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ST: Airport Jon 1/1 Mmm dad/boy oral anal
Airport Jon
by Jon Hold
jonhold@earthlink.net
I recently went back East for a reunion. Returning I got stuck in the Minneapolis Airport for a three and a half hour layover. I was deposited outdoors in freezing weather in an airport wheelchair to smoke and enjoy the local traffic and smog. People came and went. We talked and shared like strangers do when forced together by necessity. The only person that actually interested me was a young stud in his early twenty's. Twenty-two, maybe twenty-three. Six foot and well built, not from working in a gym but with the firm, solid muscle of a young man with plenty of testosterone. An eighth of an inch or more of straight, bristly reddish-brown beard masked his face and turned his handsomeness into something very sexual. I sighed inside and wished that I had known someone like him when I was younger and more sexually acceptable. Fat old men in wheelchairs don't often get laid, at least not by virile young strangers.
Feeling pressure from my diuretic, I wheeled myself out of the smoking shelter and headed inside. I hadn't gotten very far when the young man came up behind me and put his hands on the wheelchair handles. "Can I help you get somewhere?"
"Nah. That's okay. I just need to go take a leak."
"Me too! I'll wheel you to the restroom. It's no problem."
He started pushing my wheelchair and I just smiled, relaxed and said 'Thanks'. I had a suspicion, a weak hope, that a three and a half hour layover might not be long enough.
The boy wheeled me to the Family/Handicapped restroom and then directly into the large handicapped stall at the back of the room. We were the only people there.
"Uhhh," the boy said somewhat nervously, "Look. I don't want to embarrass you or anything, but I never got a chance to help my dad after his heart attack and I'd really like a chance to learn how to help a disabled older man. Would you please teach me to help you, Sir?"
I'm really not all that disabled. I can take care of myself pretty well. But then, it's not all that often that good looking kids want to help me. And, really! It'd be churlish of me to turn the kid down. Wouldn't it? Besides, I was two thousand miles from home and I'd be gone in a couple of hours. What the hell! "You don't mind helping a fat old man, son?"
Sunshine spread across the boys face. "O' no, Sir. It would be a privilege to help you, Sir."
My hopes rose as my imagination filled in the blanks about were this boy wanted to take this. I decided to go for it and give the boy what he seemed to want. "Okay! Park the chair right in front of the toilet. No. A little further back. That's right. Now, come around in front of me. Yeah, like that. Now bend your knees and slide your arms under mine and grasp them behind my back. That's right. Nice solid hold. Don't try to lift me, I'm too heavy for that. Just help me balance and take some of the weight off. Yeah! Keep your back straight and push up with your knees. Good. Good!
"Now help me turn around so my butt's towards the shitter. Good! That's right." The kid got the idea right away. To assist without trying to take over. "Now, I'll hold onto your shoulders for balance while you take my jacket off and hang it up. That's right. Now slip my suspenders off over my shoulders and drop my pants." He did as instructed, his hands trembling a bit, with excitement I thought. Surprise spread across his face and I laughed. "Nothing to be shocked at, Son. I haven't worn underpants since I was a kid."
Nervous laughter preceded some furtive glances. I ruffled his close-cropped hair. "Go ahead and take a good look, Son. You'll see why you never want to get fat. Half my Daddy dick gets lost in the Poppa blubber." The kid blushed bright red, but scoped me out pretty closely. "It looks pretty good to me, Daddy." he half mumbled.
I patted his cheek in approval and took things a step further. "Now, put your arms back around my back. Yeah, just like that!" I could feel the smooth strength of his warm young arms through my light shirt and the heat of his hard body all across my front. I was boning up with the feel and smell of his young manhood. He smelled yummy and I wanted to lick his whole body. "Okay. Good! Now carefully help me down onto the pot."
