When in Paris E2 | A solo trip earns me a seat at the mile highclub (Patreon)

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Continued directly after the last story 

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You know how hard it is to get your boner down so you can piss, when you have the pressure of needing to board your plane in the back of your head? 

Really fucking hard, that's all I can tell you. I ended up being able to push myself to pee, which actually helped the wood go down. 

The anxiety of missing my plane put me into panic mode, and the rest was a blur as I scrambled to get myself to the gate. I think I only started breathing again when I got into my seat. 

Fuck, I'm sweaty. The stuffy air in the plane wasn't helping either. 

“James.” 

I jump at the sound of my name and locate the source. Mathieu waves subtly at me from his seat, a couple of rows ahead of me and to the left. 

Seeing his face again is making me heat up more, and I don't know what else I can take off because I'm just wearing a t-shirt. But if I don't take it off, I'm going to sweat through it. 

Mathieu gives me a small smile before turning back around. I take a breath of relief and try to calm my breathing down. 

If anything, it should be him that's embarrassed. He jerked off in front of me. He's the one that was exposed. He's the one that came everywhere. 

There was so much cum. So much cum splashing off the urinal. 

My thoughts kept going back to the moment of watching his uncut cock bounce erratically, propelling large amounts of jizz onto the porcelain. 

“Please fasten your seatbelts.” The sound system dings. Take off begins, and everything returns to normal for a moment. 

A lot of moments actually, as at some point I fell asleep without realizing and I woke up as I heard the food cart coming down the aisle. 

I waited for my turn to tell the flight attendant what I wanted, and I excitedly took a picture of the meal. It's nothing special of course, but it was my first solo trip airplane food. It didn't taste half bad, and I finished it fairly quickly. I even got to chat with my neighbour a bit about our trips. 

His cologne alerted me of his presence before his voice did. It's definitely some fancy brand that costs way more than the deodorant I have on. 

“James, my friend. How are you?” Mathieu says, leaning onto the seat in front of me. “You have made a new friend?” 

“I…yeah…” 

“You will introduce me? Hello, I am Mathieu.” He reaches over to shake my neighbour’s hand, who I actually never asked the name of. “So you are ok?” He turns back to me and I feel like I get hit by a gust of his cologne. “You succeed in peeing?” 

The heat flushes back into my body. I feel like my neighbour is staring at me, and I feel frozen because I don't want to look at him nor Mathieu.

“Maybe next time, you need help?” That did make me look at him, and he smiles innocently back at me. “It is harder to pee when it is time of the take off.” He imitates a plane taking off with his hands. “Maybe you need to do the same as me.” His fist transforms into a classic fapping symbol. 

“Hey!” I sit up straight suddenly, unclasping my seatbelt. I couldn't handle the awkwardness of the conversation anymore. Mathieu seems to understand, and backs up as I stand up from my seat. Then, he leads us to the end of the aisle where we pass a small curtain.

“Too much?” His eyes twinkle with humour. 

“Way too much, man. What gives?” I look around to the other side of the curtain and see most of the passengers absorbed into their own thing. 

“Who cares?” Mathieu shrugs. “It's just a joke.” 

“Yeah, and I'm the butt end of it.” 

“The butt end?” He cocks his head a bit.

“Nevermind.” I didn't want to explain it then. 

“You need to be more relaxed,” he says, looking me up and down. I close my arms so he can't see my pit stains. “How are you going to explore the world like this?”

“Like what?” I say indignantly back. I move out of the way as a lady slides past us to use the lavatory. “Sorry.” I definitely feel like she looked at us funny. 

“Too worried about what other people are thinking,” Mathieu says seriously. “What do you think will happen if you talk about sex? The police arrest you?” 

The toilet flushes and the lady comes back out, obviously weirded out that we're still standing there. 

“Sorry, he is a virgin,” Mathieu says to her as she passes. 

“Hey!” I snap at him. “I'm not a …” I quickly lower my volume as I say, “...virgin.” 

“You act like one.” 

I felt like he was gonna say more, but then a girl around our age came up behind him. 

“Ah, te voilà.” He turns around and kisses her. Not the simple peck on the lips, but a sort of ravenous kissing. 

Right in front of me. 

“And have you ever joined the …how do you call it… the mile high club?” he says to me as the girl kisses his neck. 

“I…”

He winks at me and I know he wouldn't believe me even if I said I did. 

“Excuse us,” Mathieu says as he leads the girl forward and I have to step backwards into the curtain so they can open the lavatory door. She goes in first and Mathieu turns to me. “You want to go first?” 

He looks down at my crotch, and I wonder if he can see that I'm excited. 

“No?” Mathieu winks at me and then goes in. 

Who is this guy?

I stand there stiff, and think to turn around. I mean, this is probably some long joke or… 

“Mmm…mmm..”  subdued moans come out of the cabin’s door. All my bones lock into place, and all my blood goes to one singular place. 

“Mmm…mmm…mmm”

Clack! The sound of something hitting the foldable door strikes fear in me. Someone's gonna catch them! 

Clack! Clack! Clack! 

I look around in a panic, surveilling passengers' reactions at the loud noises coming from the lavatory. To my surprise, no one seemed to hear anything. Most people have their headphones on, and the rest are sleeping. 

Clack! Clack! Clack! 

CLACK! The final sound is followed by giggling. A second later, the door opens and Mathieu walks out backwards, zipping up his pants on the way. 

“You are still here,” he says with his accent as he buttons up. The girl comes out too and walks away without saying anything to me. “You are like a watcher then?” 

“No!” I croak. 

“But you are hard,” Mathieu says while turning to face me directly. I'm not even trying to hide the pit stains anymore. “I am right?” 

I bite my lip and I don't say anything. 

Yes, I'm hard. 

I'm really fucking hard. 

“Hmm,” Mathieu says as he comes up close to me. So close, that our chests are touching. 

The scent of his cologne is tinged with a primal smell now. Something that wasn't there before. 

“You tell me when you are ready,” he whispers in my ear, then pushes past me, rubbing his entire chest against mine in the process. 

Once he leaves, I quickly go into the lavatory and lock the door. 

The smell of him is strong here, with a tinge of chlorine in the air. 

“You tell me when you are ready.” 

For what?