Layover

by Brent The nature of my business keeps me traveling a lot. I often find myself stuck in some lame airport bar for a few hours and have learned to make the most of it by finding a diversion. My favorite diversion is to find a guy who’s willing to drop a hot load down my willing throat. On one recent trip, I made quite a catch. While on a two-hour layover, I took my usual barstool at the airport bar. Not long after I arrived, a hunky pilot exhibiting a fine package walked in and took the stool next to mine. He ordered a soda (pilots can’t drink before flying, but can get blowjobs, thankfully), and proceeded to make some small chit-chat with me. After five minutes of the usual “guy” bullshit chat, he started to confide that he was having a bad day. The night before, he’d been set up on a date that hadn’t gone well. He’d been assured the “chick” was an “easy score,” but he didn’t manage to make it to first base. “Fuckin $90 bucks for wine and dinner and she doesn’t even fucking let me see her tits,” he went on. “The bitch could of at least given me a fuckin blow-job or something.” “Damn straight,” I replied, realizing the conversation was going in a good direction. “Sounds like it was the old ‘four fingers’ for you last night?,” I sheepishly questioned. “Nah. I was too pissed to jerk off,” he snapped. “Wish I would’ve though ­ my fucking nuts feel like their gonna pop and now I gotta do a 6 hour flight.” “Sounds like you need to do something about that, man.” “Yeah, no shit. Any ideas?” Not two minutes later, we’re in the men’s bathroom of the airport bar (empty, thankfully); I’m on my knees and unzipping his pants. “I only got 10 minutes, man.” “Not a problem, dude,” I assured him as I released his fucktool to me. A big 8” cock with a long, thick, veiney shaft and a monstrous purple head launched toward me. Below was a massive set of buffalo balls, swelling to a rosy red. I lightly began to tongue and suck his balls as I ran my hands up under his shirt, over his belly, and caressed and massaged his manly, hairy pecs. Slowly, I began to take his balls into my mouth, one at a time, until his entire ball-sack filled my mouth. “Fuck,” he moaned, “nobody’s ever been able to take all of that at once.” I continued to suck and tongue his balls gently, as I rolled them over my tongue. After he had as much as he could take, I released his balls from my mouth and began to move my tongue up and down his engorging shaft. I lightly flicked my tongue just at the base of his cockhead and watched his dick dance to each flick of my tongue. Slowly, I encircled his cockhead with savoring licks, like an ice cream cone, and began to take his cockhead slowly into my mouth. With a quick thrust, I downed his cock far into my mouth, taking it deep into my throat as my face mashed against his pubes, trying to force every inch of his 8” fucktool inside me. I placed my hands against his ass and rhythmically guided his body back and forth as he fucked my face. “Damn, you feel good, dude,” he kept repeating. As I ran my lips up and down his engorged shaft, I tongued the underside of his cockhead and shaft with each stroke. While sucking the living shit out of his dick, I gently massaged his balls, pulling and tugging until I felt them rising close to his body, eagerly anticipating a blast of cum. By now he was having trouble holding back. I knew he was feeling that all-so-pleasurable feeling of his ball juice rising within him. While on the edge, I brought him closer and closer to his golden moment by sliding my tight mouth rhythmically up and down his shaft. “Fuckin-A, I’m getting close, dude,” he screamed. Soon, his cock began to throb. He moaned loudly as a giant orgasm arose within. With a fierce blast, pleasure ripped through him as his hot cum shot hard and fast against the back of my throat. A series of loud grunts filled the bathroom. His cock continued to pulse and throb as shot after shot of his juicy, sweet cum filled my mouth. I swirled that ball batter around his cock and then begin to take it all - swallowing and savoring every last drop. I continued to gently suck every bit of cum from his now sensitive cock, allowing him to go limp in my mouth. His body began to relax as he went weak in the knees. Gently, I released his cock from my attentive mouth as one thought filled my mind: HOLY FUCK, THAT WAS GOOD!! “Fuck, dude. That was amazing.” He managed to say while whipping the sweat from his brow. “I gotta run, but here’s my card. Let’s do this again.” He stuffed his still-glistening cock back in his pants and zipped up quickly. And that was it . . . he was off to his 6 hour flight. And, would you believe I lost his damn business card? I’m such a dumbass. If you’re a pilot, and recognize yourself in the above encounter, shoot me an e-mail: nomdefla@yahoo.com - we need to hook up again.