Returning Home

There was a strange feeling in my stomach as the landing gear on the plane connected with the pavement. The lurch forward was nothing compared to the pit in my stomach. I looked at my watch and noted the late night time after the long flight from Heathrow Airport. I looked out the window as my head leaned on the cold side of the hard plastic wall of the plane, the large lady beside me craning her neck to look also.

It was the beginning of June at Pearson International, and my 25th birthday was not too far away. Two months had flown by as I made my way around Europe. Alone.

I decided to go after all, even though it was supposed to be a very different trip. Just the two of us. Me and Joe.

I closed my eyes and pushed back the emotions. It had been six months since the accident. Six months since I held his hand. Six months since I heard his laugh. I escaped for two months, but now, coming back, I felt like I was already returning to a different world. No home to go to, as Joe’s sister Julia had sold it. She passed along some money my way out of sympathy. But no partner to welcome me back with his big open arms, and that smile that would make me melt, and thicken my dick immediately. Nothing.

Europe had been my escape, after falling back into the arms of my professor for that “one more time” just before Europe. He got me back in the saddle, I guess, and encouraged me to move on. Just like he did. So I went to Europe, and 17 countries. Where I saw a lot. And did a lot. And fucked a lot. And learned to shut my emotions down. I learned to jump into the arms of anyone who looked at me. I learned to be free, explore, and forget what happened.

I took a deep breath, making the large woman beside me give me a warm smile. “You happy to be home?” She asked innocently enough.

I gave her a winning smile as best I could, and reached down to grab my backpack under the seat in front of me, her eye noting the size of my bicep quickly. “Of course! It’s always good to be home.” I lied.

Yet I knew no one was waiting for me at the Arrival area. I was reluctantly going back to stay with my mother for a bit, and her newest boyfriend who had moved in while I was away. I thought the trip would be good. That having sex with different men would help the pain. But as I exited the plane and followed the large plump bodies of my fellow travelers, I knew deep down it only numbed it. So that was how I felt: numb.

In a fog I followed the herd to the baggage area, flexing to pick up the overstuffed bag with two months of travelling items barely contained in the suitcase I brought. I avoided eye contact, and moved sullenly towards Customs, barely looking at the beefy agent with the hairy arms, or the last security check point and the two imposing males that looked up and down me as they checked my passport one last time.

And as I walked into the arrival area and the smell of Toronto, I finally took a breath. And noticed the round ass of the man in front of me.

I was back. In Canada. And the sights were still impressive. I grinned wickedly at the sight of the way those two perfectly formed round cheeks moved in the black dress pants. Hunger took over and my cock twitched. My eyes trailed up an impressive stature: wide back; narrow waist; big forearms displayed from a white short sleeve dress shirt; large gym sized biceps; trimmed dark hair cut so close it was almost shaved. The back of his head was a nice shape. I moved slightly to the side to get a better look, my eyes drifting back to those impressive arms, big and solid looking, with nice dark hair over the forearms. My eyes gazed at the thickness of the man, holding onto the handle of his luggage as he moved with ease forward. He looked like he worked here, or could be a flight crew, or a pilot I wondered as my eyes lowered to his meaty looking ass once again, even more mouth watering from the side.

I tugged at my growing bulge and realized I needed to find a washroom after the long lines, but couldn’t stop following this hunk of a man. I wanted him to turn around, to see if the face matched the body, to see if he was the type of man I lusted after. To see if he could continue to numb the pain as I welcomed myself back home. I was back in Canada for just over an hour and already I wanted a taste of home. If only, I snorted to myself.

The sound made him turn slightly and look behind him, giving me a side profile of a clean-shaven tanned face, perfectly straight nose and luscious lips, and big brown eyes that looked quickly back at me. He looked twice, the second time a little longer, holding the gaze a bit and gave me the pursed lip head nod that guys do, as if to silently say “hey” without using words.

I returned the favour and moved a bit more to the side of him to see if I could see more. He had a flat stomach from what I could tell, and a sizeable chest and shoulders. Perfect, I heard the voice in my head say.

He was heading for the far end of the terminal, where it was less crowded, almost deserted at this time of the night. I saw the bathroom sign up ahead in the distance and decided to make a move at least as I needed to pee so bad. I picked up the pace and moved beside him, matching his speed and glancing at him to make sure he was hot. And fuck, he was. Like the poster boy for hot pilots. If he was one.

I gave him a little smile, walking faster and purposefully sticking my chest and ass out, switching hands on my own pulled luggage to give him a show of my own impressive muscular arm, and drifted slightly to the washroom up ahead. I sensed that he slowed down, perhaps to look at my own ass. At least I hoped. And as I turned obviously to the washroom, I gave one direct look back towards him as I went into the open doorway.

He was watching me.

