Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2008 20:45:56 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: AN AFTERNOON AT THE AIRPORT   (M/t oral anal)

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AN AFTERNOON AT THE AIRPORT



Fuck!

A whole afternoon wasted in the fucking airport!  I was on my way back from
Chicago, where I'd spent a week with my father, and because of some weather
somewhere and a real snafu (Situation Normal, All Fucked Up - I love that
word!) by the airlines I was stuck at the Miami airport for another six
hours!  It was only an hour and a half to where I live with my mother, but
six hours!  And my ass was already sore from sitting.

So I people-watch.  That's what Mom calls it.  What she doesn't know is
that I "guy-watch."  I have for as long as I can remember.  At ten I was
toying with my little hardon on every chance I got.  At ten and and half I
had a little buddy to play with.  At 11 I'd jacked off a "real" cock - a
teen from down the street - and later sucked him.  At 12 I'd learned to
swallow.  At 12 and a half I was fucked for the first time.  Now, at 16, I
had a circle of fuck-buddies at home.  And wanking (I love that word, too!)
is one of my favorite hobbies.

But all I'd had for the last week was my own hand. So, I looked.  Lots of
sexy dudes in an airport.  Always in a hurry, striding around the terminal
with their asses in full swing.  Hurrying so much to take that leak they
don't always stand real close to the urinal.  I'd been traveling the
airports alone since I was 14, and I knew all the places to look.

I had found a place to sit at a deserted gate, a huge area completely
empty.  I'd gotten a coke, sat facing the show, pulled out my paperback,
and pretended to read.  There was a loud TV just over my shoulder, but I
didn't care much for the soaps.  Although I did check it out once in a
while.  Sometimes there's a real hunk with no shirt on.

I knew I was lucky.  At 16 I had a body that looked sculpted, and I'd just
been born with it.  I got a lot of looks, too, which I didn't mind at all.
I had thick, black wavy hair, blue eyes, a face that was a little too long,
I thought, but which was set off by high cheekbones.  At the moment any guy
walking by could only guess at my broad shoulders, my great pecs, my
biceps, my six-pack.  Other things were easier to see: my great summer tan,
my trim waist.  I always wore pants -- in this case jeans --that showed off
my muscled thighs and my tight ass.  Oh, yes. And my crotch.  I knew I was
born lucky, but I also knew that one of these days -- and soon -- I would
have to start working out to keep all this the way I wanted!  To be honest,
I really got off on the stares guys of all ages gave me sometimes.

I glanced back at the TV over my shoulder and got lucky.  There was a
bedroom scene, and the guy on top of her had great shoulders, lovely back.
He was a beauty, but they always were.  I wondered if I'd get to see some
nipples, and, sure enough, they showed both of them for me.

"Just killing time?"  The voice from the next chair startled me; I hadn't
realized someone had sat down.

I turned to see and very nice looking guy smiling at me.  Around 45, I'd
guess.  Attractive face, dark brown hair with a little grey here and there.
Pretty trim, too.  And he was dressed well.  The collar of a white shirt
showed above a pale yellow pullover sweater, and dark blue slacks.  It
does't take me long to check out the good ones.

"I've got all afternoon to look forward to a little cramped commuter
plane," and I gave him my nicest smile.

"I got stuck, too," he said.  "Bad weather in the northeast, and it looks
like it's going to be there a while.  I checked into the airport hotel, and
I may wait until morning to get a flight.  Gerald," he said, and he held
out his hand.

"Lonnie," I responded, and I shook his strong hand.  And he held my hand
for just a second longer than was necessary.

We chatted for a while, exchanging complaints about airlines, airplanes,
and airports.  I told him why I was flying, and he told me he was on his
way back to Boston.  He worked around to the subject of school by telling
me he was a Harvard man.  I told him I would be a high school junior.  I
also told him I was 16 -- I don't remember if he asked or if I volunteered.
As we talked I had lowered my guess to 40 for him and found out I was right
on the mark.

He shifted around, intentionally or otherwise, to give me a view of his
crotch, so I shifted likewise.  Intentionally, of course.  It didn't take
him long to realize that I didn't mind his checking me out, and eventually
he did -- from head to toe.  Then we got to what I then realized had been
the point of his sitting there in the first place.

