Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 06:40:10 EDT
From: Boxrbud@aol.com
Subject: Airport Sex

Airport Sex
by Josh Williams

All the usual disclaimers, explicit sex warnings, and other notations apply.
M4M, Adult/Youth, etc.

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enjoy.



I was standing in the terminal area, waiting for my flight to yet another
American city.  There was nothing unusual about that fact, since that's
what I do every week.  Monday to the airport, check in, go through the
harassment process they call "airport security", rush to the gate to make
sure I have a decent place in line when they finally call my row, unless of
course I'm flying an airline where I have good status and can board as they
call the first-class passengers to board.

Let me tell you about myself.  I'm 28, 6', 175#, work out enough to keep in
good shape, have light brown hear, blue eyes, and am currently sporting a
mustache (Pancho Villa) with a small patch of hair under my lower lip,
right in the middle.  It looks very "mexican", but I only have a small
amount of Spanish blood.  I'm a mixture of French, Spanish, Irish, German,
and some sort of blue-blood (somewhere in the UK, probably Wales).  My name
is Josh Williams, and I'm bisexual.  I have been bisexual as long as I can
remember.  I get turned on by pretty girls, and by hot sexy guys.  I just
can't seem to separate the two when it comes to having sex.  I enjoy being
with either, or both, but usually just one or the other.  I don't like ugly
old trolls, or feminine guys, nor do I enjoy older women or silly
teenie-bopper girls.  I DO like teen boys though.  Hot young teen boys just
turn me on.  Now back to the airport...

Today I'm leaving Houston, waiting patiently for the boarding process to
begin.  As I am standing with my carry-on bag close to my side, watching
the people as they pass back and forth in front of my view, I spotted him.
He must have been around 16, not a tall young man, but not a really little
guy either.  He was probably 5'6, around 125-130#, short dark blond hair
with the ends slightly lighter, wearing it in the style of most young men
today, kind of standing up, yet neatly in place with a little gel to hold
it there.  His skin was the color of a young man that spends a little time
around the pool, but not a dark tan.  His skin was free of blemishes or
pimples, and his eyes were ocean blue.  I caught those eyes almost
immediately.  His clothes seemed to be a perfect fit.  Not the really baggy
pants worn by most guys these days, but then not extremely tight fitting
either.  They were light grey, almost white, cargo pants.  The seat of
those pants showed that he had a really nice ass.  I noticed too that the
crotch of the pants were actually filled out nicely.  He didn't have a real
"basket" as one would say, but I sensed that he was wearing boxers and that
his equipment was hanging directly down the front of those pants as he
walked past. The crotch of his pants were definately packed with something.

He had his right hand in his pocket, and I could see that there was
definitely some substance to what seemed to fill out the front of those
cargo pants.

This young man was not new to the airport scene.  He walked with
confidence, knowing where he was going and sort of floated into an open
seat at gate C19, right next to my gate.  I watched him as he spoke to the
adult that was with him, no doubt his mom.  I supposed that maybe his dad
was working in Bogato and that he and his mom are traveling to meet with
dad for the summer.

He got out of his chair and came back my direction.  I watched him as
closely as I could without being obvious to all around.  As he passed
directly in front of me, I could see that this young man might have been
doing some workouts with light weights.  No big muscles, but well formed
pecs with a very nice nipple protruding in the v-neck shirt he wore.  A
nice gold chain around his neck told me he was truly conservative in his
dress, and that this was his normal way of dressing when out and about.  No
tennis shoes, adorned his feet.  Well kept Doc Martins gave him firm
footing as he walked past, and flashed a slight smile my way.  He walked to
the flight schedules posted on the monitors to my left, checked again on
the time of his flight and being satisfied came back my direction.  Again
the smile flashed my way, ever so slight, and our eyes made contact.

Ok, again I admit it.  I am very fond of younger men.  Almost always from a
distance, but always watching.  Today I'm watching closely.  I know he
spotted me as he walked past the first time.  I want to think that he came
back past me the second time, not to check the schedule, but to give me
another close look.  What's the saying, "Do you believe in love at first
sight?  Ok, then should I walk past you one more time?"

