An Airport Delay

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"What do you mean we didn't get the contract?" I snarled under my breath.

The day had been going from bad to worse, and this was the last news I needed to hear. The airport was packed. The flights had been delayed by the storm and I was set to miss out on the quarterly target. All I wanted to do was go home and crawl back into bed.

"Fine, fine" I sighed, finding a seat, "there's nothing we can do about it now".

Even the coffee I'd just bought tasted like shit. It was simply one of those days, and it wasn't even eight o' clock yet. I checked my phone one last time and sat back for what would be a considerable wait.

"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!" The noise rocked the departure lounge. Everybody around me turned to find the obnoxious gang of young men flooding the area, a large trophy grasped in a sea of hands.

I rolled my eyes. At thirty-six, it had been a long time since a college football game made me anything but irritated. I watched as they posed for photos, cheered, and finally sat down across from me.

Perhaps I was envious. I was stuck there, cold, drained and a little hungover. The suit I wore was a far cry in terms of comfortability to the loose shorts and training jerseys that they had. They were all young, healthy looking guys, and part of me laughed at their ignorance.

"Enjoy it while it lasts" I thought to myself, and then my eyes landed on him.

He looked to be eighteen or nineteen, but he stood out from the crowd like a sore thumb. I spent my days judging people, working them out, finding out what makes them tick, and instantly I knew what made him tick.

He was quite cute. He had a tuft of blond hair, a slender face with two large, blue eyes that I could make out from here. He did his best to blend in with his teammates, but anybody could see that this lifestyle was nothing more than a front.

"Hey Justin, go get some damn coffees!" The largest of the group barked, and the young blond flinched slightly, nodded and scurried away.

I watched as he hurried toward the coffee shop. The football team probably didn't know it, but Justin was the cutest of the lot of them. Muscle and size meant very little once the college years were over, but that boy had a charm that the rest of them could only dream of. I drained my coffee and stood up.

"Um... Um... Um..."

Justin was tripping over his words in front of me. The lady behind the counter was getting more and more impatient, and when the kid finally managed to finish his order, she served him his drinks and he took out his wallet.

"I'm sorry" he groaned, "I thought I had more".

I watched as the woman glared at the ten dollar bill, then at Justin. She was clearly stressed from the business of the place, and as she opened her mouth to give him a scolding, I swiped my card and the debt was paid.

Both of them gawped at me, but I wasn't interested in the woman.

Justin looked even better close up. His cheeks were rosy red, his eyes, watery and large, and his cute lips parted in an attempt to thank me.

"Don't sweat it, kid" I told him, and ordered my own coffee.

By the time I got my order, Justin was only at the door, doing his best to balance nine coffees in two trays. I plucked one of the trays from his hands and gestured for him to follow.

"Thanks for that" he said as he hurried to keep up, "I can Venmo you when I get home".

"Why?" I asked, "are you drinking nine coffees?"

He didn't answer, and I watched as he sheepishly returned to the group and handed over the coffees to who I could only assume was the captain of the team.

"This shit is nasty!" He scowled, and shoved the hot coffee back toward Justin who winced as it splashed against his bare arms. The rest of the team laughed.

There was no fight in him at all. He reminded me of myself as a kid, and it was a difficult thing to witness. He turned on his heel and hurried toward the restrooms, so I decided to introduce myself.

"Your coffees, gentlemen" I smiled, stepping between their circle.

The largest guy, the same one who had just scalded Justin, raised a brow.

"You guys need to learn how to make a damn coffee" he scoffed, looking to his pals for approval, "that last one tasted like ass".

He reached for the tray in my hand, and just as his fingers closed around it, I let it fall to the floor where all four coffees burst open and the steaming liquid splashed against their naked legs.

"What the fuck!" He gasped, rubbing the coffee from his shins.

"The perks of a suit, huh?" I grinned, using a handkerchief to wipe my black pants.

"Are you fucking stupid?!" He growled, his legs now red, "I could beat your fucking ass!"

"You could" I acknowledged, "and then I'd have the most powerful legal team in the country come down so hard that you'll be wearing that stupid fucking jersey until you're sixty!"

The hiss travelled as I spat the last word. For a moment, they all stared at me, until the captain snorted with laughter and the rest joined him.

"Oh, I'm real scared" he goaded, "please don't get your legal team after me!" He elbowed his friend who guffawed, too.

"I wouldn't be getting them after you" I scoffed, "what good would it do me to go after a snot nosed little brat who lives off his father's money? No, I'd go after your parents. I'd take their house, their cars, their holidays homes. Then I'd insist that you're shipped off to a detention centre somewhere and believe me, son, they love snot nosed little brats in there. And do you know how I can do all of that?"

