by daddyT - daddytall (at) proton.me
When I travel, I often have encounters that could be, or that could lead to something. It starts with a cute boy, or even a smile, or sometimes a knowing grin. But things only happen in my fantasy. Still, they can be powerful and lasting memories.
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daddyT
The airplane is nearly fully occupied. It will be on a long-haul flight from Asia to one of the big hub airports in the Middle East in only a couple of minutes. It's early morning now, and the sun is slowly coming up over the airfield. I find my row, and after stowing my backpack into the overhead compartment, I slide into seat G, which is located on the aisle, just the way I like it. Next to me sits a woman, and next to her a boy and then a girl. I can make out a cute face with dirty blonde hair on top, but not much else, because the woman next to me blocks my view.
But I think not much of it. I am on my feet for longer than is good for me, and I am really tired. I put my voice-canceling headphones on, and I am asleep in no time.
I come to my senses again when I feel some movement next to me. The woman in the seat next to mine is on her way towards the toilet; she did not wake me up to get out but instead let her kids stand up for her. How fortunate for me. Not only can I stay in my seat, but I can now look at the boy, while he hops into his seat again. He wears something that looks like a pajama - no shoes or socks, and while he puts on the cheap plastic headphones that were provided by the airline, he looks over to me for the first time.
I have to correct my assessment. This boy is bloody gorgeous. He has a damn cute face. His eyes are sparkling, his lips are delicious and kissable, and his body looks perfectly proportioned. He is clearly a preteen, maybe about ten.
And in that moment, right in full view, directly after sitting down, he puts his left hand unto his groin and lets his fingers grab something that was not visible before but is much wider than his small fingers, maybe the circumference of my thumb.
I am staring while the boy holds what is hidden in his pants, and when I can finally lift my gaze to his face, he smiles shyly at me. It is clear to me that the boy saw where I was looking just before and I smile back at him, but a bit bashfully. I was caught being naughty.
Then the woman is back. The way she interacts with the kids makes it clear that she is their mother. They speak French, and I wonder where they live. France would be obvious, but Belgium or Switzerland are possibilities. They seem European, but not very much like Frenchmen.
As the mom sits down beside me, I lose sight of the fine specimen of boy beside her. But if I look out in the direction of the window on the left side of the plane, I can see his hands. They move around a lot, but every so often his left hands grabs onto his hidden treasure. I can't stop myself from looking.
While the boy seems to enjoy the movies on the entertainment screen, the mom puts on an eye mask and tries to sleep. I sit a bit more forward in my seat, so I can see more of the cutie. He is engrossed in the action on the screen, but then he looks in my direction and again smiles at me. I am melting inside. I smile back at him and watch him for a moment or two or three as he looks back at the screen. His little fingers are grasping the space between his legs again, but I still cannot make out what exactly.
For the next couple of hours, I try to concentrate on watching a movie, but my mind and eyes wander over to the boy ever so often. From time to time, he looks back at me, and then we smile at each other. This is just nice.
When I need to go to the toilet, I make my way there, and on the way back to my seat, I go slowly to have some time to look at my favorite subject. He is standing in the aisle on his side, besides his sister, I presume, waiting for their mom to return. He is discussing something with the girl, and while I sit down, the mom comes back and they talk for a while. Finally, they start to move into their seats, but the boy goes in first. While I close my seatbelt he squeezes his lithe body right next to me. My pulse quickens immediately.
At first, nothing much changed except the fact that I now have an unobstructed view of the little cutie. He plays around with a game on the screen, his fingers moving over the touchscreen. I am pretending to watch a movie again, but mostly I am watching him. And the way his eyes dart over to me from time to time makes me wonder if he knows.
While his hands are busy controlling the game, I mostly watch his bare feet. Perfectly formed, not yet oversized. I think about what they smell like when he puts his right foot on his left knee - now his right knee nearly touches my upper leg.
I slowly move my hand on my leg, and when he moves his leg a bit, I position my hand so that when his leg comes to rest, his knee touches the back of my hand. I feel his warmth through the light fabric of his pants. I get hard in an instant.
I dare not move my body, but my eyes try to take in everything about this boy. His knee bounces, then he let's it lie still for a while, right on my hand. This feels like heaven, and my heart is pumping fast.
