My legs trembled anxiously as I waited in the padded chair. I buckled and unbuckled the seatbelt trying to distract myself, but all I could think about was the giant metal aircraft that was about to take off with me inside. Mrs. Danvers' science classes returned to my mind, with her nasal voice summarizing the effects of density. 'That is why the densest one always descends. The densest always goes down. ALWAYS GOES DOWN'.

The echo in my head seemed to be trying to take my sanity away and, quite frankly, it was succeeding. I clenched my fists and took a deep breath, trying to think about anything else. ALWAYS GOES DOWN !!!

I know it's childish logic, but at that moment in time, I just couldn't accept the idea that a metal airplane that big could be able to fly. Metal is denser than air, isn't it? And the densest one ALWAYS GOES DOWN!

"Hello," the perfectly melodic voice took me out of my imminent nervous breakdown and I looked to the side with a start. The flight attendant smiled at me with all the sympathy in the world and her serenity finally helped calm me down a little, silencing my paranoia. "Could you get up for a second, just so he can get through?"

I looked to her side and saw what looked like a preteen boy staring at me sheepishly, his head partially covered by the hood of the blue coat that he wore.

"Ah … of course. Sorry. I was a little distracted." I got up and made room for the young teen, who squeezed past me and sat in the armchair next to the plane window. Brave boy. I, who could barely breathe in the aisle seat, could not imagine looking through the window at the houses that would soon become tiny as toys when the plane left the ground.

"Jake, you know you can press the button if you need anything and I'll come right away, don't you?"

The young boy gave a slight nod and the flight attendant smiled at us one last time before walking away. The plane was very empty and, at that hour past midnight, most of the few passengers who were inside slept quietly while we waited for takeoff. The cabin light had been dimmed for their comfort and I deeply envied anyone who could just fall asleep in that deadly metal trap.

Well, I think it's best to make something clear … I don't tend to be this nervous and paranoid a teenager on a daily basis. Usually, I am very calm and kind of cool (at least that's what I'm told). It turns out that if I were offered the choice between being burned alive slowly with excruciating pain or simply being thrown from a very high place, I would probably choose the fire. That's the size of my fear of heights. In the past few days, all I had thought about was this trip. Not because it would be the first time that I would ever leave the state, nor because I would finally be able to see real snow or even because I could spend the holidays with my cousins, who I hadn't seen in years. All I could think about was the damn plane, diving and taking me to my certain death. Last night I hadn't been able to sleep a wink thinking about it. Of course, at the age of seventeen with all my young adult pride, I couldn't admit to my parents, my girlfriend nor any of my friends that I was simply terrified of having to fly for the first time in my life. Now, moments before takeoff, my fear was so evident that it showed in my nervous breathing, sweat on my forehead and wide open eyes.

"Sorry. I said that she could put me in one of the dozens of empty rows nearby, but she insisted that I should not sit alone."

I was surprised when the boy spoke, once again returning to reality and leaving my macabre thoughts about death and air disasters behind. "Oh. That's okay…" I said, trying to keep my tone calm and casual as I had done with the flight attendant. "I don´t mind. In fact, it is good not to be alone in here. I … never flew before, to tell you the truth."

"Ah, is that why you look so pale? I thought you were sick or something. I was about to show you the vomit bag, in case you needed to".

The boy's spontaneous manner made me laugh and my nervousness dissipated a little bit more. "Am I pale? Damn it, I thought I was covering it up so well…"

"Are you joking? Before the lady asked you to get up so I could pass, I thought you were having a cardiac arrest," the young lad said playfully and I laughed some more. I realized that he was doing it to distract me and I was extremely grateful, since it was working.

"Well, it's only a 4 hour flight, right? I think I can survive," I said ironically.

The boy responded, "4 hours and 40 minutes…"

I grimaced when I heard that and he immediately added, noticing the affect of the last comment. "But don´t worry. It's not that bad. You will hardly notice that we are flying."

"Have you flown before?" I asked curiously, noticing that the boy was much younger than me.

"Ah yes. Several times. My parents travel a lot for work. Sometimes they take me with them. This time, though, they are going on a longer trip and, since I am on vacation, they are sending me to my grandparents' house."

"Cool," I said thoughtfully. "I am also on vacation, going to visit my uncle. And my cousins, of course. But this is the first time that I´ll be leaving the…"

"Attention, passengers. Our takeoff has been authorized", the pilot's voice sounded through the airplane´s speakers and I froze immediately, swallowing. The young lad next to me gave me a funny laugh.

