Sexy Airplane Encounter

Henri and Jon: An unexpected mid-air encounter

Unbeknown to each other, Henri and Jon were booked onto the same flight from Hong Kong to Paris. The two men had never met but in fact shared lots in common. At the check in desk, Jon had noticed Henri who was a few places ahead of him in the queue. Henri was well-dressed and well-groomed; he looked sophisticated and handsome. French or Italian, Jon thought to himself. Jon watched intently as Henri collected his boarding pass and moved confidently towards security and immigration. As he waiting in line to check in, he wondered whether he would be lucky enough to be sat near him on the plane.

The next time Jon noticed Henri was when he got into the short queue to security. He watched as Henri took out his laptop from his bag, took off his jacket and waited to be called through the body scanner. Jon eyed Henri up and down from the back and liked what he saw. Henri was obviously well built, the shape of his firm buttocks and strong back obvious through the smart clothes. He was conscious that his mind was wandering and he felt is cock stiffen a little. He desperately tried to think of something else because it wouldn’t be long before he would have to take off his jacket and get into the scanner. He didn’t want people or the machine to notice the bulge in the front of his trousers. He smiled to himself as he wondered whether a hard on would set off the alarm!

Once the two men were through security there was an hour or so to kill before boarding and so Jon went to browse around the duty free shopping. He quite forgot about Henri until they were boarding. He watched as Henri showed the steward on the gate his boarding pass and went down the walkway into the plane. Jon dismissed the idea that they might be sat close together on the plane, that sort of thing never happened to him.

Eventually Jon walked into the plane, showed his boarding pass to the stewardess and followed her directions down the plane. He was looking up to identify his row and seat number and it was only when he was placing his bag in the overhead locker that he realized this was his lucky night after all. As fate would have it, his seat was right next to the handsome man he had been watching. Was this fate?

As nonchalantly as possible he lowered himself into the seat next to Henri who was sat cross-legged reading the in-flight magazine.

‘Hello’ he said politely and Henri looked up from his magazine, smiled and replied,

‘Hello’

Jon was immediately struck by Henri’s sexy French accent, not very pronounced but just enough. He smiled to himself thinking that had had been right in his original assumption about Henri’s nationality.

The two men didn’t say anything for a while but rather just prepared themselves for the flight ahead. It was the Frenchman Henri who eventually broke the silence.

‘Are you on the way home?’ he asked.

‘No, actually I live in Hong Kong now, I’m just going to my second home in France for a few days rest’.

‘That’s nice’ said Henri, ‘where is your house, if you don’t mind me asking’?

‘No, not at all’, said Jon, ‘it’s in Gascony, South West France.

‘That’s a coincidence’, smiled Henri, ‘I come from near that area originally but I live in Paris now. I am just visiting Hong Kong for business’.

The ice was broken and the two men struck up a natural and pleasant conversation. Jon who didn’t normall speak to other passengers was really warming to his new travel companion; he seemed genuinely nice and interesting and he was very attractive with beautiful twinkling eyes. Before they knew it, the plane was accelerating down the runway and taking off into the dark evening sky. Jon was content knowing that he was going to be sat next to Henri for twelve hours. For once he was looking forward to a long flight.

Neither man said anything else until the plane had reached its cruising height and the fasten seat belt lights had been turned off by the Captain. Henri undid his seat belt and stood up.

‘Excuse me, can I just get something out of the locker please’. He asked.

‘Sure’, No problem’, replied Jon who was sat in the aisle seat.

‘It’s OK, don’t get up’ said Henri, ‘I can squeeze past’.

Jon watched as Henri squeezed between him and the seat in front facing forwards as he did so. He was given a great close up of Henri’s firm buttocks and he felt his cock stir a little. It really was the sort of bottom he liked, strong and masculine. He had a sudden desire to caress it but managed to resist the temptation. Jon was gay and proud of it but he knew nothing about Henri’s sexuality and did not want to risk an altercation at 35,000 feet. Once out in the aisle Henri reached up to open the locker turning to face Jon as he did so. Whether he was doing it deliberately or not Jon didn’t know, but Henri spent ages searching for something in the overhead locker. All the time his crotch was very close to Jon who tried not to watch too intently. He couldn’t help it though because the bulge in Henri’s trousers was right at eye level and literally no more than a few cm away. As Henri stretched up Jon could see a bit of his stomach as his shirt was pulled up. His skin was dark and hairy. Jon was suddenly aware that his mouth felt dry. Out of the corner of his eyes he studied the bulge in Henri’s trousers. He could definitely see the outline of a cock he was sure! This time he resisted the temptation to undo the zipper, take it out and start sucking it. Nevertheless he was now fully hard himself as his imagination ran riot.

