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The Mile High Club
Chapter Two: Bangkok - Suvarnabhumi Airport
Flight Attendant Alex had resumed his normal duties after he woke up again, down in the lower level of the plane, in the arms of Jamal Jacobs, Quarterback, Star of the ‘San Francisco Sixtyniners’.
A part of those duties was to make sure that the passengers always came first, and when he felt the young black player’s rampant dick, pressed into the small of his back, he knew he had to give the VIP the most pleasurable ‘Good Morning’.
JJ slept like a baby, holding the young white crew-member in his arms like a favorite Teddy-Bear.
However, Alex had his skills, honed after countless nights with men, young or old alike. He wiggled out of the black player’s arms, and as JJ moaned a little in his sleep, grabbing a pillow to replace the human Teddy, Alex used the planes facilities to provide a warm welcome back to the land of the living, in this case some hot moist towels and a cup of JJ’s favorite coffee-specialty.
The most important part in giving the athlete a really sweet ‘Good Morning’ however was to slowly make him turn on his back, carefully kissing the way down from the hard nubs on those powerful pecs over the ripped washboard abs to the thick rod.
After the last fuck and cumshot, the two sex-crazed lovebirds had simply spooned and slept, so Alex could taste the salty sweat and the dried cum on his lovers skin and cock.
The taste was the best aphrodisiac for him, and soon he forgot his plan to simply wake up the young VIP. Alex went wild on the fat black dick, engulfed it to it’s root, and soon felt JJ’s hands in his hair, holding him down to drink a fresh load of the quarterback’s youthful nectar.
Jamal Jacobs came like a madman, grunted, moaned, bucked and twitched. His last cumshot was only a few short hours ago, but the drugs Purser Wong had given him without his knowledge, dissolved in a glass of champagne, still worked to a degree.
JJ was wide awake now, laid back and waited for Alex to treat him like the royalty that he thought he was.
The flight attendant used the hot towels in an unusual way, at least for a normal flight: He washed his lover’s body clean from the sweat and stink of the hours of heated workouts, of the remains of debauchery that lead to the sweet exhaustion of afterfuck bliss.
Soon the naked young athlete smiled up at the naked member of the crew. Both of their dicks for once seemed satisfied, both hung soft but still impressively massive. Alex had brought along the passengers sweatpants, t-shirt and jacket, and soon JJ was dressed as if nothing had happened, smelled freshly showered, sipped his coffee and smiled like a Cheshire cat after having devoured a very tasty canary.
The 'canary' in question now gave the passenger a little seductive show, washing his own sexy and athletic body, slowly and teasingly. Alex waited for his lover’s dick to wake up again, wanted JJ to realize how irresistible the little ass and deep throat he had used last night really were.
The athlete might have had made up his mind before, or simply gave in to the masterfully manipulation, but he soon spoke the words Alex wanted to hear: ”Would you like to spend the weekend with me?”
Alex, fully dressed again, just smiled, bent down to kiss the young black’s fat bulge, pulled back like a playful cat and teasingly answered: ”I thought you would never ask!”
They climbed out from the lower deck crew area and first JJ, then Alex, walked down the aisle to the front of the plane. The player had his seat in the first class area, and just minutes after sitting down, a magnificent breakfast was served.
Head Purser Carson in person served the important guest. They knew each other from countless other flights, were on a first name basis, and had even shared one or two nights in Bangkok, tasting the fresh fruits the city had to offer. Both men, even though still young, shared a passion for the even younger Thai-boys with their soft skin, their big innocent brown eyes and their sexual skills.
Carson always said ‘A night in bed with one of those little brown angels is enough to refill the tank for a months on the treadmill’. JJ usually said ‘Angels or Devils, who wants to decide?’.
No other passenger sat close enough to hear the most unusual conversation between the two men.
Carson asked, teasingly: “Did I promote him too much, buddy? This boy is the youngest ‘trolley dolly’ that ever served on a plane of ‘Air West-East’, but those hard ass-cheeks hopefully held what his pouty lips promised?”
Both men’s bulges were already looking huge again, but other than some lewd sex-talk nothing would happen until after touchdown.