"You can sit next to me if you want to," he said invitingly and I nodded immediately. I briefly unfastened my seatbelt, jumped into the chair in the middle of the row, next to the boy, and buckled the seatbelt again.

"I don't know how that will help if we fall, but thanks," I said sarcastically and he laughed.

"Well, if we fall, I'm sure we will end up on a desert island, like in Lost. It will be good to be sitting together so we don't land too far from each other… "

"Not helping…" I squeaked before I felt the aircraft move across the airport runway. I squeezed the arm of the chair with all my strength and took a deep breath. The young one next to me, however, was in an opposite state. He settled himself casually in his chair as if he were inside a simple subway, glad to be finally moving. He took a packet of gum from his coat pocket and put one in his mouth. Then he offered it to me.

"No, thanks. I don't think it's a good time".

He smiled. "It is the best time, actually. It will help your ears not to hurt".

"What? My ears?", I asked, not understanding, but he soon explained.

"Something to do with the altitude. When we take off, our ears ache from the difference in pressure up there and for some reason, chewing gum helps."

"Are you joking with me?"

The young teen laughed. "I swear I am not. Come on! Take it."

I picked up the gum, still suspicious of being pranked, but put it in my mouth.

"Crew, prepare for takeoff."

***

If I was on a roller coaster, this would be the time that I would scream to get off. But I didn't have that option on the plane. So, I just focused all my anxiety on chewing that gum while I felt the aircraft running down the long runway accelerating to an incredible speed until it finally left the ground. I admit that it was terrifying, but also exhilarating in a way that is difficult to explain. Humans were not made to fly, but somehow, there I was. It was kind of magnificent to see the ease with which the plane left the ground and the fluidity of its movement made it all seem so simple. The density problem didn't seem so important anymore. It was as if the metal plane wanted to stay up in the air, somehow.

I calmed down a little and let go of the arm of the chair, looking around and seeing that the young teen was smiling at me, making a cool one with his right hand. "It's not that bad, is it?"

"No…", I admitted. "Much better than I thought it would be". I felt the pain in the ear that he mentioned and chewed the gum more steadily, which really made the pain diminish a little. A while later, the discomfort had passed almost completely and the plane was climbing more slowly, heading towards our destination.

"Well … I think I might be able to get used to flying. It is much more peaceful than I thought it would be. Way less shaky." I looked at the boy beside me and made a friendly gesture. He was removing his sneakers from his feet, keeping only the white and gray socks, and sitting with his legs crossed. "Thank you for calming me down, by the way. You helped a lot."

He spat the gum into the vomit bag in front of him and held out his hand to me. "No trouble at all. I'm Jake, by the way".

"Daniel. Or Danny, for my friends", I said, shaking his hand.

I talked a little more with Jake and found out that he was in sixth grade and was 12 years old. The missed sleep soon caught up with me, though, now that the tension had subsided, and I couldn't keep the conversation going for long. Before I even realized it, I fell asleep in the padded chair relaxed by the subtle swing of the aircraft between the clouds.

***

Waking up was a little more awkward than I imagined it would be, and for a moment I wondered if I had really woken up or was in some kind of strange dream. The shaking of the plane took me out of my sleepiness and I saw that the scene in front of me was really happening. Jake had his stockinged feet on the chair, watching a video on his cell phone.

So far, nothing strange. What surprised me, though, was the content of the video. I could clearly see a girl about 18 or 19 years old sucking the dick of another guy her age. Jake stared at the screen without realizing that I had woken up and I found the situation quite funny. I remember well being 12 years old and discovering pornographic videos on the internet. To be honest, watching that kind of content was still a habit that I had. It may have diminished a little since I started dating Mary, as we were beginning to try out some of that stuff, but we hadn´t done much yet and I still had the need to play with myself. Me and the rest of the teenagers of the world, probably. Watching on an airplane, though, even an empty one, seemed a little bit risky.

I sat up in my chair and spoke in an amused tone. "I m not sure if this is the best place to watch that kind of video."

As expected, Jake jumped and immediately lowered his cell phone. When he saw me awake, the boy opened his eyes wide, not knowing what to say, until he stammered out the words. "Hum…Oh God…Sorry … I thought you were sleeping."

I shrugged my shoulders with a smile. "That´s okay, I don't mind. It's not me you have to worry about, though," I said, pointing to the stewardesses who were moving through the aircraft. The young man seemed extremely ashamed at being caught and I was actually sorry to have caused him the embarrassment. I wished I had just pretended to be waking up slowly so that he could have had a chance to put his cell phone away.

"Really, Jake. It´s not a problem. Everyone looks at those sort of things".

