Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2006 13:39:06 +1000
From: masuk39@gmail.com
Subject: In-Flight Entertainment

A true short story.  If you have had any delightful encounters with Asians,
I'd be pleased to exchange tales with you.



I was on a business trip and holiday to Indonesia, flying Garuda from
Amsterdam to Jakarta, via Abu Dhabi and a stop-over in Singapore for a few
nights.  I particularly like Asian guys, and as I speak Indonesian, meeting
the lads in Indonesia is not a problem.

The flight was full, and there was so much cabin baggage, that the Garuda
staff came down the passengers waiting to board, and asked that we limit
what we took on board, loading the excess onto a large trolley.  I caught
the eye of one good looking guy, aged about 26, and he gave me a charming
smile and I thought I detected a wink.

Unfortunately there was no vacant seat in the lounge where I could meet
this guy, so we just traded smiles, and waited to board.  The flight was
packed, shoulder to shoulder and nothing to do but doze.

The flight was uneventful, and some hours later we landed for our first
port of call, at Abu Dhabi.  I was amazed at the number of people standing
up and reaching for their cabin baggage, and in next to no time, the plane
was almost empty.  Then I expected another horde to board the plane, but
not one person.  There we were, in a Boeing 747, and about forty
passengers, en route to Singapore.

We were soon airborne, and once the seat belt sign had gone off, I eased
myself out of the seat and headed for the toilets.  As I walked down the
aisle, I spotted the guy with the hot smile, and he looked up and gestured
for me to sit down next to him.  After all, there were no people anywhere
nearby, and whole rows of empty seats.

Once I'd finished at the toilets, I bee-lined it back to the handsome guy
with a smile, and sat next to him and started chatting.  He was going
through to Jakarta, and seemed a little disappointed that I was getting off
in Singapore.

We kept chatting, and then his hand rested on my thigh, and so I did the
same to him.  We both realised that we had no objection at all to some
in-flight entertainment, so I buzzed the attendant and asked if we could
have blankets, as it was cool and we'd like some sleep.

Of course, this was furthest from our minds, and as soon as the blankets
were spread, we were soon both groping each other.  We were both hard, and
after some days alone in Holland, I was feeling somewhat horny.

He expertly unzipped my trousers, and had my best friend resting in his
hand, and proceeded to gently massage me.

Of course, I did the same to him, and we just took things nice and easy,
and dozed a bit and squeezed a bit, as we sped through the sky.  Sometimes
we speeded up our hand movements, and soon it became to much for my
companion.


I could feel him hardening even further, and he suddenly leaped out of his
seat, and headed to the nearest toilet block.  He returned a few minutes
later, firmly zipped up and gave me a lop- sided smile, as he collapsed
back into his seat, and immediately went to sleep.

It didn't take much imagination to guess what he'd been doing in the
toilets, and as I was feeling somewhat stressed myself, also moved off in
the same direction, and lowered the safety valve a little.

When we landed in Singapore soon afterwards, he seemed sad to be parting
company, and so was I, as Singapore at the time was not very sociable when
it came to finding a gay contact.

As I thought, it was no fun in Singapore, and it was good to be in Jakarta
a few days later, with guys coming to my table, asking if I was available.
I was!