Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Airport Layover

I forget how it started. I mean, I don't know what got me horny. It doesn't take much. My boyfriend and I were bored at an airport hotel coming back from our visit with family in Chicago. We were just cuddling on the bed watching TV. Maybe there was a sex scene in the movie. I can't remember. I'm easily inspired. So I started making out with my boyfriend, but he was clearly not horny. My kisses and caresses were not being reciprocated with much enthusiasm.

So of course, when he said he was going to shower I loaded up Scruff to see who was around. I wasn't expecting to find much, other than some inspiration to jerk off over later, and was surprised when I almost immediately received a message.

The guys location said 0 feet. I immediately assumed he must be at the hotel. His photo showed a very attractive preppy guy who looked to be in his late twenties.

Him: Horny?

Me: Yeah.

Him: Looking?

Me: Not really. BF is here.

Him: Into? Top?

I was about to reply that I usually bottom, when I thought about how I really never get to fuck anybody anymore. With my boyfriend being a 100% top and me usually in the mood to be dominated, it had been a long time since I'd stuck my cock in anybody. In fact, I couldn't remember the last time I fucked somebody.

Me: Vers

I heard the shower turn on and we continued chatting. It turned out he was a flight attendant staying at the same hotel. We swapped pics. His ass pics had me raging hard. A fucking gorgeous puckered hole framed in a jock. His response to my dick pics was immediate.

Him: Come to my room. We can be quick.

I protested. There wouldn't be enough time. The truth was I was already shifting gears from making smart decisions with my brain to dumb decisions with my cock. I'd been chatting with him while watching guys fuck on xtube and was tugging on my balls with one hand. Watching the porn I started thinking again about how guys are born to bury their bone and I hadn't buried mine in awhile.

When he said his room number, which was on the same floor, I took it as a sign. I told him we had to be quick. I grabbed a condom and lube from my bag and slipped quietly out the door. My heart was racing as I walked down the hall, if not from the risky scenario then from the fact I had a wet spot on my jogging pants from our dirty chat. Would my boyfriend notice I was missing? I could always say I went to find the vending machines.

I knocked and the guy opened immediately. His picture was accurate. He must have just come out of the shower as he was only wrapped in a towel. He let me in and was pretty much on his knees before the door had fully closed behind me, tugging my jogging pants down releasing my precum leaking, raging cock.

Fuck. I've tried to describe enthusiastic blowjobs before, but this guy was clearly fucking horny and craving cock. Spitting on my dick, deepthroating, working my balls. When his mouth wasn't full he was laying on the dirty talk, saying things like 'Man, your cock is so big. You taste so good. I want this big prick in my ass." I could see his airline uniform laying on the edge of the bed. Fuck, we hadn't even made it to the bed.

I had to slow him down to stop  from cumming. I'd been in the room only a minute or two. I didn't have much time but he had me in the mindset to fuck. Watching this cute guy I didn't know go to town on my cock was fucking awesome and my dick was glistening with saliva and precum. His towel had fallen and he was stroking his own huge cock which looked uncomfortably hard.

I pulled his head off my dick and told him I wanted to fuck him. He stood up and turned towards the wall while I took the condom out. I was still ripping it open as he spit on my dick and started guiding it towards his ass. I really wasn't thinking with my head, just how good it would feel to fuck this guy bare and he was clearly flagging me in. I dropped the condom and pushed him up against the wall. Spitting in my hand, I lubed up his hole and pressed the head of my dick against his hole. He moaned and put his hands on my sweaty ass cheeks, pushing me into him. Pants still around my ankles, I pushed into him. The feeling of his hot, tight hole enveloping my shaft was mind-blowing. Why didn't I fuck more? So hot, soft and welcoming. He moaned and pushed me all the way in, balls deep, into his ass.

We fucked. Up against the wall. It was rough. Loud. Sweaty. I held him down and jerked him off while I pounded his hole. He was taking hits of poppers (where the fuck did they come from?) and backing up aggressively on my cock.  I shot my load as deep as it would go and felt his hole expand and contract as he shot his massive load on the wall. It felt awesome filling this guy with my seed and he whimpered as we pressed our heaving bodies together, out of breath. Then he bent over and cleaned off my dick with his mouth.

I was out of breath as I left but still managed to get back while my boyfriend was still in the shower. I was actually in a much better mood for the rest of the night.