I’m on my way to Colorado.  I’m writing this post from the Sydney Airport and I’m excited.  Getting everything ready for leaving is always hectic but I think I’m on top of things.

With all the travelling I have done, I am yet to join the Mile High Club…. Anyone here joined the Mile High Club?

A member of this blog sent me this story through years ago and I stumbled across today going through some old stuff and thought I’d freshen it up a little and share it with you guys.  It got me hard and made me cum, I hope it has the same effort for you – hahaha.

After leaving the check-in counter I went straight to the flight gate. In the next row across from my seat I saw one of the guys from the hostel I’d been staying at in Bondi.  He and his group has been on the beach all week chatting up every group of girl in sight.  One of the guys had caught my eye with his sculptured build, shaved head, and perfect smile, of course it was him that I noticed in the airport.

Let me describe this hunk for you; around twenty-two years old, he had an eyebrow piercing and tattoo on his neck.  Looking at him from behind my Raybans, his white Quiksilver boardies were riding really low showing off his speedos.  They were a typical pair of black endurance speedos with the SPEEDO logo printed in bright red. I’m sure we was unaware that each time he bent over he was teasing me with a view of his speedos.

Sitting with earphones on and my legs crossed, my Aussiebum classic reds were showing under my white nylon gym shorts. When his mates weren’t looking, I caught him taking a perve at me.  Not only had I fantasized about this guy, but all week I felt like I caught him checking me out on more than one occasion.

It was now or never…. I took off my sunnies, gave him a wink and stood up.  I walked right past him and his mates and sensed he was keen.  I felt a stirring in my Aussiebums.

The airport was pretty quiet and I walked to the end of a terminal that was really quiet.  There was a bathroom towards the end and really not many people about at all.  Just imagine if he was following me……

As I entered the bathrooms I looked back and there he was!  Holy shit, he was following me.

In the bathroom there were a row of urinals and unoccupied toilets on the right, a random guy was washing up and leaving the room.  There was nobody else in there.

I went to the last cubicle, without closing the door I stripped off my shorts and t-shirt in half a second.  A half second after that the guy walked into the tiny space of the cubical.  Without a word, he dropped to his knees and started licking the front of my red Aussiebums.  With arms up I held the stall divide with my hands.  Ass clenched, he was working my cock through the nylon of the speedos.  Finally he pulled my cock out the leg of my speedos and engulfed my cock in his warm, wet mouth.  I was stunned at the speed and enthusiasm he demonstrated while he worked on my cock.  His mouth all warm and wet as he rotated his tongue. He’d done this before for sure and showed no holding back.

He suddenly moved up off his knees and slung his singlet back over his tattooed neck showing off his ripped abs. I went straight for his throbbing hard on, pulling at his untied boardie which slid down to his ankles.  He casually kicked them to the side.  I moved forward to grab at his cock which was straining through the front of his speedos. He wasn’t looking to fuck my mouth though, he turned me around so forcefully that even if I had resisted I’m not sure I could have.

Late night blog post because tomorrow I’m off to London super early.  I’m spending tonight in Sydney.

Long flight but hoepfully some cute QANTAS flight attendants (there usually are).  I am not a member of the Mile High Club and a cute male flight attendant would be the perfect way to loose that particular cherry – hehehe.

While I have some family stuff this weekend, I’m house sitting for a friend of mine in Herne Hill so I will have some freedom and be able to ‘play’ if the opportunity arises.  If anyone has any suggestions please leave a comment.  From the maps I’ve been studying it looks like there is a 50m pool not far from where I’m staying so hopefully I’ll be able to get some laps in as well and a bunch of walking exploring the city.

Of course, any members in London, please reach out as I’d love to catch up.

I’m on my way guys!!!  Sitting here writing this post from the departures lounge at Sydney Airport.

A friend of mine works for Virgin and I managed to get an upgrade to business class which will be just lovely.

I don’t know about you guys but whenever I get on a plane, I can’t not think about the Mile High Club.  I’ve never even gone close to joining the Mile High Club but I have jerked off on a plane.

