Air Smiles
If you’re anything like me, as a horny teenager with a constant raging hard-on, I masturbated at any opportunity. And of course that meant on aeroplanes too. Nearly 30 years after I started tugging my todger, I still can’t resist rubbing one out after the meal when the lights turn low and people start drifting off to sleep. I guess we’ve all heard of the Mile High Club, that select group of people who have managed to get it on while 33,000 feet up in the air, but I’ve never been lucky enough to join that club due to a lack of willing participants. Until now.
I’d spent a couple of weeks back in the UK visiting family and friends and found myself at Heathrow airport at 9.30am checking in to SQ317 from London to Singapore. I’m lucky to fly Business Class most of the time, but after a year of not travelling I had enough air miles to upgrade to First Class, or as you may be familiar, Singapore Airway’s Suites.
Just in case you aren’t aware, SIA Suites are AMAZING! It’s like a mini private cabin to yourself. The seat is wide and spacious and made from some rare ultra-soft leather. Opposite is a large footstool which can double as a seat at meal times so your partner can eat with you Pullman style instead of side-by-side. There are shed loads of storage pockets, a vanity mirror, 27” LED tv screen with on-demand movies, tv and music. But more importantly, the seat has walls. At the front and sides, the wall is about 175cm high. Two windows (one by the seat, one by the footstool) look on to the aisle, and each has a pull-down blind. Two sliding doors close off the Suite completely. However, I guess Singapore Airlines felt like they had to spoil the fun and the pull-down blinds have little sections at the top and bottom that are meshed, presumably so the flight attendants can keep an eye on you. But otherwise it makes for a very private and luxurious travel experience. Oh I forgot to mention – the seat converts into a bed too. Fully flat, nice thick mattress, three pillows and a duvet provided as wells as pyjamas, slippers and the usual First-Class amenities. Very nice.
So yeah I was lucky enough to be in a Suite on this SQ317, which of course meant an hour in the First Class lounge too…and a few Jim Beam’s before boarding. The minute I stepped on to the A380 I was faced by this gorgeous guy flight steward. I don’t know if it was the openness of being in the UK or Dutch courage from my pre-flight drinks, or perhaps my inner monologue broke out, but I couldn’t stop myself from smiling and saying “it’s nice to have a hot steward for a change!” under my breath. I don’t know if he didn’t hear me, or decided to ignore my comment but he was all hot smiles as he showed me to my suite and got my champagne. His name badge said Aloysius. Aloysius had very defined angular cheek-bones, a square chin and beautiful single-lidded almond shaped eyes that followed the lines of his cheekbones. He could easily have passed as a Korean actor or pop star but he was clearly Singaporean. He had the tan of a frequent international jetsetter and at around 1.68 tall with a bit of muscle mass he was right up my street. He was wearing the usual SIA uniform for men – a horrible dark blue polyester-blend suit. I am sure it’s very practical but I am also sure SIA could do better for their males stewards at least on par with the famous SIA Girl uniforms. Nevertheless, Aloysius filled out his suit pants very nicely – there was an obvious bulge in the front of his trousers where his package upset the smooth lines of his fly. This was made worse by the round mounds of ass in the back, pulling his suit trousers tight across his butt and distracting me every time he walked past my Suite.
From the start of the flight Al was very attentive (they all are in First Class!) and had he most amazing smile that filled his face. I couldn’t tell if this was a professional smile he used on everyone, or a flirty smile for me. In any case, it ultimately didn’t matter. We took off uneventfully and proceeded thru the pre-meal drinks and satay sticks, then through the starter, soup, salad, main, cheese and desert courses before finishing with coffee. By the time I finished my first movie (Deadpool), I was sleepy and closed my eyes for a while, eventually waking up half way through the flight. I made my way to the bathroom in the galley area, and came back out to find Al standing there, holding a pillow. He’d changed out of his SIA shirt and jacket and was standing there in a tight V-neck t-shirt along with his suit trousers. Obviously he was clocking off and about to go rest (the flight stewards switch out on a 14-hr flight). “So, off for your beauty sleep for the rest of the flight?” I asked him with my best flirty smile. “I’ll be back for the landing” he replied. “that’s a shame” I told him “why?” “Coz I have enjoyed being served by you and your beautiful smile…wish there was some way to repay the favour”. At this point I may have even winked a little bit. “What did you have in mind?” he asked. With that, I knew I had him hooked. “How about you come give my suite a turn-down service and we’ll figure the rest out” I replied, and then headed back to my suite.