We did real good right up to the end and then we lost balance and I fell the last inch or so to the toilet seat with my arms full of hot young manhood. We both laughed and I helped him stand back up. He looked down between my legs and surprise made him blurt out, "Daddy! You've got a woody!"
I laughed happily, "Yeah. Sometimes that happens when Daddy's handsome son gets so close to him."
The boy blushed bright red and gulped, but didn't take his eyes off my crotch. I kept my hold on his waist and asked him to push my boner down into the bowl so that I didn't pee all over the floor. Still blushing, but eager, the nervous young man reached down and sort of fondled my whang as he manipulated it down into the bowl. It kept trying to spring back up so he held it down as I started to pee. I pee'd and ran my hands up and down his lean sides and then kissed him on the cheek and then directly on his pouty, lust-swollen lips. Dry, daddy sort of kisses that made him blush even more --- even as he moaned in delight.
When I got done peeing my dick was mostly limp again and the boy stood back up. Unfastening his button up Levi's he pushed them and his tight white Jockey shorts down to mid-thigh, "I've got to pee now, Daddy!" Exposed in front of me was the prettiest set of cock and balls I'd seen in a LONG time. Not overly large, they were just perfect for his tight, hard body and sandy-blonde pubes. A tight bag of perfectly shaped balls, just about a mouthful I estimated, held up a stubby bit of circumcised manflesh that looked perfectly capable of swelling into a more than adequate mantool. My mouth watered a bit as he took hold of himself and pointed his business end down between my legs.
I scooted back on the elongated toilet seat a bit and the kid leaned forward and put his hand on my shoulder for support. With a quiet moan of pleasure he cut loose with a steamy yellow stream that splashed nosily into the water down below my parted thighs. I tilted my head back and he gave me a wet, tongue-filled kiss as he continued to pee down between my legs. My hands wandered across his smooth, hard belly and then his equally hard chest to find and test the twin nubbins of what I discovered to be highly sensitive boyflesh. All it took was the flat end of a finger pressing against each immature pap and rubbing small circles into the slightly sweaty flesh to set the boy off. Moaning into my mouth, he squatted down to bring his tits closer to me, incidently forcing his tongue even further down my throat. His tongue was long and agile and I delighted in sucking on it even as I first pinched his tits in an openly sexual way. He moaned and temporarily lost control of his stream, splashing a bit against the toilet seat and then my pubes as he tried to recover. I moaned in obvious pleasure as his solid stream splattered against my cock and balls. He took the hint --- and my lower lip between his teeth to hold me in place as he squatted even further and purposely pissed into my pubes, down the creases between my thighs and scrotum, all over my resurgent cock and swelling balls.
The heat of his stream increased even as the stream itself dwindled and died. He jammed his pubes into my big belly and rubbed against me. His mouth opened and his head flew back, jamming his pubes even harder against me as my forefingers and thumbs cruelty pressured, pulled and rolled his now completely sensitive nubbins, driving his hard body into rigid contractions against my softer flesh. I released his tits so fast that they started aching from the sudden release even as my fevered hands traveled down his sides, across his back and down where each could grab a hard buttcheek and pull him against me as I buried my face in the ripples of his corded six-pack. I couldn't believe how this youngster was reacting to a fat old man, but I gloried in it and took every advantage I could.
Unable to take any more, the boy tried to stand. A single golden drop glistened from the pouting lips of a six, maybe six and one-half inch prod of young manhood. My grip relaxed briefly as my fingers dove deep into the crack of his ass, middle fingers pushing against his tender hole before I renewed my grip and helped support the boy as my mouth reached and I buried my face in his warm, rich-smelling fuzzy pubes. His back arched and he quivered all over as I swallowed him to the root in one fell swoop. I kneaded his hard-muscled ass with my powerful fingers [hey, I spend hours typing these stories to share with you guys] as I pounded my forehead against his rigid belly. He responded by grabbing hold of my head and face-fucking me in a frenzy. I helped him all I could, even to the point of jamming both forefingers up his tight poop-chute as he started spraying my mouth with the first cum I'd tasted in years. It was delicious beyond anything I could remember, and listening to the boy say, "Daddy. O' Daddy!" over and over as he fed me the finest produce of his loins added a richness and depth to the flavor and lumpy texture that reached beyond anything in my memory. Tears filled my eyes even as joy and great happiness filled my soul. Tears that missed my chance to have a son. Tears that regretted what might have been. Tears of sorrow mixed with the tears of joy for what actually was.
