Kid Traveling Alone

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
Artwork (c) 2007 by Eduardo.

I settled into my seat with a sigh of relief. A nonstop flight from Los Angeles to Singapore is a long one, more than sixteen hours, and I was traveling alone. I wasn't going anywhere for a while! Plenty of time to sit back, study my notes on my new job, work on projects I hoped to start there in Singapore for my corporation, and hit the ground running.

No problems, no interruptions, just sixteen hours of time to myself....

"Hello!" came the small voice.

Oh, no! I looked up from my laptop at the young boy with the stewardess next to him.

God, no, please, no! I said silently. I was flying business class, they couldn't, they just couldn't....

"This is your seat, Todd." the stewardess said to the boy. "Right next to this nice man. You just sit down and be good, all right?"

"Sure!" Todd was placed in the window seat next to me. Please, God, let him just sit there and....

"Hello!" Todd said to me. "What's your name? Mine's Todd. Todd Wilmer."

I turned to look at him. Jesus! Todd couldn't be more than seven years old, he was about four feet tall, thin and maybe seventy pounds, with jet black hair and a fair-skinned face that beamed innocent eagerness at me.

Great! I had just earned myself a new best friend for the next sixteen hours. Goodbye time to work on projects. Goodbye relaxing and getting ready for Singapore! I was going to spend the next sixteen hours attempting to entertain a little boy traveling alone, whether I wanted to or not!

With a sigh, I shut down my laptop and shook the small hand. "I'm Jack. Jack Chalmister. So, why are you going to Singapore, Todd?" I asked him.

"My mom and dad have work there." Todd informed me. "I stayed with my grandma until they got the house set up and then they called for me. Grandpa drove me to the airport, and Mom and Dad will be meeting me at the airport when I get there."

"That's good." I said, attempting a smile. "I thought you'd run away from home or something."

Todd giggled. "No, silly! I'm going to my new home. What about you?"

"Me, too." I said. "I mean, I just got transferred by my corporation to the Singapore office, and so I'll be living there for at least a while. They have a house for me to live in, a big house with some other employees, but I'll have a whole area that's just mine, and servants to cook meals and clean for me."

"My Dad and Mom have that, too." Todd said. "Maybe the houses will be next to each other and we can see each other."

Well, Singapore wasn't that large a place, a fair-sized island nation. "Sure, we'll be neighbors." I said.

"Great!" Todd enthused. He then launched into a long discourse about his last school, the friends he had, and so on and so on. I made friendly noises. Todd ought to be bored with this after a time. Wouldn't he?

Nope. Not a chance. I wasn't a sparkling conversationalist for him, but he didn't have anything else to do. My offers to help him with the in-flight movie or some magazines was a wasted effort. He took the magazines, he put on the headphones...but two minutes later, he was showing me a picture in the magazine or pointing at the movie and talking about it.

Like I said, there went my 16-hour chance to work quietly on preparing for my new job. I wasn't expected to start work until 48 hours after I got to Singapore but I had counted on that time to get to know the city and settle in to my new place. Now, I'd be crunching my work in between that, and starting my new job worn out and probably still suffering a bad case of jet lag. Singapore was more than a sixteen hour flight, it was also sixteen hours ahead of Pacific Coast USA time!

My sole consolation was that I had started work on my new time schedule the last few days. I had slept very late the morning of this trip, into the afternoon, in fact. Now it was after nine o'clock in the evening and I was still awake and ready to go. But Todd ought to shut down pretty soon.

The airplane shut down the overhead lights at ten o'clock. The stewardess gave us both blankets and pillows, and I put the pillow behind my back and put the blanket over me, and helped Todd do the same. Once he fell asleep, I could get my laptop out and turn it on and work quietly until he woke up. God willing, that would be over eight hours away, and then I would be sleepy myself and I could ask the stewardess to take Todd to another seat if one was available.

I lay quietly, and maybe I actually did nap for a time. Sleeping in doesn't fix all the problems of jet lag, your body feels the sun in the sky, the daylight around you, you have to live the new place a few weeks to really slide into the new schedule. Still, things had been quiet for a time, maybe I could get up without waking Todd now.

I pushed the blanket off me and there were the words I dreaded. "You awake, too?"

"Yeah!" I sighed to Todd. "It's hard to sleep on a plane flight."

"Yeah." Todd said. "Can we talk some more, then?"

