Atlanta Layover
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This is a semi true story happened to me in my late 20s and opened up a whole new chapter in my life.
I am fucking hate the routing team, I am fucking hate Atlanta, when people imagine a job with a lot of international travel they never imagine getting into the airport in Atlanta at 1am with 6 hours to kill until your connecting flight. I'm tired, I'm bored, I've been traveling for 10 hours and I need food, a hot shower and sleep. All I'm going to get is a burger and enough booze to keep the edge of though, snatching up my case I wander over to the only open and badly lit bar jump on seat and let out a sigh. Back when this happened I was 6"1 and 11st, not ripped by any means but well-built carrying decent muscle. Blue/gray eyes and browny blond hair with a just shy of 6" uncut dick that was thick enough to leave my gf sore.
I ordered a burger and a beer, pausing for all of 3 seconds before I asked for a large scotch as well, tired, eyes down I barely noticed the barman until he put my drinks in front of me and asked about my next flight.
"You waiting for a plain or a ride?
I was deeply in denial back then, a gf at home and another in Tokyo but I still couldn't help but notice my barman was kinda cute,5"8. Brown eyes, scruffy black hair, swimmer toned legs and ass that his uniform trousers clung to perfectly, full plump red lips and the cutest dimples when he smiled, which was now as he was grinning at my obvious moment of confusion as I snapped out of my reverie. The name tag said Hunter.
"Oh um, plane, well a plane in six hours, I'm kinda stuck here"
He grinned again, the smile reaching all the way up to his eyes showing off those killer dimples again.
"Well, seeing as you're the only one here you can always take a nap in the booth at the back"
He motioned with his head to a dimly lit section at the back of the restaurant on the way to the kitchen and the customer bathroom with a booth almost hidden in the corner shadows.
"Thanks buddy" I motioned to my whiskey glass. "Pour one for yourself"
That smile was seriously starting to crack my denial just a little bit and I couldn't help but look into his doe brown eyes and smile back.
"Only 18 sir, not old enough to drink"
I couldn't help but laugh at being called sir, I was 26 and still thought of myself as a kid.
"Sorry I'm English, I forget the rules are different here"
That smile again, only this time with a slight gleam in his eye and the tip of his lounge wetting his lip before a barely perceptible bite.
"I know, I like your accent, always thought it was kinda hot"
A million lascivious thoughts instantly running through my head, mostly centered around those wet red lips and my instantly semi hard cock, wracking my brain for the right mix of funny and flirty the moment is almost instantly ruined by a loud braying voice from the other side of the bar asking if the place was open. I mentally curse my bad luck and audibly let out a sigh as Hunter turns to greet the new guests, a seriously overweight couple hollering for food and drinks dressed head to toe in sports gear. My eyes have a mind of their own and track down to watch hunter walk away, the material of his uniform pants clinging perfectly to a small tight pert ass. I enjoy every second of the view as he stops for a second to pull a Coke from a floor level fridge, it's all I can do to stop myself rising out of my seat to get a better view. Hunter stands and my heart skips a beat and crashes as our eyes meet in the mirror opposit, and he shoots me a pissed off look. Figuring he's straight and pissed at my obvious dose perfect devouring of his ass with my eyes I stand, grab my bag and slink back to the booth at the back. I'm a little buzzed from the beer and whiskey and as I slip into the booth I can't help but reach down and give my still slightly hard dick a couple of strokes as I admire hunters Silhouette in the light from the bar. Long distance travel is another kind of tiring with the sudden dose of booze and carbs sleep comes quickly, I recline into the booth and disappear into a dreamless pit.
I wake with a start, a bang still ringing in my ears dredging my consciousness up from the pit to unfamiliar surroundings and the fleeting enticing memory of Hunters bent over ass tight against his uniform. I register my surroundings the dim light and faint smell of fried food and airport atmosphere. It's later now I've slept nearly 2 hours and I scan the bar quickly for Hunter, an eagerness like a puppy waiting for someone to home, ignoring the subconscious disappointment when I can't find him, denial was a wonderful thing. As the moment passes I realize two things in quick succession, my dick is as hard as a rock and I desperately need to take a piss. I lurch from the booth adjusting the bulge in my suite trousers and stagger towards the bathroom door leaving the empty bar behind me. The lights in the bathroom are also dim like the bar and I'm unbuckling my belt and pulling my mostly hard dick out of my boxers as I walk I swear to god I needed to piss so bad the first splash hit the urinal when I was 3 feet away. I threw my head back and closed my eyes and moaned long and deep as the pressure in my bladder was finally released. I moaned again deeply as I pushed out the last few drops and shook my dick dry. The giggle behind me nearly felled me with a heart attack right then, I spun on my heel fists clenching and was met with hunters adorable smile once again. He was leaning against the wall behind me staring straight into my eyes, obviously just finished pissing but still with his uniform trousers open showing just a hint of the white boxers underneath.
"christ you nearly scared me to death, I must have walked straight past you in the dark"
"yeah, I've never heard someone enjoy a piss so much, I wondered why you followed me in here"
"oh I um, I didn't, I just you must have woken me up with the door I really needed a piss"
I was blushing and I could feel it rising up my neck, I was suddenly conscious of the fact I was still standing with my now half hard dick on display and confused by the earlier angry look.
