Fun after making it through the TSA

Some details have been changed, but this is a true story that happened to me about ten years ago.

That summer break, I headed home from college. I arrived at the airport with my bags and had them checked. I made my way to the security gate. The lines were longer than normal but not terrible. I got in line behind a group of about nine or ten men that seemed a few years older than me. Being twenty, I still had the typical horny teenager mindset, constantly scanning every man that walked by. It wasn’t helped that it had been a few weeks – a life time for a horny young man – since I’d been laid.

Standing in line I had more than enough time to check out the guys in front of me. All were attractive – masculine, relatively fit, great smiles, etc. But there was one that caught my attention more than the others. He wasn’t the tallest of the group, but by far the sexiest. I couldn’t put my finger on why. My brain constantly switched from ‘why’ to ‘wow’. Then we made eye contact.

I’m typically a shy guy – more so than most – but the longer I go between sex, the less shy I get. So that day, I wasn’t shy. At all. We locked eyes and, unlike me, I didn’t look away. For a few seconds we shared eye contact and even a smile, while he never stopped chatting with his buddies.

They made it through TSA, as did I. Because they were many and I was one, I got my bags and shoes gathered and walked past them. The guy and I made eye contact and we smiled again. I even think I turned my head towards him as I walked by. I made it to my gate and grabbed a seat, wondering what this stud looked like naked. While in my daze, I heard a commotion coming down the aisle. Looking up, if was the group of guys. They weren’t loud but because it was late in the evening (where the cheapest flights tend to be, which is important for a poor college kid) their conversation seemed to fill the otherwise empty corridor. I watched them walk past me and the few others at my gate. He and I caught eyes again, but I decided to up the game with a head nod of ‘hey man’. As they passed, his head turned watching me and once they were passed me, he returned the nod, along with a wink. My dick instantly plumped up in my jeans.

I watched them walk down and around the corner. I wished they gate was closer to mine. I glanced at my phone and saw I had plenty of time left. And with my bags checked, all I had to take with my was my duffel, I made my way around the corner in the direction they went. To my surprise they were seating themselves at the gate around the corner. I walked past them slowly, making sure I was noticed by him. Which I was. I then saw a bathroom, which I made a beeline towards. I headed towards the last urinal, whipped out my plumped cock and stood there, hoping the only visitor in this empty bathroom would be this guy.

A few minutes later, I head footsteps. I glanced over and my heart jumped to my throat: here he comes. While I’ve sown more than a few oats in college, I never down anything in a public restroom nor airport. I stood there with my cock in my hand, waiting to see what would happen next. Would he wash his hands only? Go to the first urinal? The stall? Shank me? Most any option was on the table at the time.

My cock twitched as he stepped up right next to me, unzipped and pulled out his member. Out of my periphery, I noticed his head was turned looking at me. I turned to look at him. “Hey” he said with a smile. “Hey” I replied. He looked down at my hard cock, cracking a bigger smile than before. He leaned over closer to me, his cock still in his hand. “Nice!” he hissed. I focused on his cock, which was nice and plump itself. “Yours too” I replied. He stepped back from the urinal, looked towards the door, then turned back to me. “Don’t have much time” he said as he stepped back in to the rear stall, motioning me to come in. Which I did.

He sat down on the seat, his cock sticking out of his jeans, pulled me towards him and slide my cock in to his mouth. It didn’t take long until I was fully hard. I grabbed the sides of his head and shoved my long cock down the back of his throat. Over and over again I banged the back of his throat as quietly as possible. He grabbed my ass and pulled me to him tightly and held me there. I felt his tongue work its magic around my swollen junk like nothing I’ve experience before. I wondered if he’s done this to any of the guys in his group. Looking down our eyes locked and I noticed how handsome he was up close: big brown eyes, long lashes, perfect disheveled hair – his look struck me as a masculine jock mixed with I’m-spending-the-weekend-fishing-with-my-buddies look. Which was my thing at the time. I really wanted to see his dick. I pulled myself out of his mouth, my long cock shiny with his spit. I stepped back enough to see his cock. A wet ball of liquid was slowly dripping from its swollen head. I wanted to taste him so much!

I pulled him up and we switched places. I pulled my jeans down and while working my cock, I sat on the toilet seat. It was warm from him sitting there. I ached for more of his warmth. Now that he was standing, I saw his swollen dick. He wasn’t as long as me, but much, much thicker with a mushroom head that looked like it could down some damage. I swirled his head with my tongue and he tensed up. His pre tasted like syrup: thick and sweet. Once I cleaned his head, I plunged myself down on him. His brown bush, which must have been quite full as it punched out of the zipper of his jeans, scratched my nose and eyes but I didn’t care. I worked both his cock and my own as he dumped his jock juice in to my mouth, filling it up. I remember my mouth being filled with his juice. I wasn’t sure if it was because it was a lot or because, with his thick cock, there wasn’t much room in my mouth for cum.

He left his cock in my mouth even when he finished. I remember looking up and him; his eyes that were once filled with lust now had a glint of relief as he breathed heavily – his chest moving up and down under his vest covered flannel. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, still thick by not as hard as minutes ago. I leaned back swallowing his cum, now jacking harder than before. He reached out and grabbed my stubbly covered chin as I pointed my cock in to the toilet, standing slightly. With our eyes locked, and his wet cock hanging out of his jeans, I shot my load directly in to the water. I don’t cum a lot in terms of volume but I cum hard. Each shot of my boy juice hit the water causing water to splash out of the toilet, sounds echoing off the stall wall.

I sat back, cock still in my hand, as I watched him slide his cock back in to his jeans. As he tucked his shirt back in to his jeans, I saw his fuzzy belly. I reached up and felt that belly with my dry hand. It felt good and I regretted not spending some time on other parts of his jock body, but knew the situation didn’t warrant too much extra play. He smiled, said thank you, as stepped out to the sink. I watched him wash his hands and then disappear from my view.

After getting myself together and cleaned up, I left the restroom and walked back towards my gate. He had ‘returned to his flock’. They were strangely quiet now. I glanced over and the jock and I locked eyes again. He nodded and smiled. Still tasting him in my mouth, I wondered again if he’s done this with any of his buddies. I walked back to my gate and grabbed a seat, hoping the plane wouldn’t be too full as I could smell the scent of cum on me still. Oh well. That’s life I guess.