Bondage on a Plane (M/M)(1-3)
Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2025 12:17 pm
M/M
First Flight…
We were friends although we'd never met in person. Friends as assigned by Webster's dictionary as: a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection. Friends who talked. Friends who shared things about ourselves. Friends who had some laughs and some fun, but also gaps of time when we didn't talk that often. Friends before COVID, during COVID and after...whenever that happens! Friends who had seen each other's face, but only in a picture or on a computer. Friends who lived on opposite sides of the country and led very different lives, but somehow found things in common. We were 2 people who had made a connection.
We were friends...and now it was time to meet...in person. We had long talked about it, fantasized about it. But now it was real. The plane ticket was purchased, the suitcase was packed, this was happening. There were definitely some nerves, what if being together in person wasn't the same? What if we didn't have anything to talk about? To say the drive to the airport wasn't creating a knot in the pit of my stomach would be a lie. By the time I parked the car and got out to unload my suitcase I thought I might puke. But, why? This was a person with whom I'd shared many details of my life, and he shared of his. Personal details. He knew things about me not many others did. And he was kind. That mattered to me at my place in life. As I stood there in long term parking with my hand on the suitcase, I decided that this was going to be an amazing trip. We were going to have a great time. Confidence!
I started walking toward the building. I had been on many flights before and so it was nothing new to check in at the counter, go through the metal detector and find a comfy chair at the gate to wait for my flight to be called. My last text with my friend said he had a HUGE surprise for me so that only helped my attitude and confidence! After taking off my belt, jewelry, boots, coat, keys, etc... and putting them all back on, I proceeded down to the gate. As I rounded the corner, I immediately saw my surprise. He was there, standing behind the check in counter looking official and handsome. He was a flight attendant and my surprise was that he was working the flight to the west coast. I grinned from ear to ear, although you couldn't see it under my mask. Yep, COVID still had us wearing masks everywhere. I started walking toward the desk, but he caught my eye and shook his head left to right...no. I stopped. He was working with a passenger and there were other flight attendants nearby so maybe this wasn't the time for a "hey old friend I've never met" moment.
I found a seat near a corner because I like to observe humans. We are actually fascinating and amazing, and a little weird sometimes. More passengers came filing down the ramp toward the gate. Some were couples in love and sadly some were couples not in love. There were older & younger ones and even a few families with small children. I saw just about every different skin color you could imagine and all of them beautiful in their own way!
It was about 30 minutes before boarding and I was reading a book I'd grabbed on my way out the door. Nothing I was particularly interested in, but something to pass the time. From the corner of my eye, I registered another person coming down the ramp, but this had been happening for the last hour so I stopped looking up after a while. Something made me look up at this one.
Now, I do feel the need to pause here and explain why this guy caught my eye: I kind of have a thing for cowboys and their boots. Not a "they look cool" thing, more of a "HE's HOT & I LOVE HIS BOOTS & I WANT TO GET TO KNOW HIM BETTER" kinda thing! It started when I was young. I loved the feel of pulling on a pair of boots, it turned me on in a different way than other foot wear. I was a shy, introverted kid and they gave me a confidence & toughness that I needed. And when I saw other guys wearing them it made them 10X hotter in my opinion. The other big draw was the old Westerns where cowboys (always in boots) got tied up and bandana gagged...that sends me over the edge! I have had a few experiences with bondage in my life and in ALL of them I was wearing my boots!!
So, where was I, oh yes, the guy who caught my eye. He was older, maybe 10 years my senior. He had been in better shape, but still held that same confidence in his walk of a younger, more athletic guy. He was tall, over six feet. He was dressed in dark denim with tan cowboy boots. He had on a blazer that had pinstripes that I swear matched the boots exactly. Looked expensive. He wore a cowboy hat and carried a leather satchel. To top it all off there was a bandana like the old west cowboys wore sticking out of his breast pocket. Thankfully my mask caught all the drool. Since I was sitting in a corner, he didn't notice me so I got to enjoy him walk all the way to the counter, then find a seat a few rows away from me. At this point I had my ankle crossed over my knee so that my own boot shaft was showing (yes, I was wearing cowboy boots...keep up). He saw. His eyes smiled and he nodded. I nodded and smiled back. Then turned back to my book pretending to read again. I could sense that he turned to look at me at least 2-3 more times, which made me smile again.
