DISCLAIMER: This story contains depictions of homosexual contact between underage males. Read at your own risk, and do not read at all if it is illegal in your city, state, or province. All characters depicted are fictional, and any resemblance to real persons can be attributed to chance.
IT was the hour of discontent for the 60 some passengers of the midnight flight to Dallas. The cause for the (3 hour so far) delay was mildly amusing to me; a severely intoxicated flight attendant had directed a passenger into the cockpit instead of the bathroom, which was cause alone for the plane to land in St. Louis, a whole state away from the intended destination. I guess that's just the price we pay for safety, huh? I bore the wait with contentment, because I enjoyed being in airports. Hundreds of people from around the world, from all different walks of life stopped for a short interim on long epic journeys, and chances were, I would see them only once, but that was enough.
I drank in all the humanity as I went to the bathroom for the third time since I'd landed. I relieved myself, and as I washed my hands I took a good look in the mirror. Clear blue eyes stared back at me, under a somewhat unkempt mop of black hair. I ran my eyes down my slim but athletic body, licked my lips, and said (not exactly realizing where I was), "Damn Ian, looking good. I would hit that every night." The realization came a second later, and horror struck I stared around the rather large bathroom. Luckily enough, it seemed pretty much empty. But yet a stall opened, and a stunning young man walked out of it, wielding a cell phone and an impish grin. He had an absolutely ravishing body, full of interesting curves and lines beneath the cargo pants and T-shirt he wore. He shook his head, setting his blond hair flapping. He looked up at me, and I saw infinite jest in his intense green eyes. After a few moments I gratefully used to stare, he spoke. "Hello there. Name's Chance. Don't worry, I was just on the phone. Only place I can get reception around here." I took the proffered hand, thinking of something hopefully not stupid to say. "Hi, Chance... my name is..."
"Ian, I know." He grinned even wider, taking a not-too-discreet look up and down my figure. He gave me a brotherly pat on the back, saying, "Don't worry, it's good to be self-confident. I agree with you. Did you hear that? Our flight's finally here." We walked out of the bathroom, and sure enough, they were lining up to board. I ran to grab a cup of coffee and chance waited for me, staring curiously. He must have wanted to sit by me. Sure enough, as I fell into line, he stepped in behind me, wearing a pleasant expression. That was weird. He'd accosted me in the bathroom like a long lost friend, but now he was content just to stand by me. I wasn't much of an extrovert, and had little experience dealing with things like this. We filed into the jet and sat next to each other. I made sure to get the window seat. That's why I had got the coffee. Airplanes weren't just transportation, they were a source of wonder. I wanted to enjoy the night flight as much as I could. My new acquaintance Chance, however, flipped absently through a magazine. As we taxied and took of, I tried to keep my mind off of all of his "features" to prevent making my basketball shorts an embarrassing conversation piece. It was barely working.
By time we were at cruising altitude, I realized with a pang that I'd forgotten that coffee goes right through me. I stood up to go to the bathroom, hoping that I could locate it without any "help" and glanced down surprised when Chance stood up also. We were not big guys, and it was nothing for me to slide past him seated. But nevertheless, he turned to admit me. I stepped up close to him, smelling a faint whiff of cologne and skin, and then came the unexpected. Chance stumbled, forcing every inch of his tall body against mine. Electric warmth shot up and down my spine, and it threatened to melt me, right there above the clouds. He put out a hand to steady himself, which ended up on my butt. He ground his hips into mine, whispering very quickly into my ear, "Damn Ian. I would hit that every night." Louder, he said, "Whoa, sorry about that, bud." I stepped out into the aisle, like I was in a dream, and slowly walked into the bathroom. I didn't look back, because I knew if I did I would probably come right down my leg. I sat on the toilet and caught my breath. My arm brushed against my pulsing erection and it threatened to explode. I released it, and set about working on the shaft. It didn't take long. I came violently, and if it wasn't for the tissue I had grabbed at the last moment, I would have to explain away a huge wet spot. I lay back, my mind swimming with euphoria and also wondering what the hell just happened.
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