He went back to whom I assumed was his mom and spoke with her briefly, not
sitting down but standing to her side, facing her.  She nodded her consent,
then he turned and headed back my way.  I saw him go to the restroom, and
before entering the restroom he turned toward where I was standing and gave
a quick scan of the area.  When our eyes met, again he smiled and turned to
go inside the restroom.

Now, airport restrooms are NOT at all private places.  Usually the urinals
are occupied, and you have to wait your turn to leave your deposit.  Today,
there were other men in the restroom, but not all of the urinals were in
use.  There were 2 rows of urinals on opposite walls, and my young friend
walked down to the last 3 open urinals and stepped up to fish out what had
promised to be a nice hunk of meat.  I of course watched this, because as
he entered the restroom, I had already begun my approach to the door.
After making the turn past the ever-present modesty wall, I watched as he
unzipped his pants and stepped up to the urinal.

I walked into the room, placed my bag up against the wall to my left as I
approached the last urinal, the one right next to his.  As I unzipped and
pulled out my dick to attempt to piss, this young man pulled out a nice
dick that although was not really thick (really an average thickness for a
16 year old guy) but hung down quite nicely from the front of his pants
about 6" long.  I watched as he made sure that he had given me a nice view,
by making a slight turn to his left as if he were hiding what he had from
the guy to his right.  This of course gave me a great view of a nice,
smooth, perfectly shaped dick with a nice neat circumcision and a larger
flared out head.  The guy was not even hard, but I could tell that he was
not entirely soft either.  He let go with a nice stream of piss just about
the time I started to piss.

He watched my stream, then followed the source up to my own long thick
dick.  I caught a glimpse of what I thought was a tongue running over his
bottom lip.  As we both finished I though he would shove his dick back into
his pants and then walk away, but he didn't.  What he did was to begin a
very erotic, slow, loving pull on his dick as if to milk out what last
drops of golden liquid remained in that 6" urethra, and after a couple of
large drops had fallen he continued to give me a nice show of his
equipment.  I know he meant this for my viewing, because 2 guys had already
positioned themselves at the urinal to his right, and had finished their
job.  My own dick started to fill out a little at the sight of his play,
and I could tell that his was beginning to fill out as well.

I decided that I would give this guy a chance to take me up on an offer
that most young men don't refuse.  I watched his face until he looked up
and our eyes again met.  I gave him a quick sideways nod toward the room
with the stalls, then I zipped up and took my bag to the next room.

I opened one of the stalls at the end of the room.  Surprisingly, there
were no people in the room and I selected a stall that was very clean.  As
I opened the door and placed my bag against the wall ( a handicap stall) I
saw him come into the room and look my way.  He quickly made an assess-
ment of the room, and finding nobody else around he walked toward my place.
I stepped back into the stall, dropped my pants and had a seat on the
toilet.  I had left the door ajar, so that it could be opened from the
outside.  The door opened and he walked into the stall.  He placed his
hands behind his back and latched the door.  This gave me a great view of
his crotch, and was an open invitation for me to reach up and unzip the fly
of the cargo pants.  He only made a large step in my direction and
whispered to be quick about it.

I got the zipper down, then went for his button.  As I unbuttoned his
pants, they opened nicely for me to see a nice pair of boxer-briefs with a
rather full basket.  I tugged the pants down about halfway to his knees,
then pulled down his nice underwear.  A long, smooth, thickening cock
sprang into my view, right in front of my face.  It was much thicker now
than what I had witnessed at the urinals.  He took a very small step toward
me, and I moved forward to take that beautiful dick into my mouth.

