The Mile High Club

I walked through the airport, the dull roar of the large crowd filling my ears. I made my way to the proper gate and sat down, pulling out a book. I attempted to block out the noise of the busy terminal without success. People were practically screaming. I looked around, trying to find the source of the screaming. My eyes fell on a group of four guys, being obnoxious and recording a video on a small camera. I quickly looked away as one of the boys caught me staring. 

Damn, I thought, he is really cute.

I glanced back over at the group and the boy smirked and went back to goofing off with his friends. I smiled and shook my head, going back to my book. Every few minutes I glanced at the boy, but he wasn't paying any attention to me. Finally a voice came over the speakers.

'Now boarding first class.'

I stowed my book and shouldered my bag, making my way towards the ticket counter. I glanced to where the group of boys were, but they had moved. I eventually made it to the counter and handed the worker my ticket. She scanned it and waved me through. I looked at my ticket for my seat and walked down the isle, trying to find it. When I go to my seat, I stuck my bag in the overhead storage and sat down. I pulled out my book and started reading it again, making myself comfortable in my seat.

'Can I sit here?' I heard a voice ask. I nodded without looking up. I felt a body plop down in the seat next to me. I looked over to the owner of the voice. I gasped slightly. I was the boy from the terminal. He smirked at me.

"Hi, I'm Drew." he said, flashing his white teeth at me.

"Mark," I said, smiling slightly. He leaned in, looking at the book I was reading. I could smell his cologne, and it smelled delicious.

"Wacha reading?" he asked. I shifted nervously. 

"It's...uh....John Green." I said. 

"Never heard of him!" he said brightly, pulling out a magazine and flipping through it. We sat in silence for q while. I kept glancing over at Drew, his eyes scanning the pages of his magazine. I finished my book, closed it and looked over at Drew. His eyes were closed, his head slumped against his seat, his mouth open slightly. I smiled and shook my head, leaning back and closing my eyes. I drifted off, the rumble of the plane, the last thing I heard. 

When I woke up, Drew was leaning on my shoulder. God he was so adorable when he slept. I gently shook him. 

"Drew. Drew! I gotta pee!" he opened one eye and grinned. 

"What a coincidence," he said, "so do I." He had a mischievous look in his eye. 

"Oh! I...uhm...okay." I stammered.

He stood up, "Follow me in three minutes." he said, walking to the bathroom at the front of the cabin. He looked at me and smirked, closing the door behind him. I glanced nervously around, butterflies in my stomach. I saw the sign on the bathroom switch to 'open' and I got up, walking quickly to the door. I opened it and quickly stepped inside. Drew was sitting on the sink, his pants undone. He reached out and grabbed my shirt, pulling me close to him, our faces inches apart. He smirked. 

"Hi." I said, nervously.

He brought his lips to mine, kissing me roughly. I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing my body as close to his as I could. He stood up and pushed me against the wall, girding on me heavily. I let out a slight gasp and he put a finger to my lip and smiled. He kissed me again, moving to my neck, biting down softly. I let out another gasp and Drew pulled away, a smile on his face.

"I guess I have to make you be quiet, huh?" he said. He pushed me down to my knees, shoving my head into his crotch. I grabbed the leg of his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down. I grabbed the base of his cock, taking it into my mouth. Drew took in a sharp breath, biting his lip to keep from moaning out loud. He thrust his hips into my face. I gagged slightly but kept him in my mouth, moving up and down on his cock, Drew making small, quiet noises. I gently scraped my teeth across his shaft. He cried out loud, releasing into my throat. I swallowed and pulled my mouth off of him and stood up. I stood up, kissing Drew. He smirked and turned me around, pulling my jeans down. I felt him at my entrance. 

"Are you ready?" he whispered. I nodded and he slowly pushed inside of me. I bit my lip, my hands clenching into fists. 

"Drew," I whimpered. He thrust into me, pushing himself into me as far as he could. He put his hand over my mouth. He thrust into me faster and faster, sweat dripping down his face. He put his face into the back of my neck to stifle his cry. There was a knock on the door.

"Is everything okay in there?" came a voice. 

"Yes. Fine!" Drew panted, thrusting faster, his hand working my hard cock, just as fast as he was thrusting into me. I felt my climax approach. I cried out as I hit my climax, my seed splattering the wall. There was another knock on the door. 

"I'm cumming!" Drew yelled, releasing inside of me.

The door of he bathroom flew open and and one if the flight attendants stood there, a shocked look on her face. 

"What?" Drew asked pulling up his pants. "I sad I was cumming!" I laughed and pulled up my pants. 

"That he did." I said to her.