Hairy Pierced Straight Stranger in Airport

 Standing in the airport lobby sipping on my latte at 3:51 in the morning I thought to myself, this has got to be the earliest cup of coffee I’ve drank in my life… Well, earliest or latest depending how you look at it. Driving across the border into Georgia I never thought about how the airport was in a different time zone even though it was only an hour drive away, leaving me with extra time to kill in the airport terminal.

I was on my way to Portland, Oregon to meet up with my old college roommate who I’m still very close to but hadn’t seen in over two years due to life circumstances with both of us starting new jobs and him devoting most of his time to his new girlfriend, which I completely understood.

I decided to take the Thanksgiving holiday break to go visit him and finally spend some time with the new girl, since I was convinced there were under a year or two out from getting married.

The night before I made sure to leave on a good note by meeting up with my trusty friends-with-benefits, Jorge.

After wrapping up with work I sent an innocent “hey there, how’re things going handsome?”, which progressed to me driving over to his apartment close to midnight. Jorge was something else, standing two inches taller than my six feet of height, a toned torso and arms with tattoo sleeves, and the juiciest ass I could hope to find in our small town.

He lived alone in a small apartment with only the essentials: a couch and TV on the floor in the living room, a couple of barstools up against the kitchen counter, and a queen-sized bed set up in the bedroom.

Immediately upon opening the door, I was greeted by his light brown eyes and curly black hair, his large rough hands encompassing me in a tight hug. I slipped my arms around him, one hand between his shoulders and the other resting on his back, slightly pressing his crotch against mine. We locked lips in a passionate kiss, his moustache grazing the stubble that emerged throughout the day across my face. He passed his burly hands and fingers through my straight black hair and told me how sexy I looked.

His charm always made me smile, and I returned the compliment before drawing his face back in for another passionate kiss, this time sliding my tongue across his lips, asking for permission to explore deeper into his mouth. Jorge offered up his tongue for me to taste before I plunged my tongue deeper into his mouth, forcing an erotic moan out of his mouth in a gasp.

After some time making out I started shuffling us both to his bedroom, while lifting the white cotton t-shirt he was wearing off of his V-shaped torso.

Jorge had the most beautiful brown skin, toned enough to have great muscle definition but not too toned to where his beautiful body would lose any of its delicateness and vulnerability. I met him at the gym, where I was trying to work on my own body. I had some definition going, but wanted to really push my muscles to their full potential while I was young and had the time to dedicate myself to chiseling my body.

I pushed him onto the bed before slipping my shirt off myself, being careful to be mindful of my recent nipple piercings I got only two weeks prior, which still felt slightly sore to the touch. I climbed up on the bed on top, with both my knees pushing apart Jorge’s legs and my hands resting on either side of his face. Pushing my hips into his, I leaned in for a deep kiss, feeling my sensitive nipples brushing against his.

Positioned on top of Jorge, my meat immediately started swelling up inside my pants into a full erection I continued pressing between his spread-open legs. Jorge let out a sharp moan feeling my dick press up against his.

After moments of soft grinding up on him, I removed my hands from his head and chest and went to slip off his joggers from his legs by undoing the drawstring and slowly peeling off the soft orange joggers with his black briefs, causing his six-inch cock to spring out and slap against the flat of his stomach. Jorge was completely clean shave, there was no hair around his pubic region or ass, and sure enough, as I began removing my jeans, Jorge spread his long, muscular legs wide open to reveal his beautiful bright pink hairless hole.

I eagerly crawled back on the bed on top of his gorgeous body, my mouth watering from looking at such a juicy ass. I delivered a few passionate kisses, locking plump lips and swiping my tongue across his, before moving down straight to his asshole.

I took my large hairy hands and grabbed each cheek like they were each a basketball, and I spread them to reveal his asshole, exposed and vulnerable for me to have fun with.

Lowering my head, it took all my willpower to not immediately shove my tongue into him, instead I lightly trailed my wet tongue from right above his ripe pink hole gently up to his balls. I could feel his body trembling from the pleasure and the sexiest little moans from his mouth. I continued lightly passing my tongue across his balls, taint, and around his hole before finally applying pressure and slipping the tip of my tongue up inside him. Jorge let out a sharp gasp and moan, and I continued eating him out.

After a while of pressing my tongue up inside him and lathering him with my saliva, I couldn’t resist anymore, and I removed my mouth from his cheeks and covered his eyes with my hand telling him “sshhhh”.

With my other arm, I positioned both his legs up on my shoulders and leaned a bit over so I could really pin him down with my arms on top of him.

With Jorge unable to see what I was doing, I collected some saliva in my hand and lathered the head of my cock with it before pressing the head of my rock hard dick up against Jorge’s bright pink boy pussy. He started squirming underneath me, “please papi, give it to me, please” he kept pleading, as I teased him with my meat.

Finally, unable to resist further, I gave a thrust and slid my eight inches up inside his eager hole. His entire body spasmed in delight and he let out more loud moans, pleading for me to fuck him. The inside of him felt incredible, warm and tight surrounding my thick cock. My saliva lubed up him enough so I could easily pump my dick into his gorgeous body. Unable to stop myself at this point, I started getting a slow rhythm of sliding my member up inside Jorge and gently sliding it out so only the tip remained inside him.

