and adjusting his crotch. "Actually," he whispered, leaning close to me, "I could do it right now. I'm kinda horny now, without all that anxiety." "Bathroom is that way!" I pointed over my shoulder to the back of the plane. "Knock yourself out!" He looked back, then turned around and grinned wickedly at me. I looked at him questioningly when he reclined the seat. He ripped open the plastic bag with the airline blanket and covered his lap with the blanket. There was some movement under the blanket and the distinct sound of a zipper being opened. Only then did I realize what Jamie was up to. "Did you just ..." I started to ask. Jamie just kept grinning and lifted the blanket on my side a little, giving me a great view at a nice uncut teenage boner. I quickly looked around, but there was no other passenger within a couple of rows, and no flight attendant either. "You can touch it, if you like." He said. I was still hesitating, so Jamie grabbed my hand and put it under the blanket, right on top of his dick. He leaned back and closed his eyes. Jamie's dick was slim, like the rest of his body, and not too long. But it felt great in my hand, so hard and hot. He had hooked his underwear under his balls and pulled his t-shirt up a bit, so I gently rubbed his soft belly before moving my hand back down. I could feel a small patch of pubes and wondered if they were the same ginger color as the hair on his head. It was too dark to be sure now. Pulling back the foreskin, I started to slowly jerk him off. He kept his eyes close, but his smile grew even bigger. As I was picking up speed, Jamie's breathing became faster too. I could feel some precum when I softly rubbed the head of his dick with my thumb. Not wanting him to finish too quickly, I fondled his balls for a bit, then trailed the soft skin below them until I touched his butthole. He didn't complain about it, but I didn't want to get carried away and go too far. After all, someone could walk by on their way to the bathroom at any time. So I went back to his dick, which felt even harder now, and continued to wank him. In less than a minute, he erupted all over my hand and himself. When his dick finally stopped pumping out cum, I pulled my hand out from under the blanket. It was covered with Jamie's juices. I hungrily licked it all off, and it tasted even sweeter than the Baileys. "Wow, that was intense!" Jamie sighed. "Thank you!" "You're welcome" I replied. "And thank you too. That was certainly a surprising and unexpected treat for me." "I don't normally do something like that either. But after you comforted me earlier, I feel really close to you, and it just felt right." "I feel the same way, buddy!" I said and hugged him tight. "Well, I better go clean up a bit." Jamie said, rearranged his clothes and got out of his seat. He walked a couple of steps toward the bathroom, then turned back to me. "You know, I don't think anyone would notice if you joined me in the bathroom." Without another word, Jamie walked to the back of the plane and vanished in the bathroom. I looked around, wondering what to do. My dick certainly knew what it wanted, but my brain was a little more careful. I listened to the monotone drone of the engines for a couple of moments. The back part of the plane was really quiet. Nobody sitting near me appeared to be awake. So I decided to follow the advice of the smaller head and headed to the bathroom too. Knocking lightly on the door I quietly said, "Jamie?" There was a soft click when the door was unlocked. I pushed open the door and my jaw almost hit the ground. Jamie was standing there completely naked, wearing only a broad grin on his freckled face. His dick was rock hard again, pointing straight up. And the small patch of neatly trimmed pubes was indeed the same ginger color as the hair on his head. Shaking off my initial surprise, I quickly entered the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Jamie was leaning on the small counter, pushing out his slim hips. "Come and get me, I'm all yours!" his body language was telling me. I was only too happy to accept that invitation. Stepping close to him I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in for a hug. He felt so small and soft in my arms, but he was hugging me back hard and I could feel the strength in his slim body. And of course the hardness of his dick. I put my hands on his chest and gently pinched his small but very hard nipples. Running my hands further down his torso, I could feel the beginnings of a six pack beneath the soft skin of his belly. There was still some warm cum sticking to it. I went down on my knees and deeply inhaled the horny boy smell emanating from his crotch, that potent mix of sweat, cum and teenage hormones. Jamie's foreskin was still partly pulled back, and a fresh drop of precum was already leaking out. With the tip of my tongue, I licked