"Lonnie, how would you like to make $100?"

"Doing what?"

"Understand, it's strictly a hands-off thing as far as I'm concerned," he
answered.  "But I have a special collection I like to add to now and then.
Videos."

He stopped a minute to let that sink in.

"And...what, Gerald?"

He glanced around to make sure no one was near, but he lowered his voice
anyway.  "I tape young studs like you jacking off."  He stopped a minute to
wait to see if I would jump up and start screaming for the cops.

I just sat there with a little smile on my face.

"I'm sure you jack off a lot," Gerald said.  "All this would be is doing it
with a camera running."

"Sounds interesting, Gerald.  But I don't like the idea that a little movie
of me enjoying myself might wind up on the internet."

I'd had a bad experience with that.  One of the friends I'd played with at
ten was a cousin who had a horny uncle.  One day when we were playing he
walked in on us when we were naked, and instead of cussing us out he'd
smiled and encouraged us.  Then he got out a camera and took pictures while
we played.  We did that a lot in their family room: played with our little
dicks, each other's dicks, showed off our asses -- whatever he suggested we
did it.  We had a lot of fun, especially when he brought out a video
camera.  We loved looking at those tapes.

When I got into high school I learned to find lots of videos on the
internet.  I loved jacking off to them.  Then I suddenly remembered my
uncle and those videos he'd made.  I got a little scared that they might
show up somehow, that people would recognize me.  Silly, I know.  But for
weeks I went around waiting to hear someone shout, "Hey, there's little
Lonnie! Hasn't he grown up!"  Nobody said anything -- I've never heard
anything at all about it.  When I think about it too much I still feel like
I'm waiting for the other shoe to fall.

"No, Gerald," I finally said.  "I just don't like taking that chance."  I
sure was turned on by the idea, though.  And so was my cock.  I could feel
it trying to get my attention.

Gerald glanced down at my increasingly-obvious bulge.  "I can only promise
you that will never happen.  Maybe it would help if you knew just why I do
this.  It's not only for myself, though, obviously, I enjoy the tapes
myself."

Yes, it was obvious.  He was developing a very nice bulge himself.

"I belong to this little group in Boston.  Just a group of men who get
together at my place about once a month for... an entertainment.  We use
the videos."

A bunch of old farts sitting around, naked probably, jacking off to me
jacking off.  Or maybe really getting it on with each other.  No, if Gerald
was a member of that group, they wouldn't be old farts.  They'd be pretty
nice looking guys.

"I promise you, Lonnie, the tapes are always in my possession and kept
under lock and key.  They are never out unless I'm using them myself or
using them for the group."

Well, I'd reached the point of no return, so to speak.  I was hooked.  The
image of naked guys like Geralds jacking, sucking, and fucking while the
image of me jacking off is on the screen was too much.

"Deal," I said.  "What do we do?"

"Like I said, I'm already checked in at the airport hotel.  I'll go over
there.  Give me twenty minutes, then you follow.  Go down the escalator
right outside Security to the lower level and look for the exit that says
"Airport Hotel Shuttle," and wait for the bus at the curb.  It will let you
off at the hotel entrance; it's just right over there.  Take the elevator
to room 922.  Okay?"  And he grinned.  He had a pretty good smile, too.

"Deal," I said.  "See you in 922 in 20."

He shook my hand, and this time there was no question about it.  The guy
drew his finger over my palm as we shook, and my cock threatened to split
my pants.

I waited, finished my coke, tossed it in the trash, and followed him.  In
21 minutes I was at the door of 922.  When I knocked, he opened it with
another killer smile.  There was a king size bed in the room, and a camera
was set up on a tripod at the foot of the bed, pointing to it.  This guy
was ready to roll.

"Here's the setup, Lonnie.  The tape will be running when you see the red
light.  I'll have a digital camera and move around some to take some
stills, okay?  Ignore me, but look at the video camera every now and then.
Oh, here's the hundred."  And he placed it on the corner of the dresser.

