At The Airport

I know I said I’d take a short vacation break, and yes I will, however……. as I sit here at the airport waiting for a rescheduled then canceled flight several hours from now, what better time than to send out a teaser, hummmm.... and I think I’ll make it about an airport. Lol, so here’s a bonus story.

Well that’s a fine how do you do, I get up early, travel to the airport, park a million miles away, rush, bags in arms, stand in ridiculous lines at the TSA checkpoint, People barefoot, beltless, guys with wands touching other guys, (checking out other guys), yanking prospective perpetrators out of line to go to strip search areas, ooops sorry I’m digressing. Through the maze and while I try to redress, wallet, laptop, carryon, shoes, belt, hobble off to gate 57, really why is it always the furthest gate? Sit down, grab a coffee and a bagel, ahhhhh an hour to burn, I made it early, so I put in the ear buds and tune into my favorite tunes.

Sitting there listening to tunes, the monitor flashes that dreadful word “Delayed”. Oh shit! About 20 minutes later it flashes “gate change” so we all rush over to gate 37 to get a seat, then suddenly a slew of counter attendants begin to gather laughing and joking with each other, as one picks up the intercom, then all 4 take their places at a studiously at the counter built for two, (so much for social distancing) the dreadful announcement, “flight 237 has been canceled, please step forward to the counter where our team team members will attempt to reroute you”.

Yup that part of the story is true, now for my imagination to kick in. I get my new itinerary, different terminal, gate 47, another bagel and orange juice. The bar still doesn’t open for another hour. Finished eating again, Now bored, I decide to go for a walk, yup I’ve already walked through 2 terminals and past at least 110 gates and I decide to go for yet another walk, but first I have to hit the mens room. As always checking out those coming and going, minding my own business, the “mens room code” every other urinal, 20 guys, dicks in hand, all hanging out, the “can’t pee in public” guys, the “over shakers”, the guy in the last one turned toward the wall hiding out, yet not as bad as the guy peeing in the stall, the guy in the middle of the row with his pants down around his knees his butt almost fully exposed, but it was at least a cute one.

Ah yes, then there’s the guy who nestles up right next to you, and you know he’s checking you out as he bends his neck over to see what I got. I’m not ashamed, so I back off a bit, change to my left hand and give a slight turn toward him to give him a better view. I have my carryon over my right shoulder, he has his over his left, as he turns toward me a bit. Then he reaches over with his hand and takes control of my dick as I let go. This guy is holding my dick, still peeing, but slightly getting harder, I finish and he begins to shake me, our bags somewhat block the others view, as he begins to go from shake mode to slow jerk mode, it feels good, others are coming in and going seemingly oblivious to us. I realized he’s also done but his now woody is just pointing into his urinal so I reach over with my right hand and as if he was inviting me, I begin sliding his dick skin between my fingers, back and forth, replicating his motions on me, as he turns and smiles at me. Damn, I’m fully hard now and I don’t want him to stop, but we’ve been here too long, I suddenly chicken out and take back control and put it away, zip up, and head back to my gate.

Back at the gate, I check my watch, the bars open, I head over for a burger and a brew. Still got 2 and a half hours to kill, I eat and have a few more beers, as I look back at the crowded gate to see its full with standing room only people, so I keep drinking. The waiter is the bartender as well, he was a cute young blonde guy, I’m horny as hell after my rest room encounter, I see the line waiting for tables, so I moved over to the bar where Jeff the bartender pours me another, maybe it was wishful thinking but I think he was flirting with me. No,….no….he was flirting with me, as he managed to touch my hand not once but 3 times in less than 10 minutes as he kept checking on me, he wasn’t paying as much attention to anyone else or the patrons at the tables at this point either. Small talk went on in his passing, yup he’s definitely flirting. I ask for the bill so I don’t stagger out then sit through a 3 hour flight. I give him my credit card, he processes it and low and behold, my copy has his name, Jeff, a phone number and a note “when you get back”, as he smiles, I smile back and head out to walk the terminal and check out the shops. Wow two potential pick ups in a couple of hours, my ego was boosted.

The announcement announces my flight, back to the gate I go, they’ve already loaded my section, so in I go, I get on the plane waddling down the aslie toward 24A the window seat, reach up stow my carryon and excuse the guy in 24B  the aslie seat, (2 seats opposite 3 layout, we were in the 2 seat side) and who is it? Yup “Urinal guy”. The armrest is in the up position, I usually make sure it’s down so it separates our personal spaces, but after the earlier encounter I decided to leave it up. He scoots back in after me, we fumble with getting situated, seat belts, laptops, magazines. Finally seated and situated, we begin some small talk. Meanwhile the Safety lecture is going on up front, we continue our conversation, the female attendant throwing us dirty looks, the defiantly gay male attendant approaches, stands next to us as he squeezed my seat mates shoulder, apparently attempting to quiet us.

