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Fight Service
This is yet another true account of mine with a little bit of fantasy added.! I am always amazed at how often I have missed the signs of another guy being interested in man to man play. Always nice to here from readers and interested parties. Mark. Txboyalone@gmail.com
We took of from Boston an hour late at 8:00 pm for a four hour flight to Austin. The front of the plane was full but back in comfort, if you could use that word for airplane seats, they were only about ½ full. Configured two seats & three seats there was a man in the window seat and my wife and I had the other two. Two rows back there was another three seat combo with a lady in the window seat. My wife said she would take that row so we could both be comfortable. After two weeks in Scotland we were both worn out and hope to sleep.
Once we had snacks the attendants tuned down the lights and I napped for a while. I awoke maybe two hours into the flight. The cabin was dark except for the glow of the WiFi and seat belt lights and an occasional video glowing which gave a nice blue white ethereal light.
I was cold sitting in my seat but was it worth it to get up and get my jacket from the over head. Like a kid in a cold theater I pulled my arms back through my sweater sleeves. I had purchased a cashmere sweater at a mill shop which was so soft. Once I had my arms inside next to my bare skin and could conserve my heat I begin to warm up.
Subconsciously I begin to rub my pecs with my palms to warm up, I also found myself stimulating my nipples. There in the dark cabin, with my eyes closed my actions started erotic images in my minds eyes and I must have moaned out loud. Something caused me to open my eyes and look to my seat mate.
He had been watching me and was squeezing himself. He looked down at my hand rubbing my nipples and nodded. I didn't know what he meant but I nodded back. He very slowly moved over to the middle seat, I don't think anyone else noticed because he was so slow with his movement. He lifted up my right empty sleeve and slowly moved his hand inside my sweater. I moved my arms and hands to my side so he had access to my chest.
He ran his thumb along the deltoid muscle until he came to the pictorial were he circled the muscle with his index finger. Almost feeling for something there. His hand was warm and smooth. With his whole hand he cupped my pic and then with his thumb and finger gently squeezed my right nipple.
I almost moaned in response. Then with just his hand he ever so gently rubbed my chest with just enough pressure to move the light hair on my chest with out actually touching my skin.
My response was to become so aroused that my trapped penis felt as if it would break in half. He moved from my chest to my stomach just lightly rubbing like he had done before. His hands seemed so large and so warm.
When my breathing would slow he would begin again starting at my clavicle tracing the outline with just his finger tips,
Rubbing in circles around my areola until he reached the protruding nipple, now filled with blood he would movie the end back and forth, tweaking it with his finger nail. He was driving me crazy in a most delicious way.
I would seek as much mental control as I could knowing what was coming. When I finally decided he wasn't going to squeeze my swollen nipples he would pinched it hard!
My God if I hadn't been waiting I would have screamed out loud and cum in my pants.
He returned to rubbing my chest. As I tried to get control. I was trapped, with my sweater tucked in and my arms at my side I couldn't respond in any way. I looked to the side to see if I could get a better view of my sexual tormentor.
He was a handsome guy with a clean shaven face but with the hint of a gotee just below his chin. He wasn't Caucasian but maybe Arabian but with lighter skin and dark sparking eyes. He looked to be mid to late 30's and about my size of around 6'.
He wore an expensive track suit which seemed comfortable for a plane ride and there above the waist band of his pants was two inches of partially hooded penis head. It was gorgeous looking and I licked my lips as he watched me looking at his swallon manhood.
He was obviously enjoying this as much as I was. His airplain blanket was partially covering his knees and he reach down and pulled it up over my lap. With his other hand,
he reached down and released my seatbelt and then my belt. With the hand still in my sweater he continued to rub my chest. With his other he fished inside my fly and brought out my ridged penis under the blanket. Finally relieve, my underwear was soaked with pre cum and the head of my penis was still wet and covered. With his thumb and index finger he begin to rub the head of my penis. I was pleading in my mind for him to slide his firm hot hand down my shaft. But nothing doing, he just continued to rub the slippery head of my penis. Occasionally he would slip his fingers under the flared glans head lifting up and stretching my penis to its full length. Then he would return to rubbing the head with the palm of his hand. My poor dick continued to flood his palm with clear slippery precum which he worked in to my frenulum.
What ever he was doing it was having the right effect because I begin to get that familiar tingle at the root of my dick as it slowly spread to my nuts I knew I was getting close. His hand was moving more and more under the blanket. Just as I begin to shoot he clamped the head of my dick between his thumb and forefinger. Oh my god that hurt. All thought of cumming left my body as I tried to control the pain and not making a sound. I couldn't believe the feeling as he slowly begin to rub the blood back into my dick head. I could noticeably feel my nuts relaxe and fall back between my thighs. Jesus, Joseph and Mary I had never experienced such a feeling of losing a load back into my balls.
Totally non pulsed he went back to work on my chest. Once again making slow lazy circles around my pics and tweaking my nipples.
I thought if only I could get my hands free I would squeeze a load out of his Dick or mine.
At this point I heard that distinct chime that alerts the fight attendants that we are beginnning to decend from our cruising altitude of 35,000 feet. We would have maybe 45 minutes before lights came on unless they wanted to offer us snacks again.
My seat mate had flow enough to no the signs because his right hand became active again under the blanket. He didn't grip my shaft like I was hoping but he did begin his slippery action on my dick head.
He started by pushing his little finger as deep as he could down my piss slit. I was surprised that he was getting access and before I knew it he was down to his knuckle, the inside of my penis was on fire. He slowly eased in out and as the relief came so did my cum. Boiling up my shaft to Pumping one, two, three and at last four loads all over his hands and my tourtured dick.
He let the reaction subside and slowly pulled his hand from my sweater sleeve. Then taking his free hand he closed the fight blanked around his hand, my penis and my load. As he pulled it away I was amazed to see my shrinking dick and pants that seemed to be clean.
I looked to the right to see him using another part of the blanket to clean his shrinking penis and the front of his track suit. He looked up and smiled. He reached back over and put me back in my pants and the carefully zipped them up and did my belt.
Then he casually slide back to his seat and carefully folded the smal blue blanket that was saturated with our seeds. He then really Surprised me more by lifting his soft sided brief case from under the seat and placing the folded blanket in his case. Maybe a memento of our time together. .
I had managed to get my arms out of my sleeves and adjust my self when the cabin lights came up and the flight attendants started making there rounds.
I don't think either one of us looked at the other.
As we were deplaning after landing I looked for my seat mate but he must have escaped while I was tending to our overhead bags.
I looked at the baggage carousels but he had disappeared.
My wife asked " Did you get any rest ?" Oh yes I actually feel great. Maybe it wasn't the mile high club but as far as a lifting experiences it was a lot of fun. Mark.
Questions, comments or to share your story email me at
Txboyalone@gmail.com.
-- Mark W. - Tx Hill Country