"I thought you were enjoying the show until fat and fatter ruined it"
With this for the first time since we spoke he broke eye contact, slowly sliding his eyes down my chest over my stomach until he was staring straight at my dick. I'd never had another man look at me like that before, I felt scared, embarrassed and more turned on than I'd ever felt in my life, I could feel myself getting harder looking at his smirk, it was a tipping point for me, part of me was screaming to leave, walk out the door catch my flight and forget this ever happened. I took a step forward to walk away, my hand reaching down to hide my hard dick, he stepped forward to, his lips landing on my jaw gently kissing my 2 day stubble and as I freeze feeling how soft those lips actually are his hand gently wraps round my hard dick. From that moment I'm lost, my job, my flight, my girlfriends are forgotten in a second as I moan again, deeper and longer, sliding my hand up to his face, so I can pull him round and kiss those perfect lips for the first time.
He tastes of cherry coke and his lips close over mine with the softest the firmest kiss in my life at that point. His grip tightened on my dick and I moan again as his tongue slides into my mouth. Suddenly I'm sliding my hands round his waist, pulling down his trousers, so I can feel his tight soft warm ass, I pull him close, kissing more aggressively gasping when I feel his rock hard dick grinding into my inner thigh, I gasp and look down, my hard dick is twitching in his hand leaving a damp patch on his white boxer briefs and suddenly I'm fumbling at the waistband like a horny 13yo again trying to get into my first pair of panties. We kiss again, I finally get his dick out of his boxers and into my shaking hands, it's bigger than mine but not as thick, I remember thinking at the time it was beautiful, cut and sexy, filling my hand about 6.5 long and I've never wanted anything so much in my life. His dark pubes we're cropped close and it gave him a younger look. I wrapped my hand round us both, stroking them together, amazing at how different it felt to be holding a dick that wasn't mine for the first time. We kissed again, harder more animistic, his hands moving and undoing my shirt, breaking two buttons as I feel my fingers start to get wet and sticky from our pooling precum. He's pushing me now, as my shirt slides fully open to reveal my chest and flat stomach, still pushing me his fingers run through the hair on my chest, tugging slightly making me moan.
As the sink hits my ass I put my hands back to stop from tripping, and we break our kiss. Hunter pulls back, licking and sucking my neck flicking his lounge once over the tip of my nose before kissing down my chest and gently biting my nipple. Every time I felt his tongue or his teeth my dick twitched and I had to stifle a moan. If I live forever the memory of looking into those doe brown eyes as I watched my dick slowly slide between those soft red lips will never fade. Hunter had skills, gently sucking my dick with his tongue swirling and lapping at the sensitive head of my cock, I couldn't take my eyes off him, it felt like he was staring into my soul as he slowly deepthroated me then pulled my dick all the way out, kissing down the shaft to gentle lap and suck my balls while my wet gleaming cock left a sticky mess on his dimples. I was never going to last long, somewhere between my moans and whimpers I managed to let hunter know I was close, as soon as those lips slipped over my dick I was cumming, panting and moaning thrusting my dick into his mouth blowing the biggest load I've shot before or since I shot and just didn't stop, spurt after spurt filling his mouth with an orgasm that curled my toes and made my heart pound. My legs weak I was mewling like a kitten as his tongue lapped at my head milking every drop from me. Spent and panting I looked down again, the cute angel replaced in a moment with a sexy devil as he opened his mouth giving me a glimpse of my load as his pink tongue slipped out for a second to lick my cum from his lips. I watched every muscle in his throat as he swallowed I couldn't stop myself, picking him up diving in to kiss the lips I'd filled seconds earlier.
Before that day the thought of tasting my own cum on some guys lips as he pushed his tongue into my mouth would have made me panicked and disgusted but At that moment it felt like all I ever wanted to do. I grabbed his dick and stroked it maybe twice before he came, thick ropes of hot wet seen splashing over my fingers and wrist with most of it landing on and in my briefs. That moment, panting like dogs, the smell of sex and men, it hit me suddenly, I'd just had sex with a guy. Looking down, our softening cocks, holding up my hand still covered in cum I felt a sudden pang of guilt and revulsion, a pang that disappeared the moment Hunter grabbed my wrist and slowly sucked his cum from my fingers, like a new owner offering a treat to a wary dog he pushed my finger with the last drops of cum to my lips, the first time I tasted another guy, it tasted like Hunter, it tasted amazing.
I couldn't take my eyes off him while we cleaned up, wiping his cum up with my boxers, resisting the urge to lap and suck at every drop, he grabbed my wrist when I made a pass to throw them in the trash, folding them dry side up and slipping them into his back pocket.
"Thanks for the tip" we kissed, one last time, cherry Coke and teenage cum, I walked out of the bathroom, picked up my bag and left for my gate.
Another day, another late night flight, a bar at 2am, doe eyes and pink lips twisting into a grin showing the cutest dimples as I walk through the door.
"I am fucking love the routing team, I am fucking love Atlanta"