The Flight

AN: This story came to me from a friend about his real life experience. I'll admit I embellished a bit but a large chunk of this story is true. Enjoy!

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So, I'm a pretty submissive guy and get occasional 'dares' or 'challenges' from friends online. They've been pretty harmless and easy to accomplish in the past and mostly involved me doing something a bit embarrassing at home.

The last one though, was the first time it had me taking a challenge on the road. Or, in this case, in the air.

I mentioned on my blog that I'd be traveling for the first time in over a year and was excited to visit friends out West. The next day, I had an anon request saying that I should fly without underwear.

Honestly, the thought kind of excited me. I don't tend to go commando and so the little nudge to do something outside of my usual routine was nice. I posted their request with affirmation that I'd take on the challenge. The rest of the day was spent packing and preparing for the trip.

The next morning I decided to check my page one more time before heading to the airport and, wow, some guys really liked the idea of me traveling sans-underwear. I had no idea being commando was such a turn on for some guys, although when I stopped to think about it, I found myself thinking the same thing.

In the thread among my online friends and fans though, guys kept trying to add to the challenge. That, "just going commando wasn't enough." "A ton of guys do it, and with jeans you can't even tell." "That's not hard enough."

They did have a point. I took a quick once-over at myself in the mirror and my jeans and t-shirt. The jeans were in fact dark and thick enough that you really couldn't tell if I was wearing underwear, no underwear, or even a few pairs to be honest.

Returning to the thread, I saw a few suggestions of how to up the ante, so-to-speak. One dude recommended just going bottomless which obviously wasn't going to happen. Another said I should wear those leggings girls buy that show off their asses. I didn't own any leggings like that in the first place but I knew I couldn't have the balls to wear something tight like that anyway.

It wasn't until I read one guy's suggestion on just wearing some loose gym shorts that piqued my interest. He said he loves to wear loose gray shorts out and about. It gives some definition to his cock if people are staring but if you're not actively seeking it out, most people won't notice.

That seemed like a reasonable challenge and definitely outside my comfort zone but within the realm of 'willing to try.'

I went back to my dresser to find a pair of blue shorts that I've had for a while and held them up. They were a thin nylon material but also dark, unlike the gray shorts the dude who commented talked about. I thought that would be better for me anyway, as I didn't really want anyone to see my junk.

I stepped out of the jeans and boxer briefs I had previously decided on and pulled the shorts up my thighs. Looking back in the mirror I felt pretty good about the challenge. I mean, without my boxer briefs to contain my stuff, you could see my cockhead push against the material a bit.

They had these tiny holes throughout the fabric but I couldn't actually see my skin through them so I knew it would be fine.

Stowing the jeans and undies into my suitcase instead, I headed to the airport while the sun began to rise.

Arriving at the airport I was already starting to get nervous. The confidence I had about this funny and stupid challenge was becoming a rising fear. I found myself playing through all the ways this could go wrong from probable to insane.

What if the escalator ate my shorts off my body? What if someone spilled something on me and I had to change? What if they had to do a body search on me?

The thoughts were mostly terrifying but a bit of a nervous turn on. The bumpy drive to the airport didn't help the realization that I had gotten hard during these thoughts. I looked down to my lap as I parked and gasped as I saw my hard dick pressed up against the shorts.

Even in the dimly-lit airport parking deck I could make out the entire shape of my dick straining against the material.

"Fuck..." I whispered to myself.

I thought about bailing on the challenge, but that would have been a first for me. Instead, I took a breath. I willed my boner to go down over a few minutes and just decided that I'd need to not repeat that until I safely arrived in my hotel a few hours from now.

Looking back at my now-soft package, I was reassured by it's obfuscation. Did I certainly have a dick between my legs? Yes. But you had to be looking.

With that, I got out and headed into the airport with my suitcase behind me. Little did I know how badly I should have just bailed on this whole thing...

Check-in was pretty uneventful. I felt like people were staring but honestly that was more in my head than anything else. Also, no one wants to be at the airport, especially not early in the morning. I handed my bag over to the front desk lady and took my ticket, phone, wallet, and book for the ride along to TSA.

