I was travelling back to Vancouver on an overnight flight from Beijing not too long ago. The plane was not quite full, so I was able to get the first seat in the economy section. It was a double seat with a guy in his mid-40s sitting there. We struck up a conversation right away, and he seemed like a good seat-mate.
In the course of our conversation, we discovered a lot of things that we both liked: hockey, music, movies and travel. As a result, we got along quite well and spent a lot of time talking about stuff.
The airplane was cold when we got on, and a lot of people had their blankets wrapped around their legs even before the plane took off.
"Do you find it cool in here?" he asked.
"Yeah, a bit. Do you want me to pass you a blanket from across the aisle?" The seats across the aisle were empty; and since he said he wanted one, I got it for him.
He flashed a really nice smile and stared right into my eyes as he thanked me.
The plane took off with quite a rough ride, pushing him from side to side. When he bounced over to me again, he gripped my wrist but didn't let go. I didn't think anything of it at the time because I figured he was a bit nervous about flying. But, after about ten minutes in the air, I could feel his leg touching mine; and when he wanted to make a point, he grabbed my wrist again and even let it slide down to my hand for a few seconds. I was starting to wonder a bit about him, but I didn't mind. He was good looking, well-educated, friendly, and young. So those qualities overcame his aggressiveness.
Once the seat belt sign went off, I went to the bathroom. When I returned and sat down, I noticed that he had pushed the armrest between the two of us up in between the two seats behind us.
"I thought this would give us a little more room," he said. "If you want it back down, go right ahead."
"No, that's great." I said and took out my Ipod to listen to some music. He closed his eyes, but he had no intention of napping. I found his head moving over a bit closer to me and was almost resting on my shoulder. He had shifted a bit and was almost snuggling to my body. Without any warning at all, he spread the blanket out again, this time covering half of my body with it. "Here, this will keep you warm. If there's anything else you want, don't hesitate to ask. I'm here to serve you."
Of course, he was just joking with me, pretending to be a flight attendant, I guess. "Thanks," I said. "And I'll be happy to help you out as well." With that, he looked straight at me again, moved a little closer and put his hand on my leg.
Hey, there's no doubt about this one. The guy is gay, bi-, or bi-curious; and since I have been bi-curious for the last two or three years without having an opportunity to do anything about it, I wasn't about to push him away. "Your hands are warm," I said. "I can feel the heat right through my pants."
"You don't mind this, then?" he said; and as he did, he let his hand go to the inside of my thigh. Fuck, it did feel good, especially when he slid it up and down toward my hard-on. "Whoa, I guess you don't mind this. Thanks. What's your status: gay, bi, or curious? Married, single or attached?"
I told him I was married with two kids but not happy with my sexual encounters at home. "As a matter of fact, I have been quite curious about a male-male encounter for a little while." All he said was "H-m-m-m. Let's see what we can do about that." and he took a full grasp of my cock.