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Hazy Tales #14This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Neil Sweetman | |
| Tuesday, 20 May 2008 | |
‘Hello, how are you today? Can I see your passport?’ The air-hostess had a cute face and an hour-glass physique, she smiled, to me she gave off the vibe that she really likes to get ****** in the ass, hard, I wouldn’t say no. ‘Hello, I’m just peachy, of course you can see my passport.’ I handed over my passport like a pro, she suspects nothing, I can feel that pill coming up. Just in time too, I nothing beats semi-up on a pill and sitting comfortably in your seat onboard a plane which is taking off, its enough to push yourself fully up and have a strong buzz for the rest of the flight, unless you’re headed to somewhere far away, there’s no worse place to be on a bad downer than on a cramped aeroplane sitting between two sweaty strangers who keep trying to sleep on your shoulder but wont let you sleep on theirs. ‘ Thank you for choosing Easyjet, I hope you have a good flight.’ She handed me back my passport and we touched fingers in the process, I think I would have drooled only my disco-foam was accumulating. ‘ No bother, I’m sure it’ll be a good flight, I love the feeling of being high.’ She looked a little confused, I gave her a smile like it was a private joke between me and my passport as I stroked its pages, I’m playing this so cool. I stepped out of the terminal and headed to the plane, I found an inconspicuous, window seat and snuggled into fluffy comfort. The plane eventually took-off, I got my buzz and I fell deep asleep, safe in the knowledge that I was having a better time on this aeroplane than anyone else. I awoke, startled, I had forgotten where I was for a moment. I was dreaming about that airhostess, in a really nice way, so nice that I realised I was sporting a full-blown hard-on. The only problem with me and pills and hard-ons is that once I get erect and I’m buzzing at the same time it’s impossible for me to get rid of it. Not usually a problem though. I waited for my bag with my penis standing to attention and my buzz slightly fading. Where the **** am I? Oh yeah, that place. Got my bag and i'm floating away with it, heading to the entrance with bright lights and expensive gifts and hot-dogs and a whole kind of new buzz. ‘Hey you!’ Said the angry foreign voice from over my shoulder, yelled more than said ‘Three times I call you, get over here!’ I walk over, a little shaken but then I realise I have nothing to hide, I’m cool, I had the last of the batch before I got on the plane, what’s this **** yelling at me? ‘Chill out, man’ I say as I approach him, tall Aryan-looking prick. ‘I didn’t hear you’. ‘This way!’ I follow him as he leads me through the customs area, a cold white place, the only person having his bags rummaged through that I can see was a black guy, actually, he was the only black person on the plane, I only noticed this because he stuck out like a sore thumb in the queues, a sore thumb? How the **** does that stick out? He looks a little pissed; I think he’s clean. I am lead to the back of the room and this Nazi string bean asks for my passport and my suitcase. I handed him my passport and lifted my suitcase onto the silver table, I proceeded to empty everything from my pockets, slamming them down on the table, causing it to shudder the spines of everyone in the room, attracting eyes and taking the heat off the black guy, you owe me, man. ‘You tell me now if you have any cannabis in your possession! I will find if you have, you know?’ echoed the dude. Cannabis? Is that all he’s after? I am a little offended, I thought I was being pulled for possible class A drug-running or probation-skipping paedophilia, my only incriminating evidence is sludging through my digestive system right now, I’m clean, man, and I’ve got important business to attend to. ‘Look, I’m clean, man! And i've got no time for this ****! I’ve got important business to attend to!’ He stares at me unimpressed, he knows I’ve got nothing, I would never cause such a fuss if I was carrying gear, but since I’ve been a **** to him, he’s going to keep me from my important business as long as he can, I didn’t really have any important business, prick. He starts to fumble through my bag, fingering every nook and cranny, crumpling my unfolded clothes and turning my socks inside out. ‘Hey man, watch my ****!’ He stops his search and looks at me hard, I’ve pissed him off, this guy knows I have nothing but now he’s going to stick a finger up my ass after my inevitable strip search. Wait. I still have a boner. Id better start cooperating. ‘Ever searched any celebrities, man?’ He either didn’t hear me or didn’t understand with my mumbling Irish accent or he did hear me and just didn’t give a ****, he kept rummaging through my stuff in silence, most likely the latter. I'm starting to come back up on that pill, I’ve got that rush feeling in my legs and stomach, fuzziness, warm and nice. My second-hand buzz was interrupted when this ******* stopped going through my bag and walked over to a door. ‘This way please.’ He said as he opened the door. I peeked inside, just a box room, perfect for strip-searches and anal curiosity, standard. I can’t get searched, this guy’ll see my erect junk, my pilled up **** reaching for the disco lights. I cant seem like I don’t want to do it either or else it’ll look like I have something to hide. ‘Is this really necessary?’ I whimper, bastard has me where he wants me. ‘Yes.’ He smiles. Bastard. I walk into the room with a new plan. **** this guy. He brought this sight on himself. He’s going to see my pulsating member and become embarrassed, therefore he will let me go on my way and avoid the awkward situation, unless he’s gay, then I’m ******. I doubt he is. I'm really buzzing again. I get all the way down to my boxers and he hints for me to slide them off. I do. I drop my kacks and give my crotch some freedom; I let my penis do the talking in this situation. I stand, with my arms folded, waiting for this guy’s response. He looks at my **** and smiles as he pulls on a white latex glove. ‘You enjoy this, eh, man?’ The ‘man’ was emphasised. I have discovered the quickest way to lose a pill-boner is to have a Bavarian man shove two fingers up your ass while you stand in a box-room naked, bent over, leaning on a bench. It’ll also kill your buzz. Bastard Copyright 2008 Neil Sweetman |
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