Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2001 02:24:38 -0700
From: ryan d <lostboy19sea@hotmail.com>
Subject: Flight 332

My name is Ryan and I've never written anything like this before. I haven't
even talked to anyone about the fact that I think about stuff like this,
except for online. But I'm just got back from a trip with a bud and am
majorly horny. I guess everyone usually says stuff about not reading this if
you're under 18 or offended, so don't. Otherwise, here's what I wish had
happened on the flight back-- write to me at lostboy19sea@hotmail.com if you
like it.

Sean and I were on the flight back from California, and we were both
exhausted. Finals had just wrapped up the week before, and all year we had
been saving some money to get away and celebrate the end of our first year
of college. Well, we probably spent more than we should have on alcohol, so
we could only afford to go to California. Still, it was better than nothing
and a good chance to go blow off steam.

Sean had an aunt and uncle in San Diego we could stay with for the weekend,
so that made things cheaper. And going to Tijuana to party was the best we
could come up with on our remaining cash (we go to a private school, and
that sucks up a lot of money, too). When we got there, I was also pretty
glad we were staying with his relatives because his cousin Kirstin was hot.
She was also 16 and his cousin, so I behaved myself. A little eye candy
never hurt anyone, though.

We partied all weekend, and lots of the time was a blur. We swam and hung at
the beach, drank and danced at night, hitting on girls and (like stupid
drunk guys) talking shit and picking fights. Still we were pretty
tame--neither of us got hurt or got laid. The most we had to show for it was
a little less cash, a few dead brain cells, and damn good tans for Seattle
guys.

I guess I should tell you what we look like. I'm 5'10", 155 pounds, with
blond hair and blue eyes. Sean is 5'11", probably 165 or so, with brown hair
and eyes. He has a darker natural complexion than me, so he was really brown
by now and I was just pretty tan. We both are athletic and in good shape; I
met Sean early on last year when we were on the same intramural soccer team.
We became pretty good buds pretty fast, and he's probably my best friend at
school.

Anyway, it's like close to midnight and we are flying back to Seattle. The
plane is pretty empty, with practically everyone having a row to themselves.
Besides Sean and me, I think I saw maybe 3 or 4 other people with someone in
the seat next to them. We were in an exit row, which was a trick I picked up
from my dad for long flights: way more leg room.

Just to be stupid, we both ordered Heinekens. They never card on the plane,
probably because at four bucks a pop, who cares if we're 21. We were tired
anyway and hadn't eaten dinner, so we were both total lightweights and
copped a little buzz off of one beer a piece. No wonder we weren't wilder in
Mexico!

Around this time, I'm just kind of letting my mind wander, thinking how much
fun we had and how cool it is to have a bud like Sean to hang with. I know
that's cheesy, and it's not like I was being all sentimental, but I guess I
was just feeling kind of close. I don't know.

So we are both tired and had snagged a couple of little pillows and blankets
from the stewardess. I quickly doze off with my hand down my cargo shorts
under the blanket. That's one of the things about me: I almost always fall
asleep with my hand on my crotch. Don't know why, I just do. Anyway, all the
plane lights were off and it was easy to fall asleep.

I'm not sure how long I was asleep, but I kind of drifted awake and noticed
a couple of things. One was that both Sean and I had totally sprawled out
when we fell asleep. I was by the window, with my head on a pillow against
the wall, and Sean was kind of leaned in with his head near my shoulder. We
both kind of had our legs spread out, and I could feel his leg against mine.
His skin was warm and the hair on his leg felt good against the hair on
mine. I even liked how the fabric of his basketball shorts felt against the
side of my thigh. His breathing was deep and even, and he looked pretty
peaceful.

The other thing I noticed was that I was totally boned. That's right, my
dick was rock hard in my hand when I woke up. At first I was nervous, but
then I realized it was pretty dark on the plane (only a few people had their
reading lights on, and none of them were near us) and that it felt damn
good. Since Sean and I had been together pretty much 24-7, I hadn't jerked
off in four days. Trust me, that is a very long time for me!

Once I realized no one could see, I started getting more turned on. Here I
was at 35,000 feet in the dark, sitting next to my best friend and holding
my throbbing meat in my hand. It felt good. Really good. Everything was
under the blanket, so as long as I stroked real slow instead of jerking it,
I could probably feel pretty good. And there was something about the feeling
of Sean next to me, our legs against each other, that made it that much more
erotic.

So I stroked. I stroked really slow and gentle, feeling the whole shaft. My
left hand alternated between rubbing my abs under my shirt and resting just
under my nutsack. I was so glad I wore boxers that day! An occasional spot
of turbulence made the ride just that much more exciting. Soon I also
noticed that Sean's right forearm was rubbing against my left, so I kind of
cooled it with that hand. I didn't think I'd get caught if he woke up, but I
didn't want to push my luck.

