Dude 438 Airport Head

September 3, 2014


So, I've been sort of out of commission for a while.  Sort of Out of the Country.  Visiting friends.  Muncich, Austia, Back to Munich, then Manchester England, Wales, back to Manchester, Yorksire, Back to Munich and finally homo......er I mean home.

I was with my host family....Mom, Dad, two kids, so I didn't really have enough privacy to hook up.  One notable thing happened though, I revealed my "secret" to my friend.  I wanted to tell her last year, after the Big Gay Houseboat Adventure #1, but we kept missing each other's phone calls, (we only have a few hours during the day that we could possible chat, with the time zone difference and all) and so, I just let it go, but felt like I should tell her this time.

And, it wen't well, of course.  She knew/suspected all along of course.  When her husband arrived that night, I drunkenly blurted out my secret to him as well.  I knew my friend would probably tell him anyway, and I didn't want things to be weird between us.

So, no hooking up in Europe, although I did turn on Grindr alot, just in case there was a secret hot neighbor near by that could help yank one out from a Yank.  But no such luck.  By the way, the guys in England are generally not overly attractive!  I found the ones close to Manchester pretty normal/average/good looking, but the poor gents in the rural country side were generally.... plain.

I'm going to get shit for that aren't I?  And people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.  Well, just saying what's on my mind.  I can always delete it.

So, back to dude 438.

I just got off a grueling 10 hour flight from Munich to Atlanta.  Now, dead dead tired and another 4 hour flight to go to SLC, I still had to endure a 4 hour airport layover.

But, Grindr to the rescue.

I changed the name on my profile to "Airport Head?" and cast my net.  I got lots of nibbles too, but one kid took the bait.

A 21 year old Navy kid, hanging out at the USO waiting to get shipped off to Japan.  Bingo.

He agreed that he's like to get sucked off, and made his way from the USO, through Airport Security, and to the A-Terminal.

I found a "Family" bathroom with a locking door (or so I thought) and it took him about 25 minutes to get from the USO to my councourse,  but I finally spied him entering the family bathroom I had scouted.   I waited a minute and followed him in.  I said "Hey" and he gave me a nod and started undoing his belt.  No more words were necessary.

I sat on the commode and helped him down with his white uniform pants, and his half chubby cock sprung from his grey boxer briefs.  Luckily it wasn't as big as I feared.  A young 6' black stud could could have easily sported an unsuckably big dick, but this kids cock was pretty nice, around 6 1/2 inches and normal girth, with smaller balls and a nice patch of curly pubes above.

I was hungry and horny and inhaled deeply as I took him to the bone, and got him rock hard in my mouth.  He smelled clean and fresh, and it was a pleasure to blow him.

Not too long into it, we both heard the door rattle, and then opened a crack, and I pulled off the kids dick just in time to see a surprised flight attendant quickly say "OH!, I'm sorry," and immediately withdraw her face!

Well, shit.  I guess that lock didn't work after all.

Both the kid and I were too much in heat to give up, so I got up, and braced my back foot against the door, and knelt on one knee, and the kid re-inserted his rock hard dick and tried to face fuck me.  Dammit, but his dick was about a half inch too long and kept making me gag, so I had to try to take control of this situation.  I'm not so good of a deep throater.

This went on for another 10 minutes and I was failing to get the kid to cum.  He pulled me off of him and went and sat on the commode, and I followed, and got on my knees and continued.  I guess we both felt it was worth the risk of getting walked in on again, in order to achieve our craving.

I sucked and sucked, and it took another 7 or 8 minutes, but finally he said, "oh god that's good, I'm gonna cum."

I just murmured "ummm hmmmm" and and kept sucking.

Bam!  I felt and tasted the first spurt, so slowed my pace, delicately sucking until most of the spasms had subsided, then tenderly worked my tongue to the top of his sensitive dick head to gently coax out any last pearls.

He carefully pried my face from his crotch when he had enough.

Now, I had a decision to make.  Spit, or swallow?

It didn't taste that bad, so I gulped it down, and washed my hands and face in the sink, and took a few sips of water to wash down his oyster.  I spied my own rock hard leaking dick in my thin Columbia travel pants, and luckily my boxers were absorbing the pre cum so I wasn't "spotting" on my crotch.

I washed up in the sink.  He mopped up using paper towels, and I told him I would go out first, and to wait a few minutes before leaving.

I exited the bathroom, walked across the concourse, my pitched tent now at a manageable

level, and sent him a grinder message.

"Thanks Bud.  You've got a nice cock.  I love sucking it."

I saw him walk out, and head down the concourse, looking at his phone.

Brrrrrp.  A grinder message from him:  "Thanks.  I can't think of a better send off."