Under my jeans I am wearing my ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos so if by some miracle I am offered membership to the Mile High Club then the guy will know exactly who I am.

While writing this post I searched this blog for posts from when I’ve been sitting in airports writing to you guys and I found a story that someone else wrote (not me) about an experience in the airport with a guy who was also wearing speedos under his jeans.  I thought I’d repost it for you guys.

After leaving the check-in counter I went straight to the flight gate. In the next row across from my seat I saw the same guys from the hostel. They’d been on the beach all week chatting up every group of girls in sight. One of the guys caught my eye with his scuplted build, shaved head, and perfect smile.

Probably around 22, he wore an eyebrow piercing and tatoo on his neck. Looking over from behind my Raybans, his white Quiksilver boardies were riding really low showing off his speedos. They were a typical pair of black endurance speedos with the S P E E D O logo printed in bright red. He was unaware, but each time he bent over he was teasing me with his ass crack – the logo creasing in and out of his backside.

Sitting with earphones on and my legs crossed, my Aussiebum classic reds were showing under my white nylon gym shorts. When his mates weren’t looking I’d catch him taking a perve at me. All hairless and feeling hot, I kept straightening my legs out and flexing my ass – this way I guaranteed him a perfect view of my strained cock that tented my shorts. All week I felt his eyes perving at me, especially after I’d shower and walk up the hostel hall with my towel wrapped around my waist.

So it was now or never. I’d go to one of the public toilets at the other end of the airport and hope he’d follow. I left my bag with the girl next to me and got up to walk past him and his mates. I walked right past them with Raybans on and sensed he was keen. I felt a raging hard on just knowing I was about to get a possible fuck from this macho ‘straight’ guy.

As I opened the swing door of the mens toilet I clipped my Raybans to my vneck tshirt. There were a row of urinals and unoccupied toilets on the right with a guy washing up and leaving the room. I went to the last urinal and started to beat off just waiting for him. A few seconds later he took the next urinal and looked down at my cock. Suddenly he grabbed me by the shoulder and pushed me backwards through the stall door. My cock still hanging above my shorts he dropped to his knees and wrestled them down leaving my red aussiebums still resting on my balls. With arms up I held the stall divide with my hands. Ass clenched, he was pumping and sucking my precum off – at times cupping it fully to his throat, almost gagging. I was stunned at the speed he worked it. His mouth all warm and wet as he rotated his tongue. He’d done this before for sure and showed no holding back.

He suddenly moved up off his knees and slung his singlet back over his tatooted neck showing off his ripped abs. I went straight for his throbbing hard on, pulling at his untied boardie cords so they’d fall off him. He casually kicked them to the side with his thongs. I moved forward to grab at his cock which was straining through his speedos. He resisted and with that he flipped me around eager to dive in.

With one hand he locked my head sideways and using the other hand I helped him tug down my aussiebums and push my tshirt up around my chest. He was rough but I loved how raw it felt. I could feel his hard on stretching through his speedos as he rubbed against me. He kicked out my legs as far they’d go and dribbled his warm spit so it slid down to my hole. Popping his cock out over his speedo drawstrings, he spat on his hand and wiped it down. He then massaged my tight ass chute with 2 of his fingers. Then all of a sudden he grabbed my hips and thrust inwards. I let out a moan. Never having had someone start with full throttle.
I tried to protest , “Easy there…”
“Shut the fuck up… .” slapping my ass with his hand.
And sure he was right. I’d been teasing him all week. He pushed on with the same speed he’d face fucked my cock.

With the pressure building, he grabbed my hips again and began to dive in faster with deeper grinds. I could feel the drawstrings slapping at my balls and his speedo rubbing at my chute so I started to push back for a deeper thrust. He caught on and put more thrust in, pushing closer in so I could feel his stubbled neck.

All of a sudden he shuddered with groans and I felt the spurt of his juice up my chute. He kept thrusting deeper inside me with each explosion until he started to soften and pull out. With his head now resting on my shoulder, he then reached around and began to jerk me off until I blew my load of warm cum. Not finished he flipped me around and I shot my last load over his speedo.

