Bi-Sexual Male / 42
Johannesburg to New York flight.
When I travel to Europe and Africa its usually a 10 day - 2 week junket. I had spent 5 days in Stockholm and was in my 3rd day in Cairo when my boss asked me to extend my trip back to Pretoria - a 2 hour drive from Johannesburg. I was in South Africa the first Of July stopping in Cairo for 3 days before returning to the states. When I received my itinerary to and from Pretoria, I was scheduled to fly Johannesburg to New York on the super-long 16 1/2 hour, non stop flight. 8 to 12 hours flights were not unusual as I travel extensively. However, this was my first super-long flight. I requested an upgrade to first class with a frowning face as my only reply.
Anyone who has ever been on flight of any length and found themselves sitting beside and obnoxious fellow passenger understands that misery. I was at the airport 2 hours before boarding, for all the obvious reasons, making it to the boarding gate only 30 minutes before departure time. An hour and 20 minutes after boarding time my "coach" row seat is called for boarding. Seating configuration on that flight was 2-4-2 (2 seats on each side and 4 in the center aisle). I was the last aisle seat on the right, which was fine with me because I was in a 2 seat row. The seats in front are now boarding as I hoped for hope that the seat beside me would be a vacant seat. Immediately to my right was an open aisle between the last row of 4 center seats and access to the 4 bathrooms. Suddenly this very attractive, black man in his 40's appeared beside me apologizing for being late. I stood while he placed his bag overhead and slide into the window seat with his briefcase.
He introduced himself as, Joe (for the purpose of my confession) and we began to exchange pleasantries as the plane departed the gate and prepared for take off - on a 16 1/2 hour, non stop flight. I was so relieved my fellow passenger (Joe) appeared to be friendly and pleasant. Once we were air borne and the seat belt lights off Joe opened his brief case, removed his lap top and went to work. After an hour or so of intense tying and chatting he closed the lap top placing it in his briefcase and sliding it under his seat. Just then the flight attendants began serving the first of 3 snacks and 2 meals. That's when we toasted our beers and began our first conversation. I was more than delighted to know my 16+ hour flight was not going to be as long as some shorter flights had seem because of fellow passengers. 8 hours later Joe and I had become good friends sharing similarities in you lives while living on two different continents some 8,000 miles apart. Joe was married with 3 children and I'm divorced with no children. We are both self made individuals coming from poor and humble heritages and thankful for our opportunities. Although I work in finance, Joe an engineer, we had established a strong foundation - what I believe to be a life long friendship.
8 hours into the 16+ hour flight we are feeling no pain, laughing, swapping seats and share horror stories of our travels. The chemistry was there and we were relaxed enough that Joe started hitting my left knee when he said something funny, or making a point. I thought nothing of it for a few minutes until my hormones kicked. Was I sensing something that wasn't there? I wasn't sure if I should respond by touching his knee, or hitting his leg until in the middle of a funny I hit his knee like he hit mine and he moved his knee to the side of mine. We are now knee to knee and neither is moving theirs away. I laid my head back for a second turning it to the aisle beside me looking at someone waiting for one of the bathrooms. As I moved my head my knee pulled away from his. I turned my head back and when I did, my left leg moved back hitting his knee, which was now extended wider into my side. I went for it adjusting my leg up and down but his knee never moved. We are both 6+ feet so leg and knee room was a luxury.
Passengers were mellowing out after 8 plus hours so it was quiet, for the most part. I let Joe out for a bathroom break and he suggested I take the window seat. My right knee is now midway the seat in from of me when he returns and as soon as he set down his left knee is touching mine - not soft and not hard, but its stretched out to mine. Both of our heads are back on the seat and our eyes closed, with my arms against the side of my chest (inside the seat arms). That's when I left Joe's left elbow take to the arms rest between us barely touching my arm. In a second, he adjusted his body moving his arm and knee from mine. Right when I thought I had misread Joe his knee came back to touch mine and his arm is now at the back of my arm - his elbow touching my chest. I took my left hand from the left arm rest placing it over my crotch. Joe moved his right knee just outside the back of the seat in front of him and I moved my right knee closer to the center of the seat in front of me. That's when I knew we had chemistry, because Joe moved his left knee out and against mine. That's when we began rubbing each others knees together and my cock was harder than a piece of granite.
We pulled our trays down over our laps... Joe leaned forward signaling me to put my right arm under his left arm. He leaned back opening a magazine laying it over his chest as I grabbed me a hand full of dick. Joe was just as hard as me as his cock hung down the left side of his pants - I rubbed it up and down through his pants. With his left and my right knee against each other, his left leg was now over mine and his foot was between my feet as he rubbed the back of his leg on the of mine. Occasionally passengers would come back to use the bathroom but no one knew we were playing foot-sey or my hand was on his hard cock. When that aisle was clear his hand was on my crotch and without a word at 36,0000 feet we fucked each other with our eyes.
When we cleared customs I rode with him to his hotel and while he talked on the phone to his wife I was on my knees between his legs licking his dick and balls. When he hung up, and even with over 24 hours without sleep, Joe and I had 2 hours of hot, passionate, raw animal sex. We entwined our bodies sleeping in each others arms for hours. When we woke it was pure, no holes bared sex. Every possible minute for the next 5 days we drained each other balls. I even called in sick to we could have more time to fuck. When I watched him walk into customs to return home my ass felt empty and I felt lost. After having the opportunity to experience sex with that South African man I would have sucked his dick in the middle of Time Square at high noon. Without a doubt in my mind, I have experienced the best sex of my entire life.