At first I thought it was jerking on the plane that was the big turn on, but
in hindsight, I think it was the idea of jerking next to Sean. At first, I
was thinking about some of the girls we met on our trip, and even about
Kirstin, but eventually my thoughts went back to Sean. I tried not to think
of him, but then I would feel his leg and his shorts and I couldn't help it.
I thought about what he looked like on the beach or in the locker room,
about his defined chest and arms, and even wondered what he looked like when
he stroked. Sometimes I would move my leg a little just to feel our skin
rub. I knew it was perverted and fucked up, and that he'd kick my ass if he
knew, but I was way beyond caring. I was just too horny. If I hadn't already
started with my hand on my dick, I might have stood a chance. Now it was too
late.

Sean adjusted in his seat and kind of startled me. He ended up kind of
curled up in toward me, our arms and legs still touching. I watched him
sleep while I started stroking again. He looked so innocent. My best buddy.
I really liked being with him and maybe I liked it more than I let myself
think about. I decided to just let my mind go and I started wishing he was
jerking with me. I could feel a little precum leaking out now.

Then I felt something else: Sean's hand on my arm. I was freaking, but it
looked like he was still asleep. His had felt a little rough, and it just
kind of rested there, though it was almost like he was holding onto me a
little. He scooted a little closer in his sleep, and inside I just got a
really good feeling. When I felt safe again, I picked up where I left off,
stroking my shaft real slow and gentle. My stroked were firmer now, though--I
was feeling awesome.

I could feel Sean's breath on my neck a little now. It felt close and right.
He stirred and his hand moved down, inches from my crotch. My heart was
racing a mile a minute, and it just got worse when I saw his eyes start to
open. I should have looked away, but I didn't. When he woke up, our eyes
were locked. "Hey buddy," he said to me sleepily. He started to move his
hand and that's when he figured what I was up to (since my arm disappeared
under my waistband at the wrist).

I didn't know what to do, so I just ended up grinning at him like an idiot,
hoping he wouldn't freak. In what seemed like forever (but was probably just
a second), he grinned back. "Good idea, bro," he whispered, sitting up a
little. "I'm totally horny too."

Under his blanket, I could see Sean's right hand slip to his crotch. More
that that, our arms were still rubbing, and I could feel his forearm tense
up as he gripped himself. And the smile on his face got that much bigger.
"Dude, let me catch up."

So there we are, on a plane in the middle of the night, stroking side by
side under our airline blankets. Sean didn't move away from me at all. In
fact, he put his leg over mine as we both got into it. That move almost made
me cum, but I contained myself. I liked how just this much of his body felt
against mine, and I think I would have liked feeling more of it.

Sean's breathing was getting a little ragged now (I'm sure mine was, too),
and I could see his had move and the occasional poke of the outline of his
cock under the blanket. While we stroked, we just kept looking back and
forth at each other. Sometimes we were laughing real quiet, other times
there was this intense look that passed between us. Whatever was happening,
we were into it.

The rubbing was the best for me. Not my rubbing (though that was damn fine),
but our rubbing. I liked his leg over mine, and I loved that I could feel
every stroke of his right hand. We were total buds now. After he had been
jerking really fast for a little while, Sean looked me in the eye with a
look that went right through me. His eyes were filled with lust, and so was
his voice. I'll always remember what he said:

"Ry, let's shoot together."

That was all I needed to go over the edge, and so did he. We were both
facing each other and completely quiet, but I could just see in Sean's eyes
that he shot, that my best buddy went over the edge with me and was feeling
so, so good. I hoped he could see the same in mine. His eyes rolled back and
his mouth opened slightly. His breath was hot against my face and neck. I
could also feel his arms and legs muscles get totally tense, and slowly I
could feel us both relax. I came hard, as hard as I can ever remember
cumming just from stroking. It was incredibly intense. We both shot into
those little, soft airline blankets, or else I bet we would have made spots
in our shorts that would have never gone away.

I couldn't believe what we had just done, and I got kind of a guilty
feeling, but that went away fast when we both started laughing. We tried to
be quiet, but we laughed so hard and so long that we probably woke up half
the plane. But we didn't care. Somehow, it was all cool and ok. After we had
laughed so hard that my eyes watered and my abs burned, we were both tired
again. The blankets were useless and on the floor now, but we curled up to
sleep again. This time, I rested my head on Sean's shoulder, and his head
was on my head. He slid his leg over mine again, and his right hand rested
on my left forearm again, gripping just a little. I put my right hand on my
crotch, which was still a little damp, and fell fast asleep with my best
bud.