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A Layover At O’Hare
A Layover At O’Hare
Ben woke up nude with a massive throbbing hardon. He reached down to grab it and tried bending it in hopes it would go down. No luck. It was stiff as a board and not going away.
He had woken up to this ten inch erection following a dream about a three-way he was having with a hot redhead and a new friend named Zack. They had all met after a flight to Barcelona and were letting off steam in Ben’s apartment. A few drinks, and clothes began coming off. Ben was an accomplished lover of women and was teaching Zack a few new tricks as they shared the redhead. Both had fucked her but were now entering her from the front and the back. Ben was slamming so hard that he thought their cocks would meet in the middle and touch heads which had a strange erotic appeal to him. As they both came in her at the Zacke time, they all collapsed on the bed together, the men on either side of the woman. As she played with their cocks, she asked them if they would have sex with each other. Ben had recently had sex for the first time with a man, and Zack had done the Zacke many years earlier. Ben looked at Zack. Zack thought, “What the hell! The guy has a great cock. He’s a friend. Why not!” The two men faced each other straddling over the woman so she could watch and also play with their balls. Zack firmly grabbed Ben by his cock and stroked up the shaft. Ben gasped in appreciation as Zack went down to deep throat him . . .
Ben suddenly woke up realising why he had a massive hardon. He suddenly desperately wanted to have Zack blow him. He had been fucking a female friend two afternoons before and all he could think about was Zack blowing him.
Ben had met Zack online when Zack responded to his introduction. Ben had sent two e-mails before Zack got back to him. For some reason, Ben flirted with Zack that night, though the focus was really about his confusion over his sexuality after having sex with a man. Ben was worried that he was gay. Zack put his mind at ease—one time doesn’t make you gay, but Ben got horny over his new acquaintance. When he told Zack about it, Zack proceeded to get him off online. Ben was stroking furiously on his end. This was a first for Ben—jerking off online . . . with a guy. It was strangely erotic for him.
The next time they talked, Ben assured Zack that he had no intention of jerking off online again, or being in any way sexually involved with Zack. It was a one time thing. Zack was fine with that because he truly liked Ben as a friend. The two hit it off and enjoyed talking to each other online.
The third time they talked online, Ben wrote, “I’m not sure how to ask this . . .“ Zack waited. The next entry was, “Would you blow me?” Zack thought about it. He was very secure in his sexuality and masculinity. He really liked Ben as a friend. He didn’t think it would ruin their friendship, so he said, “Yes, I could do that for you. I’d love to blow you.”
That’s what Ben woke up dreaming about: Zack’s skilled mouth working his cock shaft. He was now painfully hard thinking about it. He tried stroking his cock, fondling his balls, twisting it in hopes his hardon would go away, but it simply wouldn’t.
He decided to get up and take a shower. Maybe that would help. He got a towel out and hung it on his stiffly erect cock to carry it. He hung it up and got in the shower and leaned against the wall with one hand enjoying the warm water. Still hard. He put his left hand against the wall and started stroking his cock with his right hand. He started to pre-cum. Still thinking of Zack, he kept stroking his cock, faster and faster, until finally his balls pulled up and he could feel the swelling cum rising in his cock, and he sprayed the walls with an intense spasm of thick white cum. He kept stroking as his cock continued to spurt his man juice all over the wall.
“Fuck!" he thought. "What a fucking mess. Damn you, Zack!”
Finally, his long cock began to go limp and dangled pendulously between his legs. He finished his shower and shaved nude in front of the mirror admiring his manhood. It was a thick piece of man meat surrounded by dark hair and backed up by virtually hairless balls. As he looked at it, he kept thinking about Zack taking all of it in his mouth. He started to get erect again and walked into a cold shower to stop it.
He quickly got dressed in his uniform and got ready for the day’s flight ahead. Ben was a commercial pilot and did international flights. He was a tall good looking man—dark and handsome. Positively irresistible to women . . . and to men. In uniform, even more so. Looking sharp in his uniform, he noticed that his cock was bulging down his left leg. “Nice bulge! Boxers! Got to love ‘em.”
Ben headed off for the airport, but on the way got a call asking if he would pilot a flight that would have a three hour layover in Chicago. He thought “sure.” Maybe I can catch up with Zack. He works near O’Hare. He immediately sent a text message to Zack asking him to pick him up at O’Hare. “Maybe I can get that blow job he keeps promising me!”
Ben was now in a very good mood and got right on that plane and headed out for Chicago. From time to time he checked to see if there was a response from Zack. Nothing.
Arriving in Chicago after a beautiful flight over the lake, he taxied in and landed without incident. He was a skilled pilot and highly thought of. Once stopped, with all passengers unboarding, he checked one more time for a message from Zack. Still nothing.
“Fuck! Where is he?”
As he entered the terminal, he saw a tall man in dark aviator sunglasses waiting against the windows. He was wearing jeans—nice bulge, a black t-shirt and a leather jacket. A baseball hat was covering hair that was prematurely starting to gray. He looked at him and thought, “Nice. I’d fuck him.” He thought twice about introducing himself, but kept going.
As Ben moved through the terminal, he had the feeling that someone was following him. He looked around and there was the man again about 50 feet behind him. Coincidence. As he entered the men’s room, he forgot all about the man. He entered to find himself all alone in the room. Whipping his cock out at the urinal, he stood there thinking about Zack. He heard someone come in the room, and a door lock. As he stood there, he suddenly felt someone step up behind him, reaching around his sides to grab his cock with both hands. He felt a hardon pressed up against his back.
“Ben?”
“Yes?”
The man was still controlling Ben’s cock as he urinated.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Zack?”
Ben turned around and almost peed on Zack in his excitement to meet his online buddy.
“Zack! Buddy! I am so glad to meet you.”
“Whoa, Big Guy!”
Zack turned Ben back to face the urinal.
“We have something to finish here!” Zack laughed as he gave Ben’s cock a final shake. Ben waited, but Zack didn’t take his hand off his cock. Instead, Zack started stroking it slowly, gliding his hand down the full length of Ben’s cock.
“Zack?”
“Be quiet and just stand still.”
Zack was fondling the thick head on the far end of Ben’s thick cock. Ben started to feel the rush of an erection coming on.
“Zack! The door!”
“Locked! Be quiet!”
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