After a couple of minutes, the boy switches sides. He now puts his left leg up. On this foot, he wears a red slipper provided by the airline. It is much too big for his foot, and it nearly falls off every time he moves about. He tries to put the darn thing on from time to time, but after a while, he just lets slip it down and loses it. I watch his bare foot, and I can say I am close. Not only to his foot, but to having an orgasm right then and there.
I move my hand down on my leg a bit, so it is as close to his foot as it can possibly get. But there is a gap of maybe an finger's with. I move my eyes up to his face, and while he is watching his screen again, I am sure he has been watching me. He has a sly smile on his perfect lips.
I am caught in the moment. I do not think - I just want to feel. I move my finger, oh, so slowly in the direction of his big toe. My whole hand trembles as I make contact. His skin is warm and dry and very much alive. I just touch him lightly and then return my finger to my leg. Now I am shaking inside. The boy does not react in any way, and I make light contact a couple of times with different fingers touching different toes. This is exhilarating.
The boy puts his foot down again, and I am thinking that I have done too much, but the cutie bends forward and looks around in the foot compartment, like he is looking for something. He finds a blanket and puts it around him like a cloak. It is long enough to cover him up totally, but there is a big opening. In my direction.
He looks at his still-sleeping mom, then he leans back again, this time as close to me as he can get. Only the armrest separates us. His head moves in my direction, and I can see his sensual lips form a grin. His eyes are asking me to look downwards and when I do, I can make out that his left hand is gripping his boner. I nearly pass out.
He moves his hand a bit, and I can see his little thing jump in his pants. I lick my lips, and he lets out a little giggle, then he leans right into my shoulder. My head spins. I want to, but can I risk it? His hand leaves his dickey and grabs the hem of the blanket, creating a little tent. I have to do it. I move my elbow over to his site, touching his body with my upper arm. It feels hot.
I let my hand hang over his tummy and look into his face. It shows no emotion, but his lips are pressed together. Does he really want me to? My hand shakes so badly that I have to put it down. It lands right above his groin. My thumb lies right and my index finger left of the little mound that is now clearly visible. His body is tenses and mine does, too. I caress his lower tummy very lightly for a while, until I can feel him relax a bit. His eyes close, and he lets out a visible sigh.
This is the moment. I lift my hand a bit and move it down, finally letting it land again right on his groin. I can see his eyes fly open as my palm makes contact with his hot, steel-like hardness. His eyes look down at my hand, his mouth forms a big O, and his whole face is showing, that this feels like nothing he has ever experienced before.
I press my palm down on his boner, curling my fingers down, and grab his small sack. His body stiffens, and his little dick jumps. I am waiting for a positive response from him. I don't have to wait long. He looks up at me, his face pleading, but when my hand does not move, he starts to press his groin up.
That is what I needed. I press down a bit against his movement, and at the same time, start to play with his tiny balls. His eyes close again as the feelings hit his body. For a minute, we work as a team. His whole body is clenching and unclenching, his breath is going faster and faster, then he presses against my hand really hard, and his dickey is jumping, and jumping, and jumping.
I am on a hair trigger right now. My heart is racing, and adrenaline is pumping through my body like crazy. I am still feeling his little balls, now a bit more loosely in his sack, and his dick under my palm has gotten a bit less hard but in no way soft. I can still feel it flex when I move my hand. But I still want more.
The boy now looks at me, and his grin tells me that he is mine for now. I smile back at him, and I move my arm to my side. Instantaneously his right hand grabs his dickey as if to check if it still there.
My next move brings us even closer. I move up the armrest between us, and he totally melts into me like I am his teddy bear. I am now hugged by a little Adonis, a boy worthy of creating a marble statue after his image. I put my left arm around him, hugging him back. His head is leaning against my chest, and kiss his hair. I can feel a chuckle coming out of him.
"Voulez vous coucher avec moi?" I whisper to him. It's one of the maybe five sentences in French I know.
He nods into my chest, and I kiss his head again.
I can feel his smile through my t-shirt while he presses into me. And then he moves lower; one of his hands is wandering over my tummy, crosses over my belt, and finds and lays down on my rock-hard cock. Involuntarily, I suck in air. I know that I will come in a couple of seconds if the boy does anything right now. But he does not. He lets his small hand just rest there. Still, it feels fantastic.
