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What I want to tell you today is so crazy that I can hardly believe it myself. I’m Pete, 26 years young and damn shy. By the way, I’m also gay, but that doesn’t really change what I experienced. Have you ever heard of the Mile High Club? I’ve been an unofficial member since last year, and even though there’s no official membership card, it feels pretty awesome. But let me start from the beginning.
Long-haul flight overnight – this is going to be boring
My partner Steven and I spent a week in New York last year. You’d think that our time in the Big Apple would have been the most exciting part of the whole vacation. Not even close! It was the flight there that I’ll never forget. Why? Because I gave my boyfriend a blow job in the airplane toilet and almost had a heart attack. Metaphorically speaking, of course, because I was more nervous than I’d ever been on a first date.
Until then, flying had never been my thing. I got nervous as soon as the plane started moving on the runway. I had flown a few times before, but this was a long flight to New York, and we were taking off in the middle of the night. So much for looking out the window and watching the world look like a city of ants from above. All I could see were lights.
My heart was pounding, and I had taken some valerian to calm myself down, which, as always, didn’t work at all. My boyfriend was sitting next to me, enjoying life. First, because New York was our big dream, and second, because he loves flying! Luckily, we had booked first class, because if I had had to sit squeezed into economy, I probably wouldn’t have boarded the plane at all.
Now you know the circumstances, so it’s probably no surprise that I was actually inducted into the Mile High Club on that very flight. Of course, only if you count a blowjob as sex and if I, as the passive partner, am also entitled to a place in this unofficial club.
The desperate attempt to calm me down
As the plane took off, I chewed desperately on my gum to escape the pressure in my ears. Steven held my hand, grinned at me repeatedly, and spoke reassuringly to me. After we reached our cruising altitude and the flight attendants had provided us with drinks and snacks, it became quite dark and quiet. We had chosen the night flight, and as is well known, there is little to disturb you then. The quiet did me good, but I was still extremely nervous.
Steven put one of the typical airplane blankets over our legs and held my hand the whole time. I tried to calm my thoughts about a possible crash, leaned back, and focused on my breathing. The back of Steven’s hand touched my thigh, his thumb stroking my hand incessantly.
“You need to relax,” he whispered in my ear, and I nodded. “I’m laughing so hard I could cry,” I muttered back, and we both had to giggle. He knew how panicky I was on planes, and I knew how little he could understand that.
“Want to watch something?” he asked me, pointing to the tablet we had wisely brought with us on board. But I didn’t feel like watching How I Met Your Mother for the tenth time, because that was my safe series that I liked to watch when I was nervous. “Then just think of something nice and trust me,” my lover whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my earlobe. “That’s all I’m trying to do,” I replied, still with my eyes closed.
I could do whatever I wanted, but my heart was still pounding at over 100 beats per minute and my thoughts were racing. I kept wondering how cold the ocean would be if our plane crashed. My brain has never been my best friend when traveling by plane.
There’s a hand on my dick
The other passengers had long since fallen asleep, and the silence in the plane was almost eerie. The huge machine moved silently through the air, and when Steven pulled his hand out of mine to get a drink, I pulled the blanket up a little higher. I was cold, nervous, and unable to sleep.
It felt empty without his hand, but it soon crawled back under the blanket. Instead of taking my hand again, he stroked my flat, toned stomach and then moved down to place his hand on my cock. “Steven,” I whispered indignantly, but he just smiled at me. “Relax, babe,” was his quiet reply, and I felt his fingers moving back and forth on my limp member.
Grotesquely, I immediately became aroused. I don’t know if it was the adrenaline from my fear of flying or altitude sickness, but within a minute I had an erection that many men would envy. “Well, he’s not afraid of flying,” my friend commented on the situation, and I had to laugh against my will. “Go ahead and make fun of me,” I grumbled playfully, but I noticed how I was actually relaxing a little.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the touch, even though we were sitting in the middle of the plane and an older gentleman was snoring comfortably one row ahead of us. Steven became bolder, he enclosed my cock through my joggers and rubbed it harder. I bit my lip because suddenly my thoughts were no longer about the plane crashing, but about my friend’s warm, wet mouth.
