I abhor air travel. It’s stressful, it’s crowded, it can be costly, and it’s just not fun. I hypocritically still use it because it’s the best option with few alternatives, but should the US get a light speed rail system in my time I’d heavily consider it a better alternative.
All of this runs through my mind every time I’m in line at security and my bags are checked. I make it through TSA and grab my shoes to put them back on, when my peripheral catches the glimpse of the hottest man I’d see in months get up from putting his shoes back on across the terminal. As others block my view passing by, once the view is clear, he’s gone and I’m left with a “what could have been” memory.
Picking up my bag, I wander to my gate, grabbing a water at the store, and getting to check-in kicking my feet up while I wait. A quarter hour passes and announcement is made that the flight will be delayed indefinitely, and as this was the last available flight of the day, free hotel compensation will be offered to all applicable. I groan and roll my eyes in annoyance and frustration, but as I need to get this flight, I take up the offer, get my free hotel, and head over there.
I get checked in, drop my bags off and lie on the bed for a few minutes before heading down to the hotel bar for a few drinks. As I grab my drink and look for a place to sit, my eyes scan the room and they fall upon the mystery man from before. He just so happens to pull his eyes off his phone for the moment and his eyes meet mine. We nod suggestively at one another and he moves his bag from the chair at his table and invites me to join him.
We introduce ourselves, I say “I’m Gordon”, he says “I’m James”, and we share our stories why we are where we are; this hotel and life in general. He works in IT and is traveling for a long weekend, and I chuckle that someone as attractive as him is traveling alone. He blushes and mentions he’s typically a solitary person and doesn’t date much and his job kind of takes up all of time. But he’s needed this trip for a few months. Feeing I’m impeding his free time, I try to leave him alone, but his hand lands on my thigh and puts me back into the chair. We smile and he says “let me get you another…”
We spent the next however long sharing stories and travel horror tales, and before we know it, the bartender is over-turning chairs at the nearby tables and we take it as a sign to clear out. With our latest drinks still full, we ask if we can take them with us and return the glasses in the morning, and the bartender gives us a “I couldn’t care less if I ever see those glasses again” shrug and we leave. We awkwardly extend the conversation as neither wants to end the night here, but I don’t want to miss another opportunity, so I ask if he wants to come back to my room to finish these off. He says “yeah!” and we make our way to the lobby elevator.
As we get on, I stumble and he catches me, and his hand begins to explore my chest, slipping it in between the open buttons. I allow it and pull his head in to taste him, and our mouths share a kiss, tongues dancing around one another. My free hand reaches behind him to feel his ass, an ass that is solid and feels like his jeans are containing the finest peach to ever be wrapped in denim. The elevator dings and opens to the hallway, we head to the room, quickly fling the door open, and place the “do not disturb” sign on the handle.
Before the door has closed, his shirt is off, his torso is naked before me, and I pause to take it all in. He’s smooth and his nipples are perky atop his pecs. His abs are defined and his pleasure trail drives the eyes precisely where it needs to. I wonder if all IT guys are built like this, it might be an untapped market! My thoughts quickly fade and I rush back to him, my tongue lapping his nipples and chest, his moaning and groaning emanating deeply from his throat. My hands finagle his belt and his slacks the floor and I his zipper is pulled down and I lower to my knees and slide his jeans down. Before my eyes are the skimpiest briefs containing the outline of one of the thickest cocks I’ve laid my eyes on to date.
As I playfully snap the waistband, he giggles and pulls my head into his crotch and I sniff his musk and my tongue finds his balls and licks them through the fabric, pre-cum outlining his cock’s head even more. My hands pull the back of his briefs down and release his ass, beginning to fondle his globes while licking his clothed member. I turn him around to tongue his hole briefly before he pulls his briefs off fully and his balls drop into view from behind. My hands find their way to the shaft and two hang downs while my mouth continues wetting his hole. He bends over 90* and his hole is now all out to explore and his hand is on my head keeping my in place.
Catching my breath, he pulls me up and drops to his knees pulling my pants off. I remove my shirt as he duplicates my actions and returns the favor(s), and my dick is springing out of my undies the moment he pulls them down. He takes my member into his mouth and slurps from top to base. I wish I had his girth, but I’m happy with my size, and he’s not complaining, so we’re both happy in this moment. Before I can warn him or even pull him off of me, my balls are shooting their loads down his throat and he’s sucking it all down with no issues.
He looks up at me, wipes his mouth and says “thanks for that”, but we’re not done. He picks me up and carries me to the bed, placing me down and the next motions are my legs in the air and his mouth tonguing my ass. Despite having just shot my load, my cock is already back on the rise and ready for whatever James is ready to give me. I hear the condom wrapper and line cap snap open and he slowly slides in to me, pacing himself, knowing what he’s packing.
I grunt a bit, biting the sheets in slight discomfort, but he’s considerate and takes him time. He’s finally at a pace that’s fluid and pleasing and his pumps are filling me just the way I’ve needed. Our eyes meet, smiles form across our faces, and we’re both expressing our enjoyment. As my comfort with his cock increases, I pull him in for a kiss and the angle seems to have been a blessing and a curse, as I immediately feel a sensation I haven’t felt in a long while and I make sure it doesn’t stop for as long as I can.
With beads of sweat forming, and the bed soaked from our love, we go with a few other positions until I’m atop James riding him, controlling his thrusts. He begins breathing shallow and that lets me know he’s close. I pull him out and wrap my hand around both our dicks, pumping them until they both shoot across his chest and even his neck. Panting we collapse and catch our breath before we lightly kiss and snuggle until the sun is rising.
