By Dylan
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The Mile High Club

Chapter One: San Francisco - Bangkok

Flight Attendant Alex walked down the center aisle of flight 069, on board of a mighty 777 plane en-route from San Francisco to Bangkok. On a non-stop-flight like this one, usually, not every last seat was occupied, and his duties permitted a little 'extra service' time for certain passengers. The route stretched over nearly 8000 miles and took almost 14 hours of flying time, so usually passengers walked around to relax, or slept as long the crew were not serving meals. Sometimes, however, someone asked for a 'little extra'.

Alex had seen the ‘service’ - signal coming from a seat in the back of the plane, a part that was almost empty today.

While walking all the way to the back of the mighty jet, other travelers saw the young attendant and asked short questions, so Alex stopped and talked briefly, giving passengers a good opportunity to check out his sporty body.

The manager had asked him to come around his desk for a closer look, and as the head of HR turned his chair to the surprised Alex, the boy just grinned. Mr. Carpenter, the Head of HR, hid his hard cock with his hand, but Alex clearly saw it peeking out of the man’s expensive suit.

”So, boy, show me how much you really want this job. You said you speak several languages. Give me an example, maybe your french tongue!”

Alex really did speak several languages. His family was spread out over the world, so he spoke English, a little Italian, quite good German and.... French.

The Head of HR was a man of few words. He just moaned as Alex showed him his skills, engulfing the fat cock without problems, going down on it, using his throat to massage the bulbous dickhead and the thick shaft.

The man soon grunted out his lust, even using his fist to bite on and muffle his own gurgling noises while nearing his orgasm. Alex was merciless. He worked the man along a razor-sharp edge until Mr. Carpenter had almost experienced heaven three times and fell back again into an abyss of cravings and unfulfilled urges.

In the end the man was delirious, holding Alex’ head, standing, pants down, behind his desk, fucking the boy’s face mercilessly until he screamed out his lust. The end came in a fountain of fuckjuice, as the head of HR pumped out more juice than any of his other toyboys had ever milked out of his nuts.

Alex got the job, the position that suited his skills best, the infamous round-trip to the exotic bars and clubs of Bangkok, Capitol of the Kingdom of Thailand.

After he had answered one last question and served a quick drink, he walked down the final length of the aisle to seat A 57, in the last row, right in front of the restrooms and the rear-galley.

Most passengers would rather have seats in the middle of the plane, in the more stable area of it, but the young man Alex now saw had specifically asked for the seat.

The chief of service had smiled knowingly as Alex announced he was going to 'check on' the man in seat A57.

He knew who the passenger was. Jamal Jacobs, better known as ‘JJ’, was a frequent flyer on this route. He always booked a business first class seat, the best ‘Air West-East’ had to offer, and paid a fortune for it, but he liked to walk all the way to the back of the plane, mid-flight, over the Pacific Ocean, and ask for a 'special service'.

As usual the plane was only half booked, and the crew had seated just the front and middle sections to save unnecessary walks to the back during service periods.

‘JJ’ knew that no one would see or hear him when he ‘talked’ to the youngest member of the crew.

‘JJ’ was famous, so he had to be careful, his manager had told him. ‘JJ’ was the star of the Football-Team ‘The 69ers’, MVP, the most valuable player for the last three years in a row now, and the young curvy supermodels he usually had on his arms loved the spotlight and the paparazzi, the lifestyle and all the attention. They all had to sign an NDA - a contract to never say a word about the not so public activities, and every single girl in the end received either a huge gift and a contract with a major model agency or a chance to record a song.

The reason for the NDA was curious though. ‘JJ’ was a perfect Gentleman, never forcing the girls to suck his huge cock, take it up the ass or anything else. The NDA was there to prevent him from being framed as gay.

When Alex walked through the curtain that separated the back area from the middle cabin of the plane, he knew he would find the back empty. Even seat A57 not been officially booked. He knew why he was here. The Head-purser, Carson, had told him in no uncertain terms that a very important passenger needed an "extra special service"and Alex was just the man for the job.

