For nearly two hours we had not moved and I was starting to get the sinking feeling that my flight was going to be cancelled. I was conveniently seated in between a rather large man on my right and a somewhat portly woman on my left. If it hadn't been for the fact that I was slender we would have all had our body rolls over-lapping each other.
The world outside the small window over the woman's lap was dark and misty. There were also small splatters of rain that were still left on the glass. Our flight was supposed to have taken off at 7:30 and it was now nearly 9:30. Sure enough it didn't take more than another 10 minutes before a voice came over the intercom announcing that the flight was being cancelled due to technical problems on the plane and we would have to be re-routed.
The sound of moans and frustrated voices filled the cabin and we were taxied back to a terminal. I was one of many who took out my cell phone and called my wife to let her know that I wasn't making it home tonight. Understanding, but disappointed, she quickly ran me through the events of her night up to that point as I mindlessly listened while trying to figure out what I was going to do to get another flight.
At last we came to a stop and the sound of overhead compartments being opened echoed down the aisles. I was near the back and didn't bother getting up knowing that it was going to be at least another 10 minutes before I would be able to move.
When the time finally came for me to begin pushing my way off the plane I grabbed my back from overhead and joined the herd of people as they moved toward the exit. I noticed the young stewardess that had been serving the passengers ahead of me. She had a short skirt on and nice legs. She would have been nicer to look at going up and down the aisles than the old grandma who was servicing my section.
I reached the exit and saw the pilot and co-pilot apologizing to everyone as they passed by. As I passed by the pilot looked at me with a regretful grimace and gave me the same apology as everyone else.
The next 30 minutes were spent trying to see if there was a red eye flight leaving to Denver that I could still hop on, but it was all useless. By the time the airline had set me up with a room for the night and I had gotten my flight set up for the next morning it was nearly 11:30, and I was more than a little frustrated at the airline.
On my way down to the streets I stopped at the airport bar to grab a drink before I grabbed the shuttle to the airport hotel. "A jack and coke," I said to the bartender and took a seat.
"Make that two," said a man's voice from behind me. I didn't turn around even though the voice sounded uncomfortably close to me. And I was slightly annoyed that the man took the seat right next to me even though the entire bar was pretty much open. I felt like having a little personal space as I wallowed in my bad luck. It wasn't more than a few seconds before I heard the man's voice again, this time directed at me. "You were on flight 217?"
"Yeah, I was," I responded as I looked over at the man. I saw the blue of his jacket and brass buttons before I saw his face and realized this was the pilot from my flight. "And you're the guy who won me my free hotel room tonight."
He smiled and I could see that he had a friendly demeanor. "Damn over regulations on these airlines. It would have taken 15 minutes to fix the problem, but there's not a qualified union member here who can fix the fuel line that was leaking, so they cancelled the whole flight. I could've gone down and fixed it, but I'm not certified to do that job so...." He shrugged his shoulders in a hopeless gesture.
Our drinks showed up at the end of his small rant and I drank down half of mine in an instant. It was nice to feel the slight burn as it ran down my throat and I was eager to feel its effects and take the edge off from the evening.
The pilot began to tell me a story about a delayed flight that left everyone on the runway for nearly 3 hours and he had a woman on board that had the flu. I could tell he was making an effort to show me that it could have been worse and I responded congenially. After that he made a reference to the movie `Airplane!' and I couldn't help but laugh since it was one of my favorite 80s movies.
He told me his name was Ted and gave me a brief history of his experiences as a pilot. He was about 10 years older than me, in his early to mid 40s with a few streaks of silver on the sides of his head.
We sat and talked for about 15 minutes and I told him I needed to catch the shuttle and head over to my hotel. "Are you staying at the Eagleton?" He asked me.
"Yeah, I am. It's supposed to be about 5 minutes away, but the shuttle only comes every 30 minutes, so I don't want to miss the next one."
"I tell you what. If you don't tell anyone you can ride with me. Pilots get free taxis to the airport hotel and there's always one waiting."
"Well, I can't say no to that." I said and we made our way to the front door and out to the street. Ted hailed the taxi and it drove right over to us. He opened the door for me as I climbed in then climbed in behind me.
