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                               Mike Khan (Leatherman)
                                 Five Mile High Club
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                          .            F i v e  M i l e  H i g h  C l u b
                           .              from "The Leatherjacket Tales"
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                     I remember the good old days of flying, when the great 747
                   fleet first graced the skies.  It was the peak of the jet age
                   and the world looked on us as the elite of the elite.  We set
                     the standard by which all commercial flying was judged.  I
                       recall how honoured I was the day I received my flight
                   attendant wings, my first flight, my promotion to purser.  Ahh
                    yes, the past was beautiful.  No low budget airlines, no TWA
                   scabs, no imminent fear of bankruptcy.  We flew with pride and
                     proved our service was the best.  I worked the New York to
                    Frankfurt run as often as I could.  Of course, that one day
                              still stands out strongly in my memory.
                     We were late boarding for the flight.  I had gone from the
                  plane into the passenger waiting area.  There I noticed him for
                       the first time.  He was so handsome-tall, brown hair,
                    high-cheek boned with deep blue eyes and manly tanned face.
                    His moustache accented his perfect smile.  Our eyes met.  I
                    felt like a school boy who is having the first crush on his
                  teacher.  As I walked  back to the plane, I glanced back at him
                    only to find him looking at me, grinning like someone with a
                    secret he is aching to tell.  I notice he was tall and well
                                 framed, even in his business suit.
                    I returned to my post in the first class cabin and waited to
                   see if he would be seated near my position.  Alas, he was not
                     amongst the first class group.  I sighed as we closed the
                    doors. One of the stewardess in the aft of the economy cabin
                  called me to come to the rear galley.  I carefully checked each
                      passenger as I walked down the aisle, trying to give the
                   appearance that I was inspecting seat belts when in reality I
                   was looking for him.  I was perplexed as I failed to find him.
                  The disappointed look disappeared from my face as I walked back
                    towards the first class cabin.  There, in seat 23 A, was my
                                         handsome stranger.
                      "Excuse me," he asked, " but what is the flying time to
                     Frankfurt?" I laughed and replied with the 7 and 1/2 hour
                     flight time along with the complete routing that flight 66
                   would be taking that evening.  He thanked me and as I told him
                     I hope i could be of service to him during the flight, he
                              chuckled saying, "I'm sure you will be".
                    The flight finally took off with its usual 45 minute delay.
                     All during the meal service I kept finding excuses to walk
                   about the cabin to steal a glance at my friend in 23 A.  When
                    the meal service was ended in the back, the movie began.  I
                  brought 23A a glass of champagne.  We spoke casually about this
                    and that, but our eyes were glued to each others during the
                    conversation. I was anxious for the meal service to end.  It
                   seemed to be an eternity. All I wanted to do was be with 23A.
                     Finally, the service ended, the passengers were either as
                  soundly asleep as they could be in an airplane, except those in
                  First class who comfortably lounged in their sleeperette seats.
                    The crew was beginning to rest.  I went into the bathroom to
                  fix appearance.  I looked at my eyes in the small mirror.  They
                     seemed to me like two brown dots that were  overworked.  I
                      combed my longish brown hair into place, even combing my
                                moustache.  I then proceeded to 23A.
                     My friend was asleep in his seat.  I sat next to him.  The
                   presence of my body caused him to awaken.  We spoke.  I had a
                    great idea.  I decided to give him a tour of the plane.  We
                   walked towards the galley elevator.  I saw my closest friend,
                  Steve, who was working the flight with me.  I nodded at him and
                  he knew what he had to do.  Meanwhile, my new friend and I went
                                     down to the lower galley.
                   The lower galley no longer exists in our fleet of planes, but
                           oh, I tell you, I was glad we had it that day.
                   My companion and I entered the empty galley.