"Sit on the edge of the bed, facing the camera and undress.  Not too fast,
but otherwise do it anyway you want to.  When you're naked -- and I can't
wait to see that! -- turn around and climb onto the bed.  Make sure you
point you cute ass right at the camera.  Then you just lie down any way you
want and do what comes naturally.  Don't make it too soon, please, but it's
all up to you when you want to cum."

Fuck, the guy had me so turned on already I was getting wet!  "Sure," I
said.

I sat down on the bed; he started the camera with a remote, and took a
smaller camera off the dresser.  Looking right into the camera, I smiled.
Hello, all you horny dudes in Boston, I thought.

I pulled my sweater over my head slowly, showing off my chest and trim
waist.  I could feel my nipples already hardened against my shirt.  I
unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it out of my jeans, and opened it.  I slowly
pulled it wider to show off my chest, and when it brushed against one of my
nipples I just automatically reached up and rubbed it.  Boston sure ought
to be hard by now!

I shrugged my shirt off over my shoulders, twisting one way and then the
other.  I'd been told my chest and shoulders were among my greatest assets.
My chest was hairless, and my pecs moved noticably as I twisted about.  I
reached down, my shoulders and back visible to the camera, to take off my
shoes and socks.  And all the time Gerald was moving around on all three
sides of the bed, staying out of range of the video camera.  I'd pegged him
for a lawyer, but maybe he was a photographer.

I pulled my belt off, unfastened my jeans, unzipped them, and opened them
to show the sky blue low-rise briefs I wore.  I wiggled on the edge of the
bed for a minute as I pushed my jeans to the floor and off my legs.  I
opened my legs to show my bulge -- I don't know if my wet spot showed or
not -- and the light covering of dark hair on my inner thighs.  Then I
stood up, turned around, and stretched, poking my ass out just a
little. They should be able to see every muscle in my back and arms, I
thought.

"Fuck, you're good!" I heard Gerald mutter.

Still facing away from the camera, I slowly began to lower those low-rise
briefs, and when they were below my hip on one side I turned around to face
the camera.  I continued to lower them slowly until my cock popped up to
swing from side to side.  I heard a gasp from Gerald.

Yeah, I have a nice one.  I'm lucky that way, too.  I wasn't fully hard
yet, but with a good erection I was 7 inches long and very thick.  And cut,
so my mushroom of a cockhead is always in view.  My cockhead was bigger
around than my shaft.  My dark bag hung low with my two big gems swinging.
My cock, even when fully erect, is just too heavy to point straight out; it
always liked to swing around, hanging down at about a 45 degree angle.  And
I've developed some control, somehow.  I can keep myself from getting fully
erect for a while.  Well, sometimes.

I turned around and climbed up onto the bed, making sure my ass was
pointing at the video camera.  I moved slowly to give everybody in Boston a
good view, and Gerald was pushing that camera button like crazy.  I swung
my ass as I moved up to the pillows, then turned around and lay back, with
my knees pulled up and my feet on the bed.  If I had the angle right, they
wouldn't be able to see my dick.  Then I slowly lowered my legs to reveal
my pride and joy.

My hands moved to my chest, and I started to caress myself, massaging my
pecs and biceps.  I crossed my arms and pulled and pinched my nipples, then
lowered the arm on the side of the camera so they could get a good view of
my hand on my nipple on that side.  Gerald crouched down on the floor
snapping away.

I moved both hands from my shoulders, down my chest, down my abs, through
my pubes, around my bag, down my inner thighs as far as I could reach, and
up again.  Those pubes are part of my pride and joy, too.  I've got just a
light line of hair -- the happy trail -- that starts below my bellybutton
and goes down, eventually widening to the inside of my hips into a thick
bush of curly black hair.  I love to play with that hair, and I love it
when somebody else does, too.

So I played with it.  Squeezed into those briefs all day, the hair was
pretty much smashed down, so I finger-combed it and pulled at it to restore
the bush.  I love that feeling of running my fingers through cockhair,
whether mine or somebody else's.  I played there for a while, then moved my
hands up and down my body again for a while.  My cock was still not fully
erect.  That changed quickly.