The huge plane was now within reach of ‘Bangkok-Suvarnabhumi’ Airport’s flight-control, so the touchdown was just thirty minutes away. Alex’s ass would belong to Jamal Jacobs for the weekend, and Carson and Wong, receiving a hefty tip from JJ after they made sure Alex served the athlete the way he liked it, would spend the weekend in one of the brothels.
Alex, oblivious of all of this, smiled broadly as he helped the passengers to exit the plane after landing safely.
A few of the tourists had gripped him in a most friendly way, all giddy with excitement.
Alex knew that most likely all of those men would get laid, by a real boy, a real girl or maybe even a lady boy. Some would be on the flight back, some would spend a week of two, but all of them looked forward to getting drained, both their nuts and their wallets.
Alex, however, did not have to carry out any of the usual duties after a flight. Wong had informed him JJ would streamline the process, so the young flight attendant just had to grab the small suitcase and walk out, right through the front passenger boarding bridge to enter the jurisdiction of the Bangkok Custom-Service.
Much to his delight, JJ’s muscular back showed him where to go. He walked over to the athlete who was talking to one of the officials like they were old friends. In fact, JJ was well known here at ‘Suvarnabhumi - Airport’. After all, he was a VIP, a frequent flyer, a first class passenger, a well known Quarterback, and, last but not least, his passport always held a few well filled out forms to show that he was acquainted with the conventions of his hosts. Those printed pieces of paper were green and had printed a ’100’ on it.
The man in uniform who had given JJ such a warm welcome, now giving Alex an almost fatherly smile, knew how much the player respected him. Officer Phanupong Ayutthaya’s name meant ‘Son of the Light’ followed by his family name ‘unconquerable’ and also ‘of royal blood’. The man was, for real, a high-ranking member of Bangkok’s establishment.
One thousand Dollars, neatly nestled in JJ’s passport, each time showed the respect the young American had for his hosts. They also secured the utmost privacy for the VIP. Officer Ayutthaya always made sure a car with tinted windows was ready and waiting for the Quarterback in a secure corner of the parking garage, far from the prying eyes of the Paparazzi.
Bangkok’s huge international airport, one of the most sophisticated and luxurious in the world, was an important hub, so VIP’s from all over the world landed here.
JJ and his young companion would able to vanish in the crowd, able to spend their weekend undisturbed by the prying lenses of the cameras.
Before they could get into their car and leave, however, Officer Ayutthaya had to ask a few questions, note something down in his files, giving the two passengers the usual warm welcome.
Alex and JJ followed the officer into an office nearby. JJ already knew the drill. The officer was not even interested in him, all Ayutthaya wanted was to feel those red lips of the white flyboy, wrapped around his cock.
Alex reacted beautifully, quickly realizing what was expected of him. The Thai official wanted to prove that the westerner was a slut, maybe wanted to make sure the image of his fellow citizens was incorrect. Even though those feisty Europeans and Americans came to have sex with the petite Asian boys and girls, it was boys like this little American slut who were responsible for the bad image.
Alex did not know anything about the motives of the security officer, and he didn’t care. All he saw was the first Asian man with a really big cock, right in front of him, and his mouth watered at the thought of sucking it.
Jamal Jacobs watched as ‘his boy for the weekend’ serviced his old friend. He knew Phanupong was expecting this as part of his ‘gratification’ for his services, and JJ was happy to deliver. He watched the blowjob, listened to the gurgling sounds of the suck-boy, his gagging and choking.
Officer Ayutthaya, JJ knew, was the son of an American soldier and a Thai girl. He had never met his biological father, held a grudge of most Americans, and the only heritage he was proud of was his surprisingly huge dick, able to shoot ample amounts of hot sticky cum.
JJ watched as the Officer held Alex’s head in his hands, pushing in deep while he grunted loudly. The officer was always done quickly in a situation like this. He was a busy man, had to return to his duties, and this was just a quick interlude, a simple way to remind those western tourists that they just were guests here.
Alex, however, smiled up into the face of the officer like a cat that licked the cream. In fact he licked his lips clean of the remains of the cumshot before he stood up.
“Thank you Sir, I was happy to be of service!”
Both men, the officer and the quarterback, just looked at each other, flabbergasted for a second, before they both laughed out loud. Alex just grinned. His reaction had earned him the respect of his host for the weekend and the head of airport security of the airport.