In the morning, we say our goodbyes and go our separate ways, and as I rideshare to the airport, my phone gets message saying “thanks for last night, I hope to see you again. Fingers crossed for another ‘de-lay’! ” - James
I smile and reply back with “hopefully it’s not a long wait before then…”
All of this runs through my mind every time I’m in line at security and my bags are checked. I make it through TSA and grab my shoes to put them back on, when my peripheral catches the glimpse of the hottest man I’d see in months get up from putting his shoes back on across the terminal. As others block my view passing by, once the view is clear, he’s gone and I’m left with a “what could have been” memory.
Picking up my bag, I wander to my gate, grabbing a water at the store, and getting to check-in kicking my feet up while I wait. A quarter hour passes and announcement is made that the flight will be delayed indefinitely, and as this was the last available flight of the day, free hotel compensation will be offered to all applicable. I groan and roll my eyes in annoyance and frustration, but as I need to get this flight, I take up the offer, get my free hotel, and head over there.
I get checked in, drop my bags off and lie on the bed for a few minutes before heading down to the hotel bar for a few drinks. As I grab my drink and look for a place to sit, my eyes scan the room and they fall upon the mystery man from before. He just so happens to pull his eyes off his phone for the moment and his eyes meet mine. We nod suggestively at one another and he moves his bag from the chair at his table and invites me to join him.
We introduce ourselves, I say “I’m Gordon”, he says “I’m James”, and we share our stories why we are where we are; this hotel and life in general. He works in IT and is traveling for a long weekend, and I chuckle that someone as attractive as him is traveling alone. He blushes and mentions he’s typically a solitary person and doesn’t date much and his job kind of takes up all of time. But he’s needed this trip for a few months. Feeing I’m impeding his free time, I try to leave him alone, but his hand lands on my thigh and puts me back into the chair. We smile and he says “let me get you another…”
We spent the next however long sharing stories and travel horror tales, and before we know it, the bartender is over-turning chairs at the nearby tables and we take it as a sign to clear out. With our latest drinks still full, we ask if we can take them with us and return the glasses in the morning, and the bartender gives us a “I couldn’t care less if I ever see those glasses again” shrug and we leave. We awkwardly extend the conversation as neither wants to end the night here, but I don’t want to miss another opportunity, so I ask if he wants to come back to my room to finish these off. He says “yeah!” and we make our way to the lobby elevator.
As we get on, I stumble and he catches me, and his hand begins to explore my chest, slipping it in between the open buttons. I allow it and pull his head in to taste him, and our mouths share a kiss, tongues dancing around one another. My free hand reaches behind him to feel his ass, an ass that is solid and feels like his jeans are containing the finest peach to ever be wrapped in denim. The elevator dings and opens to the hallway, we head to the room, quickly fling the door open, and place the “do not disturb” sign on the handle.
Before the door has closed, his shirt is off, his torso is naked before me, and I pause to take it all in. He’s smooth and his nipples are perky atop his pecs. His abs are defined and his pleasure trail drives the eyes precisely where it needs to. I wonder if all IT guys are built like this, it might be an untapped market! My thoughts quickly fade and I rush back to him, my tongue lapping his nipples and chest, his moaning and groaning emanating deeply from his throat. My hands finagle his belt and his slacks the floor and I his zipper is pulled down and I lower to my knees and slide his jeans down. Before my eyes are the skimpiest briefs containing the outline of one of the thickest cocks I’ve laid my eyes on to date.
As I playfully snap the waistband, he giggles and pulls my head into his crotch and I sniff his musk and my tongue finds his balls and licks them through the fabric, pre-cum outlining his cock’s head even more. My hands pull the back of his briefs down and release his ass, beginning to fondle his globes while licking his clothed member. I turn him around to tongue his hole briefly before he pulls his briefs off fully and his balls drop into view from behind. My hands find their way to the shaft and two hang downs while my mouth continues wetting his hole. He bends over 90* and his hole is now all out to explore and his hand is on my head keeping my in place.
Catching my breath, he pulls me up and drops to his knees pulling my pants off. I remove my shirt as he duplicates my actions and returns the favor(s), and my dick is springing out of my undies the moment he pulls them down. He takes my member into his mouth and slurps from top to base. I wish I had his girth, but I’m happy with my size, and he’s not complaining, so we’re both happy in this moment. Before I can warn him or even pull him off of me, my balls are shooting their loads down his throat and he’s sucking it all down with no issues.
He looks up at me, wipes his mouth and says “thanks for that”, but we’re not done. He picks me up and carries me to the bed, placing me down and the next motions are my legs in the air and his mouth tonguing my ass. Despite having just shot my load, my cock is already back on the rise and ready for whatever James is ready to give me. I hear the condom wrapper and line cap snap open and he slowly slides in to me, pacing himself, knowing what he’s packing.
I grunt a bit, biting the sheets in slight discomfort, but he’s considerate and takes him time. He’s finally at a pace that’s fluid and pleasing and his pumps are filling me just the way I’ve needed. Our eyes meet, smiles form across our faces, and we’re both expressing our enjoyment. As my comfort with his cock increases, I pull him in for a kiss and the angle seems to have been a blessing and a curse, as I immediately feel a sensation I haven’t felt in a long while and I make sure it doesn’t stop for as long as I can.
With beads of sweat forming, and the bed soaked from our love, we go with a few other positions until I’m atop James riding him, controlling his thrusts. He begins breathing shallow and that lets me know he’s close. I pull him out and wrap my hand around both our dicks, pumping them until they both shoot across his chest and even his neck. Panting we collapse and catch our breath before we lightly kiss and snuggle until the sun is rising.
In the morning, we say our goodbyes and go our separate ways, and as I rideshare to the airport, my phone gets message saying “thanks for last night, I hope to see you again. Fingers crossed for another ‘de-lay’! ” - James
I smile and reply back with “hopefully it’s not a long wait before then…”
