Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2016 05:58:35 +0000 From: M v21 Subject: Confession 2: First-class travel -------- Thanks for all the great feedback from my first post. For those of you who didn't realise, these aren't fiction, they are true life confessions. And as long as you keep telling me you like them, I'll keep unlocking the secrets. Remember to donate to Nifty (if you are able) if you want to keep this site alive. -------- Confession 2: First-class travel -------- A few years ago I was heading off on a holiday with some friends to Indonesia. Due to work commitments I couldn't fly with my mates, so took a flight a few days after they arrived. I was flying with very good quality international airline and it was a mid morning Saturday flight with a 16 hour stopover in Bangkok - for which I was booked into an airport hotel for a rest. I was looking forward to chilling on the flight and having a proper sleep in Bangkok before meeting my friends for some sun and sea. But as per my awful luck, the flight was full, there were noisy kids and I didn't get the exit row my extra long legs had hoped I'd get. I settled into my isle seat with the rest of the sardines in the back, and while the crew were prepping for takeoff I noticed a steward who was around my age, maybe a bit older - he had a very short haircut and his uniform fit his tall slender body like it had been tailored to be glove-tight. He smiled at me as he buzzed about the cabin - he was a strapping man, the opposite of the stereotypical effeminate stewards from decades past - and just as we were about to take off he came over to my seat, kneeled down beside me and asked if I wanted anything. Puzzled I took off my headphones and said no. "You must have bumped the `call' button on your remote control" he flashed a pearly white smile and reached across my leg for the controller. I definitely had NOT bumped any buttons, but I smiled at him nonetheless. He introduced himself as Scott, and said "well let me know if there is anything I can do for you". "At this point," I replied with a chuckle, "all I could do with is some extra leg room, i'm 6'5"... but I think i'm out of luck." He grinned at me and headed off saying "I'll see what I can do..." The plane taxied and I got as comfy as I possibly could with the sensation of my kneecaps fusing onto the seat in front of me. We took off and just as I was getting lost in my favourite playlist, Scott came tapping me on the shoulder. "Don't' get excited" he whispered "it's not an upgrade, but there is an exit row closer to the front that might be a but more comfortable for you" Ecstatic, packed up my things and followed him to the middle of the craft, where there was an isle seat free next to some guy in the exit row. It was directly next to the kitchen but I didn't mind a bit of light and noise if I could stretch my legs. Over the next few hours I was glad that the cabin lights were dimmed and the guy sitting next to me had headphones and eye patches on, because the flirting between Scott and I escalated quickly. He started out by bringing me noise canceling headphones, then some of the snacks that they offered in first class. I got a meal from the first class menu, and my glass was never empty - champagne and as many vodka sodas as I could drink. Each time he visited, he'd put his hand on my shoulder and gently squeeze my neck, or crouch down next to me and squeeze my thigh. And let me tell you, my dick was on stand-by. I was sporting half and erection for most of the flight. The time came when I had to use the restroom, so I headed to the back of the plane. Scott was serving someone a drink, so in the darkness I took an opportunity to get as close as possible. I squeezed past him in the isle, and feigned being off-balance so that I could drag one hand across the side of his torso and the other firmly on his ass. And sweet mercy that body... Through his white collared shirt I could feel every bump and ripple of muscle on his obliques, and that back was pure muscle. He flashed that gorgeous smile at me as I slid onto the restroom. The cabin was quiet so, heart racing, I left the door unlocked. All that champagne took it's time coming out of me, and I took my time washing my hands and fixing my hair. But the door never opened. I finally stepped out of that tiny box, amused with myself as to what I thought could possibly have occurred in such a tiny space - should he have followed me in. But as I turned to head back up the isle, I felt a grip on my shoulder pulling me backward. Scott was waiting in the crew area at the back of the plane and pulled me around the corner into an empty space - we were glowing in white fluorescent light but otherwise alone and he took full advantage. He pushed me into the corner and with a hand around my neck pulled me in for a deep furious kiss. His free hand grabbed mine, and placed it directly onto his crotch so I could feel his growing bulge - he then grabbed at mine, feeling at the tip of my shaft with is fingers through the fabric of my chinos. We kissed passionately for what seemed like only seconds, but was enough time for both our cocks to reach full length and for me to get a real thirst for what was under his trousers. But just as things started to heat up, he stopped. Whispered in my ear "sorry, I couldn't resist, but we have to take a breath... because this can't go anywhere, now". He opened a compartment and handed me a blanket, then grabbed a tray before walking off down the isle. I followed him back to my seat, his tray covering his straining erection, the blanket covering mine. The next few hours were painful - i'd catch his eye when he was in the crew area, he'd tap my hand as he walked past. My dick would rise, and fall. My imagination ran wild, but I had no idea what might happen, and it was too noisy and inconvenient to talk. The flight was almost over before Scott came back and crouched down beside my seat. He had scribbled his number on a piece of paper and told me he would be heading