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By Wil(liam) U. Doomey It had been a truly horrible couple of weeks - no time off, lots of work and no "extracurricular" fun. Then my bossed called me in and said "We need you to drop everything and fly to Australia right away." Great now I would have work even harder to get things organized and then rush half way around the world. There goes my social life! I threw some clothes into a bag, grabbed my passport and made a mad dash to the airport without even time to change out of my suit before the flight. I got to the airport and rushed onto the plane. A sought of swishy flight attend came up and said "Having trouble finding your seat?" "No I know exactly where it is - the last row, window. Thanks." "Ok, I'm Roger and I hope you are flying with me tonight," he replied. Running my eyes up and down his taught young frame I thought I could do worse - but nothing ever happens on a plane. I climbed back through what seemed like hundreds of rows on the jumbo jet of screaming babies, overweight, poorly dressed middle age tourists, and all the rest to find my designated seat. Blissfully wedged in with a window, one seat next to it, nothing but the galley past that, nothing behind as this was the last row and a mass of humanity in front of me. As the plane filled up I kept hoping at least the seat next to me might be open. "G'day mate - I think that's my seat there." My hopes were crushed as I was startled into a realization that someone was talking to me. Looking up I realized a young man of maybe 20 was standing over me looking longingly at the seat covered with my books. He stood a good six feet tall, short cropped sandy hair, big blue eyes and a nice grin. I caught myself thinking, well at least I will enjoy the view of the next 20 hours! "Is there a problem hear," I heard as Roger the flight attendant descended. "No problem mate, this bloke is picking up his books for me." "And where do you think you are going to stuff that thing?" Roger asked looking at an ungamely backpack over the guy's shoulder. "I'll just stuff it up here in the locker- I'm good at stuffing things mate." "Well I am sure you are!" Soon we were in conversation and I found out he was 21 years old and from Sydney. "I'm Kyle. I've been studying in New York - but now I am going home for some fun," he said with a bit of a twinkle in his eye. "I'm William but everyone calls me Wil." "First trip to Australia, Wil? May be I can show you around down under!" Everything was going to be fine… "Ladies and gentleman, this is your pilot speaking. I am sorry to interrupt but before we dim the lights for the night, I wanted to apologize for the cabin temperature. I know some of you are feeling a little warm but that is the best we can do on this plane. I hope its not to uncomfortable for you." "Well dam if this plane is going to roast like the beach I am going to dress for the beach!" Kyle announced and with that he jumped to his feet and over the head flew his rugby shit. Now this is getting interesting I thought. He had a very thin low cut, sleeveless T-shirt underneath that was rather lose fitting. As he sat back down I was able to drink in the sights of his firm well defined arms and a nice patch of short pale chest hair spread across his fair skin. "Sleep tight mate" and with that he put his head back. I sat there enjoying the improved view. "Are you going to fidget all night mate?" he asked. "You seem to be doing a lot of squirming in that seat." "Not real comfortable here," I explained, "what with this suit, the temperature and these lousy plane seats." "Why don't you change out of the suit," he asked and I explained that I had forgotten to put something into my carry on bag in the haste to make the plane. "Well I have an extra pair of jeans and a T if you want in my bag." And with that he jumped to his feet and started groping around in the overhead. Before my hesitation passed he was tossing me some clothing. "Go ahead mate, no ones looking. Wiggle out of those duds and you will be a lot more comfortable." I have always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak in me, but still I was not sure about stripping down in front of this hot dude in the middle of a plane at 40,000 feet over the Pacific Ocean. Yet the very thought of it made me start to think about the possibilities. With a little more urging from him my hands engaged before my brain and suddenly I found myself unbuttoning my shirt. "Now that's more like it mate." I realized as I opened each button my seat mate was staring with greater interest. Slowly I pulled back my shirt to reveal my broad chest covered with a dark furry forest of my soft curly chest hairs. Thank god I work out! I took my hand and ran it slowly down brushing against my chest. I started to trace down my happy trail to from my bellybutton and to my waistband and all the while his eyes remained glued on me. Next I popped the button on the waistband of my slacks and pulled the shirt free - thinking to myself -how far am I willing to go. But then I saw him lick his lips every so slightly and I had my answer. So slowly I lowered my zipper - I was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs - but I was not ready to show him just everything yet. So instead I took my hand and slowly stroked it back up my chest, stopping to quickly flick on my nipples before sitting forward in the seat and pulling the shirt free by the collar. Glancing back over to Kyle from the corner of my eye I realized the show was having the desired effect. I saw the first signs of a bulge rising in his tight jeans! So next I decided to run my hand back down my chest stopping again at first my left nipple and then my right. I circled them and then gave each a tug between my forefinger and thumb. Then I spread out my fingers burying them into my soft chest hair and slowly slide towards the pants. Without looking over I hooked my finger on the waistband and slowly began to wiggle my hips as if in a vain effort to get out of my pants. I thrust my hips upwards slightly and began tugging the pants down. Shooting over a quick glance from the corner of my eye I confirmed the continuing impact on my now suspecting victim! So I pulled my pants down and in the process purposely caught a little too much of the briefs so as to pull them lower and reveal the top of my forest of public hair. With the pants to my ankles I continued to formulate my next steps. Slowly I ran my hand over the bulge in my briefs. I was quickly rising to the occasion. At first I ran my hand over the top of the fabric, stopping to