Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2018 12:56:27 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Wilson Goes to Camp Chapter 6 This is a fictional story of one man's entry into orbit about his penis. It'll probably end up at about 20 chapters, even though I've only written 7 so far. I cum multiple times while writing each chapter, so the pages are probably a little sticky. I invite feedback at brad_rent@yahoo.com. Please make a contribution to Nifty.org to make sure these and other stories keep being published. "Wilson Goes to Camp," Chapter 6- The Flight Over Chapter 6- The Flight Over Finally school ended, the weather was hot, and it was time for Marty, Brian and me to fly to England for the summer. My mom and sister were going to join us in about a month after soccer season ended and they could finally get away. In the meantime, I was looking forward to bate camp with my stepdad and stepbrother that was to start about a week after we got there. Since our flight to London was going to be a red-eye, I wore the closest thing I could think of to jammies so I could sleep on the plane—sweatpants and a one-size-too-big t-shirt. The plane sat 6 across—three per side, and after a quick game of rock, paper, scissors, I won the coveted window seat. I was looking forward to leaning against the bulkhead, head on the little pillow-like object the airlines handed out and zonking out for most of the flight. About an hour after takeoff, we ate our airline `dinner', had a couple of granola bars we'd brought along and, as the flight attendants cleaned up our plates and dimmed the cabin lights, the whole plane seemed to settle down for a long nap. Some people donned headphones or earbuds, watching a movie in the seatback in front of them or perusing their laptops and tablets. I, however, went for the pillow and blanket and hunkered down to catch some winks. The cabin was cold and the miniature blanket they handed out barely covered my shoulders and upper torso, but before long I was gone. I don't remember dreaming, but it must have been a doozie of an erotic one, as I was startled awake with a poke in my ribs. "Your dick is pointing straight up, dude... people are staring!" said Brian. Sure enough, my dick was at full mast tenting my gray sweat pants straight up and out from my body. It was so hard—and had been so for a while, I guess—since a very visible dark wet spot had formed at the tip. It was so hard and throbbing it hurt; I was mortified. Brian couldn't stop giggling. Marty was fast asleep in the aisle seat and missed it all. I tried the best I could to get my boner to go down, but it was just throbbing and twitching as I tried to tuck it into the waistband of my sweats or push it down alongside my thigh. The only way to contain it, since I'd worn no underwear, was to push the elastic waistband down to about 3 inches from the tip and put my t-shirt over the whole leaking mess. That seemed to contain it for now, but I looked around the darkened cabin to make sure that Brian was the only one that had noticed. No such luck. Directly across the aisle from us, a mid-twenties something guy was staring over at me and smiling at my predicament as well as at Brian's teasing me. I know he was entertained at the whole `hide-the-boner' game he'd just witnessed. Soon, however, I noticed something else, however, and that was that while he did have a blanket over his lower body, his arms were also under the cloth but obviously stroking his own erect cock. Maybe we didn't have to wait `til Bate Camp to find other baters after all! Just about the time I started getting aroused again watching him stroke his meat, I noticed his seatmate in the center seat beyond stirring awake. As she pushed the hair out of her eyes, she pretty quickly understood that her guy was masturbating and staring at Brian and me, also masturbating. Instead of just chastising him or telling him to quit, she sheepishly looked up and down the aisle and, seeing no one coming or otherwise watching, reached under the blanket and took over stroking this guy's cock with a renewed gusto that made my cock twitch even more. She was rather intent on letting us watch her jack him off, as she pulled the blanket back every once in a while and let us watch her stroke and shake his dick for a few seconds. Taking it a step further, she then plunged down and took his long, thick cock all the way to the balls in her little mouth. Three or four full-length sucks on his boner and he seemed to swoon with his eyes rolling back in his head and his mouth going slack. Before he could come, though, each time she pulled off, licked her lips and resumed staring over at us and then covering his dick again with the blanket. Still rock-hard and still being stroked, he recovered enough to turn his head and watch us some more. This was almost too much for Brian and me. In no time, I had freed my cock and was stroking it under my t-shirt in case someone wandered by. Brian had no such concerns about being seen and had taken out both cock and balls, now in full view. He seemed to be trying to match the couple stroke for stroke and I could tell that each time she sucked her partner's cock, Brian was ready to shoot his load onto the seatback in front of him. This went on for about 10 minutes before Brian arched his back, pulled down his jeans and underwear—at least someone in the family was wearing some—all the way to his ankles. He leaned over and said "pull your sweatpants down to the floor and