I looked up at the screen. Detroit to Dallas. DELAYED
FUCK. I had rushed out of my apartment, late as always, and paid for the quicker ride share option to make my flight. I was that asshole pushing my way through the security line, embarrassingly admitting I was close to missing my flight - all my own fault of course. All just to get to my gate and see the orange caption of DELAYED. Of course.
I looked out the window and saw perfectly clear skies and sun this afternoon. I checked my weather app and saw the same in Dallas. So just the usual airline bullshit, I thought to myself.
“Hey any idea how long this delay is?” I asked a mid-50s looking guy who was clearly someone who would normally rush the gate at boarding, assuming he’d have the scoop.
“Ha yeah they came over the mic 20 minutes ago, you didn’t hear it?”
I mentally rolled my eyes at the judgment of not being here more timely, “Sorry no I was grabbing a coffee,” I lied.
“They said ‘at least an hour’, whatever the fucks that means…”
I rolled my eyes. Great.
I wandered down the terminal, taking in the flights around me. I’d always been fascinated with the idea that all of these people at an airport were about to be hundreds or thousands of miles away from each other. This momentary hourlong blip, we were all together, and by the next day we’d be spread out all over the world. What a crazy concept and evidence of how small the modern world had become.
Los Angeles, Atlanta, Seattle, Chicago, New York, Nashville, Boise, London. Every gate a portal to a different culture and universe.
Fuck it. My friend had told me about finding guys at the airport before, apparently a good place for using 'the apps'. I hadn’t gotten laid in at least a month and needed to kill some time. I pulled my phone out. Mostly blank profiles, obvious catfishes, and more of the usual, appeared. I scrolled down, scrunching my nose at the lackluster options.
Halfway down the page was a picture of a smiling guy that looked to be near my age of 25. He looked fashionable and his profile actually seemed normal.
Hey man
Waiting for a response I figured I’d check out where the nearest suite lounge was. Peering at a map, my rolling carry-on dragging behind me, I saw there was one about 20 gates away.
Hey. Airport?
Oh good, I thought, at least I got a quick response.
I fired off a response: Yeah. Flight delay :( how long till your flight?
I made my way towards the lounge, about a 10 minutes walk. I’d either end up with a private space to kill some time or a room for two…
30-40 minutes? Want to meet up?
Half an hour probably wasn’t going to be enough time. I did notice his face on the grid moving up much closer to the top though. Worth a shot.
At the suites by gate 28 in terminal B if you want to squeeze in time for me :)
I posted up next to the check-in desk, the attendant an elderly woman eyeing me up to determine if I was loitering or about to become a paying customer. I wondered the same for myself.
Just two minutes later I saw him walking towards me. Tall and well built, at least 6’2”, with a black leather jacket over a hoodie and a fashionable tank underneath. His hair was buzzed on the sides and out forward in the front.
“Hey, sorry to be weird but are you Drew?” He approached with his hand out.
“I am! Tim?” I met his hand and pulled him in for a light hug, catching him a bit off guard.
“I’m down to 30 minutes. In the least weird way possible…want to get a room?” We grinned at each other, both finding the situation exciting but just a little awkward.
I walked to the desk, “hi ma’am can we get one room for an hour, please?” I tried to put on my most innocent face.
“Are you two traveling together?” She eyed us suspiciously.
“We are! College friends headed to a homecoming!” Tim stepped in, saving my ass.
“What school?” She questioned us, still skeptical.
“UT Austin!” Tim responded. I wondered how he was able to pull out a school that reasonably fit my itinerary…
“Okay…” she typed on her computer, “who’s paying?” I raised my hand. “Boarding pass and card please.”
I handed her both.
“Humph. Dallas to Austin is a pain to drive when you land. Be careful on the highways.” I glanced at Tim and he winked back at me. She’d bought it.
She handed me my things back and showed us to a small room at the end of a long dim hallway, letting us in and closing the unable to be locked sliding door behind us. The room was tiny, with a 32 inch TV on one wall and a ‘bed’ that was somewhere between a day bed and a true couch on the other side, with a desk under the TV. We both dropped our things on the ground.
“So…Austin?” I eyed Tim curiously, needing at least a little bit of an explanation to make sure I wasn’t dealing with a stalker.
“Your boarding pass is poking out of your jeans, it was the first Texas school I could think of.”
I was genuinely impressed.
“So where you heading?” I sat down on the day bed.
