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JJ falls asleep pretty much immediately. They dim the lights of the airplane to a soft blue and he is out. I pull out my Switch and hold it in my lap but I’m too excited about everything that’s happening to think about anything else right now. I’m moving back home with my best friend. We’re going to live together. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

He’s snoring softly right now – thank god he isn’t doing his normal level of snoring because then this entire plane would be awake right now. And of course he’s packing a stiffy. His huge dick is poking up and to his right, positioned obviously in his green sweatpants. I don’t know how that’s comfortable. Actually, he’s expressed to me that erections for him are sometimes really uncomfortable and adjusting them is even worse because it looks like he’s just playing with himself. The plight of having a big dick. I’m pretty big, so I get it, but I’m not that big.
I hold my Switch in front of me but I stare at his dick. He takes in deep breaths as he sleeps. I watch his clothing shift with each inhalation. When his dick pulses once and pushes the fabric out even further than it was already I decide that’s my time to look away. None of my business.
I play Stardew Valley for however many in-game days longer. I know I can’t sleep on flights no matter what but I also know that I am stupid tired. At least I know I can play Stardew Valley and plant crops and go fishing for literally an entire day straight, so I’m not too worried.
At maybe 3 AM, JJ stirs beside me. He stops breathing for a second then snorts out, a sound I have heard many times before around this time. After he does that he stops snoring. He’s still rock hard (or maybe he lost the erection and gained it again, who am I to say?).
I try to keep playing but I notice his eyes flutter open and I can’t help but say hi.
“Hey,” he whispers. “You’re still up?”
“Told you I can’t sleep on flights,” I whisper back. The hum of the airplane masks our conversation but I wouldn’t try to talk any louder than this.
He leans over, elbow balanced on the armrest, so that our faces are only a few inches from each other. “Oh my god. Ugh.”
“How’d you sleep?”
“Normally I can go back to sleep but my body isn’t having it right now.”
“What,” I whisper, “Because of the erection?”
He blushes and smiles. “Shut up!”
“You are so hard right now.”
“It happens. Erections happen. It’s fine.” He makes no effort to cover it up, which makes me feel really good. I like that this is just a thing we can do now. “Oh my god, do you think everyone can see?”
“Yes. I think they’re all looking.”
“Shit.”
“No, it’s 3 AM, dude.”
“Okay. Yeah.” He giggles. “Yeah, yeah. I mean, you’re right. I feel like if I can’t sleep I normally just go and bust one out.”
“Do you do that when I’m sleeping over?”
“Ummm.”
“What?”
“No, I go to the bathroom.”
“Dude. Busting a nut three inches from my face. Not cool.”
“If I get up now I’m going to walk past everyone with a boner.”
“You’re going to go cum in the bathroom?”
We both giggle incessantly at that. I have to cover my mouth so I don’t get too loud.
“It’s 3 AM!”
“You can’t jerk off in the airplane bathroom!”
“Don’t they do it in porn all the time?”
“I feel like they get the boner in the bathroom.”
“I dunno. I dunno. Am I just going to sit here with a boner for an hour?”
I balk. “Do you think you’re going to have a boner for the next hour?”
“You know how you can’t sleep on flights?”
“Dude.”
“I can’t get soft on flights.”
“This is so stupid, dude. Oh my god. Go jerk off in the bathroom. It’ll be funny.”
“You think I should?”
“Wrap your sweatshirt around your waist and go.”
JJ smiles. “Okay. If you say so.”
JJ takes his sweatshirt off in his seat and wraps it around himself. He stands up and scoots past me. His dick is three inches from my face, I think deliberately. I swat at his leg. Thank god we’re in a two-seater. JJ gives me a thumbs up and I stick my tongue out at him and he goes to jerk off in the airplane bathroom.

I am so fucking tired when the plane lands. JJ basically stumbled back into the seat and instantly fell asleep with a stupid grin on his face so he got a full night’s rest, but I shamble off the plane ready to pass out on the toilet. Since JJ can’t drive and doesn’t have a driver’s license (New York City dog) I’m the one who has to rent the car. My driving is remarkably good for someone who hasn’t driven in a year and who is deathly tired, but the apartment won’t even be ready until 4. We drive out of SFO down to the Bay and park the car along the water. I fall asleep under the shade of a tree while the water laps in front of me. And it is glorious.