“Thanks!”. My aussiebums were around my ankles and there was milky cum all over the floor. He ripped off his black speedos and said “No good to me now, I’ve gotta go”. With a smirk, he pulled his singlet down, tied up his boardies and unlocked the latch. Thongs on, he ran off leaving me standing there with cum dripping down my leg.

I quickly dried my cock off, pulling up my aussiebums and cleaning off his pair of speedos which I wore on top. I quickly found my gym shorts and thongs from the next stall, did a quick clean up and ran out of there.

The best bit was the walk back to my bag. Sitting there with his mates, I past him wearing his own speedos showing through my shorts. He just smirked again as his mates looked on.

OK guys, I will talk to you from the other side of the ditch.

I made it back to San Fran with no problems – I still haven’t joined the mile high club though.

I do have a funny story about one of my gay hostesses getting a little bit uppity.  It was a QANTAS flight and I was sitting next to this American couple on their way home.  They were nice and both of them had retired from the Navy where they worked in ‘intelligence’.  I’m not sure what that means and I didn’t get too many details out of them.

The three of us were having a drink after dinner, it was my 2nd scotch of the flight and about 4hrs into it.  The elderly couple were drinking wine.  We asked this flamboyantly gay male hostess for another drink.  He got the wine really quick but like 15 minutes later I still didn’t have my drink.  I’m pretty chilled out so I wasn’t too concerned.  Then this older, a little overweight, str8 male hostess is walking by and I asked him if he could check up with the fairy on my scotch.  My exact words were:

 Any chance you could see how my scotch is coming along from the fairy with the blond hair.

I didn’t say it being nasty, I was smiling and I didn’t really mind it takign 15 minutes BUT as I said it, the fairy popped up.  And he heard it.  Hahahaha.

He gave me the drink, I was embarrassed and thanked him and then he told me that he thought I had enough to drink and was cutting me off.  Aggghhhhhhh.

Ow well – I guess some people don’t have a sense of humor.  If the guy is reading this…. I’m sure you didn’t know that it was the famous ‘Dave Evans’ calling you a ‘fairy’ and I apologise if I hurt your feelings but that wasn’t my intention at all – and next time you are in San Francisco I’d love to make it up to you – hehehe.

I made it safe and sound guys.

There were some cute made hostesses on the flight – I’m pretty sure you have to be gay to get one of those jobs.  I’ve never even been close to joining the mile high club but any one of the male hostesses on my flight could have had my Mile-High virginity.  I remember Shannon Boh posting some pics of him on an Australian domestic flight getting his pants off and posing for some pics in a speedo – I never come across that on my flights.

I got a little sleep and finished the first of the ‘Hunger Games’ novels – I knew nothing about it and I enjoyed the premise – I little ‘young adult’ (was no Salman Rushdie which is a tough read) but perfect for the flight.  I’ll finish off the 2nd and third books on the beach over the next week hopefully.

I’m getting a quick blog post in before my hosts get home from work – the weather isn’t awesome but not too bad and I’ll get a quick dip in the ocean despite everyone thinking I’m crazy.

Then I’m off to poker with the boys (all str8 unfortunately and I’m not out to any of them) and watch the Broncos v Titans game.  If I don’t drink too much I might get up for a surf at sunrise but I wouldn’t bet on it – might end up at the Terrigal Pub instead – hehehe.

I made it back to Queenstown and all my flights went fine. The weather isn’t great here today but during the week I’ll get some photos for you guys.

This year I am living on my own and I’m looking forward to it!!!

I am horny after my flight (along with being pretty tired). There was the biggest bathroom I have ever seen on a plane – I think it was the disabled bathroom and after seeing it I couldn’t help but have naughty thoughts about what I would have loved to have done in it.

I’ve masturbated while in a plane but never had any proper hanky panky – any readers here part of the Mile High Club?

Unpacking awaits and I better get back into it – feast your eyes on these guys….