Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 18:23:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Kent's Friend <just4funboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Airport Fantasy 2 - Brett

Airport Fantasy 2 - Brett

It was already over.  I could hardly believe how fast the months had gone.
Now I was sitting in the airport at half past nothing, waiting for the trip
home.

Being a co-op student is great.  My school is on quarters, so I chose to
spend summer and fall working in California. Winter and spring would be
back at school in Texas.  I was a free man for the summer.  And I had not
taken advantage of it like I should have.

Sure, I had a blast with the other co-ops.  Three of us shared an apartment
on the company.  I even had a private room for the first time since before
my brother flunked out and came back home.  But did I get laid?  No.
There's still cum on the walls in that room, I'm sure, but nobody else got
to see it fly.  I'd fix that little issue as soon as possible.

For now, though, I was sitting in the airport lounge.  There were some
characters here, that's for sure.  The burly cop must think I'm up to
something the way he keeps his eye on me.  A steroid case and his
girlfriend sized me up good before going off on their way.  I could handle
that three-way.  Then there's my favorite of the morning, a blond guy off
to my right.  He's checking me out big time.

Sure, he's cool about it.  No stares.  He'd scan the scene, pause on me,
and move on.  He was good at this.  He had a small bag with him that was
about to burst.  Exhibit A: business traveler.  I made a quick call home
and settled in to play eye games.  Flirting with other guys was always fun.
I looked way more than I would dare actually do, but last I heard looking
was still free.  It feels good to be cruised too, so I sometimes invite it.

Memories of high school always come back when I am playing like this.  Some
of my buddies and I ran track and field.  We didn't win very many meets,
but we did have a good time.  Halfway through junior year we started making
bets on our races.  I bet a hand job with the anchor man in our relay,
Derek.  I won, and he paid up.  Then I gave him the same treatment.  He was
my best friend, and still is.  Why it took us so long to take care of each
other is a mystery.

During the summer we progressed into blowjobs.  It was my idea first, but
we kept each other happy.  When the track season started up again, we had
settled on the ultimate bet.  Deep down I know I threw the race, but Derek
still thinks he won fairly.  I just wanted to try it, and I needed an
excuse.  I also thought that this would go like our blowjobs.  I'd do it
for him first, and get some in return later.

It didn't happen that way at all.  He seemed to like doing it, but
afterwards wouldn't talk about it and got all weird on me.  Finally I
cornered him.  Once I told him that I wanted to do it again, with him still
on top, he just about fell over.  Derek was, and still is, terrified of
getting fucked in the ass.  Meanwhile, I have overcome the initial problems
and really get off on it now.  I'll see him back home.

Although Derek is the only guy who has ever actually penetrated me, I look
around a lot.  With my reminiscences having pumped my dick out of its
morning stupor, I was starting to enjoy the attention of my neighbor down
the row.  One more good cruise and I'd be popping a bone big time.

I went for it.  I shifted in my seat to give him a view of the action.  New
jeans can do wonders for a guy.  I especially like the way they frame my
ass.  I think even straight guys see it, never mind guys who would actually
appreciate it.

Derek and I have pretty good dicks.  There are plenty of guys bigger than
we are, but in the heat of it I am often glad Derek isn't like them.  When
I am not getting fucked, though, I fantasize about getting fucked by a big
one.  Maybe Brett was big.  I decided his name was Brett.  His build made
it reasonable to think that he might be packing some big meat.  His large
hands, and the self assured way he looked at me fueled my assumptions about
him.  If his shameless cruising were the product of experience, he would be
able to show his skill in bed as well.  Brett had probably fucked plenty of
guys.

I flipped open my book but did not do any reading.  I focused far beyond
the page, and imagined him boarding my flight.  He was sitting two rows
behind me.  During the flight I felt his gaze, but never caught him when I
looked back.  I counted the minutes until we landed.  I had to at least
talk to him.

I took my time gathering my things, so that everyone else around me got out
ahead of me.  I moved into the aisle just as I saw him get up from his
seat.  He let me step out in front of him.

"Thanks," I said.  There, I had at least said something.

"My pleasure," Brett said, and I think it really was true.  I felt his
gaze, hotter than ever, burning up and down my back and into my hair.  It
had been a while since I had gotten this level of interest.  It had been
too long.

I turned to him as we left the plane and found a complete lack of words.
He took advantage of the gap.

"I need to catch the shuttle to the Hyatt.  Can you help me find it?" he
asked.  The question trailed off into a smile.  His was the sort of smile
that wanted me to take my shirt off.  He could as well have said "Nice, but
show me more."  I liked the smile.

"Yeah, the hotel shuttles are right near where I catch my bus," I said.