I sat back and looked out the window for a moment. I could feel the Jack Daniels starting to relax me a little bit more and getting a free ride was at least a start to making up for having to stay stranded at my layover. Ted told me that he only liked two things about this airport. The 24 hour pizzeria and the beds. "This is the only cheap hotel I know of that has comfortable beds." He paused for a second and looked over at me, "Hey Matt, why don't you let me buy you a slice of pizza before we turn in. It's the least I can do for you." There was a moment when he looked at me. It was something in the way he said it was the least he could do for me that made me think that he would be willing to do more. His eyes caught mine for a moment and I knew one of us should have looked away, but neither one of us did. It only lasted a brief moment but I suddenly noticed his piercing blue eyes and square jaw line. I noticed that he had a broad build and muscular shoulders. Then his eyes broke from mine and he smiled as if he had revealed too much.
"I don't know," I said, "my flight leaves at 8:00 tomorrow morning and I need to get back to work tomorrow." Part of me couldn't wait until we reached the hotel so I could briskly walk away and check into my room, but another part of me seemed to fill my head with static and kept me from thinking clearly.
"Come on," he said, "I insist."
"No really Ted, I..." but I couldn't really tell for a moment why I couldn't. I knew that the context of our meeting was changed in the instant he had given me that look. He wasn't just asking me to go grab pizza with him; he was asking me to dinner with him. "I need to," again he caught me with a stare from his eyes and made my breath catch short. I felt my hands go numb for a second. Again, those blue eyes. I could see in that moment why women would find him attractive...no, that wasn't true. I could see why I found him attractive. His confident smile with those full strong lips. His muscular build and clean cut look. I was lost in his face for a moment and probably looked like an idiot.
"You'll probably never be here again," He said and gave a wink at me, "and you'll regret it if you don't at least give it a try."
We pulled up at the hotel and there on the outside I saw the neon `24 hour pizza' sign on a small restaurant attached to the hotel. Ted opened the door to the restaurant and I could now feel the change in relationship between us from when we were having drinks in the airport to now. In his mind I was now on a date with him. No, in my mind I was on a date with him. He had asked me out, and I had accepted. We had both known what he was asking me, and I had accepted. He walked in behind me and he touched my lower back as he passed me up to the front counter. His touch excited me. I was his date... His date.
The thought kept going through my mind as my legs felt weak, and my heart kept beating so hard I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hear anything else around me. "Sit here and I'll grab us a couple of slices and some beers." he said and his smile and bright eyes now showed hunger in them that I hadn't noticed before.
As I waited for him to return I kept having stupid thoughts wondering if I looked like a total idiot and what the hell was I doing. 2 hours ago I would have never considered this and now I'm some man's acknowledged conquest and I'm allowing him the chance to win me. I felt vulnerable and powerful at the same time. After all, what was the harm? I could allow myself to do something that I would never have considered in the past and would never consider again. I could flirt with my older attractive pilot for a few minutes before going to bed. Maybe tease him a little, just for fun. And if he wanted more than that....well....it was out of the questions, but a warm smile to a man who was obviously pursuing me wasn't going to hurt anyone. He was treating me to pizza and beers.
Ted returned and laid down a slice of pizza in front of me and passed me my beer. It should have been so foreign to me to lock eyes with this man and smile at all his comments and jokes, but I found myself easily falling into the role of being his date, his prize for the night.
I loosened my tie and unbuttoned my top button on my shirt as we spoke. Mostly I just listened to him while thoughts kept racing through my mind. What would he do when we left this table? Would he try to make a move on me? How would I turn him down? Would he think of me tonight as he went to bed? Would there be enough of this experience to arouse him? I thought of him undressing in his room. I looked at his strong shoulders and broad chest and imagined what they would look like without the jacket and shirt. Was he hairy? Shaved? I could only imagine he was in shape and muscular.
Would he pleasure himself tonight thinking of me? I gave him a warm smile to help him along later if he needed it. I also caressed his foot with mine for a moment. `That should help turn him on a bit when he gets to his room.' I thought. Would I touch myself thinking of him? "Of course I will" I thought to myself with a smile. "What would it be like imagining his body as I touched myself? Where would I let those thoughts go? I felt myself becoming aroused at the anticipation of putting him in my fantasy.
He stood up after a while to get another beer and my hand grabbed his and held it for a second, "grab me one too." I said.
Once he left the table a moment of reality came crashing down on me. I wondered how much longer I could let this go on. I wished it could last all night. I felt like a school boy taking a girl to a make out point for the first time. He came back and stood by the table. His leg brushed my arm. "I got these to go." He said and my heart again began pounding.
