This morning I awoke slowly, becoming gradually aware of the
boy lying beside me, his arm draped casually over my chest, his leg
over my legs, his face pressed against my shoulder, his cheek hot
against my skin. His breath was moist against my skin as his chest
moved rhythmically though barely visible unless I looked closely.
He stirred, his body pressing closer, a slight tremble passing
through him like a little quiver and then he settled down again,
back to sleep, his body unmoving.

For a long while I looked at the boy lovingly, his dark hair
glistening in the early morning light as it filtered though the
trees outside the window, steadily getting lighter as morning came.
The boy’s hair is the color of dark mahogany, not black, but a rich
dark brown. His hair is long and slightly curly and it lay tousled
on the white pillow and over my shoulder. It is soft like silk but
it has a surprising amount of body in it. His eyes were closed, his
eyelids almost translucent, his eyebrows long and thin, almost
feminine. The boy’s lips are pale and full and they are open
slightly, revealing perfectly shaped white teeth. His skin is much
darker than mine, a golden-bronze from head to toe, not even a shade
lighter at his thighs and hips because for the last two months he
has spent almost every afternoon in the nude. He tans beautifully
but he has the advantage of his heritage. His rich dark tan comes
from our two months together on Phaenon. I should explain that
Phaenon is our 34 foot yacht. Built in Canada in 1990 and engineered
to one of the highest standards in the world, the boat is something
Rafael and I treasure for the wonderful times that we have shared
aboard it. This summer we spent two and a half glorious months
cruising down the Inter-coastal Waterway to Florida, and then
across to the Bahamas and the other islands of the Caribbean. We
returned only two days ago.

Anton was indignant at first, but the idea had been planted in his
mind, and soon spread to his loins. Though his mouth refused, his penis showed a different opinion. It soon became clear that he would
have to allow Jag to help him for there was to be no privacy for self
relief. And the painful hardness showed relief was necessary. Anton
submitted to Jag’s hands. Jag expressed a wish to help him enjoy himself as much as possible. When the act was thoroughly underway, and
his hands were controlling Anton to a near climax, he had suggested
that Anton allow him to use his mouth to make the act even more pleasurable. Anton, who if in a less excited state who most certainly have
recoiled from the suggestion, gave a silent acquiescence to Jag, whose
warm mouth soon enclosed his shaft.

Jag had then taken his clothes off and had lain on his bed reading. After a while he expressed surprise that Anton was still dressed
and asked him if he were feeling cold. He explained that the heating
in the rooms was automatically increased in the later evenings. Anton
had then removed all but his underpants.

It was fairly obvious that Anton had been observing Jag’s body,
and Jag had been trying his best to show his best features without
making it too obvious that he know he was been examined. Clearly Anton
was too virginal to make any overtures, so Jag took the initiative. He
asked Anton if he had had sexual release that day. He stated that he
would be obtaining relief himself with a friend later, but stated that
he would be happy to assist Anton if he required it, and that he would
try to have the another friend fetched so that Anton could have someone to sleep with himself if he desired.

Slowly Klaudio worked. This had to be a good one – a better one
than a quick hand job – but he could use only limited resources for
fear of spooking his charge. A short burst of speed had Anton groan-
ing, and the feet started working. His hands, which had released the
grip on the sheets now clutched them again, but from ecstasy not fear.
His body began to arch up, but Klaudio knew how to change his grip at
the right moment, holding him there for a full minute before reducing
the stimulation to allow him to get his breath. Anton’s face now
looked very different. The strain that showed there now was from a
different stable, and the open mouthed smile was real.

Five times did Klaudio make his loins rear up and hold him there,
until he was crying out to be allowed to come. Then he came – shooting
high to land on his taut, flat belly. Klaudio risked trapping the
later spurts with his lips pressed to the eye of Anton’s glans: he was
too far gone to notice even if he had bitten the end off. He reeled
back, practically in a faint. By the time he was taking notice again,
Klaudio had cleaned him up and zipped his flaccid weapon back into his
fly, and began the language lesson as if nothing had happened.

Then again he relaxed. He reached a hand up to move the book,
placing it upright on the bed, propped against the side mirror wall of
the alcove and turned the upper part of his body so that he could
stare at it.

And his eyes thus engaged, he resumed the pumping action. A looser
grip at first, his hand sliding farther up and down the shaft, then a
tighter grip at the top, the side of his finger digging into the sen-
sitive point. He meant to complete the job this time.

