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The "JUMBO" ride! A recent trip found me in the Caribbean island of Barbados for a period of 2 weeks. It is a wonderful island with friendly people, fantastic weather, good rum and beer and idyllic beaches. While there I had many good experiences but none to rival the overnight trip home on a jumbo jet charter aircraft. The aircraft was a 747-100 with the maximum number of seats allotted for tourist class (about 420). This meant a very crowded overnight flight of about five and a half-hours departing at 1:45 a.m. to our destination which was Toronto. Upon checking in at the counter I learned that 16 luxury seats were available on the upper deck of this aircraft which had recently undergone an overhaul. For a premium of fifty dollars extra per passenger they would provide a passenger with 2 abreast seating, about five feet between you and the seat in front, 2 washrooms, a stand-up bar and enhanced meal service, as well as a wider seat. As I was arranging my ticket I noticed a young looking fellow in the line behind me who was obviously traveling alone. I struck up a conversation with him (his name was Jonathon) and learned that we had been to many of the same areas and attractions on the island but had never ran into each other! He was extremely good looking, fresh, tall, very blond medium length hair, with a large gold earring set in each ear, about 20 y/o, wearing a long T-shirt and baggy dark nylon shorts. Even his feet looked great with his custom designed leather sandals. He was a very respectable looking twink despite the late hour. He decided to take the window seat on the right hand side of the upper deck while I would have the aisle seat beside him. This was also the very last row in this "super-seat" section. Before we boarded the aircraft we decided to have a final rum punch in the departure lounge bar. It was expensive but it was after all our last taste of the island for a while. And it was really loaded with over proof spirits. Soon we were laughing, joking and pardon the expression "having a gay old time!" I learned that Jonathon ("Jon") was a theatrical arts student from Canada who was spending a late winter's break on the island It was time to leave as the flight was called. I followed Jon out to the ramp and up the air-stairs to the front of the aircraft. He preceded me up the stairs thus giving me a good view of his beautiful sculptured legs hat had very fine blonde hairs and topped by a very cute ass. His wider than normal hips seemed to sway or rotate side to side as he mounted the stairs. Once on board we went through the same scene as I followed him up the spiral stairs to the upper deck. I started to have visions of what type of equipment was under those few layers of clothes. We found our seats at the very back right hand side of the aircraft. There was a storage locker rather than seats to the very left of us and of course just a bit of empty space behind us. The seats were extremely wide compared to a normal seat. Jon suggested that we raise the wide armrest between us as to give us both extra spaces during the night. I reached for the lever at the same time as Jon --- our hands touched and what seemed like a shock passed through our skins. He looked at me square in the eyes for what seemed a long time, gave my hand a gentle squeeze and allowed me to raise the armrest. This had the effect of making me catch my breath and gave me a funny warmth in my stomach. Actually the feeling was a bit lower than my stomach. It was a definite stirring in my cock which was safely encased in a tight lime green thong under my beige tropical weight dress pants. The take-off roll was in progress, which I knew from experience would be about 35 seconds of full thrust forcing us back in our seats. About ten seconds into the furious take-off run Jon put his left hand over mine which was resting on the seat cushion. He clung very tightly for the rest of the roll. I tried to comfort him by turning my hand over and squeezing in return. It wasn't until a few seconds after take-off that he relaxed. We were served a drink within a few minutes and he seemed to relax even more. We both got calmer and started to discuss our beaching preferences. The subject came around to swim wear and the type we each preferred. He said that when he was younger his mother had made him wear boxer styles in underwear as well as swim wear. That apparently changed when he went to high school in Switzerland where all the boys teased him as they all wore bikinis and thongs. He said he liked the feel of a good quality Speedo or other sport-type suit. The way it held him made him feel comfortable and sexy----and he said it made him look great to other people. I said that it probably would except I couldn't tell for the baggy nylon shorts that he was wearing. He looked forward to see if any of the flight attendants were near, reached down and lifted the waistband of his shorts. What a sight! Encasing his lower body was a white high-cut European style bikini that looked like it was sprayed on. The sides were tapered to about three-quarters of an inch. His beautifully tanned thighs and his lower stomach were visible. There was not a hair on his lower torso ---- just a few short tiny wisps of blond fluff at the point where the top of the bikini met his lower abdomen. His navel was a small, coiled, cute, shallow indent. A bold red heart-shaped logo was embossed on the very top left part of his suit, a type that I had never seen. I could tell that he was somewhat aroused as his cock was about a half inch short of being at the top of the swimsuit and it looked fairly big. This