It was over. It was over. I knew that now I would need to tell him I wasn't going to go any further and I'd see him on the flight tomorrow. As I stood up he again touched my lower back and I felt the thrill of his connection race through my whole body and I wondered if I did want something more than a good-night smile. When he asked me to his room I would tell him he's moving too fast. That I can't really go through with this, I was just being friendly. Very friendly in fact, but that was as far as it went.
The image of him naked in his room came back to my mind, but this time I was standing over him admiringly. I yearned to be able to see that image in person.
We walked silently to the front counter of the hotel. He had never actually said anything to me about being attracted to me. Was it possible that this was not happening the way I thought it was? Was this in my head? Were we done with our pizza and now we go on with our lives? Could I really have imagined this whole thing with him? "Room for Ted Connors," he said as we walked up the front desk. The girl there looked it up on her computer, "two queens or one king" she asked.
"One king," he responded in his baritone voice that now seemed soothing and erotic to me.
She continued to click away on her keyboard, "OK Mr. Connors you're all checked in, and how many keys will you be needing?" She asked with a quick glance over at me.
"Two," he said. My stomach dropped. He took the two keys and handed one to me without a word. I couldn't help notice the interested smile on the face of the check-in girl. He hadn't even asked me....he had just assumed...he had just...known. I obediently followed him as we walked towards the elevator. My legs were rubber. My hands were sweaty and cold. This man was claiming me, and had I just let him do it?
As soon as the elevators closed he turned and looked at me, "Now I'll show you how nice these beds are." He dropped his small bag and pulled me in for a kiss. I backed away, terrified about how fast things were moving, what was I doing. This was too much.
Then I looked into his face again. He smiled hungrily at me. In my mind I again saw his naked body, now tight with muscles and powerful. He grabbed my belt and pulled me closer to him, his mouth lowering down to mine and I submitted.
His lips immediately parted and his tongue pushed into my mouth, but only far enough to touch the tip of mine. His scent filled me up. Musky and masculine. I could feel the whiskers on his cheeks and my face instinctively pulled harder on his mouth, drawing him in.
The bag that was in my hand dropped and I grabbed the elevator bar behind me as he seemed to overpower me. Suddenly the ding of the elevator sounded and he released me.
My head spun. I closed my eyes for a second to catch my breath and try to think. I hadn't been able to think for the last 2 hours with this man. This man who wanted to take me to his room and do things that I had never dreamed of. This man who had just kissed me and had made me feel like his property from the moment he touched my back in the pizza shop. Was I powerless to resist him?
He grabbed his bag and walked ahead of me without looking back. My eyes were focused on his firm ass as he walked down the hallway and I knew that I was going to let him do whatever he wanted with me. I picked up my bag and followed him.
As he opened the door he turned around, grabbed my hand and pulled me in pinning me against the wall. Our lips were together before the door even shut. His body felt hot and wild as he pushed himself against me. I felt the jab of something firm and long on my waist. My hand immediately moved over his pants and felt his erect cock underneath. He grinded his body into me and I was turned on by the pleasure it was giving him.
It wasn't until this moment when I fully felt the impact of what I was about to do. He could use me in ways I'd never been used. I felt a moment of fear and reached my hand around to his back-side thinking I wasn't ready for all that his hard cock implied. How would he want to use that on me? I thought I could give him a hand job and maybe even suck him off. The thought of it made me want to try.
Our hands moved over each other's bodies and began unbuttoning each other's shirts. His hand took my belt off and spent a prolonged moment rubbing my now very erect dick. I couldn't wait to get his shirt off and see his chest. I wanted to stand over him admiring his naked body, I imagined me cumming all over him then rubbing him down in my own juices. Finally his shirt was off. He had some chest hair, but was not covered in it. I ran my hands through it and kissed his neck moving down his chest. I laid him back on the bed and then lay down on top of him. He put his hands behind his head allowing me a moment to admire and kiss his body. He still had his pants on, but I had enough to work with for now.
My lips tasted his body hair and it was a new experience for me. I licked his nipples and then found I wanted to suck on them. My mouth caressed his right nipple as my hands moved down to the waist line on his pants.
My hand was fascinated with the bulge in his pants. I had never touched another man's cock and now I couldn't seem to want to do anything else. My mouth began to move down his stomach to his belly button. Then I stood up and looked down on my man. The man who had seduced me to this point that I now couldn't resist him.
I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. His boxers had a massive indention showing his erection underneath. I wanted to see it so bad, but was also nervous about what I would do with it. I made up my mind that I would suck him to completion, and I'm pretty sure I could swallow whatever came out of him.