"I know …" he said with red cheeks. "I only did it on here because my parents have parental controls on the home computer. My friends always talk about these videos, but I can never watch. I took advantage of getting a new cell phone for the trip and a friend of mine gave me some content".

"Wow. So you never saw one of these before?"

Jake shook his head. "I mean … my friend Rob took his cell phone to school once. I saw a little bit. But I really couldn't see much."

"That sucks," I said understandingly. "Parental control, right? I can give you some tips to get around those. But I'm sorry to have interrupted you the first time you saw one. Like I said, I don't mind. You can keep watching. I'll let you know if a flight attendant is coming. Or some old lady going to the toilet… "

Jake blushed. "It's all right. You don't have to. I was just watching because you were sleeping.".

I shrugged my shoulders. "I can go back to sleep, if you want."

Jake laughed still sheepishly and shook his head. "I think I've seen enough."

"Are you sure you are done? I mean, were you just watching or jerking off too? "

I didn't think it was possible, but Jake blushed even more. "What ?! Just watching!".

"Okay then. Just asking. But you do already jerk off, right?"

He looked around uncomfortably, before answering softly. "Well … yes. But only alone. I mean,.. No videos or photos."

"That´s fine. I like to use my imagination too. But sometimes a video can be way better. And rest assured. There is nothing to be ashamed of. I did it all the time at your age. I still do it, actually. So you can watch your video if you want.

Jake seemed to think about it, looking at the phone with the screen off and said, "Maybe later. It's a little weird with you next to me… "

I laughed and looked at the boy. The relaxed near teenager who had tried to distract me a little while ago from my fear, now seemed frozen with embarrassment . I wanted to show him that he really didn't need to be ashamed. "Okay, then. But was the video good at least?"

He thought before answering. "I think so."

"You think so? Did you get hard, at least?"

Jake was clearly still embarrassed and just shrugged.

"I can see that you still are, actually," I said, pointing to the tent in the front of his pants.

"This is just the belt…" he lied trying to disguise it, but I quickly snapped.

"Ah, right. Let me see," and with my right hand, I briefly patted the boy's pants, feeling his young erection through his jeans. Jake's eyes widened and he opened his mouth, completely surprised by what I had done. I was afraid that I had gone too far with the joke and could be accused of sexual harassment or something, but the embarrassed boy couldn't help smile and started laughing.

"Okay … I got hard," he admitted and I echoed his laugh.

"I know. You couldn't fool me with that tent in there. Come on, I know you want to watch your thing. Let's do it like this: I´ll watch it with you, if it makes it less awkward. Is that fine?"

Jake smiled and nodded. "But if a flight attendant passes …"

"You put your cell phone down immediately."

He agreed and went back to playing the video. The two young lovers on the screen once again enjoyed each other. The girl was beautiful, with firm breasts and a smooth mouth. The guy who now licked her body was also very handsome. A little thin, but defined, and with a very large dick. I looked at the front of Jake's pants and noticed a slight movement in there. He must have been really horny. Putting my critical sense aside, without even questioning whether it was really a good idea, I put my hand on the front of his pants and started to feel it. Jake took a deep breath and opened his eyes wide, looking at my hand in his lap. Then he looked at me in surprise and I got afraid I could be bothering him. But it was not discomfort that I saw on his face. Obviously, the young lad was disconcerted and maybe even a little bit scared, but he was definitely enjoying it. I continued to slide my hand over his jeans while he watched the video. He was breathing harder and squirming slightly in his chair, unable to contain the new sensations he was experiencing.

"I want to see your dick," I said quietly beside him. "Can I?"

Jake looked around, at the plane's corridors, and then at me. "What if someone sees us?"

I thought about it. "I have an idea. Take off your coat. " Jake didn't even question. He was so horny that he just did what I said. He took off his blue coat and finally I could see him better. His hair was straight brown and well cut, like a young movie star. The young face was delicate, but masculine. He could be a model if he wanted to. Now that the bulky coat was gone, I realized he was thin. He wore a white shirt underneath. I put the coat on his lap, so that it would block the view of anyone passing by.

"All right. Now get your pants down a little."

Once again, Jake did as he was told. He unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them to his thighs. I lowered the coat from his lap, since there was no one around, and looked at his underwear. He was wearing green boxer shorts. I felt his dick again, this time only covered by his boxer shorts, and I could feel his erection better through the thinner fabric. Inside my own pants, my dick was rock hard as I continued to touch Jake, trying to give him pleasure. He was barely looking at his cell phone now, as he was more interested in my hand on his groin than in the porn video.