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  The lighting was
                   dim.  The drone of the jet engines could be heard louder than
                  before.  We spoke without as much fear of being heard.  I could
                  see the bulge in his suit.  As we looked into each others eyes,
                    our lips suddenly met and we began to embrace.  Our kissing
                  became more passionate, my tongue working against the inside of
                   his mouth with our lips hard pressed.  THE heat of our longing
                    grew.  I started to kiss his neck, rubbing my hand over his
                    crotch area.  I felt his hard organ beneath his clothes.  I
                    unbuttoned his shirt and began to suck on his erect nipples.
                   Slowly, I worked my way down to his pants.  My hand worked his
                    cock out from under them.  It was hard and erect.  My tongue
                   licked the head and slowly went around the shaft.  As I sucked
                   on his immense organ, my fingers  worked their way around back
                   and began to tease his tight asshole. He moaned as I took his
                        shaft deep into my throat.  "Oh, yeah,"he groaned in
                  excitement"uuuhhhhhhhhh...Fuck me, please, fuck me" he asked as
                             he moved his body in response to my work.
                  I stopped sucking on him and stood up, removing the last of his
                  clothes.  He looked beautiful, standing naked in the galley.  I
                     knew I had time as Steve was above keeping guard and would
                    signal me in plenty of time if there was trouble.  By now my
                  own uniform was on the floor.  He was rubbing his hands over my
                   hairy chest and worked them down to my cock.  He knelt before
                  me and  took my eight inch organ into his mouth, making it more
                                 erect with each sucking movement.
                    I then forced him to stand again.  I turned him against the
                    galley counter.  I stretched his arms out and tied them with
                   some cord that was in one of the holds tightly to the counter.
                   His feet were spread, legs apart, and ass ready for action.  I
                   took some butter that was handy and used it to lube his hole.
                   I soon positioned myself behind him and began to work my hard
                      cock into his waiting hole.  He moaned,"slowly...ahhhh,
                    slowly." As I pushed into him he began to beg me to push in
                    deeper, deeper, and deeper-until the full length of my shaft
                      was in him.  I began to ram hard into his ass.  My balls
                    slapped against his smooth, firm buns.  Harder and deeper I
                   worked in the dim lights.  Here we were, 36000 or more feet up
                   above the North Atlantic, fucking our brains out in the galley
                   of a Boeing aircraft.  If the designers  only knew.  I wanted
                  him more with each movement.  My body tingled in great pleasure
                   as my cock moved into and out of his aching lovehole.  His ass
                    felt tight and warm as I rammed harder, almost without mercy
                     into his bond body.  He begged me to shoot my load.  As I
                     burned his ass with my cock, I reached my hand around and
                    worked his hard tool.  I slowed my pace and played with the
                    head of his cock.  This added to his own excitement.  He was
                     wild with  passion.  I began to fuck him hard again.  As I
                  forced my organ into him, I slapped his ass with my hand.  Each
                   slap was harder than the one before.  The sound of the engines
                  drowned out his moans.  I continued again to play with his ripe
                   cock, twisting it in one hand as I squeezed his balls with the
                    other. I could hardly stand it myself much longer.  We were
                   moving as one being.   "I'm cumming!" he groaned.  I felt his
                  body stiffen and he tightened the muscles of his hole around my
                   cock as his own cock relieved itself of its juices.  I rammed
                  harder into his tightened hole, my cock becoming more sensitive
                        until at last I shot my own load deep inside of him.
                  I pulled my organ from its warm enclosure and untied my victim.
                    We kissed and then quickly dressed as I noticed the warning
                   light, which was Steve's prearranged signal, flash.  I help my
                  friend back to 23 A and, very satisfied, I returned to clean up
                                any signs of our fun in the galley.
                     I was happy to learn later in the flight that he would be
                   staying at the Intercontinental just as the crew would be.  We
                    decided to meet in the lobby and we spent that day and night
                  together until I had to leave to work the return flight back to
                      New York.  I remember that trip so well.  But, even all
                  wonderful memories have their flaw.  In all that time, I forgot
                                       to ask him  his name.
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