out for drinks that night in Bangkok. The guy sitting next to me was now awake and sans-eyepatches, so it was far too awkward to keep chatting, shortly after that the plane had landed and we were disembarking. I wasn't sure i'd see him again as we exchanged a smile and nod as I stepped though the big metal doorway and onto the gangway. Arriving at a hotel a short time later - I had a long hot shower and jumped onto the beautiful king sized bed. I was pretty tired after my flight so dozed for 45 minutes or so before connecting to the wifi and punching in his digits... inside the messaging app, the number turned blue! I sent off my first message: "There was a tall passenger on your flight who never got a chance to properly thank you for your keen service and attention today... Perhaps we could rendezvous" `Delivered' But no reply. I ordered and ate room service, and had another nap. I woke to the sound of my txt tone. It was almost 10pm local time. "Sorry, was out to dinner with the crew, and hit up a cool wine bar. Are you out, want to join me for a nightcap, or hit up a club somewhere?" As much as I wanted to see him again, I had an 8am flight. I explained that I was set-in for the evening and not going to make it into the city. Disappointed, he said he understood, and that he'd likely call it a night soon anyway, depending on what his friends were doing. I watched TV for a bit, disappointed that I didn't seize the moment and go out... "what the fuck" I said out loud. Thew on some clothes and headed into the bathroom to fix my hair and get ready to go out. I downed a Scotch from the minibar and sprayed some cologne, picked up my phone and txt: "so which bar are you at, I might have found a second wind". Deflated, I sat back on the bed as the words "i've called it a night, sorry, almost back at my hotel" - flashed across my lock screen. By now I had a little buzz on, and my dick was keen on action. I was not about to climb back into bed. So I opened up Grindr, and started scrolling through the tiled images of local dudes. There were quite a large number of guys online nearby, and as I scrolled down I was increasingly aroused by the many hot guys that were on display. I swiped my finger - back to the top of the list, and suddenly among the tiles of strangers - a face I recognised. Hurriedly I tapped out a message. "Guess I forgot to ask which hotel you were staying at ;-)". He replied with a series of emojis and then, "whats your room number?" A few minutes later there was a tap at my door. I'd barely had a chance to put MTV on for some background noise and pour another Scotch. But there he was, in jeans and a t-shirt. That smile radiating in the dim light of the hotel hallway. I smiled back at him so big I laughed "i didn't think i'd see you again" I said as I dragged him into the room. "fate had other ideas" he replied as he kicked off his shoes. He was clearly drunk, and it was adorable. The next thing I knew, he had pealed off his shirt and pulled me in close to him. He whispered in my ear "it's hot outside, and I need a shower, will you join me?" and he stepped into the bathroom. The ring of lights around the mirror were still on from earlier and provided the perfect hue to illuminate his ripped torso. Scott clearly spent a lot of time working out. He had almost no body fat and every muscle stood firm and tight. He lent up against the basin - lit from behind by the mirror lights - a literal glowing vision in the darkness. I slid up in front of him, ran my hands around his body and we kissed even more passionately than earlier, when we were thousands of feet in the air. He lifted my shirt and we continued kissing until the fabric bunched against my face and our bare torsos met. Eyes closed, I thew the shirt into the bath and wrapped my bare arms around him and held his muscular body against mine until his pulsing groin drew my attention. Like a reflex, I fell to my knees and buried my face in the front of his jeans - he undid his belt, I unzipped his fly - two seconds later the denim was on the floor and I was lashing his upper thigh with my tongue. He was wearing a jockstrap, and his throbbing cock was straining at the waistband with immense heat and power. I couldn't wait any longer to unleash it. I let my wandering hands feel their way over his perky buttocks and slip under the elastic of his jock, running my fingers forward I pulled at the pouch from the inside until his cock was given space to spring out into my waiting mouth. The taught elastic sat across his thighs as I devoured his cock, slurping at the shaft and working the uncut head before impaling my face - forcing him deep into my throat. He was a similar size to my 7" - a perfect length and width to blow. After placing his hand on the back of my neck and gently throat fucking me for a bit I felt him reach down and put a hand under my arm to lift me back to my feet. "Lets get soapy" he said as he pushed my jeans to the floor. My painfully erect cock was poking out of my briefs and I couldn't wait to ditch them and follow him into the shower. The hot water flooded over us and he emptied a generous dollop of shower gel onto his hands. Massaging it into a thick foamy lather on my firm, wide chest - he let the suds fall down toward my throbbing cock and then followed them down letting a tightened fist pump at my shaft, coating it in slick, soapy bubbles. We slid circles around the shower, covering each other in suds, feeling his pert nipples slide across mine as our wet bodies writhed in the steam and our cocks snaked against each other. The next thing I knew he was facing the wall with his hands above his head, soap cascaded down his back and over his round buttocks. My cock was sitting hard against his ass, and as I grabbed my shaft to better align it - he pushed back. Just a little. Enough that I could feel the bud of his hole at my tip. He exhaled deeply and I could feel his soft ring open slightly. The hot water and soap washed over us and given the chance I could have entered him right