I look around. Everyone seems to be asleep around me. Still, I know that this is a most dangerous situation. But still, there is a part of me that welcomes the danger, ravels in it, and finds even more lust in it. I drag the boy's blanket around me, too. and very carefully move his soft but hot hand a bit. Then I open my belt, then the buttons of my jeans, and at last I pull down the front of my underwear, hooking it under my balls.
The moment my cock springs free, I feel his hand take hold of it. He moves my skin slowly up and down, bringing me near the point of no return in mere seconds. I need it now, but I am willing to risk even more.
With my right hand, I push down on his head, lightly at first, moving it only a little bit, but when he keeps jacking me off, I use more force and push my hips up at the same time. I am nearly there. It is only a matter of a couple of strokes, but I need him to do that one thing I want from him.
His head is now lying on my tummy. I cannot see anything, but I can feel his hot breath on the skin of my cock. I press down a bit more, but he cannot bend down further. I feel my balls contract. Any second now, I will erupt. I ram my feet down on the floor and push myself up in my seat. The head of my cock touches his face. I don't know where, but the boy's head moves a bit and I can feel his lips right at the head of my already enlarged cock-head. I press my hips up, still holding his head with my hand, and I feel myself sliding through his lips, into his hot, wet mouth. His tongue must taste my precum, and it moves right into my slit - then it happens.
My orgasm rolls over me. My hips jerk about, shoving my cock deeper into the boy's wonderful mouth, and the first volley of my cum explodes into him like hot lava. My toes curl, and I need all my will power to not let out the growl that is forming in my chest. This is the most amazing thing that has happened to me in a very long time. I am still shooting, and my cock is now moving in and out of his mouth like a jackhammer. However, it ended far too quickly.
While I am bathing in the afterglow, I relax the pressure on the boy's head, but he keeps my slowly softening cock in his mouth, letting his tongue dance around every bit he can reach.
"Merci mon amour." I whisper to him.
Now he releases me, and comes up sitting beside me with a big grin. He opens his cute lips and shows me his tongue with my cum on it. Then he closes his mouth and gulps everything down. I take his face into my hands and move down to him, kissing him on his lips. Then I force my tongue into him, kissing him as deep as I can, tasting him and my cum at the same time.
The mom of the boy stirs. I release him and quickly stuff my cock back into my pants.
The woman pushes her eye mask open and first looks left at her daughter, then left at her boy. She smiles at him while he is still leaning at me and squints her eyes. The boy smiles back at her, and a swell of French seems to explain the situation, because his mom's features get soft only after a couple of seconds. She then even smiles at me and says in near perfect English:
"Thank you for helping my son out, mister. Sebastian can be a handful, but he is a good boy most of the time."
I smile back at her and answer while squeezing his leg: "He is no trouble at all. I enjoy his company, and he has been really good. I can keep him entertained while you are sleeping."
Sebastian look over to me and grins widely.
The mom looks thankful at me and lets the boy hear some serious-sounding instructions, then nods at me and pushes her eye-mask down again.
Little Sebastian melts into my side, hugging me, while I kiss the top of his head. He smells like heaven to me.
We stay like that for a long time. His warm softness fills my universe. This is why I was made.
Finally, Sebastian lifts his head, and we kiss again. This time he is the invader, and his tongue is dancing in my mouth. Something stirs in me. That something that is always hungry. I want to have that boy in any way possible.
I let my right hand wander down his little chest, over his soft tummy, right onto his little dick, that is hard again, as I am in my own pants. But this time I want more contact; I want to feel his skin, so I move my hand up again, find the hem of his bottoms, and wiggle my hand inside. His underpants are a bit big for him, so I can just take the hem and move them over his privates. They look beautiful. His dickey is as thick as my thumb and as long as my index finger. He is uncircumcised, and his little head is hiding in a sheath of skin. But it must be very hard, because it pulses with the beat of Sebastian's heart. There is not a single hair to be seen anywhere.
I marvel for a while at this unblemished wonder of perfect boyhood, but the boy wants me to carry on. He keeps pumping his little hardness until I look at his face again. His eyes are pleading for me to do something, anything. For a short moment, I wish we could be alone and that I could do anything I wanted to him. But the risk level is so high that I am very much rewarded by any minute this can go on.