"Oh, so you are local traffic.  I had you pegged as a California boy,"
Brett said.

"Maybe when I graduate; that would be good," I replied.  My lips were
moving and doing a fine job.  I had no idea what I said as we walked to
baggage claim, and out to the street.  He didn't have any bags, other than
his carry-on and now me.  "Looks like this is the Hyatt stop," Brett said
and snapped me out of whatever I was chatting about. "Want to come over for
a drink?"

I should have been more ready for the question.  My stomach was against it,
my balls were already there, and my head was just confused.

"Uh, I'm just twenty.  If they card I guess I'll have a Coke."  I said.  I
made the decision by blunder more than anything.

"Screw that," he said.  There is a mini-bar in the room.

When we got there, I asked him for a screwdriver.  I felt my face redden as
I said it.  I could have asked for a sex on the beach and gotten right to
the point, I suppose.

"I can fix you one of those, and make you a drink too," Brett replied as he
put two glasses on the table and pulled off his coat.  He gave me the "lose
the shirt" smile again.

Not one to be outdone, I started to climb out of my sweatshirt.  "Mind if I
take this off?" I asked.

"Actually, I would rather do that for you," Brett replied.  The drink came
my way.

As his hands gripped my sides and started rolling up my shirt, I was glad
for every sit-up, every mile, and every rep I'd done to make my scrawny
body less so.  I imagine that he was too.

It felt good to have a guy's hands on me, making their way over my ribs, my
stomach, and my chest.  As my sweatshirt bunched up, I lifted my arms.  He
took the chance to start massaging my pecs.  Derek would have to learn
these moves.

He freed the sweatshirt from my head by guiding it carefully past my ears.
His thumbs wandered through the short hairs on the back of my head.  As he
put my sweatshirt aside, he folded it up instead of just throwing it onto
the chair like I always do.  I felt his chest against my back.  My heart
was racing, and he could probably feel it right through my bones.

As I reached for my drink, he reached for my crotch.  Still clad in my new
jeans, my meat was packed in with nowhere to move.  If there was any doubt
that I was enjoying every moment of this, it evaporated when he placed his
hand over my dick.  I pushed my hips into his hand.  With them rode the
offer to be my second guy, and my first man.

In a moment, my shoes were by the side of the bed.  I undid my belt, and he
helped me out of my jeans.  I was lying before him in my boxers as I
watched him undress.  I wanted to grab my cock in the worst way, but I just
let it enjoy its new freedom.

As his clothes peeled away, I liked what I saw.  He had just a trace of
hair on his chest, blond sparkles against a light tan.  His arms were more
muscular than his loose shirt let on.  As his pants slipped away, I saw
that he was a briefs man. Crisp, white Jockeys sheathed a pouch like I
wouldn't mind having.  I'd dreamed about a big guy.  Now came the test.

He was firm, but not yet fully hard.  As for me, I was tenting my boxers
like the circus was about to start.  I wanted to make him get as hard as I
was, so hard that it hurt.

"What makes you get really hard?" I asked.  Any answer would be right.
Instead he just lay down on top of me.  His crotch pressed into mine,
forcing my erection to fold to the left into my lap.  He ground himself
against me, briefs against boxers.  Next he rolled his midsection against
me.  Our waists and stomachs pressed together.  Just a few inches separated
our chests and faces, as his eyes stared into mine.

"Being on top turns me on," he answered.  "I want to be all over you, on
top of your chest, on your face, and..." he stopped right there to kiss my
neck, continuing to grind into me.

I wanted to suck the rest of the sentence right out of his mouth.  We both
knew how to end it.

"Can I get those briefs out of the way now?" I asked.

"You may, but if you let my dick see your face then you'll also have to
show it the back of your throat."  Brett replied.

Just to make matters clear, I hooked my hands into the elastic of his
briefs and started pushing them down.  He raised himself up, but then came
back down on top of me.

"You sure you want my dick down your throat?" he asked.  I pushed down
again, and he let me peel them off.

As he climbed up to align his member with my face, I realized why he asked.
He had a great, thick cock.  I was going to gag on it, for sure.  Not that
there was any question about me trying it, of course.  Not only had I just
about promised him I'd suck it, but after one look it would take something
powerful to stop me.

As it hung there, pretty well hard but promising more, I admired it.  I'd
be bragging about this.  I felt him looking down at me, so I looked up. As
our eyes met, I nearly boiled over.  Here was this stud, looking down at
me, sticking his dick in my face.  I was moments away from tasting some
serious dick.  My mouth would be home to this manfucking dick.  I saw
myself lined up with his other guys, all ready to serve, and I could take
it no longer.