A few minutes before boarding time an announcement was made for a passenger (ME) to come to the check in counter. Finally, I was going to get to meet my long-lost friend face to face. I walked confidently past the cowboy's seat toward the counter, maybe I added a little more swagger, maybe not. I walked up to the counter and said, "I'm (ME)". My new/old friend said, "sir, we have over booked coach and there is not a seat available for you at this time. I would like to offer you a seat in first class if that is acceptable?" Of course, I said yes. I've never flown first class. I asked if I was getting special treatment because of who I knew on the plane, to which he smiled and shrugged his shoulders. He handed me my new boarding pass and I returned to my seat.
Time to board. I had time to grab my bag & book, run to the restroom and give the big cowboy one more chance to look at me before they started calling rows to board the plane. I was beyond excited now, my nervous stomach long gone. This was going to be a great adventure AND I was starting it off in first class! By the time I got back from the restroom, cowboy was gone. No matter, I'd see him again when we deplaned on the west coast. I walked past my friend and didn't try to hide my excitement. I whispered, "thanks for my surprise". His eyes grinned and he said, "you're welcome, but that wasn't the only one"! As I walked up the jetway I was filled with curiosity. What could he have meant? Maybe there was more excitement in first class than I realized. As I turned onto the plane and headed into the first-class seating area, the first thing I noticed was that the seats were much more private. There were little frosted sliding doors that you could close and only see the silhouette of the people behind it. The aisle appeared wider too and the lighting was sedate, but bright enough to see the cabin. Why hadn't I flown first class before? The second thing I noticed was that Big Cowboy (BC from now on) was about 2 rows behind me on the opposite side of the aisle and he noticed my arrival with a wave. I did the head nod and found my seat. Thankfully I wasn't sharing with anyone so I took the window seat and put my bag and book on the seat beside me. Moments later, the cabin door was sealed and flight attendants were hurrying up and down the aisle preparing for takeoff. I didn't dare disrupt my friend while he worked, but I was curious about my other surprise.
First Flight…
We were friends although we'd never met in person. Friends as assigned by Webster's dictionary as: a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection. Friends who talked. Friends who shared things about ourselves. Friends who had some laughs and some fun, but also gaps of time when we didn't talk that often. Friends before COVID, during COVID and after...whenever that happens! Friends who had seen each other's face, but only in a picture or on a computer. Friends who lived on opposite sides of the country and led very different lives, but somehow found things in common. We were 2 people who had made a connection.
We were friends...and now it was time to meet...in person. We had long talked about it, fantasized about it. But now it was real. The plane ticket was purchased, the suitcase was packed, this was happening. There were definitely some nerves, what if being together in person wasn't the same? What if we didn't have anything to talk about? To say the drive to the airport wasn't creating a knot in the pit of my stomach would be a lie. By the time I parked the car and got out to unload my suitcase I thought I might puke. But, why? This was a person with whom I'd shared many details of my life, and he shared of his. Personal details. He knew things about me not many others did. And he was kind. That mattered to me at my place in life. As I stood there in long term parking with my hand on the suitcase, I decided that this was going to be an amazing trip. We were going to have a great time. Confidence!
I started walking toward the building. I had been on many flights before and so it was nothing new to check in at the counter, go through the metal detector and find a comfy chair at the gate to wait for my flight to be called. My last text with my friend said he had a HUGE surprise for me so that only helped my attitude and confidence! After taking off my belt, jewelry, boots, coat, keys, etc... and putting them all back on, I proceeded down to the gate. As I rounded the corner, I immediately saw my surprise. He was there, standing behind the check in counter looking official and handsome. He was a flight attendant and my surprise was that he was working the flight to the west coast. I grinned from ear to ear, although you couldn't see it under my mask. Yep, COVID still had us wearing masks everywhere. I started walking toward the desk, but he caught my eye and shook his head left to right...no. I stopped. He was working with a passenger and there were other flight attendants nearby so maybe this wasn't the time for a "hey old friend I've never met" moment.
