Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2010 07:44:59 -0800 (PST) From: Al Schwartzer Subject: Business trip 3 OK, your seat belt is fastened, and your tray is up, right? Here we go with the third installment. As the announcement came to prepare for take off, David stood up and pulled out the blanket from his overhead compartment. Wow! Those pants really hugged his ass as he stretched up. I really would have loved to pull them off and fuck him right there and then, but that wasn't going to happen. Not on the plane, anyway. Just as he sat down, you could feel the plane making a slow left turn. After standing there for about 10 seconds, the engines revved up, the plane started to shake, and the long run started. 45 seconds later, we could feel the plane leave the ground. We were airborne. As we made the looping right turn, I looked out the window and could see Manhattan just beyond the right wing. What a fantastic view, I thought to myself. After a few minutes I tried to take a nap resting my head against the window. I could not get comfortable, plus I was thinking how smart David had been in pulling down the blanket. It was cold in here. Without realizing it, I obviously fell deep asleep. When I woke up, I looked at my screen in front of me, we were flying over Ohio. As I started to get my wits about me, I looked to my left, and I saw David was now sitting on the aisle seat on my side of the aisle, not the other side as when we had taken off. However, he was softly snoring, and completely out. I reached into the seat pocket and took out my ipod and decided to immerse myself into some CCR when the stewardess showed up with the drink cart. i wasn't particularly thirsty, but grabbed a soda. Best part about her visit, however, was that David woke up upon hearing her and I talk. He ordered a coffee, I guess to help him wake up. As the stewardess left, he looked at me and said: - " Hey. Hope you don't mind my coming to this side, but I felt cold, so I figured I would get closer to someone, and there is no one within 6 or 8 rows" . I wasn't sure whether I believed him or not, but I certainly wasn't objecting to him sitting closer to me. - " Dave, that's fine. I felt chilly myself" We started the small talk. I found out Dave worked for a logistics company, and was headed to LA for a seminar on some new products his company would be introducing in the spring. I explained I worked in health care, and would be in LA for the week for our annual conference. As luck would have it, we were staying at the same hotel ! - " You are kidding" I said. Now this trip REALLY had some awesome possibilities. - " Well, you know we will have to share a couple of bar nights" I said. - " Bud, I don't know if I can do that" he said with a stern look. - " Oh, I am sorry. You don't drink?" I asked - " Well, its not that. I mean, you told me you were better than Harris, you haven't even proven that yet" he said with a big grin. Wow, talk about a jackpot. Not only was this guy really attractive, but he was into the gay scene. - ' Well, Dave" I said firmly " I will prove it to you, but at some point I am going to have to check out that beautiful ass of yours" I said, and then gave him a smile. Dave suggested I should move to the middle seat, and we could warm up a little bit. Of course, warming up had nothing to do with being cold. As he told me to move closer, he pulled up the table, lifted the blanket away from his lap, and showed me his dick was already hard and out of his pants. That was good enough for me. I moved next to him, and put my hand under the blanket. He jumped at the first touch, then settled back into his seat, his head slightly tilted to the left, to keep an eye on the stewardess or anyone else coming up the aisle. I gently stroked his rock hard dick. Once in a while, I would spit on my hand, and go back to stroking him. Every time he felt that wet sensation, he would stir in his seat. After the third time, he reached for the "courtesy bag" in the back of the seat in front of him. Something was about to throw up, and it wasn't exactly what the bag was intended for. When I saw this, I again wet my hand, and my strokes started getting faster and faster. I looked at him, he was sweating, his face was red, and you could see him fighting not to make a sound. Suddenly, he leaned back, and stretched his legs forward as much as he could. I could feel my hand getting drenched in his cum. I continued stroking him for a few seconds, until he put his hand over mine, while he started to sit back up. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a packet of tissues. As the words came back to him, he looked at me, and said with a big smile: - " Whew, 2 loads in 1 morning. I think I am getting more action at 60 than I did at 30" - " Dave, there will be a lot more before the week is over" I promised him. See you guys in L.A.