This is where the nerves started to bubble up again. What if they had to search me? I was pretty confident that wouldn't happen since I only had shorts and a t-shirt on and no bag, but my mind was jumping to the worst case scenario.

As I got in line for security check-in, I got frustrated with the pre-check people. Their line was so short while I was stuck here behind at least a hundred people. There was one guy, sort of young and a little cute who seemed to be checking me out. When he caught me looking at him, he gave a little smirk. Okay, he was definitely checking me out.

I started to feel a familiar lust tingle traveling down my spine and quickly looked down to my shorts. The good news, I wasn't hard and would not be getting hard anytime soon because the bad news: my shorts were more transparent than I thought.

In my dim-lit apartment and in the car earlier I couldn't make out any detail of my skin underneath; however, in the bright fluorescent light of the airport that was very different. Between the blue fabric was dotted with the color of my skin peeking through all those little holes. And with the all-around lighting of the airport, the outline of my cock, especially the head, was pretty fucking visible.

Panic had set in, but I had no options. I was stupid enough to not take a bag with me with any other clothes and my clothes and keys were in my suitcase, checked and already heading towards the plane. I literally had no options but to continue onward.

Fuck me.

I moved forward with the line. I used the book I had to cover my bulge and avoided eye contact with that hot guy. I couldn't help but wonder how visible my ass was though. I tried to push those thoughts away but all I could focus on was how exposed I felt.

It took nearly 20 minutes to finally make it up to the machines but I was happy to be nearly through. From this point on I could just sit somewhere and shield my lower body from any eyes. I pulled a tub up and placed my few items in there before stepping up to the x-ray line.

I forgot about those. I still remember the traditional metal detectors but these were more invasive in my opinion, even if they were better for detecting weapons. I had seen photos of their results on the internet and how you could make out guy's dicks through jeans and here I was in loose nylon. Whoever was operating the machine would definitely have a crystal clear view of my junk! At least in the photos I saw the outlines of things were all one monotone green color, but still...

I stepped up to the platform and the guard instructed me to mimic the position shown on a sign pasted inside the machine: feet spread and arms above your head. Usually the machine runs instantly but it wasn't.

I looked over to the guard and he was either zoning out or staring at me. I of course assumed the latter and gulped. Could he notice my bulge? I didn't have my book or even my hands to cover up right now either. I didn't dare look down for fear of confirming my suspicions.

The seconds dragged on until another guard or agent came up and said something to him.

"Ugh, again?" he responded back to her. "These things are always acting up."

The machine wasn't operating, which meant he probably wasn't actually staring at me and also meant my body wouldn't be scanned which gave me a moment of relief.

"Alright, sir, I need you to step over here onto this mat."

Until I realized what that would mean.

"I need you to put your arms up like a T."

Fuck.

I did as instructed as other travelers were routed to a traditional metal detector. Just my fucking luck. As I stood there with my arms out he patted my torso down with his hands. As he trailed down it took every ounce of me to resist any lustful thoughts or urges.

"Okay, sir. I'm going to pat down your shorts but I'll be using the back of my hand, okay?"

I stammered out a "Oh, sure" being unsure of what else to say or even what my alternative options were. He went down the outside of my thigh first which was already pretty sensitive with only the nylon material rubbing against them but then he started moving up the inner side.

I could feel the blood beginning to flow. It was only a few seconds but it felt like minutes as his gloved hand rubbed up my thigh, bringing my shorts with it. The sensation was too much. I was being tickled basically and my legs flexed and quivered in response. When he reached my pouch I could feel the pressure of his hand against my balls, lifting them, and it was too much for me not to make a little moan.

"Alright. Anything in your pockets I should know about?"

I looked down at him. "What? No. Everything I had is in the bin."

"Okay."

I had not realized that this meant he was going in them though until his fingers invaded my right pocket. I clenched again and lifted my thigh a bit to keep his fingers away from my cock which was growing no matter how much I wanted it not to.

