Mykonos Cancelled

EZ 5457   Mykonos    Delayed2 hours.

'Fuck. In fact, fuckity fuck!'

I've never had much of a problem swearing and so l swore. Out loud. I shouldn't have, I know, not big of me but l kinda paid for it with a contemptuous glare from the middle-aged woman standing next to me in her frumpy, flowery, Laura Ashley blouse.

'FUCKKKK!' 

I spat it out once again for good measure, emphasising it as much as I possibly could to be 100% sure of her undying hatred and then headed off to the bar. To be brutally honest, I would have been in a bad mood regardless of Mrs Brown Blouse or EasyJet Flight EZ5457 to Mykonos being delayed or not. The week in the Artemis Aparthotel had been intended as a well-deserved break for João and me. A chance to try and get our relationship back on track if you like. But the road to hell is paved with half-baked good intentions. And this was certainly half-baked as João pissing off back to Brazil one week after l'd booked it proved only too adequately. I had tried to sell it on cheaply but in vain and, rather than lose my money totally, I'd resolved to go alone.

The bar was the usual tacky mix of shiny gold and laminated wood staffed by smiling Eastern Europeans whom it was difficult to understand and unsmiling Brits who were difficult not to scowl back at.  

'Keep the change!' I said cheerily slamming down the exact money. I grabbed my John Smith's and packet of Cheese 'n Onion crisps and stomped off to find a table at which to nurse my bad mood.

I knew I was in a foul mood. I had been for a month,  ever since l realised João, rather than me, had been the one who had had the courage to leave and bury what we both knew was dead. That was what really riled. I didn't even have the self-respect that came from being the one who ended a doomed relationship. 

'Arrrrraagggghhh!'

When l realised I'd voiced my frustration out loudly enough for the couple on the next table to glance over at the lunatic sitting on their right, l actually giggled, which can't have reassured them much as they soon departed. 'Talking to yourself now Thomas, are we?' Fortunately, l didn't say that aloud but it did lift my gloomy mood sufficiently for me to survey the pickings around me.

Rich, they weren't! Dull business suits or harassed Dads seemed to be all that was on offer, however. Granted, there was the odd muscle-bound thug, neck as wide as his head, most apparently surgically attached to a pouty girlfriend with unfeasibly large breasts. 'Grindr it is then!' I thought to myself!

I adjusted my position to ensure the table on the other side of me would find it difficult to shoulder surf and scrolled away distractedly, occasionally picking on a pic on a whim if the eyes or lips intrigued. But to be frank, little did.

The John Smith's disappeared worryingly rapidly and I thought briefly about the dangers of alcoholism and whether to move to a soft drink but soon found myself returning to my table with another pint and opening up Grindr yet again. This time though, my eyes only saw one pic. Bottom right. Last but one. He was gorgeous. A rectangularish face. Cafe au lait skin, huge soft dark brown eyes that twinkled mischievously. He looked vaguely Asian but l wasn't100% sure. Didn't care, he was just stunning. 'Wanna B 0ty?' Said the caption. I tapped eagerly to investigate, at the same time wondering what the fuck '0ty' might stand for???

'Bottom. Right Now. Negative. On PReP.' Was all the info. Then l read ...

'There's always time for a little fun, even at an airport!'

'Well, there's no harm in trying my luck ...!' I muttered to myself.

I tapped out 'Are you being deported? For being illegally cute? You should be!!'

A reply came flying back '🤣 ... nope, for bribing an immigration officer with blowjobs!'

'Well, you can'thave been any good if they'rekicking you out!?''

'On the contrary! Now you know why there's only ever one desk open at immigration! I kept them very busy if you know what l mean!😉'

'Corrupting our hard-working British civil servants!!! Do you have a corrupting influence on everyone?'

'No, more of a hardening influence!'

The last message was rapidly followed by a pic of him lying naked on the bed; his gorgeous face grinning in the foreground and the most beautifully round pair of buttocks poking up cheekily in the background.

'Yes. I can certainly feel something hardening, that's for sure!'

'If you wanna make it really hard and then soft, I'm off to the Restrooms by Gate 51 ... they're not so busy!'

