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Chapter 14 ended
J's cock got hard immediately as he thought about some of the things he and Jeff had done over the years. J did not bother to try and hide it as he adjusted his shorts or rather adjust his cock in his shorts; he knew it would be no surprise for Jeff. Jeff did notice and leaned over to whisper to J, "you randy old bugger. You just can't wait can you? Well, I guess you might just join a gay version of the mile high club this trip."
J's cock gave a jerk at the thought and he just smiled back at Jeff as his face turned slightly red. "And don't think my mentoring comes free either. There will be a form of price to be paid for it."
Chapter 15
Jeff had a bit more work to do with the younger folk for although the HBTS party did not take up the whole plane, even as small as this plane was, they still filled a fair chunk of it, and Jeff appeared to be in charge of all of them. The doors had been closed and the seat belts sign had come on before Jeff came back to sit down in his seat. Within moments the plane was being backed out and then released to move under its own power as it headed towards the runway. Jeff leaned forward and pulling the light blanket from the pouch on the back of the seat in front of J, where J had put it earlier, he told J to cover himself with it as the temperature was still quite cool and J was already dressed for the heat of Greece. Then as the jet engines revved up and the noise increased, Jeff leaned close to J and said, "by the time this bird gets off the ground, I want your shorts and briefs in my lap."
J just grinned and began to obey. But in order to get anywhere he had to loosen the seat belt first and this delayed him enough that the plane had left terra firma before the two articles of clothing were in the place they had been allotted. "Late! Slow! That'll cost you." Jeff said as his hand felt along J's leg under the blanket to find a stiff middle leg already greased up with pre-cum and raring to go. Jeff began a long slow wank of J's cock, constantly stopping to give his balls a bit of play or to just stroke the hair in the area, tickle J's belly button and reach as far between J's legs as he could get. The main thing was that he was not letting J cum and neither was he allowing J to touch him in an intimate way. In fact when J had tried to touch him, Jeff had made J put his hands down at his sides and had then done the seat belt up over J's arms effectively pinning his hands to his sides and leaving J that little more defenceless.
Every time a steward went past, Jeff would stop wanking J and so his cock would cool off a bit again. Jeff had been playing this cat and mouse game with J's cock for over two hours when J could take it no longer and begged Jeff to bring him off.
"And what do I get in return for this favour?" Jeff asked, or rather bribed.
"You get whatever you want, just make me cum or let me do it myself please." J replied. Although Jeff and J did not have a real relationship as such, J trusted Jeff and knew that Jeff would not demand or do anything which would be harmful or scarring to J and so he was confident when he made the open offer to Jeff.
"Right I will take you at your word in a gentleman's agreement." Jeff returned the trust J had just shown him and then proceeded to bring J's wank to a fulfilling orgasm.
Of course this presented J with a further problem, because he now had a load of spunk spread out over his lower belly and upper legs as well as plastering his cock and pubes; and his hands were still trapped under the seat belt restraints. How was he to clean up? He whispered his dilemma to Jeff asking for him to release his hands as well as get him some tissue to wipe up with. Jeff responded with a wicked grin and although he released the seat belt, he told J that there was no tissue available and he would have to use his briefs instead, and handed them over to him. This was part of the gay mile high club membership, Jeff went on to explain. And then offered his hand to shake with J's as a welcome to the club gesture.
"But I can't wear them after cleaning up all this mess." J protested.
"That is the whole idea." Jeff answered. "You have to free ball until you get to the camp and get into your dorm." And he grinned even more. "And then try and change without any of the others realising you are hanging loose."
J knew he was beat and so began to wipe up his cum with the briefs and once he had done it he asked for his shorts back. Jeff demanded the briefs be swapped for the shorts as they were now his. So J handed them over and was a little sad as they were one of his favourite pairs – but a deal is a deal. Jeff gave him his shorts and then stood up to put the briefs into his own hand luggage which was in the compartment above their heads. If J had not been so busy putting his shorts on under the cover of the blanket, he might have noticed that Jeff had a considerable bulge in his jeans which in turn would have given rise to a re-hardening of his own piece and the accompanying problems this would pose with not having briefs to help keep it in place. But J was saved this and because he had just enjoyed a significant release, he had no problems of this nature – at least not at present; but there was still the rest of the flight and then the two hour coach trip to the camp. What J did not know was that they were also going to have to wait at the airport in Thessaloniki for another flight to come in before their coach would leave for the last stage of the journey. This meant that he still had something like four hours to go before he would be able to access his kit for a fresh pair of briefs.
Once J had got his shorts on, he decided that he needed to pee and so headed off towards the back of the plane to the loos. He joined the queue and thought that the aircraft manufacturers must work out exactly how many toilets to install for the number of passengers to ensure that there was always a queue, for he could not remember ever being able to go straight to the bowl without having to wait in line. This wait was the first in a row of problems for J because as one does when waiting in a queue, J began to look around at the other people in the vicinity. His eyes fell on a blond haired guy who was about the same age as J and who had fallen asleep in his seat. This guy was wearing a pair of soft cotton shorts and in his sleep had become aroused and his cock was pressing hard against the shorts showing a very clear outline of a nice sized and proportioned member. To make matters worse, he was a good looker which is what had drawn J's attention in the first place.
J may have just had an orgasm, but that sight was enough to set his pole to rising to full mast and without any underwear, J's T shirt was just not up to the job of hiding it. J also knew that putting his hands down there to try and cup it and thus screen it off from view would simply tell observers exactly what his problem was. So he decided that he would try and ignore it and hope that there was not enough to draw people's attention and so he might get away unnoticed. Some might say that line of thinking was a bit naïve, but I rather think it was just very wishful. Firstly a young boy with his mom in tow left the toilet J was lined up for and as the boy passed J, his eyes were at the same level as J's prominent tent pole. Whether it was deliberate or not, this youngster managed to brush against it with his head as he squeezed past and then looked up into the shocked face of J and smiled an apology.
If that were not enough, the next one to go past was a teenage girl, who had obviously spied his gun before she got near to him, and as she began to edge past him, she grabbed it and gave it a squeeze and said, "Nice, big boy." J was too shocked to say or do anything but turn a glowing shade of red that disappeared down into his T shirt. Of course this did not help J to lose his erection and it came into contact with two other people as they squeezed past him, but they seemed not to notice anything at all. At last J made it to the loo and closing the door behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief. But then found his cock was way too hard to pee out of and so he had to give himself another wank to get it to go soft before he could relieve himself. Feeling much more confident about it all, and with a soft cock inside his pants, he made his way back to his seat. But alas, his confidence was soon to be tested, because he found as he went past the blond guy, he was still asleep, but had now managed to get a hand inside his shorts and was obviously hugging his still erect penis. The effect was a hardening one on poor old J as he began to get stiff all over again.
Four rows further along towards his seat, he nearly fainted for he found he had to squeeze past someone coming in the opposite direction and so turning to face the seats he was next to, he began to edge sideways to pass the other person. In doing this he presented his semi-erect penis towards non other than the girl who had given him a brief fondle in the queue. She wasted no time and quickly put her hand up the inside of his shorts and stroked flesh on flesh. J was powerless. He could not get away from her because the one passing him had virtually pinned him to the seat in front of the girl and if he made a move to knock her hand away it would not go unnoticed. The girl just smiled and repeated one word, "Nice."
Chapter 16 should be out fairly soon (within a few weeks at least). I do hope you are enjoying reading this story as much as I am writing it.
Rick