I removed my hand from his face to reveal his beautiful light brown eyes staring up at me, his brows furrowed in ecstasy. While fucking his hole, I leaned down to give him more passionate kisses, tugging on his thick bottom lip with my teeth.

I must have felt more horny than usual, after only eight or ten minutes I started to feel my orgasm approaching. I started breathing heavier and looked down at Jorge with a look he immediately recognized.

“Baby, I’m getting close, I’m about to cum” I teased him

“Please mmmhhhhh, fill me up”, Jorge gasped out in between moaning from my cock still railing him.

“Yeah? You want all my cum in you”

“Please please pleeeaaassee” Jorge pleaded, gripping the bedsheets with all his strength, my hairy balls slapping against him with each thrust.

I felt my orgasm coming on, and I leaned down to get as much of my cock up inside Jorge’s body as possible, with my mouth right next to his head, grunting louder and louder in his ear until I finally unloaded all my pent up seed directly inside his hole.

My entire body tensed up and I could feel my cock flex and pulse, wrapped tight immersed in Jorge’s sweet hole. I unleased six or seven strong spurts of my thick load deep inside him “mmmhhh fuck papi I can feel you in me”, Jorge moaned out in pleasure.

Immediately after emptying my balls inside him, I collapsed on top of his body, my semi hard dick still engulfed in him.

“Fuck baby, you did so good” I whispered in his ear, bringing my hand up to stroke the side of his face in appreciation.

His face beamed with a proud smile, happy at how satisfied I was with his body, and he kissed me some more before my dick slowly slid out of his hole and we cuddled naked for an hour, my immense load inside Jorge’s body the entire time.

 

But that was hours ago, and now I have to be boarding my flight in two hours with nothing to do but idle with my phone and listen to some music.

I was standing off to the side of the airport terminal wearing my grey sweatpants I had stole from my ex-boyfriend, a blue t-shirt from a brand I love since the sleeves are extra short so they show off my arms, and my orange running shoes. On an airplane I mainly aim to dress comfy, typically with my trusty black sweatshirt in my carry on in case the airplane gets chilly.

I keep compulsively checking my phone every five minutes just to make sure for the millionth time, yes, this is the right gate. Yes, I am departing at 6:11 AM, just under two hours from now. Yes, I have my ID on me. Yes, the connecting flight departs with enough time to get to the connecting gate.

My dad’s side of the family is from Panama, and my mom’s side of the family is Norwegian. Luckily for me I got the Scandinavian height and Latino complexion and hair, but sadly it meant lots of long plane flights as a child to go see extended family each holiday.

As a result of my anal mother who wouldn’t even be late for her own funeral, it rubbed off on me, and I can never show up to a flight with less than two hours to spare to budget for emergencies like forgotten passports or long security lines.

But for a domestic flight at first light, there’s no rush to get on the plane, and I’m left here solo to kill time.

As I am idling in the fluorescent-lit airport terminal with my airpods in, staring at nothing in particular, I notice a man standing a few paces away from me appearing to say something to me – unable to hear what he is saying past the music playing in my ears, I pluck out an airpod and give him a confused look to show I missed what he said.

He’s standing around at around 5’9’’ or 5’10’’, Caucasian guy with a buzz cut of ginger hair and a well-trimmed brown beard in contrast. Wonder if the pubes match the beard or hair, I ask myself. I can’t help but notice he was a handsome guy, with a strong brow bone and jaw line, even noticeable past the beard. His hairline has receded a bit so far, but it only gives him a more mature and masculine look to me. He’s wearing a band T-shirt to a metal band I neither recognize nor can make out the name of the band out of the stylized characters, and he’s got acid washed jeans on with black boots with an orange and black flannel sticking out of his backpack. This dude really fit the bill for the average Portland citizen I was picturing in my head while booking the plane tickets.

He smiled at me and repeated what he had said: “I guess we’re matching” he bantered with a small smirk.

I maintained my look of confusion, not understanding exactly what he was referring to – comparing my clothes with him and failing to find the connection he was joking about.

Picking up on my puzzlement, he added “our piercings man, we’re both decked out with the septum and earrings”.

“Aaahhhh, look at that, you’re right man! Just can’t resist the combo I guess” realizing we both had septum piercings in our noses and small metal hoops in our ears. “I mean, we’re only matching a bit – looks like you went with the silver” I observed, gesturing to his earrings with my hand.

“Yeah you’re right about that, it’s what the parlor put in, and I never went around swapping it out. Plus I feel like I don’t have the complexion to pull off gold.” He had one hand in his pocket and the other holding on to his carryon luggage. I took notice of his forearms – toned and hairy with his light orange colored body hair.

I let out a bit of a smile, taking his comment as a compliment.

“Well you’re not missing out man,” I continued, “changing out the earring is no big deal, but this septum? That was a bitch to change out – I had to get my neighbor involved and everything” recalling my horror story of a piercing swap out when I had no idea what I was getting into replacing a septum by myself.

