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THE MILE HIGH CLUB by Steven Skelley
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The Mile High Club by Steven Skelley
Everyone who has ever flown by airplane has probably dreamed of joining the Mile High Club. Who wouldn't like to have sex tens of thousands of feet above the earth traveling at hundreds of miles per hour?
Unfortunately, modern flights and cramped quarters have made this dream an impossibility - unless you are very lucky. And somehow, I got very lucky on my flight one morning.
It all started in Venice, Italy.
I had scheduled a sightseeing adventure lasting several days that ended with a long flight back home. Venice is an extraordinary city with an incredible history and amazing architecture. Even the touristy gondoliers paddling slowly through the canals singing Italian songs are picture perfect. I enjoyed thoroughly my walks through the narrow, winding streets.
While visiting the Royal Gardens just outside St. Mark's Square, I stood and watched a talented local artist sketching the ancient buildings along the waterfront. I felt the sensation one sometimes feels when being watched. I turned my head to find a handsome young man staring at me as if I was a piece of art myself. When he noticed that I had caught him staring at me, he gave me a sheepish grin and a wink and then turned and walked away.
I followed him with my eyes as he walked along the main canal. He was about six feet tall. He had beautiful dark, wavy hair cut in an attractive yet masculine style. He walked with the ease and grace of an athlete and had the body of a man who exercised regularly and took care of himself. Plus - he had a great looking ass.
Suddenly something made him stop and turn. He caught me staring at him just as I had caught him staring at me just moments earlier. Our eyes met and I did the only thing i could think of - I gave him a wink and a smile to match the one he had given me earlier.
As I continued my sightseeing adventure around Venice, I would occasionally find myself feeling that funny feeling again. I'd turn and find Mr. Handsome taking another look at me from afar. Sometimes, I would come into a piazza and find him already there and I would get another chance to spy on him before he noticed.
After a while, I decided to stop at a sidewalk cafe and enjoy a cup of coffee. To my surprise, Mr. Handsome was just a few seats down from me. Our eyes met for what must have been the hundredth time and we both smiled. He motioned with his head to an empty chair beside him. I took my coffee and we shared a small cafe table.
Mr. Handsome looked into my eyes and then looked down at his cup of coffee before saying somewhat hesitantly, "I don't mean to offend you so please do not be upset if I am being too forward or if I misinterpreted your gestures earlier. I find you very attractive. When I first saw you there admiring the artist sketching the buildings along the canal, I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
I waited until Mr. Handsome had raised his head to look back into my eyes again and then I replied, "I am flattered that someone as handsome as you would find me attractive. I am very, very attracted to you. I couldn't take my eyes off of you either. I actually kept hoping I'd run into you again every time I turned a new corner!"
He laughed and I laughed with him.
He looked into my eyes sadly and said, "I wish I had longer to spend with you but I must go back to work in less than an hour. I wish we had met earlier so that we could have explored each other and so that I could kiss every inch of your body. I am so sorry but I must go. I will be daydreaming about you for a long time, my friend."
We shook hands regretfully and then he rose from his chair and disappeared into the throng of people wandering the Venetian streets.
My flight from Venice's Marco Polo airport was scheduled for the evening. Unfortunately, there were mechanical delays. My flight was being postponed several hours. The flight would not even depart Venice until almost midnight.
When it came time to finally board the plane, I found that there were very few passengers boarding with me. It would not be a full plane by far. As a matter of fact, I noticed that there were no passengers in the Business Class section yet at all.
I began to make my way back to Coach Class where I had booked my affordable seat. It was there that I got the surprise of my life - Mr. Handsome was standing just a few feet from me in the aisle of the airplane! Our eyes met just as they had in Venice earlier that day and we both grinned from ear to ear.
Mr. Handsome walked up to me and said, "Sir, may I see your ticket?"
Confused, I handed him my ticket.
He pursed his lips and quietly whispered "Shhhhhhh" into my ear before loudly saying, "Yes, sir. Please follow me. Your seat is in the Business Class section."
