Airport Daddy - Part 3

Everyone in this story is 18+

I reached into the pack of latex gloves and pulled out a pair, the material snapping against my wrists as I tugged them on. Larren’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as he watched me. I could see the panic rising in him, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breathing. But there was something else too, something flickering in his gaze that I couldn’t quite place. Fear, yes, but also… curiosity? Excitement? I wasn’t sure, but it intrigued me.

“Alright, Larren,” I said, my voice low and steady, “this is just a routine cavity check. Standard procedure. Nothing to be nervous about.” My words were calm, almost reassuring, but I could see the way his body tensed, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He was terrified, and yet… there was something about him that made me want to push further, to see just how much he could take.

I stepped closer, my gloved hands hovering just inches from his body. He flinched, his breath hitching as I reached out and gently pressed my fingers against his chest. I could feel the rapid thud of his heart beneath my touch, the way his skin seemed to burn under my fingertips. I flipped him around then I moved lower, my hands skimming down his lower back, tracing the curves of him, until I reached his buttocks. He trembled, his body betraying him as I knelt down in front of him.

Spread your legs," I commanded. He obeyed, a quiet whimper slipping from his lips as I inspected him. I pushed his ass cheeks aside to reveal his asshole—neat, clean, and completely hairless—seemed to twitch and clench under my gaze. I wanted to dive right in, but I needed to take my time with this one.

My hands moved between his legs, my fingers brushing against the soft skin of his inner thighs. He shuddered, a soft whimper escaping his lips as I traced the delicate contours of his body. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his body seemed to lean into my touch even as he tried to pull away. My fingers grazed his balls, and he let out a sharp gasp, his hips jerking involuntarily.

“Stay still,” I murmured, my voice low and commanding. He nodded quickly, his body stiff as I continued my inspection. My fingers moved lower, tracing the sensitive skin behind his balls, the way he twitched and trembled under my touch. I could feel the subtle shift in his body, the way his breath came in short, shallow gasps. I bet he’s getting hard, I thought, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. I knew it. A gay nerd, the best ones.

“Spread your legs wider,” I instructed, my tone leaving no room for argument. He hesitated, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red, but he obeyed, shifting his weight nervously. I saw the way he twitched again.

"Okay, it's time for the cavity search. Just follow my instructions, and this will go smoothly, alright, Larren?" I said, my tone a mix of authority and something almost gentle.
"Okay?" I pressed again.
"Y-Yes," he stuttered. He was mine now.

I took some Vaseline and leaned in closer, my breath warm against his skin as I pressed my fingers against his entrance. He tensed, his entire body going rigid as I began to apply gentle pressure. “Relax,” I murmured, my voice soft but firm. “It’ll be easier if you relax.” He nodded, his breathing ragged as he tried to comply. I could feel the way his body resisted, the way he clenched tightly around my fingers, but I didn’t stop. I pressed deeper, feeling the way his body yielded to my touch, the way he shuddered and gasped as I pushed inside.

“You’re doing good,” I said, my voice low and soothing. “Just breathe.” He nodded again, his chest rising and falling rapidly as I continued to explore him. I could see even from behind the way his body reacted to me, the way his cock thickened and pulsed as I moved my fingers inside him. He was so responsive, so sensitive, and I couldn’t help but wonder how far I could push him.

My fingers curled slightly, pressing against the delicate spot inside him, and he let out a sharp cry, his hips jerking forward. “Oh!” he gasped, his voice trembling. “I—I can’t—” I smirked, my fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, drawing soft whimpers and gasps from him. “You’re doing great,” I murmured, my voice thick with satisfaction. “Just let go. Let me take care of you.”

He was fully hard now, his cock straining against his stomach as he trembled under my touch. I could see the way his body yearned for more, the way he leaned into my hand even as he tried to resist. I pressed deeper, my fingers moving with purpose, and he let out a low moan, his head falling back as he surrendered to the sensation.

"Good boy. Now cough for me," I commanded.
"Go on," I urged.

He coughed. And even the cough was subservient.

And I fucking knew it, he was mine for the next 20 minutes. I needed to make the best of it.