“Now give me a blowjob,” I murmured softly, and Steven looked at me with a grin. “Should I?” he asked, and I shook my head in alarm. “Are you crazy?” I exclaimed. “If the flight attendants come, we’ll be thrown out of the plane.” Steven nodded seriously. “Of course! The airline is known for spontaneously letting passengers disembark at the highest point of the flight.” Now it was my turn to grin.
The supposed cooling off
He pulled his hand back and I was disappointed. My cock stood uselessly erect, I was still on the plane, and apparently my partner was no longer in the mood to pamper me a little. At least, that’s what I thought. He rummaged through our carry-on luggage and took out the toiletries bag. “Come on, let’s brush our teeth. I want to get at least a little sleep,” he urged me and got up.
The flight was smooth, there was no seatbelt requirement, and the toilet wasn’t far away. “The two of us in that tiny cubicle?” I asked, feeling a little frustrated, and he nodded. “You think I’m going to leave my little scaredy-cat sitting here? One little bump and you’ll be hiding under the seat.”
He had a point. So I got up uncertainly and was glad it was dark. My cock was only half hard, but you could still see it clearly through my sweatpants.
No one took any notice of us as we quietly slipped past the other passengers and closed the door of the airborne toilet behind us. It wasn’t exactly luxurious, but there was a little more space than in economy class. “Hurry up,” I grumbled, because I felt even more insecure here than in my seat.
“Nope,” was my friend’s simple answer as he put the toiletries bag on the small shelf next to the sink and pushed me with my back against the cabin door. “Do you really think I want to brush my teeth?” he asked, and I raised an eyebrow. “What else?” I asked him, and he put his finger on my mouth. “Relax,” he said for the umpteenth time today and crouched down in front of me.
When he pulled my pants down over my ass with one quick tug, taking my shorts with them, I wanted to protest. I didn’t bother when I felt his hand wrap around my shaft and bring my cock back to full size with skillful movements. He bent his head forward, and when his warm tongue slid over my glans, I forgot all about my fear of flying.
It was completely crazy. There I was, shy Pete in an airplane toilet on my first long-haul flight, in the middle of some ocean, and my boyfriend had my cock in his mouth. Admittedly, he didn’t have it all in his mouth at first, but that would come, and I knew it.
Steven had his own unique way of giving me a blowjob. First, he teased me for an incredibly long time with his tongue. To this day, I love feeling his warm breath on my wetly licked glans when he takes my tip into his mouth and sucks gently. In moments like these, I would love to take his head and push it down to the shaft, but on the other hand, I always enjoy this soft start.
Climaxing against my fear of flying
I couldn’t think straight anymore when Steven finally finished playing and let my rod disappear lengthwise into his mouth. I have a really big cock, but he swallows it effortlessly. The warmth of his mouth, the view from above of his short blond hair, and the tightness of the room brought beads of sweat to my forehead.
I heard the soft smacking of his saliva when he pulled back briefly, only to take me completely into his mouth again. My breathing quickened, I tried miserably to suppress my moans, but I couldn’t. Steven knew what I needed and when I needed it. One hand was around my shaft, his lips slid faster and faster along my wet cock, and when he suddenly squeezed my balls with his other hand, I was done for.
My body arched, I gasped, moaned, and then I shot the full load of my lust into his mouth. He swallowed every drop, just like he always does. Steven is a born blowjob guy, one of the reasons why I’m still with him today. I hardly noticed how he sat up, licked his lips, and then calmly took out his toothbrush and brushed his teeth. I was exhausted, drained, enchanted, and above all, I was no longer afraid. We were barely back in our seats when I fell fast asleep. My boyfriend woke me up just before we landed, and I was shocked at how easy flying could be. As we got off the plane, he whispered in my ear, “I can’t wait for the flight back, then it’s my turn.”