With him pulling on my shorts to get into my pocket, that thankfully kept them tighter to my body, pushing my half-chub away from his prying fingers. A moment of relief but quickly replaced with anxiety as his other hand entered my left pocket.

These stupid shorts had pockets that were ample size. It was a benefit for me having to carry a handful of things in them alone, but was now the bane of my existence as his hand had to dig to get to the bottom. While my pocket was indeed empty, that didn't stop his fingers from finding something adjacent to it...

I gasped a tiny breath as his two fingers brushed up against the head of my dick. His thumb caught up to examine this foreign object with better grasp as he asked "Sir, what is th--"

As he got a firmer hold on the top of my dick he realized what he had grabbed at the same time that I let out a hissing sound from intaking air through my clenched teeth.

He shot up and took a step back, momentarily looking at my now much-more-visible bulge in my shorts. Probably straight and just as uncomfortable as I was at the moment, he just said, "Uh, you're fine. You can put your hands down too."

I did so quickly but took a look at the obscene little tent I had created in my shorts as I did. Turning around, I found my bin of belongings and got my shoes on as quickly as possible. Then, grabbing my stuff, I shoved them in front of my crotch and sped walked away. Not before seeing the guard talking to some other guys and them looking over in my direction.

Shit. I'm sure he was telling them some letch had gotten a boner and made him touch it. I needed to retreat to a safe space.

Once I made it to my gate, I started to feel a bit calmer. My boner had fully vanished and any witnesses to my situation were likely far away. I sighed.

I had survived the worst and most invasive part of the trip. Now came the boring part of waiting for my flight as I get to the airport with plenty of time to spare just in case. I pulled out my book and began to fade into the words while I waited for the 45 minutes to count down before boarding.

A few minutes in though I noticed a cute guy directly across from me. It was unclear what flight he was waiting on, but he was reclined and absent mindedly swiping on his phone. As he zoned out to his little screen I couldn't help but check out the shorts he had chosen to wear that morning.

They were a fuller fabric than my own but about a foot shorter and in his reclined position, they cupped his bulge nicely. He was probably wearing underwear though as there was no VPL that I could discern. Just a whole lot of something going on down there.

He looked over at me and I shot my eyes back down to my book, afraid I had been caught. I pretended to scan the pages with my eyes but retained no words. My mind was still focused on the fear and rush of being caught and the desire to go back for more.

I waited a minute or so before looking up again. He was back on his phone and his bulge was-- bigger? Was that just my imagination? Either real or not, it was having a very real effect on my own. I thought to myself that I needed to get out of here. The temptation was going to lead to something bad, one way or another, and I wasn't going to sabotage myself like this.

I got up, shielding my growing cock with my book, and moved further away from the gate to seats that were mostly vacant to try and actually read and distract myself. Thankfully my trouser snake went back to sleep after a few minutes and I was able to fall into the pages of my book.

About 20 minutes or so later, I looked up between chapters to see the people beginning to gather around the gates and in the seats that were previously scarcely filled. That's when I noticed the guy from the pre-check line. He was sitting across from me now, with his head tilted and his phone out.

I thought, what a weird angle to sit at. He's going to hurt his neck if he sits like that for too long. I furrowed my brow trying to understand when I scratched my ankle. My ankle that was raised and resting on my knee that I had placed there without thinking.

The loose shorts were open and facing directly at that cute guy. My face must have flushed. I quickly put my leg down and closed them together which caught his attention. Had he been using his phone to look up my shorts? Did he see anything? Did he take photos?! Was his attention on me because I had covered up my cock and balls or simply because I moved suddenly.

There was no way to know, other than to go ask him I guess but that was clearly out of the question. So instead I pretended to resume reading, aware now that I may have been flashing him and anyone else walking by who decided to look near my thighs. This challenge had seemed so easy and somewhat tame a few hours ago and now I was debating just cancelling and taking a cab home.

But even my house keys were in my bag. I literally had no options but to travel.