Alex knew exactly what Carson meant. The good-looking blond had the looks of a model and the skills of a slut, and Carson had slept his way up the ranks, from a model that simply pretended to be a flight attendant up to the bed of the companies CEO and later into the position of the Head-purser of all crews in the entire fleet. He only rarely flew himself nowadays, but the route to Bangkok was one of his favorite trips.

The picture taken for the companies advertising was still in use, and even though the outfit Head-purser Carson wore in it was not the standard uniform, it perfectly displayed what the company wanted to offer: Fun, freedom and the promise to fly right into paradise when flying with them.

Alex passed a framed poster of his boss on the way to seat A57, and he smiled, still remembering how he had once caught his boss right there, in the back of a Boeing 777, doing just what he was now about to do.

The VIP he was about to give his special attention to was already waiting. Jamal ‘JJ’ Jacobs, Quarterback, MVP, one of the rising stars in the world of Football, had already started to get in the mood.

The young athlete had taken off his hoody so Alex’ mouth was watering as he saw the tight muscles of the black star-player. JJ’s sweatpants did nothing to hide his rampant erection.

He did not smile, seemingly wanting to look ‘cool’, but Alex knew the important passenger was horny, on the edge, on his way to a short vacation full of lust, sex and debauchery, and he was the one to start the action even before the plane touched down.

Alex stayed professional, at least for the moment. He had decided to tease the man who had walked all the way to the back of the plane to get some privacy.

JJ slowly looked Alex in the eyes and coolly asked: ”You are willing to do your job, boy?”

‘Boy’, the word used in such an arrogant tone. ‘Boy’.... The rich and famous player, not much older than Alex, wanted to play the game of "Master and Slave", it seemed.

Alex decided to play restive at first, play hard to get. He knew the man was used to getting what he wanted by a mere snap of his fingers, so Alex put up a little fight.

“Your drink, Sir! Will that be all, Sir?” The flight-attendant persona was all too evident. Alex played oblivious, and he saw how the passenger started to grin. It had worked, ‘JJ’ was triggered. He stopped being lazy and bored, just in for a quick blowjob, he now felt the need to hunt.

This little prick, this simple ‘trolley dolly’ was not the boy to resist him, he decided.

Alex had not even known that Jamal Jacobs was a rough top, always in for the young boys, the virgin boys, the boys that struggled and screamed when he took their virginity.

The savvy flight attendant had played a hunch, and he saw the face of the passenger light up and his cock stir in his black gym-suit. ‘JJ’ would soon be begging for the white boy’s lips, his deep throat, begging for release. Alex knew how to play his cards. He was an insatiable slut, many men knew that, but he was also able to use his assets to his advantage.

He grinned cockily as he teased the black athlete: ”Oh Sir, I think you need a more hands on 'service'. May I help you with the pressing problem?”

Without thinking, Jamal Jacobs spread his legs. He took a big gulp of the whiskey Alex had brought him, and he felt a pair of experienced hands free his rampant cock.

A stain had already promised what Alex now saw, smelled, and soon tasted. JJ was a big leaker, his fat dickhead was already glistening in tasty precum, a sweet and salty glaze on a most inviting looking chocolate popsicle.

Emptying his glass, JJ did not even put it down on the side. He just dropped it on the thick carpet, were it rolled away. His hands were now in the hair of the young man who had expertly engulfed JJ’s fat rod. Alex had dropped all pretense and was devouring the thick young dick with gusto. JJ’s cock tasted delicious, just the spicy aroma Alex loved, a mix of a well groomed young man who had freshly showered to prepare for the flight, but then spent some time in the thrill of anticipation, waiting for who would help to shorten the flight.

Alex tasted the precum and a hint of piss, adding to that intoxicating mix he so so loved.

He teased the young player, made him grunt and moan. One of Alex’ best tricks was to hold a man on the edge, tease him, torture him, make him beg until he was putty in his hands, ready, able and willing to give the boy all he wanted, just to feel how hot seed was pumped down a deep throat.

JJ was no exception. The rich and important Quarterback of the ’69ers’ tried to fuck his cock deeper into Alex’s mouth, trying to hold the young flight crew member’s head down to be able to conquer him, but missed the goal, hit his aim out into the open field and lost control.

Alex had easily moved, just a little, to let JJ’s attempt to land a triumphant field goal fail. He was able to relax and tighten the muscles in his throat masterfully, opening his passage to paradise wide for an easy entrance, or closing it, mercilessly throttling even the most urgent attempt to cum.