I opened my legs wider and spread them at my knees, opening as wide as I
could.  I knew what kind of view the boys in Boston had, because I'd used
mirrors many times to see it myself.  I angled slightly so I could reach
there, and I went for my balls with one hand.  I hefted the bag, rolled the
balls inside around, ran my fingers up and down it to the base of my cock,
then moved all the fingers on that hand rapidly right under the bag in that
special place.  And with that, my cock rose up and began to expand.

I knew all eyes were on it, so I kept my arm out of the way.  I was so
fucking hot now!  If I hadn't had lots of experience with my own hand in
the last several years, I would have grabbed that cock and pumped until I
was dry.

But I knew the pleasure of going slow.  I gave my cock one slow stroke from
the base just to the cockhead.  I pointed my cockhead at the camera; I
don't know if that precum was visible to them or not.  They would get the
point; I took my other hand, brushed some precum from my cocklips onto a
finger, and brought it to my mouth, sucking deeply.

I went back to my cockhead, milked it again, and got a huge collection of
the stuff on my finger; I moved my finger to a nipple and washed it with
that smooth liquid.  What a feeling!  I rolled my finger around and around
my nipple, pinched it, pulled it.  Then I did the same to the other nipple.
Each time I finished I placed my finger in my mouth and cleaned off what
remained of the precum.  I love that smooth feeling on my tongue.

Then I raised my legs.  I shoved a pillow under the small of my back, kept
my legs up but open a bit, and gave them a good look at my ass.  I could
balance that way long enough to grab my asscheeks and pull them apart.
Gerald practically tripped over himself to get to the foot of the bed and
snap away.  I open and closed my cheeks several time, then pulled them open
as wide as I could and flexed my hole.  Gerald sucked in his breath as it
winked at him and his buddies.  I did that a few times before I had to
lower my legs, pulling the pillow out from under me.

By this time I really needed to get my rocks off.  I stroked my cock
quickly a few times, then rearranged myself on the bed, raising myself up a
bit on the pillows so I could get a good look at the show, too.  Pinching
one nipple, I began to stroke.

I always moan.  In fact, I'd been moaning for a little bit.  But with a
hard, leaking cock I sometimes get carried away.  I groaned louder as my
cock got hotter in my hand.  I started panting when more precum oozed out
and made my cock slick.  It was sliding in and out of my hand now; I was
raising my hips to fuck my own hand.  Damn, fuck, I love the feeling of
losing control to your own cock!

Pumping faster and faster, I suddenly stopped completely, moved my hand
away.  Yeah, edging is one of my pleasures, too.  I lay there panting,
letting the feeling subside for a minute.  Then I resumed jacking off with
slow strokes, from the base to the top of my shaft, and each time I would
reach it I would let one finger massage the underside of my cock -- the
very sensitive side, the side facing the camera.

Then I took my cock by the shaft and held it straight up.  With the other
hand I played with my knob.  My cockhead is so very sensitive when it's
slick with precum and I'm ready to unload, I had to be slow and careful.
But I was getting to the point of no return.

I left the knob and returned to stroking, this time my hand reaching all
the way to the top of my cockhead.  I moaned and writhed under that
unbelievable sensation -- and the knowledge that all those horny guys in
Boston were watching only made it better.  I started grunting in fast
intervals, and, knowing that I was close, Gerald moved closer for the big
scene.

I pumped even faster, shoving my cockhead and the whole shaft into my wet
hand, fucking and jacking at the same time.  It happens in the deepest part
of me, when my prostate tells me it is taking over.  I knew it when my cock
expanded just a little more, my cockhead getting so hard it was stretching
the skin. I was making sounds as though I were in deep, deep pain.

Suddenly, with a huge grunt from me, my cock had one long, throbbing
explosion, and a jet of cum shot into the air.  Before it could fall on my
pubes and balls, another followed and I pumped and pumped.  I had no
control whatsoever.  My cock was spewing cum over and over again, and it
rained down on me; I could feel the hot wetness when it landed on my chest
and belly.  Again and again, until the last of it oozed out, as though my
prostate were as exhausted as I was.

I wilted completely.  I couldn't think, except for one thought: that had to
be the very best cum from a handjob I've ever given myself.

Gerald didn't say a word as he put his camera on the dresser and turned off
the video camera.  He knew the pleasure of that afterglow, and he allowed
me to enjoy it.