“That so?”

“Dude you can’t see the hole! I was struggling like you wouldn’t believe trying to get the new piercing in. Basically traumatized my neighbor getting her that intimate with my nose, we haven’t spoken since” I joked, earning a hearty laugh from the pierced stranger.      

“Hahahah I bet man, thankfully I got my girl to handle all that shit for me.”

“I’m jealous, back when I had a boyfriend he didn’t want anything to do with my piercings – said it weirded him out.” I felt someone nervous adding in the detail about my ex, but he seemed pretty laid back like he wouldn’t have a problem with me being gay.

“Ah, a boyfriend? Yeah one of my pals is into men, some of the stuff y’all get into is wild” he joked with me.

“I mean hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it” I volleyed back at him.

“Maybe when I was in college but that ship has sailed, man” he explained with a smile.

“You’re not missing out on much, I mean other than a lot of anal” I bantered. He let out a deep laugh.

“So, Dallas your final destination?” He asked me, changing the topic.

“Nah, I’m getting a connecting flight over to Portland”

“Cool man, same here” he answered with a smile. I can tell from the fit, man, I thought. “Yeah it’ll be my first time meeting my fiancée’s family”.

“Oh damn, sounds like you have a bit of a stressful Thanksgiving ahead of you man”

“You could say that hahah” he said, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his head. I noticed his sizeable bicep jutting out near his head and averted my eyes from his to take a look for a second before re-establishing eye contact. “And what brings you over to Portland?”

“Catching up with my old college roommate. I need to remind him I am his friend before he settles down too much with his girlfriend, gets married, and forgets about poor old singe Marino over in Alabama.”

“Marino?” His thick orange eyebrows raised in interest, “never met someone with that name!”

“Hahah, yeah my family is part Panamanian, I’m named after some great-uncle I’ve never met” I noticed he has a dimple chin, slightly obscured by the thick facial fair that covers his lips and cheeks. It’s a handsome beard, and it’s maintained well, no more than ¾ an inch in length. “What’s your name?”

“Rick, nice to meet you” he replied with a big smile, offering up his hand, which I took in a handshake. Nice, rough hands, I thought to myself.

“Nice rough hands” I commented out loud slightly accidentally. Fuck he’s gonna think I’m a creep, why didn’t I keep that one to myself.

Thankfully his smile widened, adding “thanks man, yeah I rock climb as a hobby, took it up in college and have kept it up for a decade now.” Probably puts him in his early thirties – he looks it. “Gets the hands rough as sandpaper, my girl said it annoys her though hahah.”

I smiled back, holding back whatever horny comment would have escaped my lips if circumstances were different. Something about an airport makes strangers my age so much more enticing and attractive. I always chalked it up to an airport being something of a liminal space, in between destinations. I meet and pass by so many strangers here, and the odds are next to nothing I will meet any of them again in my life in any meaningful way. Seeing a handsome guy around my age makes me thing about him in a different light than if I saw him at work or at the local grocery store – here I can be whoever I want to be, and there’s no real risk of me making a fool of myself when I’m never going to meet this person again in my life.

But there was really nothing I was planning on getting up to with this guy, Rick. I have a policy against messing around with folks who are in relationships, especially marriage. That’s completely off limits to me. Being a big believer in karma, I only feel messing around with other peoples’ significant others is only going to come around and bite my ass when I have a partner of my own.

And besides that he was giving me completely straight, heterosexual vibes. In another circumstance the piercings would make me think queer of some kind, but he strikes me as one of those edgy, musical straight guys, the kind that play bass in a 4-man group and eats pussy nonstop after the show. At least that’s who this guy was six or seven years ago, back when he was my age of 25 or so. Good on him for settling down.

“So, you gonna stop at the three piercings? Or you thinking about getting more?” Rick asked me, taking a step closer so we were at a normal conversational distance rather than just two strangers making a passing comment.

“Oh I already took the plunge man haha, I went ahead and got my nipples pierced.”

“Really!? Well damn man, that’s a big jump! How are you liking them?”

“Dude I love them, I mean yeah it was fucking painful getting a needle shoved through both my nipples, but come on, I think they look great.” I noticed Rick started looking down at my chest, where my nipples were. With my t-shirt on, my nipples were pretty visible, so I decided to give him some help and pull my shirt a bit taut around my right nipple to make the bar piercing visible too. “Check ‘em out man, fresh as of two weeks ago.”

“Do they hurt at all?” He asked while bringing himself a bit closer to my body, eyes fixed on my nipple.

“Nah, not anymore. I mean, they are a little sensitive to the touch still” I mentioned as Rick brough his hand up, and mounted his hand under my chest, slowly passing his index finger over one nub of the bar, passed his finger slowly over my erect nipple, and passed it over the other nub of the piercing.

His assertiveness took me by surprise, and I couldn’t help but let out a sharp gasp when I felt his large finger brushing over my hard nipple. My t-shirt was so thin, it felt like skin-to-skin contact, his rough fingertip on my sensitive nipple.

