Beginning of a long journey

As the cabin lights dimmed for the overnight flight and most passengers drifted off behind their privacy screens, Arjun grew bolder. He spread a soft airline blanket over both our laps. His large hand slid onto my thigh, squeezing firmly. I didn’t resist. My breathing quickened as he slowly rubbed higher, palming my growing bulge through my pants. I parted my legs wider under the blanket, silently inviting him. Arjun smirked and unzipped me discreetly, freeing my hard cock. He stroked me with slow, expert movements — long, teasing pulls from base to tip, his thumb circling the leaking head. The thrill of the flight attendant occasionally walking past just feet away made it intensely erotic. I had to bite my lip hard to stay quiet when he tightened his grip and sped up.
This went on for nearly twenty minutes. My hips began subtly thrusting into his fist. Arjun leaned closer, whispering hotly in my ear, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Such a good, needy boy.” I nodded breathlessly. When the attendant passed again with water, Arjun didn’t stop stroking me, even squeezing my balls gently, forcing me to thank her in a shaky voice.
Then he took it further. Arjun glanced around, ensuring the cabin was quiet. He lowered the blanket slightly, leaned over, and took my cock into his mouth right there in the seats. The warmth and wetness were overwhelming. He sucked me slowly and deeply, his tongue swirling around the head while his hand continued stroking the base. The position was cramped and risky, but that only heightened everything. I gripped the armrest as he bobbed his head in long, deliberate strokes, taking me deeper each time until his nose pressed against my pubic hair. The wet, soft sounds were barely masked by the engine hum. He held me in his throat for long moments, then pulled back to lick and kiss the underside, savoring me like fine wine.
For almost fifteen minutes he worshipped my cock under the blanket — slow, sensual sucking mixed with faster, hungrier bobbing. Whenever a crew member moved nearby, he would switch to gentle licking, dragging his tongue along my shaft while looking up at me with dark, amused eyes. My massive tension built unbearably. I whispered desperately that I was close. Arjun responded by sucking harder, hollowing his cheeks, and stroking me firmly until I came with a silent, shuddering orgasm, spilling thick ropes straight into his mouth. He swallowed every drop without hesitation, then licked me clean before tucking me back into my pants.
Even after that, the teasing didn’t stop. For the remaining hour of the flight, Arjun kept his hand inside my pants, idly playing with my spent but sensitive cock and balls, occasionally leaning over to give me quick, secret kisses or whisper what he planned to do with me once we landed. By the time the plane descended into Chennai, I was hard again, dazed, and completely enchanted by him. I followed Arjun home without a second thought.

At the luxurious family apartment, Priya, Meena, and Arjun’s younger sister Anika were waiting. They began my full transformation that night: shaving me smooth, starting high-dose estrogen that would soon balloon my chest into massive, heavy DD-cup breasts, and piercing my left nostril with the ornate gold nath — a thick ring with a long dangling chain of pearls, rubies, and tiny bells connected to my earring.