Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2000 04:19:01 -0700 (PDT) From: dante umbero Subject: The Red Eye The Red Eye.. The airport at San Francisco was busy at 10pm when I arrived. The limo had had to park in the middle of the road to let me out. I went through the lines without difficulty and checked my bags and got the boarding pass. I love to travel by air and this promised to be a long flight 4 hours. I like airports because of the action you can catch in the johns. There is nearly always a wall of urinals all occupied so you can, without being obvious, stand next to someone else and enjoy the view. Tonight was no exception. Having preloaded with several drinks, I bellied up to one of the men's room urinals and checked it out. To my left was a teenager who was hung and uncut. He was sliding his foreskin back and forth while he did his thing. From the length it took him to finish he must have been on a long flight. To my right a guy who had a big one was pissing, nice and cut about 6 inches. After he finished, a tall thin guy who unzipped and pulled out an eight-inch rod, cut and half hard, replaced him. I looked toward him and caught him checking my own out. I stroked a little for his pleasure and he looked up at me and said, "How's it going?" I smiled and said, "It could be better, but I'm not complaining." We went back to our business I zipped up and left. The concourse was crowded and, being San Francisco, a real show. I love places like this; Jackson Square in New Orleans, Bal boa Park in San Diego, South Beach in Miami. All these places are premium people watching spots that I particularly like. I parked it near the gate and settled down for the few minutes before boarding. I looked across the concourse and my friend from the restroom was sitting there working on a laptop. The gate attendant paged my flight and I lined up and boarded. The plane was not very crowded so there were plenty of seats vacant. My assigned seat was in a row with a man and his wife who was obviously ill. So, being polite, I told them I would move as soon as everyone was on board. I was gathering everything back up to move across the aisle to an empty row when my friend from the restroom sat down against the window. As the door was being closed a looked at him and said "Do you mind if I sit here?" pointing at the seat next to the aisle. "Help yourself", he said, "looks like there is going to be plenty of room." I settled in to the seat and fastened my seat belt. The stewardess passed out airline blankets and little disposable pillows and I started getting myself arranged. All the while I kept checking out the guy from the john and thinking about what he was packing, as he was settling in. He was about 25 thin, a very crew cut type. With dark hair, well trimmed beard and mustache and well dressed in jeans and polo. While we were getting the safety act from the stewardess, we struck up a conversation and I found out he works in information science, as do I. He was returning to the Midwest after a sales call. I told him I was returning to the Midwest after setting up my company's west coast office. I told him I had never flown the red-eye before. He said he did nearly every month, as his corporation didn't have a sales rep on the west coast, and the fare was less expensive. Looking out the window then turning toward me, he said, "The only thing you have to worry about on the red-eye is being bored to death, everyone goes to sleep. I can never sleep on a plane. I have to be more relaxed than is possible on a plane, you know?" As he said this he squeezed the bulge I had been staring at in his jeans. He said softly "I need to stroke before I can relax enough to sleep." I thought to myself this is going to be a flight he isn't going to forget. I looked at him and replied, "Well maybe I can help you with that." He leaned closer and said, "What've you got in mind?" The plane by this time was rocketing down the runway and we were soon climbing to cruise altitude. The stewardess interrupted us to announce that the drink cart would be passing shortly and then she would turn out the lights. I said, "When they turn out the lights, cover up with your blanket but make sure the side nearest me is over the seat between us." He looked mystified but nodded. The drinks cart came past and we both took bottled water. The other passengers were settling in and the cabin began to get quiet. In a few minutes the stewardess turned off the lights. "What are you going to do?" "Nothing you aren't going to enjoy." I said quietly, "Put your pillow on the back of the seat between us and lean towards me. Act like your going to sleep," I whispered. In the mean time I leaned my seat back and covered my upper body with the blanket and rolled slightly to my right so that I was nearly facing him. I casually raised the armrest between the middle seat and me he did the same. After a few minutes the cabin was quiet and the lights were low, I very slowly moved my right hand under my blanket toward my neighbor. I slid under the edge of his blanket until I brushed the side of his stomach. He jumped slightly but didn't say anything. I slowly started to gently stroke his stomach feeling the ripples of his well- toned abs. My fingers brushed the waistband of his jeans and slid under it just slightly. They wandered farther down past his belt until they encountered his bulge. I started stroking him through his jeans. His bulge got bigger and as my hand was on his stomach still I could tell his breathing was speeding up. He moved and I felt his hand. He slowly unzipped and then was still. My hand now had a life of it's own. I slowly found his open zipper and felt through the thin cotton of his boxers, his now enormous hard on. Exploring further, I soon found the head beneath a large wet spot on his shorts. I fished around and found the fly of his shorts and soon had him out. I slowly began to stroke him with my thumb under it and my fingers wrapped around it. As I stroked towards his stomach the head was under my wrist. He hadn't been cut really tight so had some loose skin. This moved back and forth with my hand action. He was really sensitive around his circumcision scar so I paid special attention to it. He was really dripping now, so I got just a little faster. His thighs were tensing and his stomach was moving up and down faster. I knew he was about to pop, so I slowed again. First speeding up and then slowing down, I managed to keep him on the edge for about and hour. He finally couldn't hold it any longer and I felt his rod jerk and a fraction of a second later felt the first hot stream. I stroked his rod until it stopped jerking and slowly returned my hand to my side. I looked over at him and he was staring at me. He slowly mouthed "THANKS". I was nearly asleep when I was jolted by a faint touch on my thigh. It seems my neighbor had learned the lesson well. He proceeded to help himself to my equipment. I unzipped quietly and he soon had mine out and stroking. I shot fairly quickly after our earlier encounter. We were soon asleep and I had very nice dreams. I was jolted out of sleep by the cabin lights being turned on and noisy from our imminent arrival. The announcement was made that we were on final approach. I began to gather my self together and my neighbor, who hadn't said anything to me, was doing the same. "How'd you sleep?" I asked. He looked out the window and murmured "Great" he said. Then looking at me he asked, "Are you going to have to return to the coast or did you finish that office setup." "I think I might have to go back -- probably monthly for a while." I replied. He smiled and said, "I usually go out around the middle of the month." I handed him my business card and said, "Here's my card with our west coast office number, give me a call and maybe we can have a drink together first, next time."