“Oh, sorry man, hahah” he nervously said as he took his hand down off my chest. “Just wanted to get a closer look, I’ve been thinking about getting mine pierced myself.”

“No, no, don’t worry about it! Just took me by surprise a bit, but I’m not shy about it.”

The space felt a bit awkward after that, and I immediately regretted acting so reactionary towards him. Trying to dissipate the air, I tried re-engaging, “So… what about you man? Why are you hesitant to get your nipples pierced?”

Rick turned his head down a bit, his pale Irish skin reddening a bit, “I don’t know man, I just don’t think I have the nipples for it” he nervously muttered.

I furrowed my brows in confusion, “what?? What do you mean man? There’s no wrong or right nipple, any nipple will do the job” I smiled, trying to lighten the air. He chuckled in reply. “You think your nipples are too small? If that’s the case they can just insert the piercing kind of underneath the nipple, it’s pretty common in men.”

“Oh nah, not that man, I just feel like my nipples are too big, I don’t want to draw more attention to them I guess” he admitted.

Too big???

I couldn’t believe it, I always wished I had bigger nipples, and here was a guy self-conscious about his large nipples. Made me wonder just what kind of nipples we were talking about.

“What do you mean man, no way your nipples are that big, I bet they would look great with some metal” I told him, smiling to bring the energy back up.

“Well, you know what man – here, come with me, I can show you” he said, giving my shoulder a pat and grabbed his carry on, walking past me.

Confused as to what the hell he was talking about, I followed him anyway through the terminal, my carryon back rolling behind me and my backpack on my back.

The airport terminal had a steady flow of people as expected, but it was much less busy than usual, most likely due to how early in the morning it was, plus the fact I was traveling on Thanksgiving Day, whereas most people go and see family the Tuesday or Wednesday before.

I followed Rick for a couple of minutes before I realized where we were headed – the airport bathroom.

He beckoned me into the restroom and I followed him into the large disability stall at the end of the large, mostly empty bathroom. All of the stalls were open for choosing, and there were only three other people in the bathroom – two at the sink and one at the urinal taking a leak.

I shuffled into the stall, setting my carryon luggage down near the door, and Rick went and locked the stall door behind me, both of us standing as far away from the door as the stall allowed, both of us very close to eachother. The tips of our shoes were almost touching, his face only a foot or so away from my own.

I made eye contact with him, with a look saying okay you got me here, ball’s in your court man, and he gave me a smile.

“Thanks for following me out here man” he started explaining, speaking very softly, only a hair louder than a whisper. The ambient noise of the loud airport echoed into the bathroom stall, giving us some room to breathe and discreetly chat with one another. “I just figured this would be easier right?”

“Yeah, yeah sure man, this works I guess” I responded slightly uneasily, not sure what was happening still. As I was finishing replying, Rick proceeded to grab the base of his shirt with his hands and peeled it off his torso, exposing his bare body from the waist up.

Fuuuuck, he’s hot.

Rick was toned, that rock climbing hobby has served him well. He has a perfect torso shape, narrow at the waist and widening out at the chest in a beautiful V-shape that made my mouth drop open. He was decked out with meaty pecs that had a sexy trimmed area of his light orange colored body hair that spanned his chest and followed down his stomach. My eyes followed the trail of body hair down his body where I saw it start to flare out into his pubic hair. He was wearing white briefs that were visible for around an inch above his jeans, both of which were positioned low enough to where I could see some of his orange pubic hair flaring out of the waistband of his white underwear, in stark contrast.

And damn, Rick was right, he was sporting the sexiest huge nipples I had seen, large bright pink nipples that jutted out of a proportionately sized areola area. Though they were big, they didn’t seem out of place since his chest was so large and toned.

With his shirt off, I could see a thick nest of armpit hair escaping from under his arms near his large, toned biceps. This guy was hairy.

Snapping myself out of the hypnotic gaze Rick’s masculine, toned body had put me into, I raised my eyes back up at him, careful to not come off as horny as I was feeling. He was smiling wide back at me.

Is he enjoying this?? Enjoying being admired by me?

“Man, you’ve got great nipples! I don’t know what you’re talking about, these would look great with some bars through them.” I explained, trying to get back on task.

“Ah, well thanks for the compliment. You really don’t think they are too big?” He asked, taking his pec in his hand, squeezing his nipple and looking down at it. Fuck, that’s hot.

“Definitely not man, I think you were made for these piercings.”

“You mind if I can take a better look at yours?” Rick asked me, looking at me with his blue eyes.

“If I didn’t know better, I would think you are flirting with me, man” I joked. Rick only gave a chuckle in reply. I went ahead and pulled off my t-shirt, being careful to not apply to much friction between the shirt and my nipples.

I placed the t-shirt on top of my carryon bag and stood tall in front of Rick.

His eyes went down to my nipples, and his face changed to an expression of admiration and wonder. He crouched down a bit and brough his face down to inspect my nipples closely. My nipples were a reddish-pink color, medium sized, with their silver bar piercings running through. Each nipple was surrounded by my black chest hair, which covered my chest and most of my stomach. I liked having body hair, though I always shaved down the patches that grew on my shoulders, which I wasn’t a fan of.