Only a couple of minutes later he arrived at my seat. Earlier I had slept in my seat, so now I asked him to make up the bed for me (despite being out of uniform and off the clock now!) I stood in the aisle as Al closed the blinds to the Suite and dropped the table assembly to pull down the bed. He was bent over tucking the sheets in and I moved in close to the doorway, leaving very little room for Al to manoeuvre. So little in fact that as he worked his ass was basically pressed back into my crotch, rubbing against my hardening cock through my jeans. He finished the bed and stood up facing me, our faces inches apart. I shuffled around him until I was against the bed and he was in the suite doorway. I sat on the edge of the bed which gave Al enough room to squeeze back into the suite and close the doors. He took another blanket from its wrapping and draped it across the top of the doors and windows, making the suite more private, at least to the prying eyes of his colleagues who may pass by. As I sat on the bed and Al was facing away from me sorting out the blanket and doors, his arse was exactly at my eye level. I couldn’t resist, I reached up and cupped his globes in my hands, feeling the firm muscle through the unforgiving fabric. I pulled him close, leaning my head against his lower back and let my hands roam up under his t-shirt and across his abs. Maybe not the perfect six-pack but beautifully soft skin met my fingers, which I slide up and across his pecs, taking a second to tweak his nipples a little. Next I moved my hands back down to the button and fly on his trousers. I fumbled with these and Al helped me undo them, and I had the pleasure of sliding his suit trousers down over his thick meaty thighs, revealing the beauty of his buns in hot yellow Renoma underwear. After 7 hours of flying and food service, there was a slight musky aroma about him, all pure manliness that was like catnip to me and turned me on quickly. I pulled down his yellow briefs to be greeted with his two hemispheres, pale in comparison to the tan lines of his lower back and upper thighs. I cupped and stroked them with my hands, gently pulling them apart to give access to my tongue. I buried my face in there, aware that even in the middle of the night we didn’t have very long to join the Mile High Club – this was not an encounter for extended foreplay. I rimmed Al for a while, enjoying the feel of his arse in my hands and pressed either side of my face. Al was basically pushed up against the sliding door with his back arched and his ass pushed upwards to meet my eager tongue. I continued to taste his rosebud and reached between his legs to grab a handful of joy stick too. O. M. G. I was not ready or prepared for the sheer heft of his packed pants. His balls were on the larger side and hung low in a smooth, very stretched out scrotum. I spent a couple of minutes just gently stroking and pulling on his balls, marvelling at the smooth, loose skin. His cock was not fully hard yet, but clearly it was going to be a monster – at half-mast it was already weighty and already over 6” with girth to match. With his trousers and pants around his knees, I spun Al around on the spot until his cock was facing me. I tugged on his balls and took the entire length of his beautiful uncut meat into my mouth where is continued to grow and eventually choke me. Like a bad porn scene, I couldn’t believe this fabulous meat in front of me and I beat myself across the face and tongue with it a few times, amazed at the bulk of his man-bits. I figured a couple of blow-jobs each way and some mutual masturbation would be all we had time for, so I was a little surprised but also excited when Al leaned over and breathed in my ear: “I need you to fuck me”. Regular readers will know that these are my favourite words ever, and I was only too willing to oblige. But, nightmare, all I had was a small carry-on with my kindle and earphones – no lube or condoms. “Erm, I would love to” I told him, “but I don’t have any supplies in my bag” I said. “No problem” said Al as he quickly pulled up his pants and trousers and disappeared through the Suite door. Less than a minute later he returned, holding a couple of bottles of olive oil – the mini kind that they serve with your bread at lunch time. He’d brought a wicked grin with him too, and I was loving it. With the suite doors closed again, Al adjusted the blanket covering the mesh blinds and we both shuffled our pants and underwear off – his to the floor and mine to the end of the bed I was lying on. Illuminated only by a map of the world with a flight path on it on the screen above us, Al cracked open one of the mini-bottles of olive oil and dribbled a bit over my cock head. He used his thumb to rub it in, exposing my sensitive glans from under its skin and making me wriggle. After spreading the oil down the length of my shaft a little more with his fist, Al knelt next to the bed and leaned over to give me mile-high head. His mouth worked hard, up and down my shaft with varying degrees of pressure and intensity - I was flying pretty close to heaven. Al took his lips off my cock long enough to look at me with a dirty smirk on his face, “mmm your cock tastes like pizza”. Hahah I guess from the olive oil! Talking of which, Al then poured the better half of a miniature bottle of oil over my cock, then he climbed up on to the bed and with his knees either side of my chest he reached back and guided my rigid pole into the warm love tunnel to his spasm chasm. Al’s face was a look of pure concentration as his bit his lip and struggled to get my cock in. He seemed pretty tight and the olive oil was not a brilliant lubricant, but eventually I could feel his sphincter give way and my hard fuck-stick slid up inside him as Al gave out a stifled gasp and clamped his own hand over his mouth. His eyes grew wide as he continued to lower himself down my shaft, his stare of concentration piercing right through me. Al wiggled a bit more, and biting his lip began to slide back up my cock, settling into a rhythm of up ‘n’ down, up ‘n’ down. I was feeling