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Holidays by the Sea
The last chapter ended:
The PA system cackled to life and announced the flight to Stansted, London and within two minutes all the campers were back with J and Matthew.
"Man! This is phenomenal! I have never, not had to go in search of someone from a group flight before." Matthew said as soon as they had confirmed that there was no one missing. "Well done! Now follow me and let's head off to the right gate." Matthew called out to them. A few moments later and a three person wide crocodile wound its way following Matthew to the boarding gate.
Chapter 165.
At the boarding gate, Matthew went up to the person on the check in desk and had a short conversation and then he turned and called the contingent forward. "Right the plane is ready and so they are going to board you guys a little earlier than normal. It does mean that you will have a bit of a longer wait on the plane, but it also means that you can get yourselves comfortable and seated in the right places before they board the rest of the passengers." He told them.
J stood aside and watched as each teen offered his boarding card to the stewardess who advised them where to go. Finally he followed the last of his charges into the plane and made sure everyone was sitting in the right places and had stowed their cabin luggage properly. By the time all the campers were in their seats, the back third of the economy class section of the plane was full.
A steward came and stood just in front of the first row of occupied seats and explained, "Good afternoon, my name is Clive and I am one of your stewards for the flight. You have a bit of wait now till we get the rest boarded, so you do not need to have your seat belts done up yet; but get them adjusted and ready so that when the pilot puts on the sign for the seat belts you can just clip them up. We are going to be quite busy for a while now as we board the rest of the passengers so if you have any questions, now is the time to ask." The steward paused to give the teens time to ask, but was met with a silence. "Good, it will be a help to us if you stay in your seats while we board the rest of the passengers. Now if you need something, I ask if you can wait until we have taken off before asking as we will be busy until then. Of course if it is an emergency then get our attention straight away."
With that the steward cast a last look over all the occupied seats and not seeing any raised hands or obvious problems, he turned and moved up towards the front of the plane.
A few minutes later and they could hear the sounds of the first of the rest of the passengers being ushered to their seats by the stewards. About half an hour later the p.a. on the plane kicked into life and the pilot made an announcement, "Good afternoon. I am Nathan Puckeridge and I will be your captain for the flight to London. We are just waiting for the last passengers to be boarded and then we will seek clearance to take off. Thank you."
They sat for another ten minutes and then a woman with two teenage girls were shown to their seats a few rows In front of them. The woman was berating one of the teens and telling her off for going somewhere where she had been told not to go. "I told you, you would not hear the flight being called if you went there!" she ended indignantly.
The girl in question just looked at her sullenly and then spat out sarcastically between the gum she was chewing, "Well we're on the plane so what difference does it make?"
"The difference is that we very nearly were not on the plane and we have held it up and all these other passengers have had to wait extra time because of your disobedience." The exasperated mother shrilled at her. Nearly everyone in economy class heard and cheered when she finished with, "Now sit down and keep quiet and still until we get to Stansted. I don't want to hear a word from you."
The girl was clearly quite embarrassed at being made a spectacle in front of the others and sat down in such a manner that all who were watching her could clearly tell that she was not too happy with her mother, or the cheer or both.
It was not long after this that they felt the plane judder and begin to move as it was towed out to the taxi way. The plane came to a standstill for a short while waiting for clearance to taxi during which the tow was uncoupled and then the plane began to move forward under its own engines. When it reached the top of the runway, it stopped once more waiting for clearance to take off. Less than half a minute later the plane began to ease forward and then the teens all felt themselves being pushed back into their seats as the plane accelerated down the runway and took off.
As soon as the seat belt sign went off, J got up and went around his charges to check that they were all ok. The stewards gave their safety lecture and the pilot made his usual speech on how long the flight would last and what the weather was like in the UK. There was a bit of a groan when the teens heard that that the temperature was a moderate thirteen degrees; more than twenty degrees cooler than the lowest temperature they had experienced in two weeks. J was glad now that he had packed some warm clothing in his cabin luggage and that he had remembered to advise the boys in his dorm to do the same. Whether they had or not, he did not know; but at least he had given them good advice.
As he moved about, Max got his attention and asked J if he could ask him a personal question.
"You know me Max, you can ask anything. It is whether or not I can answer it that changes." J allowed.
"Can you explain what this `Mile High Club' is all about, please?" Max asked.
J bent down close to Max and said in a low voice, "It is different things to different leanings. If you are hetero it means having full on sex when the plane is cruising a mile or more above the ground. For gays it is being made to cum by someone else while you are sitting in your seat at the same height."