I looked up hoping to spot him and suss him out more beforehand but it would have been like trying to pick out one fish in a shoal of sardines. No, if I wanted to see more, I'd have to chance anonymous sex in an airport bog, which would be a first for me! Then l twigged  ... naughty... 0ty ... 0 was nought!! 'Thick or what?' l berated myself for being so slow!

Before l really knew it, I'd grabbed my rucksack, taken a last gulp of my beer and was walking as nonchalantly as I could off towards Gates 51-55. Twice my head stopped me in my tracks. But my dick-brain took over and propelled me onward. I pushed open the outer door, just as my phone pinged out a further message. 'In disabled cubicle. Cough twice when you are alone and l can open the door!'

I had no real time to think more as the only other occupant pushed past and left exactly as I entered. The bathroom was empty. I could rat out without saying anything, and just leave, like João, or l could cough and we could fuck, no strings attached. 

I coughed. Twice.

Sure enough, the door to the disabled toilet squeaked open and the most mischievous looking face I have ever seen poked out from behind, grinning like a six-year-old who's pinched the entire biscuit-jar!

He gestured to me 'Quick! Before someone comes!' His English sounded distinctly Australian but with another accent behind it which l couldn't place. But the pic on Grindr was no touched up imitation! His face was perfection itself, skin flawless and eyes, big and soft and beautifully Asian. 

I wasn't even inside the cubicle before I realised he had gotten totally bollock-naked! Broad shoulders, and slightly too long arms gave him the look of a swimmer ... lean muscled rather than bulked out. Perhaps 5'10" or so ... exactly the way I like it!  And utterly perfect. And already decidedly horned up. His dick was darker than the rest of him and with a trimmed patch of pubes above but his tight, round sack totally smooth. I had scarcely any time to admire him more for he immediately turned around and bent over, presenting me his bubble-butt;

'I want you fuck me. I'm so horny!' 

He nodded at the top of the cistern where a condom and lube lay.

'I already put lube in!' He wiggled his sexy butt as if to underline the point. I could feel my cock trying to undo my zip from the inside!! 

While I fumbled with the packet, he just grabbed the waistband of my jeans, undid both button and zip and seconds later, my cacks were around my ankles and his lips were latched on to my dick, tongue swirling around my mushroom! He soon moved to licking my balls and I must have stopped then, mesmerised by either the sensations he was producing or by watching his smooth muscles undulating under his skin. Or both. 

'I put it on for you!' There was only the merest trace of irritation in his voice as he took the opened packet from me, rolled the durex onto my cock and squirted lube on to it. I looked down and could see a thread of glistening pre-cum dripping down enticingly from his uncut cock and when he turned around, I'd have sworn he was already gaping. Either he had been held in solitary confinement for about six months or he was utterly turned on by the thrill of casual sex!!!

He reached back, grabbed my stalk and pushed the head firmly against his pinkness and I sank into his warm channel. He gave not even the merest hint of discomfort and instead pushed back against me. His hands ceased stroking his cock and instead, his left reached around to my butt, trying to push me still further into him. He leaned over even more as l started to move gently in and out, my desire building up far too quickly as I watched my rod penetrate his ass, then withdraw almost totally again and again. He widened his stance slightly and then gave a squeal of pleasure: 

'Ah! Yes, just like that!! Only harder! Fuck harder! Omg! OMG!'

It didn't take a genius to work out that this was never going to be a long, drawn-out session but just then, the main door to the toilets banged open and what must have been three of four guys walked in, all fortunately chatting loudly in some language I failed to recognize. Fortunately because the noise they made covered the sounds of our fuck. But their appearance seemed to send him over the edge. He barely managed to stuff his tshirt into his mouth to stifle an ' Ughnnn!' and he erupted over the floor. Copiously. His ring pulsed around my rod and I then felt my release coat his insides, only just managing to muffle my own grunt.

After what seemed the longest piss ever, (and no hand-washing l noted disapprovingly!) the guys left, still discussing god knows what and thankfully oblivious to what had been going on two metres away from them.