Nobody was laughing anymore.

"Because whatever money your braindead parents have, I have more, and money speaks, my friend, trust me on that".

The group who had surrounded me, parted like the Red Sea as I strolled away from them. If nothing else, this was certainly passing the time. I pushed into the restroom and found Justin wiping his red eyes at the sink.

"Stop pretending you're like them" I told him, setting my briefcase down and fixing myself in the mirror next to him. "When you go home, tell them you quit. You've been wanting to for years".

I could see him staring at me open mouthed.

"And stop holding your breath" I said, turning to him and watching as he exhaled and his chest fell. "You're not some muscle man, and you never will be".

He looked both curious and offended.

"Listen, kid" I said, "anybody with a pair of eyes and a brain can tell that you would be better suited working in a beauty salon or on a cruise somewhere. You might be fooling those fucking dimwits out there, but if I played Brittney Spears right now you'd be twerking your ass to it".

His eyes widened.

"H... How did you know?" He whispered, the humiliation clear in his voice.

"Um... Because I'm not fucking blind" I laughed, "and stop being so worried about who you want to fuck".

A flash of anger crossed his cute face.

"It's not that easy, is it?!" He snapped.

"Yes, it is" I replied, and the door opened and closed as a middle aged, tired looking man entered.

Justin went silent, his cheeks even more red then they had been.

As the man finished pissing and stepped between us to wash his hands, I turned to him.

"You are very attractive" I told him, and he did a double take and laughed.

"Well thank you very much" he nodded, "and there's me thinking my wife had gone completely insane".

I smiled back at him.

"She's a lucky woman".

"Oh, now you're making me blush" he grinned, and patted me on the shoulder as he left.

"See?" I said to Justin who looked as though he'd just seen a ghost.

"Y... You're gay?" He asked, dumbfounded.

"Very"

A silence fell between us. I was quite comfortable with silences, but he apparently wasn't, so he began to stutter and trip over his words yet again. As he rambled on, I checked my phone.

"Delayed again" I sighed, and took a glance at him. "Hey" I said, "have you ever sucked a dick?"

The question seemed to punch him in the face. He froze, the words in his mouth died, and his jaw dropped.

"I mean, if I'm not your type it's fine" I told him, "but I have an hour to kill, and honestly, today has been a fucking nightmare".

He continued to gawp at me, so I waved my hand in front of his face.

"Earth to closeted teenager" I said, until he snapped out of it and blinked away his surprise.

"I uh... I um... I... No"

"No you've never sucked a dick, or no you're not sucking my dick?" I asked.

He didn't even hesitate.

"The first one"

"And what about the second one?" I enquired.

He looked around, cleared his throat and nodded.

"Sweet" I said, and plucked up my briefcase before ushering him into one of the cubicles.

He was a whisper of a thing. Easily moved and manoeuvred, and a moment later, the two of us were face to face in the small stall. I closed the toilet seat and took another look at him.

"You're very handsome" I said honestly, but I think I'd shocked the kid half to death at that point.

I wasn't the type to waste time. Admittedly, the young man had gotten me quite horny since first seeing him, and now that I was in a stall with him, I was ravenous.

I took his face in my hands and he stood like a statue as our lips met. Usually, I reserved kissing for the bedroom, but something about Justin was making me wild.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth and after a moment of hesitation he returned the favour. He was a lousy kisser, but he'd learn.

A soft whimper escaped him as I moved to his warm, smooth neck. I kissed and sucked his tender flesh, taking in the scent of his fresh sweat from under his oversized jersey. My hands slid inside it, feeling the heat from him as my fingers crawled across his growing abs.

The jersey slipped over his head with ease, and my eyes now rested on his slim, pert body. His nipples were already stiff. Pink little things eager for some attention. I took one in my mouth, pinching it between my teeth as he gasped, and my hands began travelling toward his shorts.

His breathing became heavier as they fell to his ankles. The tight pair of briefs he wore were already beginning to bulge as the excitement filled his cock. I stepped back, yanked open my belt and unbuttoned my pants as he watched, shivering with excitement.

My boxers tented with my boner. His eyes widened as he stared at it, but before he could say a word, I pulled him toward me and we kissed again.

He was better this time. Less nervous perhaps. Our cocks rubbed together between the fabric, and my hands cupped his plump butt. I squeezed him and he exhaled into my mouth.