"Are you a member of the mile high club?" Ossie asked. Ossie, Max and Tim were sitting together in a row of three seats on the port side of the plane.
"Well that would be telling wouldn't it?" J evaded giving a direct answer and no matter how much the trio pushed he did not deny or admit his status.
"How do the heteros do it in the seat?" Timothy asked giving up on pushing J to tell them if he was a club member.
"They don't, they do it in toilet with great difficulty I might add." J answered.
"And how do gays do it in the seat?" Max asked.
"You have to be in one of the seats away from the aisle. You cover yourself with the blanket, take your trousers and underpants off and let you friend next to you have a go. When you shoot you have to remain naked while it dries off and then you put on your trousers again. The person who did you gets to keep your undies as a trophy." J explained. By giving them that much detail he had inadvertently given them the strong impression that he was talking from experience and therefore must be a member of the club. With that, J left the boys and went back to his seat as the stewards were getting close with serving the first round of drinks.
J was seated on the aisle and had Chuck sitting next to him. After his conversation the trio, he had thoughts about introducing Chuck to membership, although he knew he would not be able to get a trophy as Chuck was commando. The thoughts were not long lived and J decided against it because he felt he did not have enough energy left to carry out the task. As it was, after he had finished his drink, J found himself dozing off while he waited for the meal to be served a bit closer to end of the flight rather than the beginning. He did not even bother to watch any of the in flight movies or listen to music. Just before the evening meal was served, J had to make his way to the back of the plane to relieve his bladder. On the way back, he was stopped by Timothy who had a very naughty look on his face. Timothy pointed to Max who was sitting in the middle and as he did so, Ossie moved the blanket that was covering Max to show him naked from the waist down and dripping with the remnants of his cum that had not yet run down through his pubes onto the plane seat. Then Ossie lifted the blanket a bit more and showed that he too was naked and had creamy white splodges contrasting against his dark skin and mingling with his bared short and curlies. "Does it count if I am not gay?" he asked.
"I guess it does, but you are not likely to admit that to anyone other than a gay guy are you? So while you will know, you will not be able to explain it to any girl friend later on." J reasoned.
"Shit! That's too bad. But it was fun anyway." Ossie admitted, and covered himself and Max up again.
The rest of the flight was uneventful and they landed on time at Stansted, London airport to a chilly five degrees, with rain and winds making it seem even colder. The group was asked to wait on the plane until the rest of the passengers had disembarked and then they were allowed to leave. As they walked through into the arrivals hall they were met by Jeff who went straight up to J and gave him a big hug and a quick peck of a kiss. "Welcome home maestro." Jeff greeted him, and then set about taking charge of the group. He led them all through the immigration and on into the baggage hall to collect their hold luggage and finally through the green route past customs. Once they were on their way to the public hall Jeff noticed some boys going into their suitcases on the trolleys and getting something out. He thought they were just getting out a jersey or jacket but that was not the case. Just before they went through the last doors separating them from the public who had come to greet arrivals Sean, Lawrence, Andrew and Chuck grabbed hold of J and lifted him onto their shoulders. They had to duck quite low to get through the door but as they got J back up in the air, the rest of the dorm lifted high their best dorm trophy and started to sing "For J's a jolly good fellow" and "we are the champions" again.
The crowd standing around began to clap and J turned bright red but had a smile on his face nothing could remove. John and Jean were standing in the crowd and were filled with pride when they saw how the teen boys were praising J. J saw them and asked to be put down so that he could go and greet them. As his feet touched the ground, though he was caught up in a big bear hug and Gerald said, "Oh I have missed you." J was surprised because he had not seen Gerald, but he had not been looking out for him as he did not expect that he would be at the airport. Released from the hug,
J moved over to greet his parents and was surprised again when a little body squeezed out from between John and Jean's legs and shouted in a loud voice, "Surprise!" Andy stood there with a huge grin on his face and when J dropped to his knees and held out his arms Andy jumped forward into them to be lifted up as J stood up once more.
At that moment, Fred came up to J and asked, "What are we to do now J?"
"You don't bother J anymore," Jeff answered before J could say anything, "I am now in charge and J is officially off duty. He has done more than enough for all of you already." Then turning to J he said, "I will see you tomorrow evening. John, Jean, take this champion home for a well deserved rest." And he moved off calling in a loud voice for all the campers to follow him.
"Come on, let's get off home." John said and bent to pick up J's cabin bag which he had put down to pick Andy up.
"I'll take that." Gerald offered as he took the bag off of John and left J still holding Andy in his arms.
The group moved off and headed out of the airport terminal in the direction of the car park.