When I travel to Europe and Africa its usually a 10 day - 2 week junket. I had spent 5 days in Stockholm and was in my 3rd day in Cairo when my boss asked me to extend my trip back to Pretoria - a 2 hour drive from Johannesburg. I was in South Africa the first Of July stopping in Cairo for 3 days before returning to the states. When I received my itinerary to and from Pretoria, I was scheduled to fly Johannesburg to New York on the super-long 16 1/2 hour, non stop flight. 8 to 12 hours flights were not unusual as I travel extensively. However, this was my first super-long flight. I requested an upgrade to first class with a frowning face as my only reply.
Anyone who has ever been on flight of any length and found themselves sitting beside and obnoxious fellow passenger understands that misery. I was at the airport 2 hours before boarding, for all the obvious reasons, making it to the boarding gate only 30 minutes before departure time. An hour and 20 minutes after boarding time my "coach" row seat is called for boarding. Seating configuration on that flight was 2-4-2 (2 seats on each side and 4 in the center aisle). I was the last aisle seat on the right, which was fine with me because I was in a 2 seat row. The seats in front are now boarding as I hoped for hope that the seat beside me would be a vacant seat. Immediately to my right was an open aisle between the last row of 4 center seats and access to the 4 bathrooms. Suddenly this very attractive, black man in his 40's appeared beside me apologizing for being late. I stood while he placed his bag overhead and slide into the window seat with his briefcase.
He introduced himself as, Joe (for the purpose of my confession) and we began to exchange pleasantries as the plane departed the gate and prepared for take off - on a 16 1/2 hour, non stop flight. I was so relieved my fellow passenger (Joe) appeared to be friendly and pleasant. Once we were air borne and the seat belt lights off Joe opened his brief case, removed his lap top and went to work. After an hour or so of intense tying and chatting he closed the lap top placing it in his briefcase and sliding it under his seat. Just then the flight attendants began serving the first of 3 snacks and 2 meals. That's when we toasted our beers and began our first conversation. I was more than delighted to know my 16+ hour flight was not going to be as long as some shorter flights had seem because of fellow passengers. 8 hours later Joe and I had become good friends sharing similarities in you lives while living on two different continents some 8,000 miles apart. Joe was married with 3 children and I'm divorced with no children. We are both self made individuals coming from poor and humble heritages and thankful for our opportunities. Although I work in finance, Joe an engineer, we had established a strong foundation - what I believe to be a life long friendship.
8 hours into the 16+ hour flight we are feeling no pain, laughing, swapping seats and share horror stories of our travels. The chemistry was there and we were relaxed enough that Joe started hitting my left knee when he said something funny, or making a point. I thought nothing of it for a few minutes until my hormones kicked. Was I sensing something that wasn't there? I wasn't sure if I should respond by touching his knee, or hitting his leg until in the middle of a funny I hit his knee like he hit mine and he moved his knee to the side of mine. We are now knee to knee and neither is moving theirs away. I laid my head back for a second turning it to the aisle beside me looking at someone waiting for one of the bathrooms. As I moved my head my knee pulled away from his. I turned my head back and when I did, my left leg moved back hitting his knee, which was now extended wider into my side. I went for it adjusting my leg up and down but his knee never moved. We are both 6+ feet so leg and knee room was a luxury.
Passengers were mellowing out after 8 plus hours so it was quiet, for the most part. I let Joe out for a bathroom break and he suggested I take the window seat. My right knee is now midway the seat in from of me when he returns and as soon as he set down his left knee is touching mine - not soft and not hard, but its stretched out to mine. Both of our heads are back on the seat and our eyes closed, with my arms against the side of my chest (inside the seat arms). That's when I left Joe's left elbow take to the arms rest between us barely touching my arm. In a second, he adjusted his body moving his arm and knee from mine. Right when I thought I had misread Joe his knee came back to touch mine and his arm is now at the back of my arm - his elbow touching my chest. I took my left hand from the left arm rest placing it over my crotch. Joe moved his right knee just outside the back of the seat in front of him and I moved my right knee closer to the center of the seat in front of me. That's when I knew we had chemistry, because Joe moved his left knee out and against mine. That's when we began rubbing each others knees together and my cock was harder than a piece of granite.
We pulled our trays down over our laps... Joe leaned forward signaling me to put my right arm under his left arm. He leaned back opening a magazine laying it over his chest as I grabbed me a hand full of dick. Joe was just as hard as me as his cock hung down the left side of his pants - I rubbed it up and down through his pants. With his left and my right knee against each other, his left leg was now over mine and his foot was between my feet as he rubbed the back of his leg on the of mine. Occasionally passengers would come back to use the bathroom but no one knew we were playing foot-sey or my hand was on his hard cock. When that aisle was clear his hand was on my crotch and without a word at 36,0000 feet we fucked each other with our eyes.
When we cleared customs I rode with him to his hotel and while he talked on the phone to his wife I was on my knees between his legs licking his dick and balls. When he hung up, and even with over 24 hours without sleep, Joe and I had 2 hours of hot, passionate, raw animal sex. We entwined our bodies sleeping in each others arms for hours. When we woke it was pure, no holes bared sex. Every possible minute for the next 5 days we drained each other balls. I even called in sick to we could have more time to fuck. When I watched him walk into customs to return home my ass felt empty and I felt lost. After having the opportunity to experience sex with that South African man I would have sucked his dick in the middle of Time Square at high noon. Without a doubt in my mind, I have experienced the best sex of my entire life.