His other hand was cupped to his bollocks, the forefinger digging
into the root of the shaft beneath the taut skin. Did he mean to halt
the flowing? His hips and thigh reared up once more, his toes and feet
twisting the sheet into knots beneath them. The sheen on his glans was
lost as the pores open up with the climactic blood flow. He would
come! He would come!

We were late boarding for the flight. I had gone from the
plane into the passenger waiting area. There I noticed him for
the first time. He was so handsome-tall, brown hair,
high-cheek boned with deep blue eyes and manly tanned face.
His moustache accented his perfect smile. Our eyes met. I
felt like a school boy who is having the first crush on his
teacher. As I walked back to the plane, I glanced back at him
only to find him looking at me, grinning like someone with a
secret he is aching to tell. I notice he was tall and well
framed, even in his business suit.

I returned to my post in the first class cabin and waited to
see if he would be seated near my position. Alas, he was not
amongst the first class group. I sighed as we closed the
doors. One of the stewardess in the aft of the economy cabin
called me to come to the rear galley. I carefully checked each
passenger as I walked down the aisle, trying to give the
appearance that I was inspecting seat belts when in reality I
was looking for him. I was perplexed as I failed to find him.
The disappointed look disappeared from my face as I walked back
towards the first class cabin. There, in seat 23 A, was my
handsome stranger.

“Excuse me,” he asked, ” but what is the flying time to
Frankfurt?” I laughed and replied with the 7 and 1/2 hour
flight time along with the complete routing that flight 66
would be taking that evening. He thanked me and as I told him
I hope i could be of service to him during the flight, he
chuckled saying, “I’m sure you will be”.

The flight finally took off with its usual 45 minute delay.
All during the meal service I kept finding excuses to walk
about the cabin to steal a glance at my friend in 23 A. When
the meal service was ended in the back, the movie began. I
brought 23A a glass of champagne. We spoke casually about this
and that, but our eyes were glued to each others during the
conversation. I was anxious for the meal service to end. It
seemed to be an eternity. All I wanted to do was be with 23A.
Finally, the service ended, the passengers were either as
soundly asleep as they could be in an airplane, except those in
First class who comfortably lounged in their sleeperette seats.
The crew was beginning to rest. I went into the bathroom to
fix appearance. I looked at my eyes in the small mirror. They
seemed to me like two brown dots that were overworked. I
combed my longish brown hair into place, even combing my
moustache. I then proceeded to 23A.

My friend was asleep in his seat. I sat next to him. The
presence of my body caused him to awaken. We spoke. I had a
great idea. I decided to give him a tour of the plane. We
walked towards the galley elevator. I saw my closest friend,
Steve, who was working the flight with me. I nodded at him and
he knew what he had to do. Meanwhile, my new friend and I went
down to the lower galley.

The lower galley no longer exists in our fleet of planes, but
oh, I tell you, I was glad we had it that day.

My companion and I entered the empty galley. The lighting was
dim. The drone of the jet engines could be heard louder than
before. We spoke without as much fear of being heard. I could
see the bulge in his suit. As we looked into each others eyes,
our lips suddenly met and we began to embrace. Our kissing
became more passionate, my tongue working against the inside of
his mouth with our lips hard pressed. THE heat of our longing
grew. I started to kiss his neck, rubbing my hand over his
crotch area. I felt his hard organ beneath his clothes. I
unbuttoned his shirt and began to suck on his erect nipples.
Slowly, I worked my way down to his pants. My hand worked his
cock out from under them. It was hard and erect. My tongue
licked the head and slowly went around the shaft. As I sucked
on his immense organ, my fingers worked their way around back
and began to tease his tight asshole. He moaned as I took his
shaft deep into my throat. “Oh, yeah,”he groaned in
excitement”uuuhhhhhhhhh…Fuck me, please, fuck me” he asked as
he moved his body in response to my work.

I stopped sucking on him and stood up, removing the last of his
clothes. He looked beautiful, standing naked in the galley. I
knew I had time as Steve was above keeping guard and would
signal me in plenty of time if there was trouble. By now my
own uniform was on the floor. He was rubbing his hands over my
hairy chest and worked them down to my cock. He knelt before
me and took my eight inch organ into his mouth, making it more
erect with each sucking movement.