I touch Sebastian's dick. It feels like a steel rod clad in a hot satin sheath. The boy sighs, and while I am slowly jerking him off his face contorts, his body twitches and his dick flexes in my fingers. I then put my left index finger directly on the boy's lips. He kisses it, and when I push lightly, he accepts it into his mouth, sucking it and playing with it with his tongue. My other hand moves his foreskin down as far as it goes, revealing a shiny, dark red head. I slowly pull my other finger out of his mouth and take his little head between thumb and index finger. Then I move them around as fast as possible.
Little Sebastian goes ballistic. His body convulses, his eyes open as wide as they can, and his mouth opens wide. I seal his mouth with mine and push my tongue deep into him. I can hear only a little whimper when he cums, his dickey jumping around like crazy.
I don't want to stop worshiping the little tyke, but I can feel the spit dry up on his skin, so I go over to jacking him again. I separate my lips from his and give him a little kiss on his tiny nose. He smiles at me, oh so adorable. I put my finger in his mouth again, and while he sucks and licks, I slowly and carefully push my finger further down. I try to put as much spit on my finger as I can, and when I pull it out, I take care not to loose too much of it. I move my hand down again, and when I reach his nether regions I nudge between his legs with the back of my hand. He looks at me with questions in his eyes, but I just nudge again, and little Sebastian opens his legs for me. My hand moves in fast and when my spit covered index finger goes into the boy's crack he bites his lower lip.
I don't need to search for very long. I find his little pucker and put a load of spit right onto it. My finger returns to his mouth, and this time he helps me by getting as much spit on it as he can. I return my finger to his unseen star and rub my finger around in his own spit, slowly and carefully, all around his tiny holy.
I kept jacking the boy the whole time, and while I rub and probe his pucker, I go as fast up and down on his little spike as I can. His senses cannot withstand that assault for very long. He starts to move his hips up and down, allowing me better access to his tiny hole every time he is on the down way, then he pushes up as hard as he possibly can, and while his face distorts in his cute way again, his little thing starts jumping around again. I let him ride the waves, and when he finally relaxes, I only play with his thingy a bit, but I use his relaxed state to slowly but surely push my finger right into his hole.
When my finger is two-thirds in I start looking for his little nub. Everything is so small that I find it fast and when I start massaging it, his whole body jumps. I push and press, and probe with my finger, and I can see in his eyes that he has gotten as hungry as I am. I have an idea how I can get to the ultimate with my boy Sebastian, but I need an excuse to get him there where nobody can see us.
I start jacking him off again. His thingy does not get soft after a cum, only a bit spongy. And when I renew my efforts, his dick is hard as steel in only a couple of seconds. I can see that he is trying to not let the pleasure overwhelm him, but his body has other ideas. His hips are bucking again, and his face shows the signs of an impending orgasm. I jack him off furiously and keep attacking his little prostate. And in no time, he is there again. His body tenses up, he whimpers into my mouth that I have closed up with my lips, and I can feel his hole contracting around my finger while his little dickey is jumping around in my fingers.
I would have liked going on like this as long as I could, but I feel something wet on my fingers around his dick. I test the viscosity and decide it was a bit of piss. - And that gives me an idea. I slowly get my finger out of his hole and let him inspect it for smears that are not there, then I bring his pants up, and in order and start to get out of my seat. Sebastian looks a bit sad at me, but when I stand, I take his hand and help him into the aisle. Then I proceed to the toilets with my boy in tow.
On the way we meet a stewardess, and I tell her that little Sebastian had an accident and I need to help him clean up. The stewardess is very sympathetic and smiles at the little guy. I open the stall door and let the boy go in first. I then go after him and close the door behind me. This is the epitome of every sex dream I ever had. Being alone with a boy blessed by the gods.
I put my hands under Sebastian's arms and place him on the closed toilet seat. His smile is to die for, but I want everything. I take the hem of his long-sleeve, and while he puts his arms up like a little soldier I pull the thing over his head and arms. Next, I push his pants down and help while he is stepping out of them.
The sight is unreal. Sebastian is perfect, unblemished, a young Adonis. I remove my own clothes as fast as I can, and then I take the boy into my arms. He melts into my hug, making it clear that this moment is not only OK but willingly given. I kiss the top of his head, then his nose and his lips. Then I go down his oh-so-soft skin. I kiss his collar bones, his little nipples, and his inny belly button. Then I take his not-half-hard dickey into my mouth. He sighs. He whimpers. I suck, and I lick his exquisite skin, his hot hardness, and his tiny balls.