Tears covered the face of the boy sitting in my lap, held strongly in my arms against my soft warmth. I gradually elicited from him that he and his older brother had, up to this afternoon, had a mutually exclusive relationship that his lust for me as a Daddy image had now destroyed. My quiet laughter at his dilemma upset him greatly and I had trouble getting him to hold still so I could explain. He ended up across my knees getting his tight little ass spanked before he settled down a listened to my explanation. He had put neither himself nor his brother at risk. Their mutual exclusiveness had protected them and my total lack of any sex partner since long before the Aids problem provided them, and me, with equal protection. As I explained my isolated lifestyle and the reasons for it I could feel the boy relax as he came to believe me. He started playing with my big belly and tits as he sat in my lap and listened, then kissed me and apologized for his behavior. I kissed him back and fondled him and told him he had no reason to apologize. That he was just trying to protect his brother and that was a wonderful thing.
His playing got serious and he was standing up proud from his own lap as he worked my tits over. I play with my own tits all the time when masturbating and told him to go for it. That I loved tit work and that there was no way he was going to hurt me. I almost regretted saying that as his strong young fingers really went to work on my rapidly swelling tits. He probably weighed in between 140 and 160 while I'm more like 350. He really had a thing for me being the Daddy and I had NO problem with him as a son. Regardless, there was no question as to who was the top and who wanted to be the bottom. He was very definitely in charge as he got me up leaning over the commode so he could get on my back. I have a good selection of dildo's that I use to keep my asshole happy and they are all bigger than that boy. I'm here to tell you that nothing had felt so wonderful in years as when he bit the back of my neck and penetrated me. I went sort of crazy when he started humping me. Between the two of us trying to outfuck each other we were making some wonderfully nasty sounds as we strove to outdo each other. It's a damn good thing so few people ever use the family / handicapped bathrooms because neither of us was holding back at all and I don't think we would have noticed anyone walking in on us, and I'm positive they'd have known instantly that we were in full rut.
He damn near drew blood from the back of my neck as he spanked my fat ass and shot me full of his hot load. This kid had just shot more cum into my mouth than any two other men I'd ever been with and he was shooting as much or more this time as well. In no time my ass was a sloppy, slick mess and he just kept right on fucking me until he'd cum a third time up my ass while I shot down into the toilet.
The boy was sitting in my naked lap again, contentedly nursing on one of my big tits when a voice called from the main doorway, "Tommy?"
"In here, Darren!" he called as he reached over and unlocked the door to the stall.
A taller, older, more whipcord version of himself, maybe twenty-four or five walked into the stall and it took some fast explaining to keep him calm. Sort of gruffly he told his younger brother that it was time for their flight and, looking at my watch, I realized that it was about time for mine as well. The two of them worked together getting me dressed and into the wheelchair again. They acted as my escorts which got all three of us through the security check much more quickly than is usually possible. It was only when I told them which loading bay I needed to get to that we realized that all three of us were headed for the same destination.
Tommy and his older brother Darren have had me in their bed since then and, if anything, Darren fucks better than his brother does and both love to have me suck them while the other is fucking my ass. Personally, I love whatever they want. Darren has accepted my previously celibate state and they are working on their mutual need for a Daddy in their lives. Me? I'm trying to give them the space they need to work things out, but I've found the sons I've always craved and I pray that they decide they need me to be their Daddy. Already, in my heart, they ARE my sons.
END
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