Mile High Seaman

I had just graduated instrument technology school in the East.  I gained my 2nd Lt's bar on graduation.  I had my orders.  I was on my way to Luke AFB in Arizona.  I was flying on commercial flight orders from JFK Airport.  I had about an hour before boarding and I stopped for a beer at a deli-bar a few yards from my gate.  It was pretty crowded but I found a seat at the bar.  The very pretty bartender came right over.

"This must be my day for gorgeous servicemen."  She nodded her head toward a sailor in whites, at the other end of the bar.

I thanked her and waited for my beer.  I looked in the mirror behind the bar.  Geez, I was good looking.  My square, chin dimpled face and my crisp, curly dark brown hair.  I could see the sailor also in the mirror.  He was shorter than me.  I'm 6'1'; he must have been 5'6". While I was, I guess, classically handsome, I would trade for what he had.  He was stocky with heavy thighs.  He had reddish blond hair, close cut and a round face with stub nose, full lips and pale

blue eyes.  His whole manner was rakish and cheeky.  He was a dish and could have made a fortune hustling.  Just as my beer came, I realized that he had seen me looking at him and he smirked and winked.  I immediately set to polishing off my beer and forced myself not to look at him.

Finally, after a 15 min. delay they announced the plane boarding. I got on and found my way to my seat.  It was a plane with two seats on each side of the aisle (the Air Force always finds the cheap flights.)

My seat was by the window.  I had checked my two flight bags and only had a briefcase with me.  I shoved it under the seat and sat back hoping I wouldn't get a screaming kid or a fat guy in the empty seat.  In a few moments before takeoff the sailor I had seen at the bar was making his way up the aisle a bit unsteadily, his white canvas sea bag on one shoulder.  His face was red from running to not miss the plane and from the beers he had drunk.  He stopped at the empty seat next to me and said “Hey Louey, we're seat mates."

He opened the compartment and hoisted his bag into the bin.  He had to jam it in.  As he did this,. he stood up and stretched his armed and pushed.  His middy rose and as his back was to me, I could look all I wanted.  The exposed skin was very pale white and a fine patch of baby hair, red-gold in color was exposed just below his waist.  With a grunt, the bag slipped into the bin.  He looked down at me with a grin, turned and sank down on the seat with a grunt and

sigh.  I could smell the, not unpleasant yeasty order of beer coming from his pores.  He was sweating.

He turned to me.  "I'm Dale."  I shook hissomewhat sweaty ham of a hand and replied, "Bob here."

No more talk.  We departed the gate and thankfully the plane was quickly in the air.  His eyes were blinking and soon he let out of sigh and feel asleep, his breath slightly adenoidal.  I tried to sleep  but this cute guy, frankly, was giving me an immense hardon.  The combination of his sexy smell and his powerful thigh against mine was getting me hot.

I began to detect that his leg was pushing against mine.  I also noticed that his breathing had changed.  I glanced at his full basket and could see a fat snake of a cock sneaking down the side of his thigh.

There was no doubt now, we were diddling with each other.  I let my arm rest on his leg.  He spread is legs slightly and rubbed his growing mound.  Then he sat up.  Smirked me and said "You ever joined the mile-high club?"  I looked at him dumbly.  He grabbed my leg in his hand and said, "See you in the head".

He walked, somewhat waggly, toward the rear.  I waited a few minutes.  I followed.  The door to one of the latrines was half opened and he stood in the doorway, smiling and nodding at me.  I came close and grabbed me and shoved me in and pushed me so I was sitting on the toilet.

"This is your lucky day," he said, "You're going to get what you have been hoping for since the bar."  As he spoke he opened his fly and pulled out a fat, pink, uncut cock.  "Quick, taste it.  I haven't cum in days.”

I opened his belt buckle.  He tried to stop me.  He wanted a zipless fuck but that's not my style.  Finally he gave up and I pulled

his pants down then the white navy-issued boxers.  He strong legs were revealed, covered with downy red and gold hair.  His balls were in a large heavy skinned sack which stood out and supported his thick cock. As I handled it, the red head protruded.  "I'm getting nuts.  Suck already."

I leaned in and wet it with my tongue.  He grunted in pleasure. I looked up.  He was smiling in satisfaction.  I kept my eyes on him as I began a very carefully orchestrated blow job.  This would be the best he ever got in his young life.  As I proceeded, licking the underside, moving his foreskin, sucking on the piss hole, his smile began to fade.

He was going into a serious sex orbit.  He began to breathe heavily, a hoarse rasp punctuating each intake.  He face became very serious.  His body began to shake, his eyes rolled up and he thrust forward, beginning to go into his orgasm.  "Holy shit," he became intone, over and over.   I felt a rush of thick delicious cum fire into my mouth.  He lurched three more times, spewing a tremendous load.  He stood for a moment, sweating and shaking.  "I want more.  I’m so horny!” He lifted me off the toilet effortlessly, and leaned over the closed cover, his fuzzy ass exposed, his very pink hole could in full view.

"Fuck me, fuck. If you're man enough."

I grabbed on to his smooth hips, stared at his big beautiful ass and plowed in.  He howled in pleasure.  "Keep it up.  Shoot in my hole.  Come on Bobby, don't be a fag."  At that I doubled my efforts, beginning to feel my upper legs getting buzzy.

“I'm going to come in your hole, seaman.  You want it don’t you?  Can you come again?”

“Oh yeah. Yes I do.” he groaned.  "Jerk me."

I reached around and grabbed his cock. Indeed, it was hard.  I timed my strokes on his cock to my plunging in and out.  A moment later I felt his cock get harder and it began pulsing out thick robes.  His ass tightened and I almost blacked out as I shot heavily  into his red haired hole.

The two of us were spent.  We waited until we had some semblance of control, and dressed.  I slipped out first.  No one seemed to notice me. I got back in my seat.  I turned around to see him exit the can. He sat and tugged at his pant legs, letting his thighs spread.  I looked over to see a wet spot at his crotch.  He avoided eye contact, but still had a slight grin.  Our legs still touching, I drifted off to sleep.