I came.

I joined the Mile High Club.

It was funny, I was in a plane and actually thinking about the Mile High Club and how cumbersome it is to join and how I’m far too lazy to get up and make my way with someone to the toilets just to have sex there while holding my breath because the room is so small you have to get rid of all the air to fit another person in there with you.

And suddenly, out of nowhere, B’s hand was under my jeans. Right there where we were sitting. Then his hand was on my cock. Then my cock was on my shirt. And then B did this very hot thing he does with the tip of my cock which drives me crazy … it’s the meanest edging technique ever. But this time, sitting between an elderly woman from the UK on B’s side I didn’t care about and a young guy from Romania on my side who was sleeping (or was he? ^^), the edging became more than just edging and … I came.

I shot my load onto my stomach (under my shirt) and tried to wipe it up with my underwear as much as I could. Then B took a picture so I could post it here, and I spent the rest of the journy in my soaked underwear full of cum.

So here is the picture. Unfortunately, it’s not that good as there are my hands on it for whatever reason and it’s really, really dark as the light had been turned off by the crew. You can’t even get a good look of the face of the guy I was looking at while cumming. But maybe you’ll like it anyway or consider it proof I’m not making anything up here. ;)

So, I am a proud member of the Mile High Club now. Where’s my badge?