All or almost all males, they were also rumored to be in the regular habit of screwing each other, and sometimes whatever other boys they could get th...ir hands on. Maybe boys just like me. And somehow—I’ll blame it on the heat, the fog over my brain—that thought was starting to turn me on that day. I was fantasizing, imagining them abducting me, four pairs of callous freak hands all grabbing around my body at once, all pulling out their cocks for me, taking turns pressing my face against their. When my fingers gently trace the length of his cock through his pants, he'll know I'm touching him because I want to. I want him to keep ignoring me, like he doesn't notice a random stranger is feeling him like this on a plane. I have a feeling he has a huge cock. I want to be able to slowly unzip his pants under the tray table and rub him though his boxers. Ideally, I would love to find a way to pull that hard cock out of his pants and wrap my hand around it, hiding it, not letting anyone know. You moan and arch your back as I do and your hand moves down towards the pot of gold you have between your legs. I grab your hand and tell you I will get there in due time, for now just enjoy the journey.I move down to your stomach and as I kiss each of your sides, you giggle a bit as my mustache tickles you. I then move to your belly button, and it is like I am making love to it with my tongue. From there I move to the bend of your legs which also makes you giggle. I nuzzle in the soft pubic. All but one were keen to at least see if my idea was feasible. Another rather pleasant thing was that I was already recognised by a few of the regulars who asked where my stand was. Everyone was more than understanding when I explained.When I returned from my longer foray I saw Lucy deep in conversation with a familiar figure.'Hi Helen, fancy seeing you here.' I said to my ex-coaching colleague. 'Be careful here won't you. The stuff is very poor quality and she charges an arm and a leg for it.