'You got my prostrate just right! So quickly too!' He leant forward and gave me a delicate kiss on the cheek before sitting down on the pan and letting rip with the most obscene fart possible! 

'Sorry!' he grinned up at me, He really was utterly captivating and I sighed inwardly.

The entry of more voices stopped more conversation, and farts (!) and so I first wiped my softening cock before washing it when the bathroom was empty once again, all the while trying to observe him surreptitiously as he dressed. By the time I'd finished drying my hands, he was gone! No 'ciao', no 'have fun!', no nothing!!! 

'Well, what the fuck did you expect, you idiot!'

I yanked the door open a little too hard on the way out, equally conscious that my bad mood had returned and that I was once again talking to myself!!  I groaned! The TV monitor opposite stated EZ5457 Mykonos Cancelled.

An hour later, after a somewhat heated argument with a descendant of Attila the Hun who now worked for SleazyJet, I found myself switched on to the BA flight. I'd had to pay a fair whack extra for business class but, provided I could get my carcass to the gate in the next 10 mins, l was going at least!! I could see the check-in attendant from way off, flapping her arms animatedly in a bid to keep me running. The aeroplane door was closed after me so rapidly I swear I nearly caught the strap of my rucksack outside. 

I hadn't even made it to my seat in business before we were taxiing back:

'Oooh, you passengers! You'll be the death of me!' The voice came from a plump, middle-aged and unashamedly effeminate flight attendant who was beaming at me, loving every second of the drama!!

'Now lovey, you get yourself strapped in quick before Captain Marvel gives himself a double-hernia and Kevin here'll get you a drinky-poos after he's done the emergency drill!! You make sure you pay attention,  now!!' Kevin minced off down the aisle, closing tables as he went.

Stupidly, in the embarrassed rush to make it, I'd grabbed the aisle seat rather than the window seat and could only see a patch of tarmac as a result so instead, unlike 99% of the other passengers, I actually watched poor Kevin and earned a smile and a roll of the eyes from him in payment. 

Captain Marvel gently lifted the Airbus into the air, hopefully without even a single hernia and I whipped out my phone from my trouser pocket, noticing a slightly darker circle on the crotch of my pants.

The yellow Grindr icon sat mocking me from the notification bar and l forced myself to ignore it for a whole two seconds. I clicked on it. My heart jumped involuntarily when I saw it was three messages from him. 

'Name's Geoff!'

'I forgot to say you're really cute and that really was fun!'

The third was a pic of him scrunching his face up as if he'd bitten into the most sour of all lemons! Utterly cute! Utterly adorable! 

Kevin appeared at my side, quivering and reminding me for all the world of Caspar, The Friendly Ghost. For someone carrying a kilo or two more than his uniform was ideally stitched for, he was surprisingly silent on his feet.

'What would you like to drink, Sir?' He leaned forward conspiratorily. 'You get served first if you pay attention during the demo!'

His eyes dropped to my phone and let out an involuntary gasp: 'Oooh, now HE'S eye-candy worth missing a flight for!'

I laughed. 'You're not wrong there!' I said wistfully and keeping my eyes on Geoff's pic. 'I really think I messed up big-style.'

I looked up to add 'Gin and Tonic, please!' but instead only caught his ass waddling away and a vague 'Just got to check on something in Economy, Sir! Back in a jiffy!'

I sighed and lifted up the middle arm-rest to sidle across into the window seat, wanting to be just a little further away from other passengers to make it easier to feel sorry for myself. I looked out of the window, caught a two-second glimpse of Surrey's green fields and then we were enveloped in cloud and there was nothing to see anymore on the horizon. 'Hurry up with that gin for fuck's sake!' I thought as the photo of Geoff finally timed out and the screen went black.

'Here's your G&T, Sir!' 

I didn't even bother to turn my head, instead merely reaching out for the glass as Kevin placed it on my table with a dramatic flourish.

'Oh, and by the way, l suggested this gentleman move to the seat next to you ... I hope you don't mind?'

Only now did I look up to see Kevin beside himself with excitement and, standing next to him, Geoff.