"Get your underwear down, now," I said

The boy knew what was coming and, even at the risk of being caught, he didn't even hesitate before obeying. He got up a little on the seat so that the fabric would come down more easily and lowered his underwear to where his pants were, sitting back with his bare butt on the plane seat.

"It's not very big," he said kind of shy, but I smiled excitedly.

"It's perfect, Jake." His dick was very pale and completely smooth, and despite what he said was a good size for his age. Except for his head, the boy seemed to have no hair anywhere else on his body. I felt his dick with my fingers and touched his balls a little, also smooth. That boy was beautiful and, if it wasn't too dangerous, I would have asked him to take his shirt off too. I wanted to see as much of him as I could. I would have to settle for the dick, though.

"When did you start to get hair?" He asked curiously and I stopped to think.

"I think I was about 14 years old." He looked discouraged, so I added. "I like that you don't, actually. It looks better that way. And girls love a shaved guy too. But do not worry. If you want to have hair, it won't be long."

Jake smiled and I started to actually jerk him off, with my fingers touching directly on his dick. The boy sighed deeply and I asked him if he was enjoying what I was doing. All he managed to do was shake his head positively.

"Do you cum already?" He looked at me uncertainly and I explained it better "When you do this alone, does anything come out at the end?"

Jake seemed to understand. "Oh no. I mean … sometimes it leaks a little bit of transparent stuff, but not much ".

"Great. We can go all the way, then. No mess. After all, it would be difficult if you got all dirty in here, wouldn't it?" I winked at him and Jake nodded. I started to increase the pace and the boy did the same with his breathing. I was afraid he was going to start moaning out loud there on the plane. With my left hand, I began to discreetly caress his belly, placing my hand inside his shirt and feeling his body. His muscles shook and I knew he couldn't take much more.

It was then I saw the flight attendant approaching. I stopped immediately and pulled the blue coat up over his lap. Jake rushed to turn off his cell phone screen.

"Hello boys. Is everything all right?" We both nodded, fearing that she had seen something. "Jake, do you need anything? You know you can ask, don't you? I am responsible for you on this flight".

The tween shook his head. "I'm fine, thank you".

"What about you, young man? Do you want something to drink, or something else? "

"Um … I think a Coke."

Jake looked at me in surprise and I gave him a smile.

"Ah, than I think I'd like one too please."

The stewardess nodded and walked away. Jake and I looked at each other and laughed softly.

"Are you crazy? Why did you order the Coke? Now she will come back to bring it!" he said, still laughing, and I shrugged.

"Lets wait for her to bring it before we continue. It's good to take a break so you can last a little longer. You were almost finishing, weren´t you? ". Jake nodded. "Are you enjoying it?"

"Yeah! It's amazing. I've never felt that before. Where did you learn to do that? "

"Years of practice with myself," I joked.

The flight attendant came back and brought us our drinks. We drank quickly to get back to playing. Jake didn't even bother to get his cell phone out this time. We didn't need it, anyway. I pulled his coat down and when I touched his dick again, I felt that it was no longer as hard as before. The coke break had worked. I moved my hand up and down again, and then Jake gasped softly. When his dick was as hard as before, I spoke softly in his ear. "Keep an eye out for anyone coming. I want to try something ".

He nodded and, without saying anything else, I bent down to his lap and put his dick in my mouth. I heard Jake's breathing get louder as I sucked on his cock a few times before sitting up again.

"My god…", he had his eyes closed and clenched fists. "That was so awesome. Can you do it again?"

I laughed. "Okay, but just one more time. Someone may get suspicious if I keep my head down for too long ".

I bent down again and put his dick in my mouth once more. I ran my tongue along the length of his member and felt Jake gasp, holding my hair tightly. He tried to keep my head down there, but I forced myself up until he released me. I was amused by his enthusiasm.

"Sorry. I couldn´t help it. It was so good that I just wanted a little bit more "

"I know. If we weren't in public, I would do that ". I went back to jerking him off and in a few seconds he completely shook. His breathing made a strange sound and I saw that he was trying hard not to moan. Really, nothing came out of his dick, just a little pre-cum. He pulled his underwear and pants back up, but left his coat off.

"Do you want me to do it to you?"

I smiled at him. The offer was tempting, but the risk in the middle seat was greater. In addition, my days of dry orgasms were long over. "Thanks, Jake, but I think I'm going to have to wait to get home. It would be too messy."

He laughed and nodded. "Thanks Danny. That was incredible. I will never forget it."

I smiled back and agreed. "Me neither. Who knew a plane ride could be that much fun, right?"

The End