Faster than I want, he goes up on his toes and takes my head into his hands. The last couple of seconds, he pumps his hardness in and out of my mouth at a rabbits pace, then he pushed as hard as he can into me while my tongue massages his jumping thingy. I play with the boy's penis for a while, and then I let it slide out of my mouth. It is glistening with spit and finally it is getting down, slowly.
I take Sebastian in my arms, holding him for a moment, but I know that we don't have much time. So I turn around and sit myself down. I let him sit on my upper legs. I spit in my hand and put the spit on my hard cock. I look at the boy, and he gulps.
Still, I lean back as far as I can, take the little tyke by his hips, and position him right above my cock. I smile reassuringly at him. Then I put a finger into his mouth. He knows what to do, and when I pull my finger out, it is really wet. I find his hole with my finger and push carefully in. I can finger-fuck him now he has loosened up a bit. I bring my fingers up to his mouth again, but this time I push two fingers in.
When I move those fingers to the boy's rear entry, I am sure that they will never fit. I sigh. But then something unexpected happens: Sebastian takes my hand into both hands of his and pushes himself down. The tips of my finger enter his hole, but then they are stuck. I look at his face; it is full of determination. He wiggles his little behind and pushes and shoves, and finally my fingers go in. The skin of his sphincter feels stretched to the limit, so I carefully wiggle my fingers around until I can feel him relax again. Then I slowly pull them out.
I look the cutie into his eyes. He smiles at me, then positions himself right above my cock. This is a dream come true. I feel the head of my cock touch his sphincter, then Sebastian pushes down. I am already near, so I try to delay the inevitable and grab his soft little dickey. I start to masturbate my little boy god; he is getting hard in no time. While I am trying to distract myself, the boy is pushing himself down. I cannot believe that he will be successful, but my cock is being pressed into a much too small diameter bit by bit.
I see sweat on little Sebastian's forehead; his whole face is a mask of concentration. I smile at him, and he seems to take this as an additional boost of power because he pushes down with even more force now. I am focused on jacking him and observing the emotions on his face when the boy's body goes down on me quite a bit.
My cock breaks through his sphincter, I can feel that I am right on the edge, and Sebastian's face morphs into one of pain. I want to stop this, but right at this moment, my orgasm rolls over me. My hips move up by themselves, and I start shooting right into the little boy's rectum. My orgasm is so strong that I nearly pass out.
When I come to my senses again a bit later, I can see that the boy is still in pain. I let his dickey go, grab the boy's hips and slowly move him up. My rapidly deflating cock makes this easier. When I slip out, I take the boy up, turn him around, and sit him down on my lap. I am cuddling him, stroking him softly, and whispering softly in his ear.
When he finally looks up at me, there are some tears in his eyes, but he tries a little smile. I caress his head and kiss him lightly. Again, he melts into me. This boy would do anything for me I think to myself.
I mind the time and help him into his clothes. I hate to see his wonderful body hidden by clothes. I kiss him deeply and then put my own clothes on. When we leave the toilet stall, the stewardess smiles at us.
After we returned to our seats, we cuddle and kiss and pet each other. We had both satisfied our inner beasts. Now we are just relishing each other's company.
Several hours later, everyone around us awakens, a meal is served, and finally the plane descends to our target airport.
Sebastian's mom is again thanking me for keeping the boy out of her hair, and I tell her again what a good boy he was. The little guy is grinning at me widely when I tell her that.
We prepare to leave the plane. I on the one aisle, and the family on the other. I feel like something has been ripped from my self. I still smile whenever Sebastian is looking at me, but inside I am crying.
While making my way out of the plane, I loose sight of the boy and his family. I have ample time till my connecting flight will be start boarding, so I visit the next toilet I can find. While I am just about to go in, someone calls "Wait!". I turn around and little Sebastian is leaping into my arms. I take him into a bear hug; I don't want to let him go, ever. But I have to eventually, and I set him down on the floor.
The boy looks at me and says in heavy-accented English: "Please don't forget me."
"I will never forget you," I answer.
The boy fumbles with the many wristbands he has on his arms, finally selects one, and puts it in my hand.
"Je t'aime !" He tells me at last before he sprints down the corridor, turning one last time while blowing me a kiss.
P.S. If you liked this story, you may be interested in my other ones:
Hungarian Rhapsody A series (completed)
Luka A series (still ongoing, but on hiatus right now)
Closer A scene for the movie "Close" that would change everything