got me very aroused; I wanted so badly to reach over and touch it but realized that now was not the time! Instead I said, "That's really nice----your suit is a different color than mine but about the same style!" After a short pause during which I saw his cock give a quiver in its package he said, "Maybe I could see yours when things settle down?" We agreed that now was not the time. We would wait until the meals were served and there was a break in service for the crew who was working a sixteen-hour day. I knew that they would like to get things over with and have a few hours of uninterrupted rest. After the meal, which was quite uneventful, Jon put on headphones and was obviously grooving to some great music as he started bopping around and from side to side in his seat. As we had stowed the center armrest, every so often his movements would put his hips and thighs in contact with mine. I found that I was gently turning in his direction to take full advantage of the body contact. Also it must have been good for him as I could make out an ever-growing bulge under the loose nylon shorts. Then there was an announcement that the lights would be lowered and blankets distributed for those passengers wishing to sleep. The lights were indeed very low-not enough to compromise safety but it would be impossible to read a book by the light alone. Jon and I spread our blankets over our area and reclined the seats to the full extent. These were big executive-class seats like big lazy-boy type recliners with a footrest. After a few minutes of this I looked over his way and saw that he was resting with his eyes closed. I thought "oh well" I might as well let my hand do a little walking. I let my hand very slowly creep under the blanket over to the area of Jon's left thigh. To my amazement my hand touched smooth firm skin where there should have been shorts. Jon must have removed them in anticipation. My hand now moved with more urgency and soon I was fingering the edge of those incredible white under things. My hand moved over the edge of his bulge and slowly grasped and ungrasped the beautiful full cock, which was encased there. I just had to see a bit of what I was doing. I grabbed the edge of the blanket and put my head under to get a better view. What a great sight---aided by a full moon shining through the aircraft window I could see his huge cock was pulsing with my hand movement and his hips were starting to tilt up and down. While doing this I looked up at his flat stomach and hairless chest to see him stimulating his nipples. They were bigger and more distended than I have ever seen on a woman. He slowly and magically ran his fingers around one and then the other only stopping to give each one a long pinch before moving on. I got closer and closer so that eventually my tongue was grazing the edge of the white fabric along side of his cock. My left hand moved down between his well-proportioned thighs, which were as smooth as silk and very warm. I ran my hand down to his knees and back and then back up to the cock which was getting impossibly big for the light nylon prison that held it. As I ran my fingers up to where his cock was almost out of the top of the swimsuit I felt a damp spot through the fabric. Jon reached over and grabbed my hand quite strongly! "What about you?" he whispered hoarsely in my ear. I relaxed my grip on him and lay back in the seat. Within seconds his hands were hurriedly undoing my belt, opening the clasp to my trousers and unzipping the fly. I could see him watching with delight as he could the see the sporty looking lime-green mini bikini that could double as swim wear if it needed to. His hand ever so gently grasped my fully engorged cock through the thin fabric. It was as if little electrical shocks were pulsing into my body. He stopped for a moment to take my pants off completely. I was astounded at what happened next. He rolled over with his blanket directly on top of me so that we were face to face, belly to belly, cock to cock, thigh to thigh in our seat. He started grinding his pelvis into mine---what a feeling. . His one arm was massaging my neck and the back of my head. His mouth eagerly met mine, out lips parted and out tongues were thrashing each other's. His tongue went into mine so far as to scrape the top of my mouth sending chills right to my toes. Since my arms were now free I ran them over his chest; had a good feel of his previously mentioned enormous nipples; ran them under his armpits and down his back. I hungrily grabbed his wonderful nylon encased ass with both hands and pulled his arcing body to me as I thrust my own hips in an upward motion. As I neared the crack of his ass he moaned and a shiver went through his body. My hand explored the meaty butt and my fingers entered the waistband of the swim wear and then got lower and lower into his crack. His movements seemed to pull my hand even further in and finally a finger was through the barrier. I must have touched his gland pretty hard. Within a few seconds his body was writhing without much control. I too was bucking quietly but furiously. For a few seconds it seemed that the only weight- bearing spot for Jon was his cock against mine. I heard him give a gasp and felt lots of warm sticky wetness between us. That was it for me ---I came a few seconds later and with such an intensity that I felt I might pass out. Gradually his grinding hips slowed down and finally stopped with a shudder followed by complete relaxation of his body. He bent over me and whispered for me not to take my finger out - not yet anyway. He was insatiable! What a great thought as we had about 3 hours before they served breakfast!