Fly Boy

A flight attendant meets an unusual passenger and learns the real 
meaning of "Something Special in the Air" 

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My name is Paul Urban and I am a flight attendant for a major 
"American" Airline.  I fly the European routes in the summer and 
the Hawaii flights in the winter.  My most memorable flight 
happened about a year ago.  This is my story.  I was strapped into 
my jumpseat ready for takeoff when I saw him out of the corner of 
my eye.  The first class cabin was only about half full and most of 
the passengers were stuffy CEO's and demanding rich bitch 
socialites who really enjoyed treating male flight attendants like 
their personal slaves.  But todays flight from Paris to Chicago 
just might be a bit different.  In the last row of first class sat 
one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen.  Dressed in a tight 
black t-shirt and jeans he didn't look like the usual first class 
passenger, but he did look hot.  I checked the manifest and saw 
that he was an upgrade.  His name was Barry Flynn.  It looks like 
Alexander did me another favor at the gate in giving this stud a 
first class seat.  I will have to give him a special thank you on 
my next trip to Paris.

As soon as the plane was in the air I got out of my seat to prepare 
the service.  The food and beverage service in first class overseas 
is great and can take a couple hours but I had it all done and 
cleared in an hour on this flight.  The FA's in coach were all busy 
with their service so I had a bit of time before they would come up 
to bother me.  I went back to Barry's row and started to make small 
talk.  You know the usual, bla...bla...bla...  Were you on 
vacation, business, whatever.   I didn't usually try to pick up 
passengers but there was such a calm peaceful beauty about this man 
that I had to get to know him better.  We sat and chatted and I 
plied him with our best wine for hours.  He said he had been in 
Paris for some cosmetic surgery.  I found that amazing because I 
saw no indication of any recent surgery and believe me I have seen 
some old cows come through after their facelifts and nose jobs and 
I can spot them a mile away.  Barry exused himself to use the 
restroom and although I was tempted to follow I thought better of 
it and freshened the drinks of my other neglected passengers.  When 
he returned to his seat I looked him over pretty good and was 
suprised to see that in spite of the rather perfect package and 
tight jeans there wasn't much of a basket showing.  By this time he 
was a bit drunk and our conversation and flirting had become a bit 
more daring.  I finally asked him what kind of surgery he had and 
he didn't say a word.  He just took my hand and pulled it to his 
crotch.  There was nothing there.  I was sure he was just pulling 
my leg and he had just tucked everything between his legs.  He said 
that he was something called a "nullo".  I had never heard the word 
before and Barry explained that he was part of a small but growing 
group of men who desired the complete removal of all genitalia.  I 
could not believe he was being so open about this.  I am sure the 
look on my face said nothing but complete shock, but my throbbing 
cock told another story.  I couldn't believe that I was so turned 
on by this.  We talked for the rest of the trip. He had been 
looking for a doctor to do this since he turned 18 ten years ago.  
He finally located a clinic outside Paris which usually did sexual 
reassignment but was branching out into this new field.  Barry said 
he had desired castration since he was about 12 and even years of 
therapy didn't get rid of the desires.  He finally decided that he 
was going to go for it no matter the consequences.  The surgery was 
done about 6 weeks ago and he had spent his recovery time in the 
French countryside.  The fasten seat belt sign came on and I had to 
prepare the cabin for landing.  I never lost my erection the rest 
of the flight.  I couldn't believe how I felt.  When the plane 
landed I invited Barry to come to my apartment for a drink as I 
didn't fly again for two days.  I felt like I was still flying when 
he said yes.

We didn't waste much time getting undressed once we arrived at my 
apartment.  I explored every inch of his smooth hairless crotch and 
let my tongue linger in its exploration of his new little pisshole 
half way between where his cock and balls had been and his firm 
tight ass.  I had never experienced such orgasms again and again as 
he sucked my cock and I fucked his tight ass.  We fell asleep 
exausted in each others arms and when I awoke in the morning I was 
sure that I didn't want to let this one go.  But strange desires 
were stirring in me too.  I had fantasies of my own but nothing 
this severe or permanent but I couldn't get it out of my mind.  As 
it turned out Barry lived just a few blocks from my apartment and 
we got together about once a week when I wasn't flying.   I slowly 
began to realize that I wasn't just attracted to Barry I wanted to 
be like him.  With much prodding on my part Barry finally relented 
and gave me the info on the clinic.  I arranged to take all my 
vacation  at once and gave away a few more trips so that I could 
have six weeks off at once.  I had saved up enough money for both 
the surgery and to pay all my bills for this extended stay in 
France.  I wanted Barry to be with me so I arranged for a buddy 
pass for him and we took off for Paris.  I wanted to be awake for 
the entire procedure but the Doctor said that as extensive as this 
surgery is a local would not be enough and that I would have to be 
out under a general.  When I awoke Barry was holding my hand.  I 
felt no pain but just a tightness in my crotch.  I guess the pain 
medication was working and I was in and out of sleep for the next 
two days.  The third day I was sore but able to get up and get a 
good look at my new self.  I was quite a sight with a rubber 
catheter tube dangling from bandages straight down between my 
legs.  I healed rather quickly and still had 3 weeks to explore the 
beauty of Paris before we had to return home to Chicago.

  We sat in first class on the way home and Neil one of my friends 
from home was our flight attendant.  After he finished the service 
he came back and sat on the arm of my seat.  "So what did you do on 
your vacation" he asked.  I did't say a word, I just took his hand 
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