Though my body was not as toned as Rick’s, I was always happy with my figure, and I got plenty of good reception from men I’d previously been with. My chest was my favorite feature, I always grew muscle well on my chest, and I loved how my toned chest looked naked and through my shirt.

“You can go ahead and touch them, man” I offered, defying the sensible part of me that was warning against escalating this any further.

His eyes looked up at mine with a smile, “cool, thanks” he said before bringing his large hand up to give my piercing a feel. Upon feeling his rough hand begin to graze my bare chest I took a sharp breath of air, damn it felt good. His large hand was all resting on my chest, I could feel his thumb resting against the underside of my left pec, his pinky and ring finger resting on my chest hair above my nipple, and his large index and middle finger brushing up against my nipple, which was fully erect in the air.

Rick went on to feel my nipple and the piercing, gingerly touching the tip of my nipple, seeing how it felt, grabbing the piercing bar itself and inspecting the piercing job.

“They look great man, really” Rick complimented. After he was done feeling my nipple, he ran his hand over my chest, giving it a curious feel, which pleasantly surprised me.

He stood back up and let out a long exhale.

“You wanna know something man?”

“Hmm? What is it?” I responded, curious where this was going.

“Last year I went and got my dick pierced.” My eyes opened up in genuine surprise, he acknowledged my shock, continuing, “yeah man! Got me Prince Albert one day I was feeling brave.” He explained with clear pride on his face.

“Damn, Rick! That’s intense!”

“Nah, not really, I mean, it was nowhere nearly as painful as I was expecting” he explained.

“Well, how do you like it?” I asked him.

“I love it man, and girls go crazy for it.”

Girls? Plural?

He only got this piercing last year and is engaged, sounds like Rick has been up to no good.

“That’s on another level, man, I don’t know if that’s a piercing I could go through with, not sure if that would look good for me” I explained, feeling my cheeks getting rosy.

“Well hey, least I can do is return the favor.”

What’s going on, is he about to….

Sure enough, Rick started undoing his belt and unbuckling his jeans.

Fuck fuck fuck, this is straight out of a porno.

The jeans let out a loud zip and the fly went down, and then with both his hands on either side of his pants, Rick pushed them off his waist, the belt jingling from the motion.

And just like that, his meat flopped out of his pants, hanging down from the heaviness of his large member from a huge bush of orange-red, thick, curly pubic hair. The pubic hair was the first thing I noticed, and then the largeness of his dick. His cock was flaccid but still looked at least four or five inches long. Must be nice to be a shower. He was circumcised and the skin of his dick was an even paler white than the rest of his body, and sure enough, right there at the tip was a silver ring. 

            My eyes were glued to his exposed penis up until he asked me “so… what do you think? I mean come on man you gotta get in there, see it close.” I looked up back at him and acknowledged the request, squatting down so my head was level with his crotch.

            There just inches away from my face was a straight guy’s dick, he just voluntarily whipped out of his pants for me to admire all I wanted. 

            I could see more detail now that I was up close, the underlying veins just underneath the skin of the shaft, the pinkness of his cock head, and the pair of hairy and heavy balls resting right beneath his meat. It was a lot to take in.

            “Wow man, I mean yeah this is pretty incredible, I can’t believe you walk around everywhere sporting this underneath your underwear.”

            “Yeah, people are pretty surprised when I tell them. It’s my own fun secret I get to keep to myself.” I looked up at him, realized what a sexy view I was getting. His massive cock hanging limp in front of my face, and looking up seeing his meaty pecs and huge nipples above me. Seeing his handsome blue eyes looking down at me from above. I was starting to get stiff in my pants. 

            “Hahah, I bet, must be a fun secret to carry around” I replied, noticing I could smell his dick from how close I was - the muskiness of his pubic hair with a bit of a sweaty, salty edge. It was more than a little arousing for me. I was starting to grow rock hard in my pants.

            “It is man, for real. But hey come on you can’t get a good idea just looking, check it out, give it a good feel.”

            I had to take a moment to keep my composure. This hunky straight stranger in the airport is giving me express permission to fondle his hung dick.

            I really can’t believe this is happening to me.

            I took my eyes back down to his dick hanging in front of me, and offered up a hand. Gently, I took my right hand and slid my thumb underneath his shaft, resting my other fingers on top so I could lift up his dick from its limp position. It had a sexy heft, and the skin felt so smooth. With my other hand, I gingerly ran my finger up, from right beneath the ring below the head of his cock, up to feel the ring, then finished on the other side, grazing the head of his dick with my finger. Seeing his pale white cock in my dark bronze hairy hand made my cock throb in my pants.

            I gave the piercing a few more gentle rubs with the tip of my finger, commenting “yeah man, it feels great, not too imposing, just some icing on the cake I guess you could say” before noticing his dick started to gradually swell. His cock started to slowly thicken in my hand as his member simultaneously lengthened. Part of me though I should stop touching him, let him zip up, not say anything, and be on my merry way, but there was no way I could tear myself away from what was happening in front of my face.