I then forced him to stand again. I turned him against the
galley counter. I stretched his arms out and tied them with
some cord that was in one of the holds tightly to the counter.
His feet were spread, legs apart, and ass ready for action. I
took some butter that was handy and used it to lube his hole.
I soon positioned myself behind him and began to work my hard
cock into his waiting hole. He moaned,”slowly…ahhhh,
slowly.” As I pushed into him he began to beg me to push in
deeper, deeper, and deeper-until the full length of my shaft
was in him. I began to ram hard into his ass. My balls
slapped against his smooth, firm buns. Harder and deeper I
worked in the dim lights. Here we were, 36000 or more feet up
above the North Atlantic, fucking our brains out in the galley
of a Boeing aircraft. If the designers only knew. I wanted
him more with each movement. My body tingled in great pleasure
as my cock moved into and out of his aching lovehole. His ass
felt tight and warm as I rammed harder, almost without mercy
into his bond body. He begged me to shoot my load. As I
burned his ass with my cock, I reached my hand around and
worked his hard tool. I slowed my pace and played with the
head of his cock. This added to his own excitement. He was
wild with passion. I began to fuck him hard again. As I
forced my organ into him, I slapped his ass with my hand. Each
slap was harder than the one before. The sound of the engines
drowned out his moans. I continued again to play with his ripe
cock, twisting it in one hand as I squeezed his balls with the
other. I could hardly stand it myself much longer. We were
moving as one being. “I’m cumming!” he groaned. I felt his
body stiffen and he tightened the muscles of his hole around my
cock as his own cock relieved itself of its juices. I rammed
harder into his tightened hole, my cock becoming more sensitive
until at last I shot my own load deep inside of him.

I pulled my organ from its warm enclosure and untied my victim.
We kissed and then quickly dressed as I noticed the warning
light, which was Steve’s prearranged signal, flash. I help my
friend back to 23 A and, very satisfied, I returned to clean up
any signs of our fun in the galley.

I was happy to learn later in the flight that he would be
staying at the Intercontinental just as the crew would be. We
decided to meet in the lobby and we spent that day and night
together until I had to leave to work the return flight back to
New York. I remember that trip so well. But, even all
wonderful memories have their flaw. In all that time, I forgot
to ask him his name.

I went to a straight adult movie theater last night. I
don’t go to them often, but tonight I was in the mood to see
porn on the big screen.

When I arrived the theater had quite a few people in in, but
was by no means crowded. I sat down in the back row of the
theater and started to watch the movie. Gradually as it got
latter more and more people left. Eventually there were
only few people left.

When there were only a few people left. A very good looking
guy stood up walked right past me on his way out to the lobby or
bathroom. He had medium dark skin, was about 5′10″ tall,
and had shoulder length wavey black hair. He had some sort
of black baseball type hat on. The was wearing a black
leather jacket, TIGHT blue shorts and black boots.

A few miniutes latter he came back and sat down in last seat
in the last row of the theater. I was sitting about 5 seats
away from him in the same row. I was jerking off while I
watched him go to his seat. When he got to his seat he
looked right at me, saw me stroking myself and smiled. He
then started rubbing his crotch and looking at me.

We went on watching each other doing this for a while.
Eventually I got up and sat down about 2 seats away from
him. I unbuttoned my 501’s again and pulled my semi-erect
cock out of my pants and started stroking it. He continued
rubbing his crotch and watching me strok myself. I was also
watching him rub his crotch.

After about 10 minutes of this I got up and sat in the seat
next to him. I looked strait into his eyes as I started to
stroke the insides of his hairy thighs with my free hand. I
moved up and down his thigh with a feather touch while he
was rubbing the bulge in his shorts. I eventually moved my
hand to his crotch. I could see that he had pulled his
shorts up as tight as they could go. Most of his ass cheeks
were hanging out. I imagine his shorts were rubbing on his
asshole each time he squirmed is his seat. This made his
bulge evem more promenent.

While I was massaging his bulge he reached over and started
stroking my cock. I was in heaven. Eventually he had me
move my hand into his shorts so I could play with his 6″ cut
cock while he played with my cock. It was really great.

After a while he pulled his cock out of his shorts so I
could wrap my lips around it. It smelled and tasted too
good. I could only suck him for a moment because there were
still a few people in the theater. He then did the same to
me. I wanted him to go on sucking me forever. It was
incredible. We then continued to play with each other for a
while longer.

Eventually the theater closed for the night and we had to
leave. Before we parted I asked him his name. He told me
it was Eric. I very suprised, as my name is Eric too. I
wanted so much to suggest that we go to either his place or
to my place to contimue what we started, but I was too shy.
I feel that I will regret not suggesting it for a long time.
I wish I had gotten at least a phone number.