Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 12:24:50 -0800 (PST)
From: flyboy
Subject: Mile High Solo Flight

I am a 28 year old bi guy and live in the San Francisco bay area.  I am 6
feet, three inches tall, weigh 180 lbs, brown hair and eyes and I keep in
good shape by riding my bike a lot.  I have my pilots license and am lucky
to work for a company that lets me fly around the state for business
whenever the need arises.

I had to fly down to a small town along the California coast for business
one day this last December.  It was beautiful and clear in the morning when
I took off.  The flight takes about an hour and a half and there's not much
to do once you get up to cruise altitude and on course.  I had finished my
cup of coffee and was enjoying the view somewhere over Watsonville at 5,500
feet when I started to get a hard on.  I though "why not?" Not exactly the
mile high club, but what better way to pass the time by myself?  I hadn't
seen my girlfriend for a couple of days and I hadn't jerked off since I'd
last been with her.  I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down around my
ankles.  I still had my feet free so I could operate the rudder pedals if I
had too.  The air was clear and completely calm.

I was wearing loose fitting white Calvin Klein boxer briefs.  My dick was
really hard and tenting them by the time I got my pants down.  My briefs
were loose and soft, and I was able to close my hand around my penis
covered by them.  For several minutes, I enjoyed just stoking my shaft in
my underwear this way.  The one thing I couldn't do except for a moment or
two was use my left hand to touch my balls.  I had to keep my left hand on
the yoke to keep the plane from entering a gradual turn to the left.

I kept slowly stroking my cock through my underwear until a wet spot
appeared where my precum leaked out of my slit and into my shorts.  Once it
started flowing, it kept coming.  Pretty soon, there was a wet spot the
size of a quarter right on the tip of my penis.  The wet fabric rubbed the
tip ever time I stroked down, and I could see the shape of the head of my
cock clearly through the fabric.  I wanted more friction, so I spread apart
the fly on my briefs and poked my hardon out through it.

Keeping my eyes on the instruments prevented me from closing them and
indulging in a visual fantasy, but had the benefit of focusing the rest of
my attention on the incredible feeling of stroking my cock.  Other than
watching direction and altitude, I became almost totally lost in the pure
pleasure of my penis.  Now that it was out of my shorts, I could stare into
its eye and just marvel at the feeling of pleasure that happened as my just
stared at my wet hand slipped over its swollen head.  I could feel my balls
tingling and tightening inside of my underwear.  I wanted to rub them, but
had only one hand.  I stopped stroking for a minute and opened the fly on
my briefs and pulled my balls out of the fly as well.  Then, I was able to
pull the bottom of the fly opening against the base of my balls.  I
squeezed some more clear precum out of my cock and got it wet again.  Then
I grabbed part of my underwear with my fingers and closed my hand around my
shaft.  The effect was great.  Each time I stroked up my shaft, my
underwear pulled against my balls.  Stroking down, my balls would relax and
rub on the fabric.

I was getting close to coming and I could feel the warmth filling up my
hard cock from the base torwards the head.  I kept stroking my shaft but
only let my hand barely rub the bottom of the crown of the head of my
penis.  I felt my orgasm building higher and higher and my cock felt so
warm and tight.  The head of my cock turned purple and the hole in the end
opened in anticipation of cum.  I pointed my cock up so I was looking right
into my cum hole.  I didn't want to get my cum all over the plane.  One
more tight push down to the base of my penis and it went into convulsions,
squirting a stream of white cum out its tip, and up onto my chest.  I kept
pumping it and it squirted more times until my chest and hand were wet with
my semen.  When it finally stopped squirting, I held my cock for a moment
and just enjoyed the heat in my face and the warmth of cum all over my
genitals.

I grabbed some tissues and cleaned up as best I could.  Then I tucked my
dick back inside my underwear and pulled up my pants.  My underwear was
still wet from jacking off inside of it, and from the semen that had run
down my shaft and soaked in around the fly.  It was hard getting my shirt
tucked in again while sitting down, but I got it done and then settled down
to enjoy the rest of the trip.  The whole plane smelled like cum.  Needless
to say, I had a happy landing.