He must have felt my cock jump, as just before I could lunge for him he
pulled back.  He sat on my tent, forcing it down again, and grasped his
meat.

"Ever sucked a guy in broad daylight before?"  he asked.  "Seems like you
really want it bad."  He knew that I did.  After what seemed like a minute
he said, "Cocksucking doesn't really do it for me though.  It's just a warm
up."  He raised himself up again.  "I'll let you suck me off, but then
you're getting it up the ass.  You like that?"

If words alone could have triggered an orgasm, it would have happened right
there.  "Yeah," I answered.  "I want it both ways."

He smiled a little differently now, a little broader but less warm, and
pushed forward.  I let his cockhead part my lips and ease the way for his
meat to cross my tongue.  He filled my mouth almost perfectly.  I could
suck this man all day.

After ten or fifteen minutes of probing my mouth, he invited me to finish
my drink and get up.  He wandered over to the sliding glass door and
motioned for me to follow.

"I want you to suck me right here," he said.  He moved his feet apart a bit
and motioned to his dick.  "And flip your dick out of your fly.  Let it
take a look."

What a sight it was.  The sunlight poured in around him.  The sun made the
fine mesh of hair all over his body glow.  I noticed for the first time
that his balls were neatly shaved, and told myself to eat them too.  I
liked his approach a lot.  Brett was calling the shots, but still he was
more seductive than demanding.  He let me know how to do it right.

My hometown dropped behind the wall on the balcony as I dropped down before
him.  The smell of man meat came to me as I eased forward.  Derek always
washed it for me, but this time I'd be eating it raw.  I asked if I could
start with his balls.

As I took his jewels into my mouth, I felt good.  This stud was letting me
enjoy him as much as he was enjoying me.  I rolled them in my mouth,
closing my lips around him as his dick brushed my nose and forehead.  He
pushed his meat down onto my face.

"Yeah, that's it.  You suck me good," he said.  I responded with a little
more suction as he held me at the back of my head.  He was pushing me into
his crotch.  The hot talk and physical encouragement was incredible.  I
moaned my agreement.

"You like having a fat dick in your face, don't you?"  Brett asked.  I was
startled by what he did next, bouncing his hard dick off my face a few
times.  "You look like the kind of guy that likes to be dick whipped."  I
struggled to keep my gentle caress on his nuts as he pounded on me with his
hard cock.  When I couldn't hold back any more, I spat out his balls.

"Oh yeah!  Fuck me!  Fuck my mouth, you stud!"  I begged for it.  I didn't
care what I was saying.  I was horny when I woke up, and I was about to
explode now.

"If that's what you want, here it is!"  He said as he grabbed me and thrust
me onto his hard cock.  The meat that had been all over my face was now
rediscovering my mouth, but this wasn't the same kind of sucking.  Before I
was giving him a blowjob, this was giving head.  You understand the phrase
very well when another man is ramming your mouth by controlling your whole
head.

I let him have me.  I dropped my arms and grasped my own wrists behind me.
I adjusted my knees to line my mouth up perfectly with his fuckpole.  Derek
had been all over me before, but this was different.  I was loving it and
burning for more.  I craved the juice from his balls.

When he pulled free of my mouth.  He looked down at me across his chest,
now starting to shine with sweat.  His dick was in front of my face,
taunting me.

"Come in my mouth," I begged.  "I want it."

"Can't wait, huh?" Brett said as he gave himself a few strokes.  I looked
at his meat, shining in the sunlight with my spit.  "Can't hold out until I
shoot my load in your guts, can you?"

I shook my head a little in reply.  I didn't want to wait another minute.
My own meat was as hard as ever, and I knew that I was starting to drip.

"Okay, but your ass is still mine.  Promise me your ass and I will give you
a load to savor while I fuck you," he said.  He stopped pumping himself to
make the point.  No promise, no cumshot.  Here was my fantasy dick, an inch
from my face, and all I had to do was say yes.

"You got it, Brett!  Come in my mouth and you can fuck me until you come
again!" I said.  I reached down to handle my balls.  Promising this guy he
could ream me wide with his big tool was making my balls pull close to my
body.

"That's my buddy," he said, and went back to pumping his shaft.  "Now open
up."

He really did like the talk.  So did I.  After all, I was on my knees
before him, face still wet from my prick massage, promising my ass, and
waiting for a load with my lips parted.  I was loving every minute of it,
too.

The first jet of his sweet cum flew between my lips and doused my tongue.
I took no chances with the second, sealing my lips around his head as he
let loose with another volley of spermjuice.

"Don't swallow it.  I am going to fill your mouth, dude."  Brett nearly
whispered it.