            I slowly repositioned my hand so that instead of just holding up the tip, I was gripping the middle of his stiffening meat, letting the process happen. After a few silent moments of me still squatting in front of him, holding his growing erection, he stood full mast in front of me, sporting an impressive 8 or 9 inches of dick.

            I marvelled at the sight for a few moments, giving Rick a change to pull away if he wanted, but he remained standing there, staring at the bathroom stall wall silently, hands at his side. 

            Unsure of what to do, I let my instincts take over.

            Bringing up my other hand, I passed my fingers slowly over the hairy skin of his muscled thighs before gently cupping his large, hairy balls in my fingers. I simultaneously gently ran my fingers up the length of his cock, finishing at his pierced tip, before retreating my fingers down to the hairy base of his shaft. He let out a long, deep exhale when I started massaging his balls, and slowly started pumping his cock.

            My hand could barely even fit around his huge dick, all I could focus on his trying to keep the momentum going, no idea what I did to deserve this treat.

            I slowly removed my hand from his ballsack to run my hand and fingers up his toned stomach up to feel his muscled, meaty chest and huge nipples, genltly squeezing them in between my thumb and index fingers. The feel of his course chest hair was incredibly arousing to me - I could feel my hard cock in my pants start to dribble precum. 

            Jacking his dick for a few moments, his nine inch member standing at full attention in front of my face, my mouth started salivating like crazy.

            Unable to hold myself back any longer, I parted my lips and engulfed the first five inches of his dick into my dripping wet mouth. Rick let out a loud grunt of surprise and pleasure, and I could see his head lean over to watch what was happening. 

            I reached my right hand around his muscled leg and gripped his left ass cheek, with my other hand still exploring his sculpted torso.

            I withdrew my mouth until only his tip was between my lips, and I could feel the sharp textural difference of his metal piercing on my tongue. I gave some quick passes with the tip of my tongue where his tip was pierced, listening to Rick moaning in pleasure in return, “Mmmmhhhhhffff”, which only encouraged me more.

            I started blowing him more, taking the majority of his dick into my mouth, feeling his thick shaft with my tongue, the tip probing deeper into my mouth with each bob of my head. His dick tasted incredible – musky and manly. I could taste a hint of precum escaping his cock head, turning me on more. I covered my teeth with my lips to make sure he didn’t get nicked, and applied a varying amount of pressure on his shaft with my tongue to make things as enjoyable as possible.

            I repositioned my hand from exploring this torso and lightly pinching his nipples to softly passing my fingers through his copious pubic hair. My other hand was still gripping his incredible ass, which felt hairy as his dick, muscled, and plump. I started running my hand to the back of his thigh, feeling his hamstrings, and returning to his cheek, working his incredible toned glutes. My other hand started exploring down from his pubic hair back down to his balls, cupping them, applying some pressure right beneath his sack with my index finger, which always felt great to me.

            Rick leaned back against the bathroom stall and took his hand from its idling position to running through my hair, while I was servicing him. He was moaning more regularly, which was such a turn on. Being in a public place there was a lot of restraining on both of our parts, as I wanted to get much more sloppy with the head, really slurping on his dick, but I had to keep things as discreet as I could. The last thing I wanted to happen was someone busting us before we could finish.

            The arousing feeling of Rick’s masculine fingers passing through my medium length, thick hair made me even hungrier to please him. I had a typical soccer player haircut, with a taper fade and longer hair on top. Rick would pass his fingers from my hairline to the back of my head, lightly pulling on my hair, before gently caressing the back of my head where my hair was faded.

            I kept diligently giving him the best oral possible. It had been ages since I had sucked anyone with a dick big enough for deepthroating, but I started pulling from my experience, opening up my throat, closing my eyes, and allowing his huge cock to pass behind the back of my tongue and slide down my throat, engulfing every inch of his dick inside my mouth. I didn’t even enjoy the sensation of deepthroating, but all I wanted in this moment was to give Rick the best pleasure possible.

            He clearly enjoed it, quietly muttering “mmmmfff fuck baby yeah… just like that, mmm” under his breath, using his hand to keep directing my mouth deeper onto his cock.

            This is the first time a man has ever got to do this, the first time he’s ever let a man pleasure him.

            The though turned me on like crazy. I just knew there was a large wet spot in my pants where my own dick was leaking out precum like crazy.

            Continuing to deepthroat Rick, taking brief breaks to gasp for air, feeling his course, curly pubic hair tickling my nose and cheeks each time he entered my mouth, I felt like I was close to getting Rick to unleash down my throat.

            A moment later, Rick took his hand and grabbed my hair, directing my mouth off his cock, which was dripping in my saliva. He looked down at me with a lustful gaze from his eyes underneath a strong brow bone, and bent down to lift me up, his arms under my armpits, so I was standing up. I glanced down to see the huge side-tent I was pitching in my sweatpants with a large precum wet spot.