In a moment, when my breathing returned to normal, he sat on the edge of
the bed next to me.  "That was one of the hottest and most beautiful things
I've ever seen," he said quietly.  "You are one hell of a stud, Lonnie."

"Lonnie," he said, after a moment.  "May I taste it?  Please."

I smiled, ran my finger through some of my cum, and held it to his mouth.
He sucked it.  So hot!  I took his hand and placed it on my belly, in one
of those creamy white puddles.  "Eat it, Gerald."

He eagerly wiped up as much as his fingers could carry to his mouth and
licked.  Then he returned for more.  He continued, encouraged by my tired
smile, until I was clean of it, except for what had landed on my balls.

"If you want to, Gerald, you can have this, too.  And if you want to, you
don't need to use your fingers."

His eyes opened wide as I lay my cock aside for him.  He lowered his face,
and he licked my ballsac slowly, slurping the sticky wetness into his
mouth.  When he raised up, he was breathing deeply, some of my cum still on
his lips.  He sat there quietly for a moment.

"Lonnie, you can leave whenever you want.  But I'd like to offer you
another $100.  I don't know if you'll think this is too kinky or not.  But
I'd like to eat your ass out."

Oh, fuck!  My ring back there answered before I could!  I'd only been
rimmed a couple of times.  Most of my buddies didn't care for it.  I loved
it.

"Deal," I grinned.

It turned over on the bed was ready to get on my knees for him when I saw
him quickly strip.  Before I knew it, everything was on the floor.  My god,
this guy was built better than I'd realized.  A great chest, abs.  His
chest was lightly sprinkled with hair that narrowed and then widened again
as it led to his package.  In fact, he wasn't as big as I was, but I was
impressed.  Probably 7 inches.  Not as thick.  But certainly turned on.
His cock was pointing up, like it was waiting for directions.

He took a small packet off the dresser, got on the bed, and kneeled behind
me.  I raised up on my hips, but rested my shoulders and head on some
pillows.

"I'm going to wash you, babe.  It'll be a little cold probably."  I felt a
coolness wash slowly up and down my crack as he wiped me with something.  A
very pleasant coolness.  He moved it deeper into my crack, then washed my
hole gently.  I think I cooed like a dove.

"What is that I smell?" I asked.

He chuckled.  "Peppermint.  These wipes are flavored.  You're going to have
a peppermint pussy, babe."

I could feel that his finger was covered with that wipe as he pressed
gently at my hole.  It flexed and resisted just once, then he opened it and
entered.  The coolness was wonderful.  He slowly sank his finger into me,
then moved it around and around, and the coolness flooded over me.

"Oh, Gerald...oh, man..."

Slowly the finger was removed.  It was replaced with a hot dampness that
could only be his tongue.  He washed me, all around my hole, then pressed
gently to open my entrance.  I was moaning again as he slowly slid his
tongue into me.  Inside, he was still for a moment, then circled his
tongue, moving its heat all around the soft wall of my entrance.

He fucked me with his tongue.  In and out.  Slowly, but it was a fuck.  One
I loved.  Then he pulled his tongue away gently, licked at my hole, and I
felt his lips lock around it.  He sucked.  His tongue found my entrance
again and entered a bit, as he sucked and sucked, like he couldn't get
enough of me.  He was moaning, too, and the vibration of his lips against
me moved to my cock.  I looked around at it, and a string of precum was
beginng to move down to the bed beneath.

"Oh, babe, you have one of the greatest pussies I've ever had.  You're
delightful.  Babe...Lonnie...I beg you, please let me fuck you.  I know I
promised not even to touch, and I'll stop now if you want.  But I'm begging
you.  Please let me fuck you.  Another $500."

I couldn't wait for him to stop talking so much!  "Fuck me, Gerald.  Fuck
my tight ass!  Fuck my hot pussy!"

That word seemed to turn him on even more.

"Get your hot cock inside that pussy of mine and fuck my guts out!"

He returned to the dresser for a moment and came back with a tube of KY.  I
could feel him smooth it on my ass, rub it into my hole, spread it around
with a finger, then two, then three.  I was making sounds I couldn't begin
to describe.  This guy was turning me on more than I could believe.  I
heard him lather lots of the lube on his dick, then I felt his wet cockhead
at my hole.  Yes, I wanted it badly.