He reckoned that this well earned respect would turn out to be useful in the future, on other trips.
However, the officer escorted them out to a waiting car and even held the door open. JJ did not even bother to hide his erection, clearly visible in his tight jogging pants, growing even harder as he watched Alex servicing the officer.
Alex had seen it. The windows of the car were tinted, the driver was paid to be oblivious of all that might happen in the back, and Alex leaned over and engulfed his lovers big black hard-on straight after the car-doors closed behind them.
This time, however, he planned to take it slowly. He knew the drive would last an hour at least, and JJ should be begging by the time they arrived. Like a little devil, Alex used all of his skills to hold JJ on the edge of his cumshot. JJ had already started to sweat in sweet agony as Alex worked his hardons.
The young sexy athlete grunted and moaned, and the driver used his mirror to watch the American boys. The muscled arms of the foot-ballplayer bulged as he tried to hold the boy down on his rampant dick. Alex was much to experienced though to simply give in so easily. He relaxed his throat, held his breath, basically played dead, so JJ moaned in frustration as his dick was not getting massaged by Alex’ throat any longer, was not getting sucked anymore, just was lodged down a warm soft tube of flesh, so it even started to shrink from the lack of action.
After he let Alex go, after he returned the control to the little imp that worked his cock like a child devoured a thick licorice stick, Alex resumed his work with all of his skills.
Only a moment later the driver heard the loud moaning get quicker. The Asian chauffeur expected his black guest to cum, scream out his lust, fill the young sucker up with a hot gushing load of seed in an intense climax.
However, much to the driver’s surprise, the white boy let his black boyfriend’s dick go and sat up, grinning from ear to ear.
JJ’s dick stood up, as hard as steel, glistening from saliva and precum. His voice was dripping with hoarse horniness as he begged for release.
”Alex.... Please, you can’t do this! Lemme cum man, you know you want it too!”
The driver saw Alex grin as he smacked his lips. Alex knew the driver could see him in the rear-view-mirror, and they silently conspired, making the panting Quarterback stew in sexual agony.
To JJ it seemed like an eternity, but Alex waited only a minute to bend over his lap again, engulf his dick, and suck the sexy young black off in a minute.
JJ, overly excited, grunted out his lust so loudly that even other drivers outside their car would have heard it if they stopped a signal light, but luckily the car sped over an open road, and no one but the driver shared the two young men’s sexual bliss.
When the car stopped in front of the hotel, the famous ‘Bangkok Lebua at State Towers’, JJ had managed to put on his shirt and pull his jogging pants up again. Alex decided to play the silent tag-along, so JJ lead the way to the reception desk, where the concierge greeted him like the well-known high-profile guest he actually was.
The man looked up from his computer, smiled broadly, and addressed the American football-star:
“Well hello Mr. Jacobs, it is always a pleasure to see you again! I hope you had a pleasurable flight?”
The concierge feasted his eyes openly on Alex’ sexy body in his tight uniform. The boy had his suitcase with him, but had not bothered to change.
The concierge suggested something had Alex never heard in one of the crew hotels before:
“Sir, do you want us to take care of your uniform? We can clean and press it to perfection, if you like!” It was JJ who answered for Alex: ”Oh yes, Prasert, please, make it so. Alex here will certainly be glad to get it back clean and fresh!”
The concierge, his name-tag called him ‘Prasert Hongthong’, smiled respectfully. Alex grinned widely, maybe more because of the man’s last name and less because of his hospitality, but he simply replied: “Thank you for your suggestion, I appreciate it!” without bursting out laughing.
In the elevator he giggled: ”Prasert Hongthong.... Fuck, is he as hung as the name sounds?”
JJ smiled thinly. He did not really sound amused as he explained: “Prasert is a good man. His first name means ‘noble, gallant’ and he certainly lives up to his name. Didn’t you realize he treated you the same as me me, not like the giggling American teenager you are?”
JJ sounded pissed, and for the first time Alex realized he had overstepped boundaries. Firstly when teasing his new friend in the car in front of the driver, and now by not paying respect to the receptionist.
“I am sorry, I really am! I did not mean to offend you or your friends! I will be a good boy from now on, I will do all you want!”
Now it was Jamal Jacobs turn to grin wickedly: ”Oh yes, boy, that’s just what you will do!”