I slowly pulled down his boxers. First revealing the head of his dick, then watched it spring back as the boxers slid down. My hand reached down and grabbed it. It was hot and firm. I wanted to worship it. It was at least 7", cut and clean. It was thick and I could already see a drop of pre-cum leak out. I moved my mouth closer to it and licked the tip with the pre-cum. Then my lips enveloped the entire head hoping for some more of his salty juices.
"Take off your pants Matt," Ted told me before I had sucked for more than a minute or so. I stripped down until I was just wearing my boxers. My cock was now pitching a tent and he smiled as he looked at my rod. "Turn around now; I want to look at that ass that's been driving me crazy all night."
I obeyed, but again felt my legs go weak. What was he planning on doing with me? I turned around so my back was facing him and I heard him start to get off the bed. I was facing the desk that was in the corner of the room. Then I heard his bag unzip and he got something out. He came up behind me and reached around grabbing my cock. His hand was covered in a lotion or lubricant. He wanted me to fuck him. I thought. That would be easy; the only trouble would be not cumming before I could get my dick in his ass.
His hand gently stroked my cock. He didn't put much lube on, but it should be enough I thought. Then I turned around to kiss him and realized that he had smothered his own dick in lubricant. I pulled him in for a kiss and our hard-ons played with each other grinding into the others body. His hand reached my ass and started lubing up my hole. At the same moment his tongue pushed its way deep in my mouth I felt his finger push past my ass hole inside of me.
Pleasure filled me as his finger circled around and around. He pushed his finger in and out of me. I had never felt something enter into me, and my body ached for something larger than a finger. Ted then pulled his mouth off of mine, grabbed my cock again and turned me around. Before I could think what would happen next he gently pushed me forward so I leaned over the desk. My hands rested on the top of it. My legs instantly spread wide and I went up on my tippy toes in anticipation. "Ted" I panted breathlessly. "Ted," I said again.
I wanted to tell him to stop. I wanted to tell him to be gentle. I wanted to tell him to ride me as hard as he could all night. I felt the head of his cock line up with my ass hole and I don't know if it was his thrust, or me backing up that pushed his cock inside of me. For a moment the whole world stopped. I never knew how empty my body was until Ted took me and filled me up with his erect manhood. I opened up in a way I didn't know possible. For a moment my body rejected the invader and the in the next moment it opened and welcomed it deep inside.
Ted groaned with pleasure and it made me shiver all over. He was probably only about half way in. He was so large, it was so much. He was inside me, he was using me, he needed me and I needed him. In one final thrust I felt all 7" of his cock push into my eager ass. I couldn't help thinking my moans of pleasure sounded like a woman trying to decide if she's feeling pain or pure pleasure. For me, I knew what I was feeling and I needed as much as of it as I could get.
Ted began thrusting and pulling out and thrusting again and I knew I was his, completely under his control. I was being fucked and I wanted it more ever time he thrust into me. I didn't feel like his woman, I felt like his man being used for what I was meant to be used for. He reached around and grabbed my cock. He grabbed it and handled it like a master, stroking me as he pounded me again and again. My moans getting louder and louder. I was being sodomized I thought as I felt him slide in and out of me, but it was so much more than just being fucked, I was being completed.
I don't know how long it lasted before I started feeling waves of pleasure engulf my entire body. My legs felt like they were going to give out and my entire body felt like it was going to orgasm. Suddenly wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me and I knew Ted was getting near finishing.
I needed him to finish inside me. I needed his cum to fill me up. He was panting heavily and his body started jerking. Suddenly his hot cock exploded inside of me. I felt the cum flow into me and felt proud that I was his cum's new home. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled as he finished inside of me. His body thrust violently and I felt him release all he had into me. It was too much for me to contain, my cock came alive and started spraying cum all over the desk. He continued jerking me as we both orgasmed together.
As he pulled out of me I felt an enormous sense of loss, and I knew there would only be one way to ever fill that void again. I knew that until he was inside me again I would long for him.
He lay back on the bed completely naked with his eyes looking at me, but distantly. I stood admiring his body. It seemed so strange to me that I had come to be in this man's room standing over him erect and naked with my, no longer virgin, ass full of his semen and looking down on him. He had made me his for this night and I didn't know if my sense of loss came from his dick not being inside me where I now knew it belonged, or knowing that this night would probably never happen again.
I lay down and rested my head on his chest. I heard his breathing and rubbed my hand through his chest hair and down to his softening cock. We lay there until we both fell asleep, and Ted was right, I thought, these were comfortable beds.