I moved to the middle urinal of the empty washroom and pulled my meat out to relieve the pressure somewhat as I listened to the sound of a rolling suitcase grow louder. I let my stream go, feeling the heat from my thickening cock as the anticipation got to me.

And sure enough, like a spider weaving a web, I heard the sounds of someone entering the washroom behind me and I smiled to myself. I squared myself off and continued to piss, lifting my head straight up and turning ever so slightly to my right to see if it was my hunky airport worker. I heard the rolling stop and the sound of a belt buckle being opened. Steps forward and the glimmer of a white shirt moved directly beside me.

I turned to see the hunk step up to the urinal directly to my right despite the long flow of white empty bowls at his mercy. It made me grin wider, knowing that he was after me, and I looked at his midsection to see him untucking his shirt, and pulling out a thick cut cock, dark hair surrounding the base with a treasure line leading upwards as he held his shirt open a bit. He was still a few steps back from the urinal, and obviously giving me a show as he moved closer.

“Evening.” His deep voice said as I looked up at his face. Those big dark eyes staring at me as he gripped his dick and started to release his own stream. I smiled and found myself pulling backwards, giving him a show of my own thick piece streaming out the last of my bladder.

“Hey.” I said, holding his gaze.

Fuck he was hot I thought as I tried not to look at him, standing there with his pants open, proudly holding his fat dick as he pissed, staring at me. I finished my stream, and just stood there for a moment, before I shook it a few times, and then just held it.

He did the same, the two of us now standing in front of our urinals holding our cocks, side by side.

His hand moved first, reaching over to take my balls, cupping them in his large manly hand. “Nice.” He whispered quietly before his hand moved up and grabbed hold of my dick. It grew harder in his grip, and I let out a slow breath, almost shaking as I reached under his arm to grab hold of his.

It was heavy, thick, and growing. I could feel the veins in his meaty cock, the tickling of hairs around the base that was kept neat and trimmed, and the size of his nuts was like something from a drawing. I looked down at his left hand on mine, noting the smoothness of his hands, the rippling thick veins on top, and the fact that there was no wedding ring.

Just as quickly as he grabbed my cock, he pulled away and moved backwards, keeping his eyes on me. Holy FUCK he was a hot guy I thought in my head again as he walked away. I could see the definition of his stomach, the line of hair going upwards towards his belly button, the softball sized guns in his arms under the short sleeve dress shirt, and the way his mouth gaped open as he grabbed his own dick and stroked it. With a tilt of his head, he suggested the end stall.

I moved faster than he did, catching up to him pretty much as he backed into the handicap stall. He pointed to our bags and I grabbed them both, wheeling them in to the large stall and hating the noise that it made.

He stood at the far end in the stall, still slowly stroking his cock and stared at me. He gestured downwards with his eyes and I knew I had a top man in my sights. Without a word, I moved directly in front of him and knelt down to get a closer look at that big rod.

I took hold of it, feeling his fingers still clasped around it for a moment before he slid them away, almost as if he didn’t want to. And then I moved in, opening my mouth and taking it all the way down to the base in the first motion.

He groaned slightly and gripped the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair that had grown a bit in the past two months. He held me on him, my nose pressed into that dark bush, breathing in the scent of him, and filling my mouth with salty tastes. He smelled like a man, that musky aroma after a long flight that exuded sex. I breathed in deep, taking it all in, including his cock. He tasted perfect.

I pulled back and started to give him my expert blow job, which must have impressed him as sounds started to emit from him that took both of us by surprise. He grabbed a hold of the side of the stall, tall enough to hold onto the top of it as he let me do the work, watching me work my tongue up and down his shaft before engulfing it all the way down. He had a delicious cock, just shy of my own 8 inches that I was now stroking.

When he got close, he pulled me up and held me by the hair. “Stop.” He panted in a whisper, looking at me. I licked my lips, and looked back down at his cock. “I’m close.”

I grinned and bent over, taking it back in my mouth and bobbing up and down like a hungry whore. He took a deep breath in and tried to pull out but I wasn’t stopping, until a hand came under my chin and he pulled me up.

I was pushed backwards to the door, his hands holding my head between them, and he pinned me to the door and crushed my mouth with his lips in a desperate kiss. Groans came out of both of us as he kissed me, searching my mouth with his long tongue, connecting with mine in a deep, breathless kiss.

He pulled back, holding my head against the door in his big hands. “Holy fuck, you are one hot little cocksucker.” He whispered, smacking my lips with his repeatedly as he stared into my eyes.

“You’re pretty fuckin’ hot too.” I said as I pulled on his dick between us.

He sort of growled and let his hands slide down over my shoulders, then down the front of me, feeling my hard pecs and washboard abs before gripping my cock. “Jesus, you are rock solid.” He kissed me again and then bit my lip, pulling it out as his head backed off me. “I could have a lot of fun with you tonight.”