He took me into the empty Business Class section of the plane and helped me into a seat in the second row. These weren't the normal reclining seats either. They were the seats that made into fully-horizontal beds.
"I will be your cabin steward for this flight, sir," Mr. Handsome said. "Please make yourself comfortable and let me know if there is anything I can do to make your flight more pleasant."
When he said the word "pleasant," he gave me another wink and a smile.
The crew went through their pre-flight routine just like on any other flight I've taken anywhere. As I looked around at the seats near me in Business Class, I was surprised to find that none were filled with passengers. I knew that there were few people on the flight but I was shocked to see that I was still the only one in Business Class.
Mr. Handsome finished his pre-flight duties and then walked over to my seat and said quietly so that no one else could hear, "It looks like you are my only passenger tonight. I hope you know that you will be getting very special attention after the other passengers are asleep."
Mr. Handsome gently squeezed my shoulder and then winked at me before he walked away. The plane took off safely and we were soon cruising at the appropriate altitude and speed. Mr. Handsome walked back to the area that separated Business Class from Coach and closed the divider. I could no longer see into Coach and they could no longer see into Business Class.
It was at this moment that my cock began to stir in anticipation. I didn't know what was going to happen but I was definitely getting aroused. Midnight came and went sometime not long after we were in the air and morning arrived in the middle of a dark night thousands of feet in the air at hundreds of miles an hour.
I felt Mr. Handsome's hand settle gently on my shoulder and I realized that I must have dozed off. I looked up into his smiling face as he said, "I think it is time for a very special present for you. I think you deserve a Mile High experience now that most of the other passengers are asleep! My coworker will make sure we are not disturbed."
Mr. Handsome pushed my seat into the fully-horizontal position and gently guided me into a laying position. He sat on the side of my little bed and reached over to unfasten my belt. Then he unfastened my pants.
He gently unzipped my zipper and pulled my pants apart so that he could reach inside. His fingers gently reached inside my underpants and guided my cock out. Mr. Handsome stared at my cock hungrily as he began to stroke me with his fingertips. He licked his lips as he stroked my cock.
As soon as I was completely hard, Mr. Handsome bent down and wrapped his lips around my cock. At first, he just engulfed my cock's head with his lips. He held my cock head there and used a sucking technique just on my cock head. The feeling was incredible. I wanted more. I lifted my hips upward.
Mr. Handsome slid more of my cock into his mouth and began using his tongue to draw Figure Eights on the sensitive underside of my cock beneath the head. Around and around, I felt his tongue trace the shape of an eight on my cock.
After what seemed like and eternity of Figure Eights, Mr. Handsome went back to his sucking technique just on my cock head. He continued switching back and forth between sucking my head and tonguing Figure Eights on my sensitive shaft. I felt my orgasm coming closer and closer. I did my best not to cry out in ecstasy and awake the other passengers.
With the softest moan I could manage, I climaxed in Mr. Handsome's mouth. I squirted and squirted and squirted in intense orgasmic delight. Mr. Handsome swallowed every drop and let me spasm in his wonderful mouth until I was spent.
Mr. Handsome left me for a moment and then came back with a warm, wet towel. He gently cleaned my cock for me and then redressed me as I laid there in total satisfaction - unable to move a muscle.
Once Mr. Handsome had me completely dressed, he covered me in a blanket, kissed my forehead and said, "I hope you enjoyed your Mile High experience. I know I did."
For the rest of the flight, Mr. Handsome performed his job just like on any other flight. When we reached our destination, he thanked me for flying their airline and said he hoped I'd come again. No one but me noticed that he emphasized the part where he said he hoped I'd "cum again!"
I will always remember that morning when I joined the Mile High Club courtesy of the handsome man I met in beautiful Venice, Italy.
Everyone who has ever flown by airplane has probably dreamed of joining the Mile High Club. Who wouldn't like to have sex tens of thousands of feet above the earth traveling at hundreds of miles per hour?