I held his juice in my mouth, moaning with pleasure as each new pulse.  He
gyrated his hips slightly, making his dick swim in its own fluid.  I stayed
on my knees and he probed around my cum filled mouth, feeling the warmth of
his wad.  I struggled to hold it all in and not swallow as he eased
partially into me.

"Can you hold it while I fuck you?" he asked.  I nodded, and sealed my lips
as he drew his dick out of my mouth.  "Lean back so you can answer me."

I tilted my head back and managed to gurgle an OK through the thick,
stringy load in my mouth.  I stood up as he watched my mouth, knowing that
his cum was inside.

"Not on the bed," he said.  My look must have delighted him.  "Oh no, cum
boy, nothing so vanilla today.  We're going to go out onto the balcony and
do it there.  Nobody will see us."

I looked at him in a near panic.  Getting fucked was one thing, but getting
fucked outside?

Brett pushed open the sliding door and stepped outside, waving his majestic
erection with every step.  "We're on the top floor, and you'll be beneath
the wall.  Don't worry."  He turned to look out over the landscape.  His
confidence won me over.

As I settled face down into the lounge chair, he brought me a pair of
pillows.  One went under my face, the other at my crotch.  I knew enough to
hike my ass up into the air.  I saw the condom packet blow past me and
escape in the gap between the floor and the wall.  Next I heard the plastic
click from the cap of a small bottle, recognizing it instantly.  Here I
was, in position, about to get it in front of the whole town if it weren't
for the balcony wall.

"You can swallow a little if you have to," Brett said.  There was no way I
would.  My mouth had been watering all the time but I wanted to hold out.
I was getting a fingering like I'd never had.  More lube made it better,
but it had been too long.  I could take a single finger easily, but two was
stretching me.  His efforts to plant a third were not going well.  I was
just too tight.

"Okay, we'll do it the hard way," Brett said.  He grasped my hips and moved
closer.  I felt his heat, his fat boy, pressing between my cheeks.  He
stopped at my back door and adjusted his aim.  Next I felt that familiar
burn.  My ass opened to take him in as he used his weight to push ahead.  I
could tell already that this was more, far more, than I was accustomed to
taking.

As Brett pushed forward, forcing himself into me, I panicked for a moment.
I swallowed the load in my mouth and let out sort of a whimper, but louder.
I tightened my grip on the chair.  That only encouraged him.  Brett began
to feed his muscle deeper into my ass.

"Give it up," he said to me.  "You're getting deep fucked by my fat dick,
so just ride it."  He moved his hands from my waist to my shoulders and
piled into me until his legs were pressed against mine.  With my face
buried in the pillow, I let loose some low moans and whimpers.  I needed
time to adjust to this wide prick, and I wasn't getting it.

"What's the problem, bottom boy?  Your fantasy fuck too much for your tight
ass, college boy?  That's just too bad, huh?  It's a little late to think
of that."  Brett had taken on a new tone as he started pulling out and
plunging back forward.  His words fired my fantasies again.

"No, man, go for it," I mustered the courage to say.  "I can take your fat
dick.  Make it fit me.  Fuck my ass."  I was talking like a porn movie, and
I didn't care.  This was my fat dick afternoon fuck, and I wasn't going to
wimp out.

At my invitation, he pulled clean out and reentered my tender ass.  I
couldn't squelch the moan.

"I see you finally swallowed my load," he said.  "Feel good to have my cum
in your belly?"  I couldn't answer.  The sensations radiating out from my
stretched hole had my full attention.  "Yeah, you like it."  Brett answered
for me.  He knew the score.

"Roll over so I can watch your face while I fuck you," Brett demanded.  I
flipped right over and braced my feet against him.  He leaned forward,
rolling me up onto my back.

I'd never seen myself penetrated.  Watching him lower himself into me was
beyond hot.  By now, I was loosened enough to start really enjoying the
ride.  I offered encouragements, and started using my hands to gain a
better sense of the man on top of me.  He brought me to the edge several
times, and then backed off.  I was glad I'd taken a load out of him already
so that he could keep riding me without losing it too fast.

Next I closed my eyes and imagined telling Derek every detail, and how he
would react.  It would drive him crazy with lust.  I'd whip him up into
frenzy, and then tell him this was the night he would lose his cherry.

"As we begin our descent into the Dallas Fort Worth area, please return any
carry on bags to the overhead bins or under the seat ahead of you.  Turn
off any electronic devices, and make sure your seat belt is fastened
securely about you."  The announcement broke my concentration.

Derek would be meeting me at the airport.  I'd show him first thing that I
still had his bracelet on my wrist. Then we'd go home to fuck, and I was as
ready as I could be.

Thanks, Brett.  Hope you had a good trip.