I raised an eyebrow and grabbed that meaty ass I had been drooling over and pulled his body into mine, banging the stall door. I hoped no one would hear. “Oh yeah? What’d ya have in mind?”

He grinned, sliding his hands around my waist to my ass, pushing his cock up against my stomach as mine went between his legs. He was strong, groping me hard, our bodies pressed together as his hands circled my butt. “I’d fuck the hell out of you for starters. After you suck my dick some more.” He didn’t wait for me to answer, just pressed his mouth onto mine and kissed me again, breathing through our noses. My cock throbbed against his leg and I could feel wetness on me. I was already leaking.

He kissed me so hard my body wrapped into his, and I felt him lifting me upwards, my back sliding up against the door as his hand moved under me. When I felt his cock prodding around me, I gasped slightly, almost wishing him to find that spot and punch it into me.

“You wanna fuck me?” I breathed out onto his cheek as our faces clung together.

“Yeah. I do.” He moaned, shoving his cock up under me to find my entrance.

“Do you have a place? Or do you want me here?” I moaned as I felt that torpedo shape digging into me.

“I have a hotel tonight.” He leaned back to look at me. “Wanna come over, or do you want it now?” he grinned foolishly as he held his dick near my hole. “Or…” He spun me around and kicked my legs apart and yanked my pants over my ass. A wet finger dug into my crack and he pressed himself into me. “I fuck you now and THEN again back at my hotel.” His cock was now grinding in between me, and I felt his hand fumbling with it, leading that torpedo head into my hole. “I don’t think we can wait.”

I nodded, looking back at him, his face now inches from me. “Fuck yeah buddy. Put it in.” I groaned and felt his hips moving. With his free hand, he grabbed my neck and pulled me into his mouth again and shoved his tongue into me as his cock breached my entrance.

I hissed loudly, my mouth falling open and moaned into his lips. “Fuck!” I splayed my hand against the door, and he grabbed it to hold on as he let go of his cock and pushed into me in one motion. I saw stars, and took in a deep breath as I bottomed out for him. I could feel his waist against me, the tickling of his hairs around my ass, and his big hand still holding my neck.

“Oh fuckin’ hell…” he moaned into my neck. “You okay?”

I nodded and he immediately started to pump his hips. “Fuck you feel so good. I won’t last long.”

I adjusted my feet and pushed my face into he door. It wasn’t the first time I was getting pounded in a bathroom stall, but I was going to enjoy this first entry in hopes the second would be more comfortable. He let go of my head and wrapped that strong arm around me to fuck me harder and moaned louder, almost growling in my ear. “I haven’t shot in four days.” That deep voice whispered in my ear. His breathing quickened, and he squeezed his fingers into mine against the door. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” He started to stay, his hot breath in my ear and down my neck making me groan at the sensation.

He sped up, really slamming me against the door and I hoped no one would enter as he grunted out. He buckled at the surprise of how fast he was cumming and let out a loud moan. He lurched forward, pressing me against the door even harder and rammed his cock into me deeper, grabbing my neck again and pulling me sideways to a kiss. He kissed me hard, practically sucking the air out of me until I felt that big throbbing cock subside. He lowered his head onto my shoulder, and caught his breath, keeping that dick still inside me. We both seemed to quiet down, and listen for sounds before he moved again and backed up, taking his dick with him.

“Fuck what a sweet ass.” He said softly, before giving it a playful smack. I heard his pants and buckle, and turned around to see him pulling them up, covering that slick looking piece of meat with his underwear as he stared at me. “Come back to my hotel and I’ll fuck that ass all night long.”

I grinned, bending over to pull up my own articles of clothing as he straightened himself out. I opened the stall door first and went to the sink to wash my hands as he came out and stood behind me, grinding his crotch into my backside again. 

And then he turned me around, and pulled me gently into him with a smile. His face moved to mine slowly, ignoring the fact that we were both standing at the sink in a public washroom. Opening his mouth wide, he kissed me again, sliding that long tongue back into my mouth. We both groaned, chest to chest, hands on each other’s asses as we made out.

He moved back a bit and started to put away his tool, adjusting his shirt in as I did the same, those big brown eyes still staring at me. “Seriously though, wanna come over? I’m at the Sheraton.” His big hand snaked down my arm to take my hand. “I need to check in to get my room. But come with me.” He kissed me again. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

I licked my lips as he stood in front of me, towering over me, heat emanating from him, the smell of him now mixed into me. My dick was still hard and untouched and ached to be released. My balls felt sore as if robbed of an explosion, but the cum in my ass was keeping me locked on him for the time being. “I’m not done with you yet either.” I said quietly back as I went back to the stall to get my luggage.

He waited for me to move first, as if he was afraid that I wasn’t going to follow him.

But I had no where else to go. And this was just the welcome I needed for my return home.