            He took his hands and directed me to spin around, pushing in between my shoulders, bending me over so I was gripping our carryon bags for support.

            Fuck, is he thinking about topping me?

            I had never bottomed for another guy before in my life. Being a more masculine guy, I always gravitated towards topping, and most guys I was into always wanted to bottom for me, which I always enjoyed.

            Despite this being completely uncharted territory for me, there was no way I was standing in the way of getting Rick all the pleasure he was after. The feeling of another guy being unquestionably dominant without even asking turned me on even more. Being treated the way I treat a nice bottom was so sexy and completely foreign for me.

            I gripped our carryon bags as tight as I could, being stabilized by the walls of the bathroom stall, my sneakers using as much friction as possible to stay in position for Rick. He grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and shoved them down in one quick fluid motion, exposing my bare ass. Rick kicked apart my feet as far as my sweatpants allowed, spreading open my legs revealing my bare hole up in the air, exposed for him to use as he wished.

            The way I was positioned I couldn’t see what was happening, only seeing Rick’s body towering over me in my peripheral vision. I then felt his feet shuffle up in between me, and I could feel the hair from his toned legs start to brush up against my own leg hair, my leg muscled stretching out to keep myself up in this position.

            After a moment I felt a warm wetness splash against my bare hole, which was getting cold from the ambient airport bathroom temperature. I could tell it was a hefty amount of his spit he was lathering me up with. I then noticed his cupped hand appear in front of my face. Understanding what he was asking, I took a moment to collect some saliva from my mouth and dribbled it out onto his hand. He then retreated his hand and I could hear him start to lube up his dick even further with my saliva, even though I knew it was still wet from being in my mouth.

            A few more moments passed as I waited in eager anticipation for Rick to dominate me and begin to use my hole for his pleasure, until finally I felt the erotic coolness of the metal piercing on his dick tip up against my bare hole.

            “please give it to me, please please please….” I started softly begging underneath my breath, unable to keep myself from telling him how badly I needed him inside of me.

            Rick started gently probing the outside of my asshole with the large warm tip of his dick, the piercing slightly entering me each time.  Feeling the hard pressure of his cock slowly gaining in intensity, so close to opening me up, it drove me insane.

            My hard dick was pushed up against the smooth edge of the carryon bag I was bending over onto, slowly leaking precum that slicked the edge of the bag, helping me slide up and down it smoothly.

            After a few more moments of him teasing me, I felt the large pink tip of his dick part the lips of my ass open and slide inside. I let out a quick gasp of pleasure – the first time a man had been inside of me. I knew only the tip of him was inside of me, nevertheless he felt absolutely massive, and I could tell my ass was being stretched out each second he was in me. The sensation was equal parts erotic and painful, and I immediately felt worried that I would not be able to take any more of him.

            After a few seconds of his cock being inside of me, he slowly retreated his dick, and my ass tightly shut after, causing me to let out a long relieved sigh – a break I needed. Only half a moment passed before I felt another warm glob of saliva splash onto my hole, being thoroughly rubbed in by the head of his cock. Immediately after He re-inserted the tip inside of me. Already the sensation felt much less painful and the erotic element was only increasing for me.

            Rick started slowly sliding the tip of his dick into me, then slowly retreating slightly so that he was only slowly fucking me with his tip. Every few moments I would feel another splash of his warm saliva on my hole, which he was stretching out expertly. I started relaxing much more, and the painful sensation was almost gone.

            I gripped the luggage tightly to support me pivoting my torso enough to where I could establish some eye contact with Rick to look at the man fucking me. There were tears coming out of my eyes from the intensity, and my mouth was open, breathing heavy from the exertion, intensity, and eroticism. I looked up into his eyes, overlooking the landscape of his bare, toned torso, muscles flexing as he was grabbing onto me hard with his rough hands, spreading open my cheeks. He looked down at me with a seductive and alluring smile.

            “You ready for more?” he asked me quietly.

            “Yes sir, please” I replied, nervous for what was to come.

            He stretched out one of his hands for me to spit it, then added his own to his hand and lathered up his shaft with our spit mixed.

            He put one hand on my ass, then moved the other up to grab onto my right shoulder before whispering “here I go baby”, and inserted each of his nine inches deep inside my virgin hole. His motion was fluid and quick, and I yelled out in surprise and ecstasy. His cock felt so warm, and the piercing added an element of coolness sliding up inside me. I shut my eyes tight and curled my toes as hard as I could. Every muscle inside me instinctively tightened up as I gripped the luggage tight and planted my feet firmly on the bathroom floor. Thank god the airport was fairy noisy – if not there was no way we could keep this to ourselves.

            As I yelled out in pleasure Rick exclaimed “Sssshhhhh!!” into my ear, then repositioned his arm so that it was wrapped around my head, while his fully hard cock was completely engulfed inside of me. His hand clamped firmly over my mouth so I couldn’t make a noise. His torso bent over so he was on top of me, his mouth right above my ear, I could feel his chest hair on my back.

