A true short story. If you have had any delightful encounters with Asians, I'd be pleased to exchange tales with you.
I was on a business trip and holiday to Indonesia, flying Garuda from Amsterdam to Jakarta, via Abu Dhabi and a stop-over in Singapore for a few nights. I particularly like Asian guys, and as I speak Indonesian, meeting the lads in Indonesia is not a problem.
The flight was full, and there was so much cabin baggage, that the Garuda staff came down the passengers waiting to board, and asked that we limit what we took on board, loading the excess onto a large trolley. I caught the eye of one good looking guy, aged about 26, and he gave me a charming smile and I thought I detected a wink.
Unfortunately there was no vacant seat in the lounge where I could meet this guy, so we just traded smiles, and waited to board. The flight was packed, shoulder to shoulder and nothing to do but doze.
The flight was uneventful, and some hours later we landed for our first port of call, at Abu Dhabi. I was amazed at the number of people standing up and reaching for their cabin baggage, and in next to no time, the plane was almost empty. Then I expected another horde to board the plane, but not one person. There we were, in a Boeing 747, and about forty passengers, en route to Singapore.
We were soon airborne, and once the seat belt sign had gone off, I eased myself out of the seat and headed for the toilets. As I walked down the aisle, I spotted the guy with the hot smile, and he looked up and gestured for me to sit down next to him. After all, there were no people anywhere nearby, and whole rows of empty seats.
Once I'd finished at the toilets, I bee-lined it back to the handsome guy with a smile, and sat next to him and started chatting. He was going through to Jakarta, and seemed a little disappointed that I was getting off in Singapore.
We kept chatting, and then his hand rested on my thigh, and so I did the same to him. We both realised that we had no objection at all to some in-flight entertainment, so I buzzed the attendant and asked if we could have blankets, as it was cool and we'd like some sleep.
Of course, this was furthest from our minds, and as soon as the blankets were spread, we were soon both groping each other. We were both hard, and after some days alone in Holland, I was feeling somewhat horny.
He expertly unzipped my trousers, and had my best friend resting in his hand, and proceeded to gently massage me.
Of course, I did the same to him, and we just took things nice and easy, and dozed a bit and squeezed a bit, as we sped through the sky. Sometimes we speeded up our hand movements, and soon it became to much for my companion.
I could feel him hardening even further, and he suddenly leaped out of his seat, and headed to the nearest toilet block. He returned a few minutes later, firmly zipped up and gave me a lop- sided smile, as he collapsed back into his seat, and immediately went to sleep.
It didn't take much imagination to guess what he'd been doing in the toilets, and as I was feeling somewhat stressed myself, also moved off in the same direction, and lowered the safety valve a little.
When we landed in Singapore soon afterwards, he seemed sad to be parting company, and so was I, as Singapore at the time was not very sociable when it came to finding a gay contact.
As I thought, it was no fun in Singapore, and it was good to be in Jakarta a few days later, with guys coming to my table, asking if I was available. I was!