I felt him grow in his underwear. I thrust against him, pinning him against the cubicle wall and grinding our dicks together in passionate rhythm. His hands took my stubbled face, his mouth moved from my lips to my neck, and he breathed in the scent of my cologne.

His shorts were off now, he'd kicked them aside and was doing his best to take charge. It was cute to witness.

He tried to push me back against the other wall, but the strength in his arms was barely enough to stumble me. I grabbed his wrists, pinned them over his head and smirked at him as he gasped breathlessly.

With my free hand, I fingered the waistband out from his smooth groin and peered inside. His cock was as hairless as the rest of him, and it strained in its confines as he moaned.

"Eager" I whispered, kissing his cheek and taking his earlobe between my teeth.

He closed his eyes and pushed his hips forward, and I pulled his briefs down to his knees.

It was a cute cock. Five or so inches, cut, with a faded scar around his shaft. The head was plump and pink, already spilling clear fluid onto the tiles. It swelled as he flexed it.

I'm a considerate lover. I planned on spraying his throat in cum, so the least I could do was relieve some of his own stress. I took to one knee, plucking his cock between my fingers and thumb, and sucked it fully into my mouth.

Justin whimpered loudly. Had there been anybody else in the restroom, we would have surely been arrested. His hands found my head, his fingers wrapped inside my hair as he held on for dear life, and I got to work.

It was easy to take. I wasn't much of a gagger anyway, but Justin's cock was the perfect size for sucking. I got every inch in my throat and lapped at his tight, soft balls as my throat muscles clamped around his helmet.

He was shaking. His young body beginning to sweat as he experienced what seemed to be his first blowjob.

My hand roamed under his junk, finding his warm cheeks and spreading them apart with precision. My finger ran across his most sensitive area, and I felt his cock surge as his hole clenched. Another glide made him relax, and a moment later I was bypassing his tight, virginal sphincter and searching for his prostate.

The pleasure rushing through his body made him moan and squirm. My finger pushed in and out of him as he drained copious amounts of pre-cum into my mouth, and just as I felt his balls begin to crawl upwards, I stopped, and exposed my own one.

He was breathless, sweating and horny. His eyes widened as I revealed my eight inch cock, and he jumped at it.

It was like a frenzy of fiery passion. He took it into his mouth quickly, gagging almost instantly as it hit the back of his throat. I tried to hold him in place, but the kid had gone wild with horniness.

He was naked now, his hand pumping his throbbing cock as he bobbed up and down my one, and I had to admit, even though he was choking and gagging and covering my pole with saliva, it was one of the best blowjobs I'd ever gotten.

I fell back onto the toilet seat. My briefcase clambered to the floor, and Justin followed me hungrily with his mouth around my cock head.

I ran my hand through his messy golden hair as the boy swallowed me. Our eyes met, and even though his cheeks were wet with tears, he looked stunningly beautiful with a cock in his pretty mouth.

I wasn't usually a quick cummer, but this kid was gifted. His tongue slid up and down the underside, making me gasp and groan as he sucked, and after just a few minutes, I felt it happen.

Justin pushed himself all the way down my straining rod. He coughed, but his body remained still as he chose to forget breathing in favour of a stomachful of spunk.

His wish was my command. I held onto him, keeping him in place as I drove my cock in and out of his throat. The sound of throat fucking filled the small cubicle, and suddenly I was cumming, and my entire body felt electric.

I heard him gulp it down as I poured into his mouth. I moaned and grunted, forcing every last drop into him as I pumped.

His hand continued to work his own meat furiously, and then through his gags, he moaned, and his young sperm was shooting across the tiles.

The orgasms ripped through both of us as we emptied ourselves, and when it was finally over, Justin sat back with his cock leaking down his balls, and looked at me, astonished.

"T... That was the best thing ever" he gasped, wiping cum from his chin.

"It gets better, kid" I smirked, pulling up my pants, "now do me a favour".

When we'd both cleaned ourselves up, Justin stuck out his hand and I shook it.

"Thanks" he said, a little bashfully.

"Thank you" I smiled back, and the two of us left the restroom and headed back to our seats.

"What took you so long?!" The captain smirked as the team looked back to see Justin walking toward them. "Were you sucking dick or something?" He added with a laugh, and his moron friends joined in as they glared at Justin.

He glanced over at me briefly, a look of nervousness on his face, then took a deep breath and smiled at them when I nodded.

"Yeah" he said, "his".

They all looked from Justin to me and I waved happily as their jaws dropped. They quickly changed subject and hurried off to find other seats, and Justin smiled at me.

"Good job, kid" I said to myself, "good job".