squeeze my quickly hardening 7 inches. Then I outlined it in my briefs - and oh what the hell - I reached in and gave it a firm tug. With one had firmly wrapped around my now fully erect cock and the other playing with my firm left nipple, the outcome was assured. I stopped and next shot Kyle my first real glance since the show began and he was sitting transfixed, with one hand firm on his own crotch and he short me a sort of coy smile. His eyes said it all "Go for it mate." So with that I slide down my briefs, at first revealing my red mushroom head and then realizing it was now or never pulled my full masted glory out and wrapped my hand firmly around the thick shaft. As soon as my hand got there it knew what I wanted and it started stroking at first slowly, then a few quick strokes and then back to a few slow ones. I sent my other hand to explore my thick hanging balls which had already begun to churn getting ready to produce Kyle's reward. What happened next was a truly unexpected pleasure. So involved in my own joy and I had almost missed that Kyle was now in the process of pulling down his own pants to reveal the sweetest looking uncut cock I had ever seen. Rising from a neat small blond patch of hair was the most perfectly formed cock, it was lying out across his left thigh stretched a good 6 inches or more and still soft! The shaft was perfectly smooth with just a few soft hairs at its base. Below hung his balls the size of walnuts. Slightly darker than his fair skin I soaking up the sight. At the end of the shaft I could only see the puckered lips hiding his head and he added to my pleasure pushing his T-shirt up to reveal more of his tight abs covered with soft blond fur. He brushed his right hand over the shaft all the while keeping his eyes fixed on my shaft which was pointing straight up my belly enjoying the warmth of my hand slowly caressing the rock hard shaft. Kyle's hand began to slowly stroke his own shaft and on the down stroke he revealed for the first time the tip of his head as the skin slowly slide down the shaft. As he let go the skin would slide back up his shaft and the head would fade from view. He was getting hard very fast. What had started out a 6 inches was now passing 7 and heading to at least 8! The skin continued to slide up and down the shaft. More and more of his head began to appear - clearly he was having a problem keeping it inside the wrapping. He pulled the skin up tight over the head of his shaft and gave it a good hard squeeze and as his hand slide downward again the full head appeared for the first time. Suddenly he took his left hand and pinched at the tip as his other hand pulled all the skin downwards. I had never seen an uncut man play with himself before. My own hands were really getting into it. I released my grip for a moment and my shaft stood at full attention and I saw a bead of pre-cum ooze out of my slit and down my head and shaft. I decided to take it on to my finger and without looking a Kyle plunged my fingers into my mouth to taste the first of my salty juices. A soft moan to my right confirmed that I was having the desired effect. My other hand was working my chest and nipples again. They were firm sending pulses through my entire body. My balls were pulling tight and churning up a good load. My right hand began stroking my shaft, again at first slow but then faster and faster. Now I needed to pump out a load of sweet juice for Kyle. I took my left hand and put it firmly on balls rolling them gently against my palm. My right had was now really going at it with a continued ooze of pre-cum helping to lube the way. Looking back over at Kyle he had both hand firmly wrapped around his beautiful meat. He would run them up and down with the skin sliding up almost to cover the head and then back to reveal it all. Alternating he would stop every so often, holding the skin drawn tight and pinch the head of his cock. It appeared redder than my own and he would thrust forward his hips and squirm in joy. He continued to moan very softly. Kyle was matching me stroke for stroke and then some. With all the sexual energy I knew it was not long now. I could feel my balls preparing a big load and my hand was moving faster and faster on my shaft. Suddenly my hips pushed forward and I drew in my breath - splash - splash - spaaaalsh - hot juices came rushing from my cock hitting onto my stomach and chest. Lost in my own ecstasy as my load erupted. Sitting there hold my cock, my head pushed back, my cock twitched, my balls churned and my load was rushing forth. I popped a big load of sticky, hot white cum all over my belly and one shot flew up between my nipples landing in my chest hair. Suddenly I realized I was not alone as a soft moan came close to my ear and I looked over to see Kyle's head back his blue eyes opened to twice their normal size - busting forth from the end of his cock was a geyser of cum shooting up into the air hitting the back of the seat, falling to his chest and some even came towards me. He produced four streams of sweet cum in rapid succession, covering everything in range. They do everything big in Australia I later learned! Slowly his hand came to a rest holding his still hard cock. My own was rapidly going limp in my hand and my eyes we rolling back in the final moments of joy when suddenly another warm glob landed firmly on my chest! I opened my eyes wondering how did Kyle do it - and realized standing in the middle of the aisle, fly open, with a firm 6 inches as thick as a beer can stood Roger our flight attendant. Kyle and I had an audience that we had not seen in the galley - providing us a final cream. One big continuous stream came from his beer can cock flying across both Kyle and myself with a warm plop! Then as quickly as he appeared Roger retreated back into the galley leaving Kyle and myself in amazement! For a while we sat still and then I reached down a whipped up the mess using the T shirt Kyle had given me! He pulled back up his pants and closed his eyes but yet that coy grin remained! We both drifted off to sleep. In the morning I awoke to find Kyle still smiling in his sleep. Glancing down his body I wondered had we really done it the night before? Then on the seat in front of Kyle I saw the stains and smiled a contented smile. Later before we landed in Australia I asked Kyle if he wanted me to give him back his jeans and T-shirt. "No dude you keep them as a souvenir of Australia - and if you can sleep when you get their I put my address in the pocket!" But that's another story….

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