I found a seat near a corner because I like to observe humans. We are actually fascinating and amazing, and a little weird sometimes. More passengers came filing down the ramp toward the gate. Some were couples in love and sadly some were couples not in love. There were older & younger ones and even a few families with small children. I saw just about every different skin color you could imagine and all of them beautiful in their own way!
It was about 30 minutes before boarding and I was reading a book I'd grabbed on my way out the door. Nothing I was particularly interested in, but something to pass the time. From the corner of my eye, I registered another person coming down the ramp, but this had been happening for the last hour so I stopped looking up after a while. Something made me look up at this one.
Now, I do feel the need to pause here and explain why this guy caught my eye: I kind of have a thing for cowboys and their boots. Not a "they look cool" thing, more of a "HE's HOT & I LOVE HIS BOOTS & I WANT TO GET TO KNOW HIM BETTER" kinda thing! It started when I was young. I loved the feel of pulling on a pair of boots, it turned me on in a different way than other foot wear. I was a shy, introverted kid and they gave me a confidence & toughness that I needed. And when I saw other guys wearing them it made them 10X hotter in my opinion. The other big draw was the old Westerns where cowboys (always in boots) got tied up and bandana gagged...that sends me over the edge! I have had a few experiences with bondage in my life and in ALL of them I was wearing my boots!!
So, where was I, oh yes, the guy who caught my eye. He was older, maybe 10 years my senior. He had been in better shape, but still held that same confidence in his walk of a younger, more athletic guy. He was tall, over six feet. He was dressed in dark denim with tan cowboy boots. He had on a blazer that had pinstripes that I swear matched the boots exactly. Looked expensive. He wore a cowboy hat and carried a leather satchel. To top it all off there was a bandana like the old west cowboys wore sticking out of his breast pocket. Thankfully my mask caught all the drool. Since I was sitting in a corner, he didn't notice me so I got to enjoy him walk all the way to the counter, then find a seat a few rows away from me. At this point I had my ankle crossed over my knee so that my own boot shaft was showing (yes, I was wearing cowboy boots...keep up). He saw. His eyes smiled and he nodded. I nodded and smiled back. Then turned back to my book pretending to read again. I could sense that he turned to look at me at least 2-3 more times, which made me smile again.
A few minutes before boarding time an announcement was made for a passenger (ME) to come to the check in counter. Finally, I was going to get to meet my long-lost friend face to face. I walked confidently past the cowboy's seat toward the counter, maybe I added a little more swagger, maybe not. I walked up to the counter and said, "I'm (ME)". My new/old friend said, "sir, we have over booked coach and there is not a seat available for you at this time. I would like to offer you a seat in first class if that is acceptable?" Of course, I said yes. I've never flown first class. I asked if I was getting special treatment because of who I knew on the plane, to which he smiled and shrugged his shoulders. He handed me my new boarding pass and I returned to my seat.
Time to board. I had time to grab my bag & book, run to the restroom and give the big cowboy one more chance to look at me before they started calling rows to board the plane. I was beyond excited now, my nervous stomach long gone. This was going to be a great adventure AND I was starting it off in first class! By the time I got back from the restroom, cowboy was gone. No matter, I'd see him again when we deplaned on the west coast. I walked past my friend and didn't try to hide my excitement. I whispered, "thanks for my surprise". His eyes grinned and he said, "you're welcome, but that wasn't the only one"! As I walked up the jetway I was filled with curiosity. What could he have meant? Maybe there was more excitement in first class than I realized. As I turned onto the plane and headed into the first-class seating area, the first thing I noticed was that the seats were much more private. There were little frosted sliding doors that you could close and only see the silhouette of the people behind it. The aisle appeared wider too and the lighting was sedate, but bright enough to see the cabin. Why hadn't I flown first class before? The second thing I noticed was that Big Cowboy (BC from now on) was about 2 rows behind me on the opposite side of the aisle and he noticed my arrival with a wave. I did the head nod and found my seat. Thankfully I wasn't sharing with anyone so I took the window seat and put my bag and book on the seat beside me. Moments later, the cabin door was sealed and flight attendants were hurrying up and down the aisle preparing for takeoff. I didn't dare disrupt my friend while he worked, but I was curious about my other surprise.