What a wonderful smell.  No raunchy dick odor, no stale piss smell, only
clean but not soapy flesh.  No hair on his dick at all, but at the base was
a nicely trimmed patch of hair, almost shaped in a rectangle.  His balls
were smooth, maybe shaved smooth, but I thought not.  He didn't look like a
guy that had to shave very much, so I supposed that he was relatively
smooth all over.  This is when I grabbed his ass and pulled his whole body
toward me, engulfing his dick all the way to the hilt, now all 8" of it.
And sure enough, no hair on his ass, not much on his legs either as I ran
my hands up and down his legs.  I pushed the cargo pants down further and
found that even though there was hair on his legs, it was very light and
not at all coarse.  I worked his dick in and out of my mouth, with my
tongue making little trips around the head of this nice dick each time I
got close to the tip.  He moaned ever so slightly as I worked on his dick.
This kind of dick, I could suck for hours and hours, but we both had
flights to catch.  I released his dick, and licked and sucked on his
low-hanging balls.  They were about the size of golf-balls, and very firm.
As I sucked his balls, he whispered for me to quickly get to the business
at hand, and I again engulfed his dick.  My head began to be like a piston.
I plunged down, then back to the tip almost taking it all the way out, then
back down to the base.  I repeated this as fast as I possibly could and he
began to thrust to meet my advances.  When he held my head and began to
really fuck my mouth, I sensed that he was growing longer, and thicker at
the head.  I knew he was going to cum soon, so I did my magic on the head
of his dick.  Nobody can hold back once I start.  My tongue worked out a
huge wad of tasty cum.  It was not thick and ropey, and it was not thin and
watery.  It was just a nice mouthful of cream which tasted a lot like
hazelnuts.  I swallowed this load, and was presented with 6 or 7 more of
the same quantity, and quality.  After he had shot 7 loads into my mouth,
he continued to throb but only a small amount of cream oozed from the head
of his dick.  By now I was holding his body weight almost entirely, as he
had almost collapsed from the intensity of his orgasm.  Once he regained
his composure, I pulled up his shorts and his cargo pants.  He pulled down
his shirt and then pulled his pants over the shirt, buttoned his pants and
zipped his zipper.  Then he asked, "What time is it?"

I told him the time, and he said, "Great.  Enough time to return the
favor."  I did not hear anyone come into the stall area.  The restroom
seemed to just empty, so throwing all caution to the wind, I stood up and
we cxchanged places.

This guy went right to work on my cock.  I'm thicker than an average
sausage, and about 8" long.  I could tell that he'd sucked dick many times
before, and he was giving me such great pleasures that my mind began to
wander, thinking of ways to get to Bogata, ways that I could pleasure this
guy at the beach, by his pool, in his bed at night, just everything that my
mind could imagine.  Then I felt the end was near.  Boiling up from deep
within, my cum was going to fill his mouth soon.  I whispered "I'm ready"
and he quickened his pace.  He went all the way to the base, then all the
way to the tip, just like I had done to him.  He ran his tongue all around
the head of my dick, which I love having done, and then plunged back down.
As he came back up, he made his mouth go around the head of my dick like he
was sucking all of the sides, and as he went back down my first blast hit
the back of his throat.  I know he swallowed it, because he continued down
and took my dick all the way down his throat again.  This is when the
second blast shot down his throat.  Then he went back to the tip and began
to suck like he was sucking on a malt at McDonalds.  More cum shot and he
swallowed it getting ready for more.  And more did cum.  I shot about 8
good wads of cum into his mouth, and he swallowed every one of them.

Once I was done, he leaned back and licked his lips and gave me that slight
smile, and we again made eye contact.  I pulled up my underwear and my
pants, zipped up and buckled my belt.

He stood, and pulled a card out of his wallet.  It simply stated his name
Jason, no last name, "Summer Help" and a telephone number; a Houston number
(281-555-xxxx haha, I'm not telling).  He said, "I'll be back home next
month.  Call me if you're interested, I have some playful friends."

I checked for activity in the john.  There was nobody, so I told him to
scoot first.  He left the stall and with that casual walk, proceeded to
gate C19.  I left about 30 seconds later, after I egained my composure, and
went back to the waiting area.  In about 10 minutes they boarded the plane
to Bogota.  I watched as he walked to the doorway, turned and made
eye-contact with me again, and gave me that slight smile.  I returned the
smile and he boarded.  They called my flight almost immediately at gate
C20.  I boarded the plane, and before they pushed away from the gate, I was
fast asleep. In my dream I was sucking on that beautiful young dick and
getting that wonderful creamy load.

When I woke up, I had a feeling that I was going to see this guy again.
But, that's another story now, isn't it?