"Better not." I said in a hushed voice. "We'll have to keep quiet, let everyone sleep. Okay?"

"Okay." Todd said. "But...what can I do?"

"Anything, just keep quiet." I said. I went ahead and pulled out my laptop, put it on the pull-out tray to work on. "I'm going to work on my laptop, nice and quiet. Why don't you listen to some music with the headphones?"

"Okay." Todd said.

I got the laptop started and opened my proposal for the Mekitsui building complex. It was going to be set up in Malaysia and was the chance for my company to make over a hundred million dollars over the next....

I felt it, then. A small hand. Right at my crotch.

I hastily closed my laptop and set it down, pushed back the tray it was sitting on. There it was. Todd's hand, now groping my cock through my trousers.

"Todd?" I said very, very quietly.

"Please, Jack?" Todd said. "I don't have nothing to do."

"But Todd...."

"And you told me to be quiet. This will be quiet. Can I? Huh?"

"Todd, I...." I swallowed real hard. Mostly because my cock had swelled up like a freaking tent pole in his hot little hand. "Todd, this isn't a good idea." I hissed to him.

"Please? I'll be quiet." Todd was unzipping my pants, and damn it, they slid down easily. He had his hand inside and fumbling at my briefs in no time flat.

What the fuck was I going to do? Raise a fuss on the plane? Tell a stewardess? They were all in the back of the plane or something, none of them were moving around, anyway, that I could see. Todd now had undone the top of my pants. The pants were a beltless model, once they were unfastened, the top sprang apart about four inches. That let Todd pull my briefs up and down over my erect cock without any problems at all. It was like my clothing was cooperating.

I couldn't find anyone to tell quietly about my dilemma. Or even know what to tell someone if I had.

I swallowed hard and looked back at my crotch. Todd's hand was now firmly wrapped around my dong, and he was staring at it like it was the most marvelous thing he'd ever seen.

"That's a big one, Jack." Todd said to me. "A lot bigger than the ones I usually play with when my friends come over. My hand can't even cover it all up like it does theirs."

"That's because I'm a grown-up, Todd." I said carefully. "It doesn't work the same way that your little friends' dicks do."

"Really?" Todd marveled. "What's different?" Todd began to work his hand up and down my prong. I quivered as the delicious sensations rushing out of my groin as he moved his arm in smooth motions. He may have never played with a man's cock before...but he had the method down pat!

"Mmmmm!" I sighed.

"How's it different?" Todd asked. Then, "What's that coming out of the top?"

I looked and saw a bright bead of clear precome sitting on the top of my cockslit. "That's just my joy juice." I said to him.

"Joy juice?"

"Yeah, the better I feel, the more of that comes out." I said. Then at the end, when it's feeling really good, there's a whole lot of it."

"Yeah?" Todd asked.

"Yeah."

"Cool!" Todd decided.

His hand played on my prong for a time in relative silence and communal pleasure.

"Jack?"

"Yeah, Todd?" I whispered back to him. I was lying with my head back against my pillow and just loving the feel of it all.

"Your joy juice." Todd explained. "What's it for?"

"Well." I gulped hard. "It's how a man helps a woman make a baby."

"Yeah?" Todd's hand never stopped.

"Yeah." I said. "A man shoots it inside a woman and she uses it to make a baby." A simplistic explanation, but better than the one my grandma had told me when I'd asked her back when I was Todd's age. Under a cabbage plant indeed!

"Does the woman like a man's joy juice?"

"Yeah." I said. "She loves it. Usually can't get enough of it."

"Oh." Todd said.

I should have realized what Todd was making of my simplified explanations. If a woman loves a man's semen, it must mean what?

Todd's mouth closed on my cockhead and he sucked it dry of my precome.

It means that it tastes real good.

Todd pulled his head back off it with an audible popping sound.

"Todd!" I gasped in posthumous reaction.

Todd was smacking his lips. "Hey, that is good!" he said. "I want some more."

His lips clamped back on and this time, he didn't let go. He sucked at my cock like a straw, then let go long enough to say, "It's not coming out any more."

I had a hot pair of lips around my dong and was lost to any sense of proportion or shame. "It's because you've stopped working it." I whispered huskily. "You have to work it like you did with your hand, only with your mouth."

Todd began to bob his head back and forth on my cock. I groaned softly and laid my head back again.