put your blanket over your lap... let's see if they'll go further if we encourage them." After a quick check up and down the aisle to make sure we were unobserved and no one was coming, I complied. The cool air on my cock and balls felt marvelous and I almost came as I pulled my pants down and my dick slapped up against my abs. My balls were already shrunken up to the base of my cock and I knew I was only a stroke or two from plastering the seat in front of me with a very large load of goo. Taking the dare, the guy nudged the girl to move over to the window seat. He scooted over to the center so that he wasn't as exposed as he was when seated in the aisle seat, but we could still clearly see his boner every time she pulled it out for an attack. As he slid over, he pulled his jeans completely off! In a brazen display of exhibitionism, he slid down in the seat so that his cock stood straight up from his body and stroked himself to absolutely fully erect, pinched a dollop of pre-cum from the tip of his distended glans and fed the sweet nectar to the girl. Earlier, when she slid over to the window seat, she had slid off her panties and held them up for our edification. Now, she held them up to the guy's nose. He took a hit of her pussy scent and both smiled over at us. Without saying a word, she pulled up her short skirt, swung a leg up over him and hoisted herself up to where her tits were in his face, face to face on his semi-reclining body. The fact that she still had on a t-shirt didn't stop him from mauling her beautiful tits, clearly visible in the thin, white t-shirt. As he opened his mouth and bit down on one of those beautiful nipples through her shirt, she reached down between her legs and slid his hard, long dick deep into her obviously very wet cunt, until, fully ensconced, they froze and looked our way as if to say `top that, buster.` I was insanely close to cumming. Pre-cum had completely covered my cock-head, making it glisten and shine as I stroked it in the dim light of the cabin. I couldn't hold back any longer and launched about 6 ropes of cum up and onto the back of the seat in front of me. Brian got a charge watching me shoot my goo on the seat, and cringed back so that none would get on his leg. Then the dry heaves started and I only dribbled a few shots down onto the floor, until at last there was no more in me. Brian wasn't ready to cum, I guess, as he kept slowly fucking his fist and watching the couple fuck. I somehow managed to pull my backpack out from under the seat in front of me and, rummaging around for awhile while my cock dribbled, came up with my cum-rag. I wiped my own jizz off the end of my dick and the seatback in front of me while the couple slowly rocked back and forth, still staring at our cocks across the aisle. Brian seemed to time his orgasm with the guy across the aisle. It was pretty obvious when he shot his load up into the girl as he clenched, froze and, with his eyes rolled back in his head, jerked a few times, then fell back, spent. Brian thrust his hips forward and shot a blast of cum that arced up over the seat in front of him—God knows where that glob landed!!—followed by another and another that were somewhat shorter, landing on the seatback like mine had. He produced more cum than I had and it dripped down onto the floor between his feet. "Here, gimme that rag," he said, grabbing my already-full cum-rag. I don't know how he got it all off the seatback since the rag was pretty saturated when he took it from me. "Here, I'm done," he said, holding it by his fingertips and handing it back to me. "I think it's pretty full... sorry." Duh. I got out a sick bag from the seat pocket and opened it. Brian shoved the sopping wet cloth down into the bag and I sealed it up. We both quickly put our pants back on and were amazed to see that the couple was still slumped, half-conscious across the aisle. Just when it looked like they had fallen asleep like that, she stirred, slid off to the side of him, cupping a napkin against her pussy. He must have cum buckets, as she grabbed for another napkin from the seatback pocket. After plastering two napkins against her crotch, she retrieved her panties from his hand and slipped them on, holding the napkins in place and lowering her skirt. She awkwardly climbed over his still-reclining body and headed back toward the bathroom to clean up. Amazingly, he was still half naked with his recently spent cock arced in a graceful curve and staring at us with its single, wet eye. Another drop of pearly white cum oozed out the tip. He grabbed his dick, smiled at us and pulled it a couple of times, squeezing his still-chubby pecker until another drop oozed out. He gathered it from the tip and rubbed his wet prize in between his finger and thumb, then brought it to his mouth for a taste of his own jizz. After he gathered his jeans and slid them back on, his girl came back and climbed over him again, taking her place against the far window. It wasn't long before, after an embarrassed smile or two, they fell asleep, followed closely by both Brian and me. It seemed like moments, but actually it was a few hours later that we were awakened by the cabin crew offering us breakfast before we landed in London. The rest of the flight was uneventful except that Marty knew something was up between the couple across the way and Brian and me, because the four of us had shit-eating grins on for the rest of the flight, the trip to baggage claim and eventually out to the taxi stands.