Unfortunately, modern flights and cramped quarters have made this dream an impossibility - unless you are very lucky. And somehow, I got very lucky on my flight one morning.
It all started in Venice, Italy.
I had scheduled a sightseeing adventure lasting several days that ended with a long flight back home. Venice is an extraordinary city with an incredible history and amazing architecture. Even the touristy gondoliers paddling slowly through the canals singing Italian songs are picture perfect. I enjoyed thoroughly my walks through the narrow, winding streets.
While visiting the Royal Gardens just outside St. Mark's Square, I stood and watched a talented local artist sketching the ancient buildings along the waterfront. I felt the sensation one sometimes feels when being watched. I turned my head to find a handsome young man staring at me as if I was a piece of art myself. When he noticed that I had caught him staring at me, he gave me a sheepish grin and a wink and then turned and walked away.
I followed him with my eyes as he walked along the main canal. He was about six feet tall. He had beautiful dark, wavy hair cut in an attractive yet masculine style. He walked with the ease and grace of an athlete and had the body of a man who exercised regularly and took care of himself. Plus - he had a great looking ass.
Suddenly something made him stop and turn. He caught me staring at him just as I had caught him staring at me just moments earlier. Our eyes met and I did the only thing i could think of - I gave him a wink and a smile to match the one he had given me earlier.
As I continued my sightseeing adventure around Venice, I would occasionally find myself feeling that funny feeling again. I'd turn and find Mr. Handsome taking another look at me from afar. Sometimes, I would come into a piazza and find him already there and I would get another chance to spy on him before he noticed.
After a while, I decided to stop at a sidewalk cafe and enjoy a cup of coffee. To my surprise, Mr. Handsome was just a few seats down from me. Our eyes met for what must have been the hundredth time and we both smiled. He motioned with his head to an empty chair beside him. I took my coffee and we shared a small cafe table.
Mr. Handsome looked into my eyes and then looked down at his cup of coffee before saying somewhat hesitantly, "I don't mean to offend you so please do not be upset if I am being too forward or if I misinterpreted your gestures earlier. I find you very attractive. When I first saw you there admiring the artist sketching the buildings along the canal, I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
I waited until Mr. Handsome had raised his head to look back into my eyes again and then I replied, "I am flattered that someone as handsome as you would find me attractive. I am very, very attracted to you. I couldn't take my eyes off of you either. I actually kept hoping I'd run into you again every time I turned a new corner!"
He laughed and I laughed with him.
He looked into my eyes sadly and said, "I wish I had longer to spend with you but I must go back to work in less than an hour. I wish we had met earlier so that we could have explored each other and so that I could kiss every inch of your body. I am so sorry but I must go. I will be daydreaming about you for a long time, my friend."
We shook hands regretfully and then he rose from his chair and disappeared into the throng of people wandering the Venetian streets.
My flight from Venice's Marco Polo airport was scheduled for the evening. Unfortunately, there were mechanical delays. My flight was being postponed several hours. The flight would not even depart Venice until almost midnight.
When it came time to finally board the plane, I found that there were very few passengers boarding with me. It would not be a full plane by far. As a matter of fact, I noticed that there were no passengers in the Business Class section yet at all.
I began to make my way back to Coach Class where I had booked my affordable seat. It was there that I got the surprise of my life - Mr. Handsome was standing just a few feet from me in the aisle of the airplane! Our eyes met just as they had in Venice earlier that day and we both grinned from ear to ear.
Mr. Handsome walked up to me and said, "Sir, may I see your ticket?"
Confused, I handed him my ticket.
He pursed his lips and quietly whispered "Shhhhhhh" into my ear before loudly saying, "Yes, sir. Please follow me. Your seat is in the Business Class section."
He took me into the empty Business Class section of the plane and helped me into a seat in the second row. These weren't the normal reclining seats either. They were the seats that made into fully-horizontal beds.
