Airport Daddy - Part 6

Everyone in this story is 18+

The small security room felt suffocating, the air thick with the remnants of what had just transpired. Larren lay on the table, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, his body still trembling from the intensity of the encounter and his hole leaked with mine and Thompson’s cum. I smirked, leaning down to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. Good boy, I thought, admiring how well he’d taken us both. Thompson stood nearby, adjusting his uniform with a stern expression, but I could see the faintest hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

“Thanks for the ass, I gotta go now,” Thompson chuckled as he left the room.

“Get yourself cleaned up,” I said to Larren, my voice low but firm. “You’ve got a flight to catch, don’t you?”

Larren’s eyes widened, and he scrambled to sit up, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated. “Oh no, oh no—” he stammered, his voice trembling. “What time is it? I can’t miss my flight!”

I glanced at my watch, feigning nonchalance. “You’ve got about twenty minutes. Better hurry.”

His panic was palpable, and I couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Watching him flail around, trying to gather his clothes and belongings, was oddly endearing. He tripped over his own feet, nearly falling before catching himself on the edge of the table. His glasses were askew, his hair a mess, and his face still flushed from what we’d put him through. Pathetic, I thought, but in the best possible way.

“Here,” I said gruffly, tossing his backpack toward him. “Get dressed. I’ll give you a ride to your gate.”

Larren froze, his wide eyes locking onto mine. “You… you will?”

I shrugged, feigning indifference, though the truth was I was enjoying this far more than I should. “Wouldn’t want you to miss your flight, would I? Now hurry up.”

He dressed quickly, his hands shaking as he buttoned his shirt and pulled on his pants. I watched him with a smirk, leaning casually against the wall. When he was finally ready, I gestured for him to follow me. “Come on.”

We stepped out of the room, and I led him down the hallway toward the small security coach parked nearby. Larren struggled to keep up, his too-heavy suitcase dragging behind him. I shook my head, amused. “Need a hand with that?”

He glanced at me nervously, then nodded. “Please.”

Without a word, I grabbed the suitcase and tossed it into the back of the coach with ease. Larren climbed in after it, his movements hesitant and unsure. I got into the driver’s seat, starting the engine and pulling away. The ride was short, but it gave me time to study him in the rearview mirror. He looked so small, so vulnerable, sitting there with his hands clasped tightly in his lap. His eyes darted around nervously, and I could see the way his breath hitched every time our gazes met.

“Relax,” I said, my voice low and steady. “You’re not in trouble. Not anymore.”

He nodded quickly, but he didn’t seem convinced. I chuckled under my breath, turning my attention back to the road. When we reached the boarding gate, I parked the coach and got out, grabbing his suitcase and setting it on the ground. Larren climbed out after me, his movements slow and uncertain.

“You’re cutting it close,” I said, glancing at my watch again. “Better get moving.”

He hesitated, his eyes lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary. “Thank you,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smirked, stepping closer to him. “Don’t mention it. And hey—” I reached out, brushing a finger under his chin to tilt his head up. “Do good in school, alright? You don’t wanna end up like me.”

His cheeks flushed, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something. Instead, he surprised me by reaching out and giving my crotch a quick, teasing pinch. My eyes widened, and before I could react, he flashed me a cheeky grin. “Daddy, I don’t think it’s so bad,” he said, his voice suddenly bold. “And I can’t wait for my next flight back home either. I might need a full frisk though.”

I stared at him, momentarily stunned, before a low chuckle escaped my lips. “You’ve got some nerve, kid.”

He winked at me, then turned and hurried toward the boarding gate, his suitcase bouncing behind him. I watched him go, a strange mix of amusement and anticipation bubbling up inside me. Oh, I can’t wait to see you again, I thought, my smirk widening as I climbed back into the coach.

As I drove away, I replayed the interaction in my mind, the way Larren had gone from trembling and submissive to bold and teasing in the blink of an eye. There’s more to him than meets the eye, I realized, and the thought sent a thrill of excitement through me. I couldn’t wait for his next vacation.

Because next time, I’d make sure our little game was even more fun.