I pushed back at him to encourage him, beg him.  He grabbed my hips to
steady me and slowly pushed that knob, opening my hole slowly, sliding in a
bit at a time.  Then there was a snap, and my ring grabbed his cockhead
behind the crown like it had captured a real prize, and he was in!  The
heat of him moved all over me.  Had it been that long since I'd had a good
fuck, or was I so turned on by the guy, by this whole scene...?

He began to slowly move inward, opening my entrance wider a bit at a time.
I pushed.  It was wonderful, being filled with him.  He continued to move
inward, so slowly; it seemed to take a wonderful forever.  Then I felt his
thick bush on my ass, and I knew he was in all the way.  He rested it there
for a monent.

"Now, Gerald.  Fuck me, now."

And he pulled back, almost all the way, then sank in slowly, but just a
little.  He increased his speed, but very gradually, and at the same time
moved deeper and deeper with each thrust.  I was panting, moaning, so full
of his heat!

"Fuck...fuck...fuck meeee..."

He reached bottom again, then raised up until only his cockhead was inside,
then suddenly plunged downward.  I let out a long groan of pleasure.  He
moved quickly now, fucking me faster and faster.  I could hear his
breathing, now ragged, loud and harsh.  Faster, as deep as he could go each
time.

I was filled with the most indescrible feeling, the greatest pleasure I
have ever known, as this man fucked my teen ass.  In and out.  Oh my god!
Each time he slid across my prostate my body shook with the feeling

"Babe...gonna fill you..."

"Yes...cum in me cum in me..."

With what sounded like a primitive warcry, he shot his hot cream into me,
his cock throbbing and flexing.  He kept cumming; his balls must have been
completely filled.  His screams of pleasure increased as he pounded my ass,
my pussy, with his cock.  Finally he slowed, then stopped, his cock still
in me.

I couldn't keep myself in that position.  I slowly lowered myself to the
bed and felt a familiar sticky wetness against my belly as I hit the
matress.

"Oh my god, Gerald...you made me cum.  I didn't even know it!  I came and
didn't even know it..."

He lay himself carefully on me, his softening cock still inside.  I felt it
moving.  He didn't pull away.  I was glad for that.  After the longest
time, his cock left me with a little pop.

We lay like that a while.  Breathing heavily, but not speaking.  Then he
whispered in my ear, "Just an hour before your plane, babe.  Better get
cleaned up and dressed."  And he rolled off me and stood up.

I heaved a big sigh and got up.  I grinned as I took that packet of wipes
with me into the bathroom.  I sat on the stool for a moment to void myself,
then wiped with several of those damp cloths.  The air was filled with
peppermint.  I took another one and washed my balls and dick.  God, I was
still semi-hard.

I went back to the bedroom and dressed as he watched me.

He said, "Babe, I want you to know this.  Those guys will never see this
tape.  This tape is for me.  And every time I watch it I'll remember you
and this fantastic time.  Thank you."

He went to the dresser, got his billfold, and took five more hundreds out
of it.  He picked up the two he had laid out before and handed them to me
with a smile.  "Worth every penny, stud."

"No.  Gerald, just the $100 we agreed on.  When you watch that tape I want
you to know that I didn't do the rest of it for money.  Yeah, I wanted that
hundred.  But the rest of it was a treat for me.  It really was a fantastic
time, Gerald, for me, too."

I leaned into him just enough to kiss him on his lips, and he put his arm
around my shoulders to pull me in closer.  He kissed me on my lips, and
then our tongues met to taste each other gently.

"Bye, stud."  He opened the door, standing behind it so he couldn't be
seen.

I hurried back to the airport and got there just in time to get in line for
boarding.  I heaved a big sigh as I stood there, not because I had hurried
so fast, but because the last few hours had been so unexpectedly wonderful.

Was that just a hint of peppermint in the air?  Guess I still have a
peppermint pussy...

I smiled as I handed my boarding pass to the attendant, but the smile
wasn't for her.

Fuck, yeah.  What a great way to spend an afternoon at the airport.

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This is a repost, the original written and posted by me, now edited and
posted again.