I was on a United flight, heading to Las Vegas to a magic convention and to see my long-distance boyfriend, David, who I had not seen in ages. Of course, being separated, we were in an open relationship. But, we were really looking forward to some quality time together..

Just before the doors closed and we were required to turn off our cell phones, I got a text message from David saying he was not going to make it to Las Vegas, as he had a family emergency. This was not the first time that we had to cancel our plans. I was sitting in the back of the airplane which was almost completely empty. I put my head in my hands so no one could see me crying over what had just happened.

We took off without incident and upon reaching a proper altitude, in-cabin WiFi came to life. I immediately sent a text to my boyfriend asking what had happened. But I got no response. I sent a second text and still no response. Oh well, I just figured I would have to spend my time at the magic convention and it would keep me plenty busy.

The few passengers that were in the back were sound asleep as we left early in the morning.  I was freshly waxed with a wonderful Brozilian wax job from a few days ago and had on some sexy black lacy underwear.   I was also looking at some gay porn, as I was the only one in my row on either side of the aisle.  At least one of the flight attendants was obviously gay, and maybe the other three were also, but I do know that the good-looking younger attendant was as gay as a three-dollar bill.

The attendant served me a coke and a very sexy smile, I was hoping the caffeine might wake me up a bit.  It did, and I started to feel arousal in my pants.  Naturally, my hand went to my crotch as I began to feel myself up a bit.  I was thinking of my boyfriend, and what his reaction to the fresh wax job and the black sexy underwear would have been. It would have been only a matter of minutes after we got our room before we both would be as naked as jaybirds. But that was not to be.

I moved over to the window seat so I could think for a bit and get my head around the fact that I was not going to see my boyfriend. About this time I had finished my coke, and the good-looking guy who I later found out was named Bruce, came and picked up the empty cup. Perhaps he saw my hard-on or maybe he saw the porn on the screen.  I don't know.  He asked if I needed anything else.  I sort of hesitated and he leaned over to me in my seat, and whispered what I thought was "Do you want a blow job"  Of course, it was only a whisper on a very noisy airplane.

I replied,  "If you said what I think you said, absolutely!" 

He said "Follow me to the back galley."and moved off.

Of course I gladly did so, but was not sure that I wanted him to make me cum as I was still thinking about my love, David, and missing him.

He closed the back curtain and snapped it shut in a few places.  Here I was, invited to get a blow job in the back galley of a Boeing 747. What a great way to join the mile high club!

I was a bit nervous, but he told me to relax as he pulled down my joggers. I like to fly comfortably.

He told me that the other flight attendants were all cool with what was going on, they were all gay, and that if they needed anything they would call on the intercom.

I sprang to a total flag pole.  He took  one  look at my lacy underwear and asked how often I wore them.  I told him this was the first time. 

He joked, "I am happy that you wore them for me."  He told me to take them off and take off my joggers and shirt too.  So here I was totally naked. 

He pulled down his pants and had a raging hard-on too. I got to suck on it for a while, but not long, as he was more interested in me.   He got on his knees and began to feel my soft waxed skin and he said  "Very Nice". 

I just mumbled something, as his mouth was soon on my raging cock. He knew every trick in the book, exactly where to hit my cock to almost make me cum, and he knew where to put his finger to massage my prostate. He sucked both sides of my hard cock up and down and only when he got done hitting my taint with his tongue did he go back to my cock head.

He almost had a load down his throat, but he distracted me when he asked me where I was going. I told him to Las Vegas, and that I was supposed to meet my boyfriend there for about a week of fun, but that he cancelled just before we took off.  He almost got me to cum a second time, once again hitting all the right spots, but I managed to hold it off, as I had still had my boyfriend on my mind.   Bruce told me that Los Vegas was his home base and that he was taking a week of vacation.

Once again he went down on my cock till I could hardly hold it, but the intercom buzzed.  "Damn," Bruce said, and he let my cock out of his mouth to answer the call. 

"I'll be right there he said" and hung up.  He looked at me and told me "I have to take some coffee up to the front. They are out.  He then told me to put on nothing but the lacy underwear and to sit in the jump seat near the side of the plane.  Then off he went to deliver the coffee.

So there I was sitting in the jump seat in the back galley with nothing on except my lacy sexy underwear, waiting for Bruce to return. He was gone for quite a while. I was about to just put my clothes back on and go to my seat. As I was reaching for my joggers, the curtain opened, but it was not just Bruce. One of the other flight attendants was with him. Bruce said, "It is OK? This is Richard, my partner.  Sorry it took so long to get back, but Richard and I have another idea.  Put your clothes on and follow us."

Once dressed, I followed them up the aisle to the front of the plane and into the front galley.  Once there, they nodded at the other two flight attendants and got a big smile from them.  At the very side of the galley was a door that when opened had a set of stairs going up to the upper level.

Bruce, Richard and I went up the steps to find a very nice room, with two almost-double bunks, a bathroom and a small refrigerator.  They explained to me that this was used by the crew on long international flights, or sometimes for shorter flights, such as the one we were on. We were going to use it today for a bit of fun.

I was told by both Richard and Bruce to strip naked and get on the bed.  Of course, I complied immediately. Bruce went back to my cock and started again on me, but I was far past cumming. If one goes too long, then you tend to lose it.  However, Richard was a hot top and he pulled one leg up until I was on one knee, and proceeded to enter me.

He had lots of lube. Apparently, it was waiting in the upper deck for those who needed it.  He pushed his cock into me so gently and deep, it felt so good.  I asked him if it was covered and he said no, that he was on PReP, which made me relax even more. 

He then pulled out and I asked if something was the matter. He said, "No, look at the ceiling." I did. There were a number of rings hanging from the ceiling. Bruce handed Richard a black bag, and when Richard opened it. It contained a sling, that was ready to hang from the rings on the ceiling. They both hung the sling and had me get into it. I was about to experience the mile high club in a sling, and indeed I did.

Richard fucked me until he could not take it anymore while Bruce asked if he could take a picture or two, for the 'mile high club' as I was now a 'preferred member'.

I said yes as long as my face was not in the picture, and he agreed to that. So I was initiated into the 'mile high' club, photos and all.

When Richard was done, I had cum leaking out of my ass hole.  Richard told me to clean up good as he did not want any cum on his nice airplane seats.  Bruce once again told me that his base of operations was Las Vegas and that he and Richard were taking a week off.  He asked to exchange email addresses and phone numbers and asked if they perhaps could come and visit me in the hotel or perhaps at their place.  It did not take but a few minutes to get the information exchanged. We then put our clothes back on, put away the sling and lube, checked for any tell-tale signs and went back down the stairs.

Looking a bit like I was drunk, I returned to my own seat in the back of the plane, while Bruce and Richard went hard to work cleaning up the tray tables and garbage of the other passengers.  When Richard got back to my aisle he said " I hope you had a wonderful flight and that you will fly United again. We look forward to seeing you again soon." 

"I'm sure that will happen," I assured him.

With that, I fell asleep thinking about David and how this week was supposed to be spent with him.  I woke up just as the plane was touching down on the runway.  It had looked like I was going to spend the whole week alone, but now I was all warmed up for some Vegas magic provided by Bruce and Richard. I knew David would understand!