there, but instead I leaned in - whispered in his ear "I want to taste your hole first - lets get out" ... He rocked back on my cock, putting a shock of electric pressure on the tip of my dick and then just as quickly grabbed my hand and led me out of the shower. Saturated he threw me onto the bed, we rolled around kissing deeply and fighting for who was going to be on top. I reached for some lube and condoms in my bag, he grabbed them from me and spun around, sitting backward on my chest. His tight little ass right in front of my face as he began working my shaft with his tongue. I distinctly remember a Timbaland music video coming on MTV as I shuffled my body down the bed so I could get a taste of his hole, he really got into it, working his hips back and forth as my tongue probed his fresh smooth ass. Before the song had reached the `middle eight' and while I was still very much distracted by his silky pink hole, he had unrolled a rubber and lubed up my dick. Letting out a gentle groan, Scott spun around and eased himself down on my cock, bottoming out with a grunt as he arched his back and flexed every muscle on his ripped trunk. I saw the kind of sinewy muscle-tone reserved for the abs of athletes, they flexed and tensed with the heaving motion of his firm round pecs as he bore down on my dick, riding me a mid-paced tempo that matched the song on TV. After being so horny all day, I was worried I'd blow too soon. So I lifted him so my tip was still in him - but I could then focus on his cock - which was bobbing in front of my face. I took his dick in my hand and sucked the precum off its shiny head, every time he thrust himself off my cock, he thrust his dick into my mouth. This blow/fucking felt like heaven and lasted quite a while, but he eventually wanted me back deeper - moving onto all four on the edge of the bed and spreading his legs wide for me. Arching his back - chest down low on the bed, I positioned myself at his hole and slid in balls-deep. At this point I noticed the water running out of my hair and down my face trickling off my nose and chin and leaving droplets down his back. We hadn't dried off, and were still dripping wet from the shower. There was even still soap in his hair. I ran my hand through what was left of the suds and smeared them across his back - around to his nipple before grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling his body back onto mine. I was slam-fucking him, and as I looked up I caught his gaze, he was staring at our reflection in the dressing table mirror while tiny beads of water ran down his face. Smiling at him, I put my hands on my head and rocked back and forth - arching and crunching my abs as the blue light of the TV reflected on my dewy skin. He hung his head, moaning and grunting in pleasure - jerking himself off as I continued my heated assault on his body. As we moved into our third position on the bed, he noted with a raspy voice "i'm not going to last much longer" ... so with one leg up he rolled onto his side, and I slid my thighs into the void below his ass like a puzzle piece. He twisted his shoulders back so we could kiss and I forced my slick cock into him once more. I hammered my aching dick into him while jerking his meaty shaft with my free hand and we kissed - those kind of breathy, strained, longing kisses that you desperately want to kiss, but are experiencing too much external stimulation to concentrate on. I could tell he was getting very close. His eyes pinched tight and his groans got deeper and more drawn out. I let him take over jerking his cock which was leaking precum like a faucet, and focused all my energy on kissing him deeply and keeping up the steady motion that was clearly sending him into such euphoria. A minute later it happened. That tell-tale clamping as his sphincter lost control and he threw his head back in pleasure. Beast-like groaning filled the room shortly before a short blast of hot cum launched from his cock and landed just below his ear, sliding down his neck. He thrust his hips forward with each plunge of my cock against his prostate, jets of creamy seed spraying his chest. My pace sped up to fulfil his climax but as soon as I saw his load start oozing over his bulging abdominals, it pushed me over the edge. I slowed right down, and deep inside him I felt the head of my cock swell. Clamping the base of my cock with one hand, I slid my dick out of his spent hole, ripped off the condom and began pumping my iron-like rod until it erupted a thick torrent of juicy cum. Gasping for breath I collapsed over him, shuddering together as we milked the remaining lashings of jizz from our drained shafts. There was A LOT of cum - it coated him from his chin to naval, and before I had time to comment, he had pulled me down on top of him and I was covered in it too. As we lay there, I remember thinking that my face was still wet from the shower. In fact it was small beads of sweat that covered my forehead and back. We had otherwise fucked ourselves dry. The bed covers weren't even very damp. I helped Scott to his feet, and he helped me wash off all the cum in the shower. We drifted off to sleep in each others arms shortly after, but I remembered to set the alarm extra early. And lucky I did, the sensation of his thickening cock against my back shot me wide awake the next morning. I let him return the favour and boy, did he go hard. He filled up every spare minute I had before having to run out the hotel door for the airport - just like he filled and stretched my hole with his rigid cock and taut body. I could still feel the sensation of him inside me as I sat by the pool, sipping cocktails with my friends recounting my transit adventure, 6 hours later. What a first-class way to start a holiday, right? -------- Keen to tell me what you thought of this confession? Keen to show me how much it turned you on? Keen to know what song was playing in the background while I fucked Scott? Send me a Snapchat: slyde-on P.S. I've got more to confess, if you're interested.