‘Sorry about that’ said Henri when he had finally located what he was looking for.

‘Not a problem’ said Jon, who was only sorry that the show was over. He was able to take another good look at Henri’s sexy bum as it squeezed its way back into the seat next to him. Jon hoped that his hard on wasn’t apparent and he had to conceal it by placing his hands on his lap.

The men continued to chat about this and that, easy in each other’s company. There seemed to be some chemistry between them although neither discussed their sexuality or sexual interests. Jon’s hard on came and went several times during the first part of the flight. He became erect every time he thought about Henri and on the few occasions when their legs brushed together.

After a meal that was not too bad by airline standards and a few bottles of red wine, the aircraft lights were dimmed.

‘I think I’m going to get a few hours sleep now, I’m feeling a little tired and I have an important meeting tomorrow.’ Said Henri.

Jon was disappointed that their conversation appeared to be finished and he watched as Henri put his seat back and covered his lap with his blanket.

‘Sure, I understand’ Jon replied. ‘I’m going to watch a movie and then get some rest too’. Jon decided to watch a film and have another bottle of wine. He added somewhat suggestively:

‘If I fall asleep and you need to get out, just climb over me, I won’t mind’. The thought of Henri climbing all over Jon was quite exciting. His cock started to rise once again. He had lost count of the number of erections he had had on this flight.

‘No worries, I’ll try not to disturb you, goodnight” said Henri with what Jon thought was a knowing smile.

‘Sleep well, sweet dreams’, Jon replied.

After a while, Jon was suddenly aware that Henri, seemingly asleep, was leaning over so his head was resting on Jon’s shoulder. Jon thought about waking Henri up or moving it but he decided it wasn’t doing any harm and besides, he quite liked the feeling of closeness. He was aware again of his cock hardening. Jon became aware of Henri’s breath ever so slightly on his neck and this made him even harder. He was so turned on by this stranger whom he had only met that night but who was now in physical contact with him.

The plane was dark and most people had gone to sleep or were concentrating on their film. The cabin crew had long finished clearing away the dinner and had stopped moving up and down the cabin. Jon was a bit tipsy from the wine and immensely turned on. He couldn’t resist sliding a hand under Henri’s blanket and resting it slightly on Henri’s outer thigh. He left it there to see if there was any reaction from Henri. There wasn’t. Henri continued to rest his head on Jon’s shoulder. Emboldened by this Jon began to gently caress Henri’s leg and moved his hand onto the top of Henri’s thigh. He was aware now of his own breathing as the excitement coursed through his veins. What would happen if Henri woke up to find Jon’s hand on his thigh?! He decided that if that happened and Henri was offended, he would just pretend to be asleep himself. He kept his hand there for a while but again there was no resistance, if anything it appeared that Henri was snuggling in even closer.

Slowly but surely Jon’s hand moved up Henri’s leg and was now on the inside of the thigh rather than the top. Jon heard Henri sigh a little and open his legs ever so slightly. This was all the encouragement he needed and he moved his hand up to Henri’s crotch. Jon was immediately aware of the extra heat on his hand and he slowly moved his palm over what was unmistakably a large hard cock.

He didn’t know whether Henri was asleep or not but he was certainly not making any protest. Jon continued to rub Henri’s cock through his trousers only stopping occasionally if someone walked down the aisle to go to the toilet. Jon fumbled for the zipper on Henri’s trousers and slowly lowered it before sliding his hand inside. He knew for certain Henri was hard now as he caressed his cock through his pants. Still Henri made no effort to stop him. Jon found the opening to Henri’s boxers and slid his fingers inside. As his fingers found the flesh of Henri’s cock he heard him moan slightly. With a bit of maneuvering Jon was able to release Henri’s cock from inside his pants and trousers. He couldn’t believe that he had the shaft of a hard cock in his hands on an plane; it was very exciting.