“San Francisco…” he squinted at me a bit and glanced at a clock on the wall, “I don’t mean to be that guy, but 25 minutes now…”
I shook my head, realizing this wasn’t for pleasantries, “right, sorry, first time doing this! Should we just…?” I started to lift my shirt off.
Tim put a hand on my shoulder to stop me, “so, not my first time in this situation actually. The doors don’t lock so it’s usually best to only take off what we need to…”
I was embarrassed by my lack of experience and decided to gesture to him to take the lead with our limited time.
Tim made sure the door was shut all the way and put our bags against it to make it slower to open if someone were to try to come in. He turned back around and took off his leather jacket, leaving a gray hoodie and tank top on underneath.
I watched him undo his belt buckle and zipper, and wiggle his jeans and underwear down at once to the bottom of his thighs, a soft cut penis popping out, covered with moderate crisp jet black hair around it. He smiled at me, clearly not one for shyness. He sat down on his bare butt on the daybed and slid against the wall, leaving me a view of a guy covered in each of his top and bottom third with a delicious looking treat waiting for me in the middle.
“20ish minutes now,” he glanced at the clock again.
I quickly lowered my jeans to the same spot Tim had his but kept my boxers on, a little more shy than him to let my completely soft dick out yet. I sat down next to Tim on the daybed and leaned in, taking his soft dick into my mouth.
“Sorry if it’s a little grimy, I’m coming off a connecting flight from Miami…”
I did taste some built up sweat on his head but it only served to turn me on more, thinking about how this dick was traveling across the entire country, making a quick pit stop in my mouth.
I started to suck him, trying to get him fully erect as quickly as possible. Tim moaned softly, running his fingers through my hair as I worked on him.
"You're pretty good at that," Tim murmured, his voice slightly strained.
I glanced up at him and smiled, my mouth filling further as his dick gained length in my mouth. I continued to suck him, focusing on the head of his penis and using my tongue to tease him underneath it.
Tim's breathing became more labored, and I could feel his heart rate increasing.
He pulled my leg to flip me around next to him. He pulled my boxers down, my hard six inches flopping out and pointing at him amongst my thicker than usual pubes, having not expected to be doing this today.
He slipped me into his mouth, leaving the only sounds in the room the wet noises of us both working the other dick’s in a 69 position.
With him now on me, I felt an extra shot of adrenaline to suck harder and deeper, determined to get my reward before he had to board his flight. I felt his hand reach around and grab my left ass cheek, kneading and squeezing it to motivate me to lightly fuck his mouth. I humped my hips forward, feeling my dick tapping his throat.
I looked at the clock and realized he only had a few minutes to go. “Tim you’re running out of…”
“Don’t stop I’m close!!” He panicked. I pushed back down, working my hand around him with my mouth.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," Tim gasped, his hands gripping the edge of the daybed and his mouth lifting off of me.
I didn't let up, continuing to suck him until he finally reached his climax. I felt his warm cum hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed it down, not wanting to waste a drop before the flight.
Tim let out a sigh of relief, panting and bucking his hips forward, breeding my throat. His body relaxed as he came down from his orgasm. I sat back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Ahh felt good man," Tim said, his voice still slightly breathless.
I nodded, feeling a bit of satisfaction at having gotten him there so quickly.
“I’m so sorry man but I have to go or I’ll miss my flight. I suck.” He frowned at me, looking genuinely upset.
I felt disappointed and a bit used but understood the situation and probably would’ve done the same, “all good I get it...”
He pulled his pants and boxers back up, and grabbed his things, “was great to meet you man, thanks again!” And with that he was gone.
I looked at the closed sliding door, my dick still out and hard, his salty juices still marinating in my mouth. I felt a rush of exhilaration and a little bit ridiculous at being left behind.
I ran a finger inside my cheek, gathering some of the salty residue left behind and pulled my jeans down a bit further. Using Tim’s cum on my finger as lube, I slowly pushed it into my tight hole. It stung for a second, then loosened. I felt a deep, pleasuring ache inside of me join the sensitivity in my cock.
I started stroking myself, my hips pushing back gently against my finger as it slid in and out. My masturbating hand quickly hiked up my shirt under my neck, ready for the release. My rhythm quickened, my breath catching in my throat as I dug my finger in and massaged my prostate. I matched the speed of my swirling finger inside of me to the other hand working my dick up and down.
With a groan, I felt my own asshole squeeze around my finger as I came, a hot burst hitting my stomach. My body arched as my juices poured out onto my skin, forming a sticky pool in my pubes.
I collapsed back, panting, slowly removing my finger from my ass. Alone in this airport suite, spent, and shamelessly satisfied.
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