Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2010 10:44:33 -0800 (PST) From: Sargon Bighorn Subject: Flying with Brent This is a work of fiction and is not based in reality. Flying with Brent My name is Chuck Swelling, Brent is my son. He's your typical athletic 16 year old. He goes to an all boys private school and loves it. It was summer break Brent and I were taking a long vacation together. We'd planned this trip for months. We were going to have a blast. We were flying out today. We went through security with out much delay. While waiting for our flight we went into a little restaurant and ordered coffee and Danish. The tables in airport restaurants are small. Brent and I sat next to each other in a corner of the restaurant. The table cloth was long enough to covering our legs. The public address system called our flight number and destination. Brent and I finished up quickly and headed to the gate. Boarding the plane was the typical chaotic mess it usually is. People not knowing what they are doing not caring what they are doing, living in their own little bubble. But eventually the plane passengers were boarded, the over head compartments closed and everyone buckled in. I was sitting next to the window, Brent was sitting next to me, and some young guy was sitting next to Brent with his nose in the newspaper. Because the flight was a long one, Brent had pulled down two blankets and two pillows for us. Thinking ahead like that pays off on flights. As the plane taxied down the runway the attendants went through the safety procedures and as usual maybe 3 passengers paid attention. The guy sitting next to Brent was engrossed in the paper and never once looked up. He had ear-thimbles in and was listening to music loud enough for me to hear. I was looking out the window and I felt that Brent was looking at my crotch. The flight attendants took their seats and the plane lifted off terra firma without any problems. We were airborne. Once in the air and having reached our prescribe altitude the attendants came around with the stuff to eat and drink. We took some juice and sandwiches. Sitting, eating, reading, getting bored. That's what a long flight entails. Or so I thought. It's not the case when flying with my son Brent. Once the attendants had come through the cabin and collected the empty cups and trash an announcement was made, "We will be dimming the cabin lights, it would be appreciated if you would close the window shades and use your overhead light to read so those fellow passengers that wish to sleep may do so." I closed the shade and pushed my seat back so that I would be more comfortable. The guy next to Brent reached up and turned on his overhead light and then went back to reading the paper. "Brent, I'm going to take a nap" I said. "Okay Dad." He replied. I threw the blanket over myself adjusted the pillow against the side of the plane and closed my eyes. I had pushed the arm rest between Brent and me back between our seats before unfolding my blanket. I threw it over myself and part of Brent's leg also. Brent then took his blanket and threw it over himself; he was covered from neck to his knees. With both of us being concealed under blankets and the lights dim I slowly nodded off to sleep. Gently and with out making a noise I felt a hand slowly undo my belt and the button of my pants. Then my zipper was moved down and I felt a warm hand fish around inside my pants. With out my moving at all, just sitting perfectly still Brent had my flaccid cock in his hand. I stirred at this but did not move. I was now wide awake and Brent knew it, but that did not stop him. With out moving much of his hand at all he slowly brought my cock to a full erection. He squeezed my cock and with delicate touches moved his hand up and down my quickly swelling shaft. Because the plane was now quiet and we heard only one person snoring, I was compelled not to make any noise. Despite the intense pleasure. There was not much I could do so I leaned my head back into the head rest and closed my eyes. Because I did not want to draw attention to what I was feeling I had to keep my mouth shut. No noise. Brent's movements were slow and steady. I spread my legs as best I could to ease the ever increasing pleasure in my cock. My cock was rock hard and throbbing and Brent's hand was moving up and down, not fast, not slow. The pre cum that flowed from my cock only served to cause me greater pleasure as Brent used it as lube, the sensations being heightened as his hand continued to stroke me under the blanket. As one of the flight attendants walked down the aisle Brent stopped his stroking and I slowly took a deep breath. My heart was pounding now and I was hot under the blanket, but I dared not alter the situation for obvious reasons. Once the attendant passed Brent resumed his slow steady stroking. I looked over at Brent and he had a big grin on his face, he gave my cock a firm squeeze and slid his hand up to my glans and swirled his fingers around it. I gasped and it took all my self control not to moan out load in pleasure. I threw my head back into the head rest, my eyes seeming to roll back into my head. It felt so good. Brent's hand continued its slow steady rhythm on my cock. The feelings were intense. I could neither move nor moan. I could only sit very still and let his hand work its magic on my hard pulsing cock. Long slow stroke after long slow stroke caused my breathing to quicken I knew my orgasm was near. Brent's hand never ceased its steady stroking. His up stroke would bring a flow of pre cum his down stroke would spread that pre cum along my hard shaft. His up stroke would have his fingers stimulating my glans, and his down stroke would have his fingers gently teasing my frenulum. The sensations were over powering. My hands under the blanket were gripping my legs. I was pushing myself back into the seat in an effort to stop the wave after wave of ecstasy that washed over me as my son's hand continued its non-stop stroking of my cock. I could take no more of my son's stoking my cock, and with out making a sound my entire body tensed up, my legs stiffened and I shot my load. My hot sperm gushed from my cock and quickly ran down the back of Brent's hand. He continued to stoke me as my cock pulsed, each pulse shooting out more of my sperm. Finally Brent could tell I was spent. And I was. I'd never had an orgasm like that. He gently removed his cum covered hand from my now shrinking cock and wiped his hands with a napkin he'd saved from our lunch. I hoped my pants would not show too much cum, I tried to wipe up as best I could. I was able to clean up pretty well. I did not think anyone would notice. After cleaning up and putting myself back together, I leaned over to Brent and whispered, "Thank son that was fantastic. I love you. We're really going to have a good time together." And then I leaned against the body of the plane and fell into a deep and restful sleep.