He wrapped his hand around the thick warm shaft and slowly started to rub it up and down. He was aware now that Henri was making little moaning sounds, asleep or not, he was enjoying it too! With his thumb Jon caressed the sensitive skin on the top of Henri’s cock and he could feel it become slippery with the pre-cum that was leaking out. Jon slowly and expertly wanked Henri’s cock up and down squeezing every now and then.

When he was sure no one in the plane was watching he slowly lifted up the blanket and took a look underneath. Although it was dark he could see his hand wrapped round the thick shaft of Henri’s cock. With his hand around the base there was a good inch of shaft visible at the top as well as a lovely mushroom-shaped head. It was not massive ‘porn star’ size but it was long and thick enough to be very desirable indeed. The perfect cock he thought to himself and for this moment in time at least, it was all his. He had worked out before that Henri was uncut and now as he moved his hand up the shaft he could see the skin cover the tip of Henri’s swollen cock. He watched himself wank the shaft up and down a few times mesmerized by the disappearance and then reappearance of the head.

Once again he glanced around, there was no movement on the plane and most people were fast asleep. Jon couldn’t resist moving Henri’s head off his shoulder (there was no sign of him waking up) and leaning down and over. He put his head under the blanket and lovingly took the tip of Henri’s cock into his mouth. He simply hadn’t been able to resist it. It felt so good to suck on Henri’s cock. He really wanted to give his fellow passenger a great experience, one that he would never forget. As he closed his wet, warm mouth enveloping the moist cock head he wondered whether this would qualify one or both of them for the ‘mile high’ club.

Jon squeezed the base of Henri’s cock and began sucking hard, moving his mouth up and down in long slow rhythmic movements. He was in heaven as his throat relaxed and more and more of Henri’s strong member slid down his willing throat. When just the head was in his mouth he would move his hand up the shaft and squeeze it even harder. He was trying to coax out some pre-cum and after a few times he was not disappointed. He could taste and feel the silky liquid as it emerged from the slit. He used his tongue to gather it and swirl it around the top of Henri’s cock.

He had been swallowing Henri’s cock for a good few minutes before he became nervous that someone might wake up and see what was going on. Reluctantly he stopped sucking and they resumed their previous position with Henri again resting his head on Jon’s shoulder and Jon massaging Henri’s cock under the blanket. Whilst not quite as exciting, it still felt like a wonderful connection and it was considerably less obvious that something was happening.

Jon really wanted to make Henri cum but didn’t want to make a mess of his clothes. He thoughtfully used one of the napkins to create a ‘safety net’ for the ejaculation. Once that was in place he renewed the wanking of Henri’s cock but this time a bit harder and faster.

All of a sudden Henri’s body tensed a little and his moaning became a little more audible. Jon realized what was happening but didn’t stop. He felt the shaft of Henri’s cock thicken and then his hand became warm, wet and sticky as Henri came. The muscles on Henri’s face tightened each time he spurted large loads of cum. Jon continued to slowly pump Henri’s cock squeezing every bit out. Henri’s body started to relax as his orgasm subsided whilst Jon kept hold of his softening wet cock.

Once Henri’s cock was less rigid, Jon used the napkin to lovingly clean Henri’s cock wiping away all the cum. He then managed to replace the dry, clean semi-erect cock back inside the pants and pulled up the zipper. He removed his hand and the napkin from under the blanket; they were both wet and sticky with Henri’s cum. Jon folded the napkin as best he could and put it in his pocket. It was his souvenir and would be a constant reminder of his high altitude adventure. There was still a bit of cum on his fingers, which he then licked off. It tasted sweet.

The two guys rested like that for a while. It was as if nothing had happened but after a few minutes Henri moved his mouth closer to Jon’s ear and simply whispered

‘Merci’. He hadn’t been asleep after all!

Jon smiled and said, ‘You’re very welcome, believe me, the pleasure was all mine and there’s still half the flight to go!’