The player started to get desperate. Alex had easily outmaneuvered him. When JJ pushed his dick in, the young man relaxed, and even the player’s thick dick slid in without friction. JJ felt like he had missed the goal, gave out a surprised grunt as Alex chuckled, just a little muffled by the cock he so effortlessly teased.

The new member of the cabin-crew had never done this on a plane, that much the head-purser had told Jamal Jacobs, but the tables had already been turned for the two young men. It was Alex who showed JJ the ropes, not, as usual, the other way round.

The crew, however, had played a little prank on the cocky athlete. His usual glass of champagne had been laced with ground up Viagra and a little X, so even the superfit quarterback felt an added additional bonus level of stamina. The crew knew their new team member would be very busy, but he would succeed.

Purser Wong risked a peek from behind the curtain, and he heard clearly the moans and grunts of the two young men, engaged in a heavy workout.

Wong had pushed a service cart into the kitchen between the plane’s middle and back section, parked it there, and was now slowly creeping forward between the rows of seats to get a better view.

Alex was knelt on a seat. Purser Wong, carefully ducking into the starboard aisle, he saw the muscled back of the black athlete, pumping away.

JJ fucked like a mad man, making Alex moan in lust and pain. Wong had seen the black man’s cock before, on another flight. JJ packed major meat, at least a ten inch cock, now swollen to the max thanks to the Viagra and the tightness of the ass he fucked. Alex’ ass clenched the dick in a vice grip, eager to be bred, making the star quarterback work harder than ever.

Just as Wong wanted to carefully retreat, Jamal Jacobs screamed out in unbridled lust. The purser’s heart pumped as he saw the sexy young men in front of him experience an orgasm like they never came before.

It was Alex who turned his head to see Wong.

A little smile of triumph showed on the impish face of the youngest flight attendant the airline had ever had, before he closed his eyes in deep concentration. Wong knew why. Alex was using his inner muscles to milk JJ’s fat cock dry, he was using his prowess to make this the most unforgettable fuck for the rich young star.

Now it was Wong who had every reason to grin. Alex had no idea what would come next. Thanks to the Viagra-laced drink he had served JJ earlier, the black rod stayed hard, and thanks to the athlete’s incredible fitness he did not stop fucking Alex's young tight ass.

JJ forced Alex down again. He fucked away like an animal. With the power of a raging bull, the pace of a cheetah and the stamina of an ostrich, able to run 45 minutes at 35 miles an hour, he fucked all his rage and frustrations out of his system.

Wong watched, jerking his own dick, while smiling about the wild comparison with the animal kingdom. The TV-program on countless overnight flights offered soo much useful information, he thought.

He again concentrated on the hot show in front of him. When Alex looked over the next time, his impish grin was gone, and pure exhaustion showed on his face. Wong and the rest of the crew had made sure the cocky young flight attendant had been shown the ropes.

Wong came in his own hand. He carried on watching JJ pump away into Alex for awhile before the fucker started to buck and spasm, showing he again filled that tight hole with hot white cum.

The two lovebirds slowed down, JJ slumping down over Alex, Wong licking his hand clean of his own cumshot – to him the most delicious nectar he could get.

He zipped up, but before he rejoined the rest of the cabin-crew, he opened the hatch in the floor of the back service kitchen. JJ would know what this meant. He was a frequent flyer, a good tipper, and well versed about this plane.

He would lead Alex down into the private little sleeper cabin, reserved for the crew on long overnight flights.

Wong waited for just another minute. The two men got up. Still fully naked, JJ’s hard-on leading the way, and Alex following close behind.

More than likely he would invite Alex into the huge suite in the Bangkok Lebua at State Towers and introduce the young man to the delight of the world of Bangkok’s nightlife over the weekend.

However, as it was tradition now, the VIP would garnish his own private flight attendant for the rest of the route. All Wong had to do to service the athlete was ring the bell down in the private retreat an hour before touch down and make sure hot damp towels and JJ’s favorite brew, a steaming mug of a double espresso with hot milk and a spoon full of sugar was waiting to refresh the most valuable player.... and stud.