"Mph MPH?" Todd asked me, a muffled question I guessed meant, "Like this?"

"Yeah, just like that." I agreed with him. "Only, if you can do it faster, that's even better."

"Mm-mph! (Okay!)" Todd mumbled and he proceeded to bob his head faster on my cock. I guess Todd liked sucking lollipops a lot because he kept up a hard suction like nobody I'd had in a long time. It lacked skill, but made up for it in eagerness.

Oh, man, what a way to fly! I had a hot young mouth circling my dong, working its liquid magic on my pud and sending quivers of pleasure all through my body. We were less than four hours into this flight now, we had the entire night and a good part of the next day still to go. I'd wondered how to fill this long flight...now I had my answer!

The thought of that, of long hours spent being sucked by a young boy's mouth, I found myself climbing into ecstasy's cradle. My body shook, shivered and I knew I was about to blast.

"I'm going to shoot it." I whispered down to Todd. "All that hot joy juice, Todd, you're going to get it all." I panted for a time, continued, "You want to catch it for me? You want to take all of it for your pal Jack?"

"Mm-hmm!" Todd confirmed and I moaned.

"Here it comes, Todd, now, baby, right now, uhh-uhh-uhhh-Hhhhhhhhhh!" I shuddered heavily as I muffled my sounds of climax, as I erupted into Todd's warm young mouth, and Todd was ready and he gulped at the flood of my jizz as I squirted it into him. It was like squirt-gulp, squirt-gulp, squirt-gulp, he took it all like a pro, I don't think he let a single drop outside of his sweet little, warm little, silken little mouth.

As for me, I shuddered, quivered, quaked, and then slumped as my orgasm released me.

"Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!" I heaved softly as I clawed for breath to replace that which I'd blown out in my long exhalation of stifled climax sounds. I couldn't breathe it in fast enough, not fast enough, enough, enough, oh, God, enough now, enough, and my breathing slowed down to a ragged sound of expired joy.

Todd sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Wow, that was something!" he said. "You sure made a lot of that joy juice."

"It's because you made me happy." I sighed breathily at Todd. "You did such a good job of sucking my cock, it made a lot of joy juice." I realized something, "So what did you think of it? How it tastes, I mean?"

"It was real good!" Todd said a bit louder than I intended him to, and I quickly made a shushing noise. "Real good." he said again a lot quieter.

"Glad you liked it." I said.

"Can I have some more?" Todd reached for my spent cock.

"Not just yet." I said. "It takes time for me to be ready to shoot it again."

"Aww!" Todd grumbled.

"Just a few hours, I promise." I said. "Why don't you sleep a while now? It's late at night, you know."

"Yeah." Todd said. "I'll take a nap, and then I'll suck you again. Okay?"

"You got a deal." I said to Todd. And he picked up his blanket from where it lay around his legs and he snuggled in against me. I couldn't use my laptop that way, but you know, I really didn't care right then. With a satisfied cock and a satisfied boy with me, the Mekitsui project could wait!

Todd did sleep (and so did I) but he woke in a few hours and he reached for me again, this time, I had him under the covers and could let the stewardesses walk quietly by, my hands over his bobbing head to disguise what my little seatmate was doing.

And again, when it was broad daylight outside and dawn by the clocks back in the USA. Todd again sucked on me, and I had my hand under the cover and held it up whenever a passenger moved to go to the restroom.

Sixteen hours traveling plus sixteen hours of time zones left us arriving at four o'clock in the morning in Singapore of two days following the one we'd left. Like I said, you can't let a little bit of extra sleep cover you for that kind of jet lag.

I saw a couple standing with a sign saying "Chalmister" and I said to Todd, "Well, there's my ride. Do you see your parents."

Todd looked and said, "Yeah, I do! Mom, Dad!" And ran right at the guy holding the sign with my name!

Turns out Todd's parents worked for the same company I did. They'd been in Singapore for four months now. I'd be sharing the corporate-owned house with them. More than big enough for all of us.

Todd was thrilled. "Now I can come visit you all the time!" he crowed to me.

I thought of him living just down the hall, and I agreed. "You sure can, Todd." I agreed.

"Come on, everyone, let's all go home."

And no longer traveling alone, me holding Todd's hand, I followed his parents out to the waiting taxicab. I was going to like working in Singapore. Better do a bangup job on that Mekitsui project.