it off. I swirled my tongue around the head, working it under the foreskin, before wrapping my lips around the head. Jamie started to moan when I took his entire dick in my mouth, burying my nose in his ginger pubes. He moaned even more when I scooped up some of the leftovers from his last orgasm and rubbed them around his hole. He was tight, but with his own natural lube it didn't take much pressure to push the tip of my finger inside him. As I continued to push, more precum oozed out of Jamie's dick. Suddenly Jamie leaned forward, putting his hands on my shoulders. His knees buckled, his dick spasmed and more of his sweet cum filled my mouth. I swallowed it all, gently rubbing his prostate to milk every last drop out of him. Only when I felt his dick softening did I release it and slowly pulled my finger out of his butt. Jamie had a glazed look in his eyes, like he had just awoken from a wonderful dream. I knew exactly how he felt. He wrapped his arms around me and we hugged in silence for a while. "You are such a sweet boy!" I whispered into his ear. "And I'm not just talking about your taste. But now you should really get cleaned up. I'll see you back in our seats in a few." I turned to leave, but Jamie held on to me. "Oh no, you won't!" he said and turned around, showing me his small but firm butt. "Not before I've felt you inside me!" "Are you sure about that?" I asked. I couldn't resist grabbing both cheeks and gently kneading them. "Yes I am!" he replied. "It's been a day of first times for me, and I want you to be the first to fuck me too. Please?" How could I resist that puppy dog look? Jamie turned around again and undid my jeans, pulling them down along with my underwear. My rock hard dick jumped out and almost hit him on the nose. He took it in his hand, pulled the foreskin back and wrapped his lips around the head. It may have been his first time, but it was enough to almost make me cum right away. I let him continue for a bit before pulling out. He grinned and stood up, bending over with his arms on the counter. We locked eyes in the small mirror above the sink and he gave me a nod. Not having planned for anything like this to happen, I didn't have any lube on me, but there was a liquid soap dispenser. I squirted some of it on my hand and used it on my dick and on Jamie's hole. One finger went in easily again, and I soon added a second one to open him up a bit. I wish I could have spent some time to give him a good rim job, but we couldn't spend all night in the bathroom together. When I thought that he was ready, I grabbed my boner and rubbed it up and down his crack a few times. Then I positioned the head on his tight pink hole and started to apply pressure. Jamie pushed back against me, opening himself up and making it easier to enter him. The head went in and I stopped moving to let him get used to it, but apparently Jamie didn't want to take it slow anymore. He reached back and grabbed my hips, pulling me in and impaling himself on my boner. I took the hint and shoved it the rest of the way in. In the mirror I saw that Jamie was still smiling, though of course there was a little bit of discomfort on his face too. Reaching around him, I put my hands on his chest, playing with his nipples, while I was slowly fucking him. He grabbed his own dick, which was still hard, and started to wank furiously again. Watching Jamie in the mirror, even such a small one, while I was fucking him was really turning me on. I picked up the pace and it didn't take long before I felt my orgasm coming on. With a grunt and a final thrust I exploded inside him, filling his butt with my hot cum. A few seconds later, another small load of boy cum landed in the stainless steel sink. I breathed in deeply to catch my breath before pulling my softening dick out. "Welcome to the Mile High Club." I said as I was cleaning myself up a bit. "That was quite an induction ceremony!" While Jamie was still getting dressed, I opened the bathroom door a bit and peered out. I half expected to find a line of people waiting, but luckily there was nobody there. So I quickly went back to my seat where Jamie joined me a few minutes later. We didn't talk, we just cuddled together and drifted off to a light sleep. Much too soon for my liking, the night was over and we were served a light breakfast before the plane started its descent. We shared our contact and social media information, and a short time later we landed in Frankfurt. I accompanied Jamie through passport control, to the baggage claim and finally through customs. Then I took him to the meeting point in the terminal where a shuttle service was waiting to take him to Rammstein. After a last quick hug he was gone and I went down to the train station. On the train ride home, I relived the last few hours in my mind, hoping that I would get the opportunity to see Jamie again.