"I will be your cabin steward for this flight, sir," Mr. Handsome said. "Please make yourself comfortable and let me know if there is anything I can do to make your flight more pleasant."
When he said the word "pleasant," he gave me another wink and a smile.
The crew went through their pre-flight routine just like on any other flight I've taken anywhere. As I looked around at the seats near me in Business Class, I was surprised to find that none were filled with passengers. I knew that there were few people on the flight but I was shocked to see that I was still the only one in Business Class.
Mr. Handsome finished his pre-flight duties and then walked over to my seat and said quietly so that no one else could hear, "It looks like you are my only passenger tonight. I hope you know that you will be getting very special attention after the other passengers are asleep."
Mr. Handsome gently squeezed my shoulder and then winked at me before he walked away. The plane took off safely and we were soon cruising at the appropriate altitude and speed. Mr. Handsome walked back to the area that separated Business Class from Coach and closed the divider. I could no longer see into Coach and they could no longer see into Business Class.
It was at this moment that my cock began to stir in anticipation. I didn't know what was going to happen but I was definitely getting aroused. Midnight came and went sometime not long after we were in the air and morning arrived in the middle of a dark night thousands of feet in the air at hundreds of miles an hour.
I felt Mr. Handsome's hand settle gently on my shoulder and I realized that I must have dozed off. I looked up into his smiling face as he said, "I think it is time for a very special present for you. I think you deserve a Mile High experience now that most of the other passengers are asleep! My coworker will make sure we are not disturbed."
Mr. Handsome pushed my seat into the fully-horizontal position and gently guided me into a laying position. He sat on the side of my little bed and reached over to unfasten my belt. Then he unfastened my pants.
He gently unzipped my zipper and pulled my pants apart so that he could reach inside. His fingers gently reached inside my underpants and guided my cock out. Mr. Handsome stared at my cock hungrily as he began to stroke me with his fingertips. He licked his lips as he stroked my cock.
As soon as I was completely hard, Mr. Handsome bent down and wrapped his lips around my cock. At first, he just engulfed my cock's head with his lips. He held my cock head there and used a sucking technique just on my cock head. The feeling was incredible. I wanted more. I lifted my hips upward.
Mr. Handsome slid more of my cock into his mouth and began using his tongue to draw Figure Eights on the sensitive underside of my cock beneath the head. Around and around, I felt his tongue trace the shape of an eight on my cock.
After what seemed like and eternity of Figure Eights, Mr. Handsome went back to his sucking technique just on my cock head. He continued switching back and forth between sucking my head and tonguing Figure Eights on my sensitive shaft. I felt my orgasm coming closer and closer. I did my best not to cry out in ecstasy and awake the other passengers.
With the softest moan I could manage, I climaxed in Mr. Handsome's mouth. I squirted and squirted and squirted in intense orgasmic delight. Mr. Handsome swallowed every drop and let me spasm in his wonderful mouth until I was spent.
Mr. Handsome left me for a moment and then came back with a warm, wet towel. He gently cleaned my cock for me and then redressed me as I laid there in total satisfaction - unable to move a muscle.
Once Mr. Handsome had me completely dressed, he covered me in a blanket, kissed my forehead and said, "I hope you enjoyed your Mile High experience. I know I did."
For the rest of the flight, Mr. Handsome performed his job just like on any other flight. When we reached our destination, he thanked me for flying their airline and said he hoped I'd come again. No one but me noticed that he emphasized the part where he said he hoped I'd "cum again!"
I will always remember that morning when I joined the Mile High Club courtesy of the handsome man I met in beautiful Venice, Italy.
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You'll find more stories like this in The Gay Romance Dreams: Romantic short stories for lovers of gay bears, mature men, chubs and chasers
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Steven Skelley and Thomas Routzong
Copyright 2021 Sunny Harbor Publishing Sunny Harbor Publishing, Rockledge, FL 32955 Phone: 321-252-9874 Email: [email protected] Website: www.SunnyHarborPublishing.org 
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