Oh well. At this point, the most physical experience was over and I learned my lesson about being unaware of my lower half. For the rest of the day I'd sit with my legs clenched and my book in my lap. No ifs, ands, or buts.

Nothing was going to go wrong with the rest of my trip. I just knew it.

I kept that determination for the next half an hour or so as I sat in the terminal waiting for boarding and the eventual boarding process. Just a few hours on the plane and I'd be home free once I landed and got my luggage. I contemplated changing in the airport when I arrived instead of waiting until I got to my hotel.

I walked down the aisle of the plane looking for 18B. I counted in my head as I squeezed past people stowing their luggage or attempting to get comfortable. One lady while rummaging through her purse in her seat grazed my junk with her elbow. She looked up and said "Oh, sorry about that" but I don't think she realized what she had touched. Thank god. A second later I was past her, so no worries about her figuring it out either.

15... 16... 17...

There! Row 18.

Oh, duh. Of course seat B was in the middle. The aisle seat had already been taken by an older dude, maybe 50, who was buckled in and reading a magazine. He was pretty handsome, and judging by his attire, he was traveling for work. Some type of business man I wagered.

"Hey man, I'm there." I pointed to the middle seat to signal to him that I needed to get through. He looked up at me and just raised an eyebrow before letting out a big sigh. Instead of unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping into the aisle like most well-mannered humans would do, he just sat back in his seat a little further and bent his legs to the side.

Really dude? I wanted to make a big deal about it but I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. I just gritted my teeth and attempted to step over his legs to get into my seat. I chose to go in with my ass facing him because I couldn't bring myself to have my crotch be eye-level with a guy. It was definitely the right choice, but it wasn't great that the tight space means for a few seconds I was rubbing my cock hard against the back of row 17.

I must still be young at heart, or at least in my dick, because it responded pretty quickly to the physical contact and by the time I plopped back into my seat, I was chubbed up. Luckily the guy seemed to pay no attention to me whatsoever and I was able to quickly buckle and put my book in my lap.

With any luck, seat A woudln't show up and I could move over a seat when we started to take off, giving me more distance between me and businessman.

Of course I didn't have any luck though.

After a few minutes of people walking past our row and making me hold my breath with each driveby, a young twink took out his headphone to say "I'm in there, guys." He gestured to the window seat similar to how I had and business guy gave him the same response.

The twink was more vocal than I was though. "Dude, just get up."

People behind him were getting agitated that the line had been halted. The business dude replied, "just get in there already" while gesturing his head towards the window.

The young guy rolled his eyes and muttered, "whatever" under his breath but purposefully loud enough to be heard. He took the same approach as me, butt facing us, as he shimmied his way towards his seat. Unlike me, though, he had a bag with him that he held in front of himself as he went. This pushed him further away from the seats so he had to sort of squat-step over us.

I tried to spread my legs as wide as I could to give him room to place a firm footing which was great for his left leg. However, as he brought his right leg in to meet it he snagged it on something (probably the rude businessman's leg) and fell into my lap!

Now, it was only a second, maybe two tops. And he had landed with his ass on me, through jeans, so I'm sure he couldn't 'feel' anything but it was still shocking. Especially because I had moved my book up to my chest as I leaned back to give him as much space.

While his ass probably didn't feel my dick, my dick certainly felt his ass.

"Shit, sorry!" he gasped as he jumped back up and over to basically jump into his seat. I quickly replaced the book atop my bulge and said through a gasp, "it's-- it's fine."

He shuffled beside me to get his bag stowed, buckled in, and replaced his headphones to listen to whatever he had been on his phone to begin with.

So... that was horrible. BUT, it was all over. I was in my seat now and our row was filled. I had my book shield and once we took off I could use my tray as cover as well. Just a few hours left.

The attendants went through the safety spiel with almost-zero audience engagement and the plane moved towards the runway for take-off. The business guy was still reading his magazine and the twink was slumped against the hull of the plane looking at his phone. From how he was leaning and holding his phone out though, he could have easily been looking at my thighs.