He kicked my feet apart to open up my legs and ass wider before slowly sliding his dick out to start fucking me more. The feeling of my ass being stretched out so deep was the strangest sensation I have felt. As I felt the pierced tip of his hung cock sliding up inside of me I felt the deepest sexiest shivers creep over my body, and on a psychological level I felt completely dominated, taken over – objectified. The only thing I felt I could do is submit to him the best I could.

He started fucking me with a consistent rhythm, his nine inches probing deep inside of me, then sliding out, a few seconds given to each stroke to fully allow the inside of my hole to stretch out and accommodate his immense size. His large hand tightly clamped over my mouth prevented any of my involuntary gasps and yells to come out, my moans were completely muffled. I could hear Rick softly groaning in his deep voice, as his mouth was positioned so close to my ear. Each time he thrusted inside of me and penetrated me deep, his body pressed tighter against mine, and the well kept beard brushed against my ears and cheek as I listened to his sexy moaning.

Every thrust he made to enter my hole, my dick was pressed up against the luggage, creating an incredible sensation on the tip of my dick, which was lubed up in my own precum, as it slid against the smooth wall of my carryon.

Rick started picking up his pace, fucking me faster and faster. I could feel his huge dick force open the walls of my hole at a rapid pace, and his pierced dick was stimulating me further and further. I could finally picture what it was like, what the bottoms I have always fucked were feeling as my hard cock was penetrating them, stimulating their prostate gland and edging them up to orgasm.

As he fucked me faster and faster, his groans started getting slightly louder and more complex, and I could feel his huge muscles flexing harder, grabbing onto my helpless submissive body tightly. I could feel sweat start to drip from his chin onto my cheek, and I could taste the saltiness as it flowed in the corner of my mouth, passing over my tongue and lips.

The sensations were getting more intense than I could imagine – thank God Rick’s hand was here to muffle all the loud moaning and yelling I would otherwise be doing right now, drawing attention to us both. I was breathing hard out of my nose, trying to catch my breath. I had no idea how physically intense bottoming felt.

I mustered all the strength I could to turn my head around to the point where I could look at Rick in the eyes and see his expression as he was fucking me so hard. As I met his eyes, I found them snapped shut, and his face was incredibly intense and serious looking, like he was focusing all his energy and strength on his current task – using me for the maximum amount of his pleasure. I was an incredible sight to see, his brows tightly furrowed, and beads of sweat collecting and slowly dripping down from his nose and chin onto my face.

He opened his eyes to see me looking up at him, moaning “I’m getting close, you’re gonna make me cum, man” and as he said that I could feel his thrusting and his fucking getting ten times more intense as he neared orgasm. His huge ballsack was slapping against my own, and his cock started swelling up even thicker in a pulsing rhythm. He let out a loud, deep moan into my ear before opening his mouth and clamping his teeth hard down onto where my neck meets my shoulder.

I could feel his entire dick inside of me swell in a final pulse before I felt an incredibly strong warm rush of fluid fill up inside of me. The feeling of Rick start to orgasm inside of me sent me over the edge. My dick, which was rubbing up against my bag, started erupting with immense ropes of cum onto the bad, dribbling onto the bathroom floor. Rick continued shooting his huge load inside of me, letting out a masculine grunt, muffled as he was still biting onto me. Rick let out so much of himself in me, I could feel his seed start to ooze from the sides of his dick out of my ass, running down my taint into my balls.

He removed his cock slowly from my once-virgin, now gaping ass, followed by a stream of thick white straight-man cum exiting me. I closed my ass up to try and keep as much of his load inside me. I want to feel him inside me the entire flight.

Rick stood up and grabbed some toilet paper to quickly wipe off the residual cum on his dick, and then grabbed another wad to pad off the sweat on his face, pits, and under his meaty chest, before placing them both onto the luggage next to where I was still bent over, cock still hard, ass wet with cum, shivering from the ecstasy and intensity I just experienced. My body felt so fragile I didn’t think I would be able to move.

“Thanks bro, felt good.” He told me before pulling up his pants, sheathing his white cock in his pants, and collecting himself. He removed his carryon from next to mine, saying “see you on the flight” before exiting the stall.

I still lay over on my carryon, naked, shaking, and catching my breath. I noticed where there were two wads of toilet paper next to me. I first grabbed the one soaked in his cum, threw it in my mouth, and sucked out all his milk like it was a lollipop. I finished with the one saturated in his fresh man sweat, which tasted incredible.

I took a few moments before slowly standing up on my own two feet, thinking, I am such a mess right now, so much sweat and cum all over this bathroom and myself. I slowly collected toilet paper to wipe off all the cum that was in between my hairy ass cheeks, taint, and balls, before moving on to scooping up all the cum that I shot out. I cleaned up my carryon and the floor best I could. Finally, dabbed off some of my own sweat and got my clothes back on.

Before leaving the stall, I sat on the toilet seat for a couple of minutes to process what had just happened and still catch my breath. Fuck….. fuck that was so hot.

I wiped the residual tears off my cheeks from the intensity, and left the bathroom trying to look as composed as possible. I hope he thinks about me when fucking that fiancée I though to myself, walking down the terminal back to my gate.

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