pretty high I can tell you, as his arse massaged my cock, and my hands gripped his thick slabs of thigh, stroking his smooth skin and squeezing his amazing ass. After a couple of minutes, Al got up from his knees, and still keeping my olive oil cock inside, he managed to get up on to his feet with his knees pointed at my ears. In this position his head was bobbing up and down, actually going above the level of the Suite walls! I don’t actually know if any of his colleagues could see him, as I didn’t have a view of the cabin from lying down on the bed. But nevertheless, balanced on his feet, the power of Al’s thighs came in to play and he was able to rapidly bounce up and down on my cock. It felt so damn shiok I couldn’t contain myself and found myself bucking my hips, ramming my cock upwards to meet his arse, forcing my meat into the depths of his hole and feeling his cheeks hit my thighs with force with every bounce. I guess Al wasn’t expecting me to fuck him so hard and so quickly, coz this time his gasp wasn’t stifled, it was clearly a moan of pleasure that escaped his lips at the sensation of being battered by my bat. His breath was coming quickly now, panting with every thrust and as his eyes locked on mine and his eyebrows knitted in an expression of demonic passion, I realised how hot it was to be fucking a trolley dolly, a mile high in the air and lying naked in my own private air-suite. All too soon I started to feel the pressure build inside me, the heat that rises when I know I am getting close. Al’s eyes were screwed tight in either pain or pleasure; I am not sure. “I’m gonna cum!” I whispered, and Al opened his eyes to look down at me. “fuck yeah” he moaned, “give me your seed!”. With that he renewed his energetic bouncing on my cock and leaned back a little so I could see his heavy nuts slam down into my pubes with each thrust, and he reached back to grab my own conkers and give them a tug. That was it for me, I lost it. A dizzy lightness hit me between the eyes I could feel my essence rushing down my shaft and shoot pulses deep into Al’s guts. I shuddered involuntarily as my climax came to an end, my cock still quivering inside him, getting too sensitive now as Aloysius continued to bounce up and down, stroking his own cock as he chased his own relief. I returned the favour and pulled on his love eggs as he jerked and wiggled, teasing him to orgasm. The next minute, he surprised me with a lunge that launched him off my cock and against the bulkhead of the suite behind my pillow. His face slammed against the bed head and I wondered what the hell was going on when his javelin suddenly forced its way in to my mouth, roughly parting my lips as Al’s bounces transitioned into hard, fast face-fucking thrusts. Having just unloaded my cream inside him, I could hardly say no. Besides, a small part of me actually likes when the bottom boy gets rough and forces me into degrading acts. I was still grasping his ball sack as he repeated impaled my head against the bed. He used the partition behind me for leverage and was able to exert considerable force behind this face fuck – and I loved it! In seconds I could taste the warm, salty sensation hitting the back of my throat as his man juice bust from his nuts. His short, quick gasps with each throb of his cock accompanied the spurts of hot jism into my mouth, and I lapped it up. If a man is treating me to his seed like that, I believe it is only polite to swallow it, so I did, and eagerly continued sucking until I was sure that Al’s cock was clean. IN fact, I don’t think I could have stopped if I had tried, Al was so forceful at ramming his meat down my throat. His pulsating penis slowly subsided, his thrusts got smaller until he was just sitting on my chest, staring down at me with his softening cock between my lips. His look was one of animal lust, the raw desire on his face evident. In a flash (and perhaps with a little flourish) his expression changed instantly to his big, bright Air Steward smile. The absurdity of his professional grin with his cock in my mouth made me laugh out loud and Al giggled as he tried to shush me. AL slowly shuffled down the bed to my cock. It was still hard despite cumming a few minutes earlier – my cock always seems to stay solid for a while after I orgasm. (I think as a top I have trained it that way, so there is still some rigidity for the bottom’s orgasm after I have shot my wad). He slowly took me in his mouth again “just gotta clean up, don’t want to get the sheets dirty!” he winked as he slowly lapped at my cock-head to slobber up any remaining traces or jism. Ass-to-mouth, so hot! After a few gentle strokes of each other’s bodies and a little wind-down kissing, Al climbed off the bed and began reassembling his uniform. I reached down to the foot of the bed for my underwear and pulled my t-shirt back down over my chest. Aloysius grabbed the blanket that had given us privacy and with a flick covered me from chin to toe. He grabbed both ends of the seat belt and fastened them around me, cinching them tight. He leant over and gave me another quick kiss, and little pat on my cock and with a wink left the suite, closing the doors behind him. I drifted off into a deep sleep this time, with a smile on my face, the taste of his manhood lingering on my breath. I woke up with the smell of coffee in the cabin and another steward turned my bed back into a sofa. Aloysius would pass my suite now and again, and we exchanged smiles and glances during breakfast service. I made sure to leave my business card on the table when he came to collect my breakfast dishes – he glanced at it and raised his eyebrows with a cheeky expression. Maybe he will call me for some fun another day, but who knows. Sometimes a perfect moment should remain a perfect (and very hot) memory. We landed and taxied to the terminal, I grabbed my bags and was first off the plane. Of course, Aloysius was at the door to wish me farewell: “Thank you for choosing Singapore Airlines, I do hope you cum again!” I laughed and hurried up the ramp to beat the cheap-seats to immigration.