Finally we taxi out, but we sit on the tarmac another 45 minutes, before taking off. Now finally  in the air, I recline the exorbitant 2 1/2 inches that the seat will move, and reach to the seat back pouch in front of me to retrieve my earbuds, when I felt a hand on my thigh. Yes Mr. Urinal is touching my leg. I sit back and look toward him as he moves his hand closer to my crotch. His leg is pressed hard against mine. I slump down a bit getting him better access, as he’s now massaging me through my stiff jeans, Damn, did I wear the wrong pants today! Ok, I look behind us and over to the 3 seats opposite the aisle, I reach down release the seat belt and my own belt while at the same time he locates my fly and unzips it, all while we both are seemingly looking straight ahead as if otherwise occupied. In one quick move his whole hand is inside my fly while his fingers begin fondling me through my loose boxers. At least I wore the right underwear today. Fingers still fumbling he locates the opening, pops the single snap and there it is, his bare hand on my hot soft dick skin as he immediately slowed to a stop and just held me,….. that hand on my dick,…..my head back against the seat back as he gently began moving his fingers around my shaft and head. I tried to spread my legs as far apart as the space would allow and his fingers make their way to my balls, the gentle kneading of my junk with my dick hardening is driving me nuts as I continue to check out our surroundings. Suddenly the male attendant is working his way up the aslie taking drink orders and tossing pretzels to everyone, I reach up pull down the seat tray and open my laptop and pull it toward me to hide his hand in my pants, as he opens his tray as well, with his free hand and pretends to read some magazine, mind you now, it’s upside down now too boot. The attendant is 1 row before us as he approached, and he began to stare, I wasn’t sure if he knew, but he didn’t remove his eyes from mine as he shot me a smile. We each ordered cokes, but when he got to us as he obviously had a little something going on inside his pants, he leaned across my seat buddy to hand me the pretzels, obviously rubbing his own dick against my seat buddy’s shoulder. My seat buddy turned his head toward him and he was “eye to woody” with the attendant, who slowly moved back away touching and adjusting his own package before turning away to the 3 seater across the aisle.

Meanwhile my seat buddy went back to his kneading massage as I pushed my laptop back to the tray table. I looked down and could see my dick flesh  popping in and out of the multiple openings as his fingers maneuvered around my stiffened parts. Before I knew it my dick was poking out standing free from my jeans growing harder as he just encircled it with his fingers almost just tickling me. My dick was throbbing with lust as I just wanted to explode, I grabbed his thigh and squeezed him tightly as he suddenly stopped, for a moment before continuing. It became our silent communication, I would squeeze and he would slow or stop for a minute.

Then our attendant came back with his tray of drinks, as he took each glass and napkin, gay pinky extended mind you, as he handed each of us a drink, my laptop slid back into my lap covering my now exposed dick, but the attendant kind of spent longer bending and twisting to get a better look, saying he’s always ready and willing to help, before turning around toward others.

My seat buddy turned his attention back to me and now he’s getting rougher, he’s squeezing harder and jerking to the limit, I squeeze his thigh but he isn’t stopping this time, I squeeze even harder and raise my hand in a stop motion, but I explode spattering cum on the tray table, window and laptop, just as the attendant walks back by and stops to watch me fully exposed as if he knew, but thankfully him standing there pretending to talk to us blocked anyone else’s view of us, then seat buddy undid his seatbelt leaned down and sucked me and his fingers clean as my head thrusted back and forth. The attendant was rubbing his own package extremely hard throughout. I put myself back together, took some additional napkins that the attendant instinctively handed us.

Then “The prepare for landing” announcement came, as the attendant hid his hard on with his last call for garbage bag, we buckled up, my seat buddy handed me his business card. We landed, collected our stuff, shuffled off the plane as the attendant greeted us saying “Have a good day, we hope you’ve had a pleasant flight”, we both answered yes, yes we did, he said “that’s just great”, as he handed me a folded napkin. Yes it was his phone number. Damn…. what a trip, what began as a crappy day and trip turned out pretty darn good.

NOTE: Now, I’ve thrown you all a bonus story and I promise I’ll start my vacation for real this time, that is if the plane ever gets out of here today, LOL. Thanks for reading DJFM