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So, airline life is complicated, we aren't paid much, but we have flight passes and access to many things that the normal travelling public doesn't.
After 9/11 and when the airports reopened, TSA was still in the process of learning their jobs and we had national guardsman at the security check-points. These guys (never had a female) were there and truly bored to death. We let them use our breakrooms to rest and get off their feet for a bit. Some of these guys were there for 10-12 hours a day.
One of these uniformed, armed men, struck up a friendship with me. We'll call him Jack (yeah, I never said "Hi Jack!" in the airport! Jack was 29, was in-between jobs and married. He was just at 6 foot and had the straightest light brown hair and blue eyes that just made you WANT to look at him. Since I was a reserve deputy in the county that I lived in, he and I got along well since he could kick back in the breakroom and I would lock up his side-arm for him while he would close his eyes for a bit.
One day when we had a lull in flights of about 2 hours, Jack asked me to let him into the breakroom and for me to lock his side-arm in the safe, so he could take a nap. I locked up his side-arm (I was the only agent on duty with a key to the safe, and he put his size 15 boots up on the table, laid back and covered his face with his cap. Now at the time we agents all knew to tell each other if there was a guardsman taking a nap in the breakroom so that we wouldn't bother them. Besides, we had three breakrooms, and all of us used the ones downstairs under the passenger level anyway.
I told Jack I would wake him up in an hour or so, and he just kind of half nodded and grunted at the same time. Time passed, and everyone was just sitting on the bag-belt and we all heard this noise, kind of a noise that was like someone tearing apart cardboard. I knew what it was, Jack was snoring. It was about time for him to wake up anyway, so I got up and told the rest of the agents that I was heading out to walk or do at least something as I was really bored.
On a security round where I had to check all doors that they were locked, I finished up at the breakroom, and used my key to open the door. Jack had his boots up on the table, and he was slumped in a chair, with his hat still on his face. He shifted a little to the left and stopped the rip-roaring snoring. I looked him over and then realized that he was hard as a rock through his BDU's. I was shocked to see that snake which curved up to his waist and then a little to the right.
Jack had told me previously that he was a heavy sleeper and was sometimes hard to wake-up. In the past, I had to shake him at times. When I did, I knew he had hard, meaty shoulders. Now his BDU's hid quite a bit of his body, but you could see a few things. His feet, size 15, were always in boots, that showed that he didn't miss leg day at the gym. Also, his sleeves were always rolled up, perfectly even, around large and hard bi-ceps. There was a sneak of a tattoo that came out of the top of both arms, just enough to see that it was a tribal. I was joking around him one time and tripped, and my hand went out and his chest was the unintentional target of my hand. I felt the hard-left pectoral and the cliff it formed as it ended. So, I knew that Jack was quite built.
I reached over and carefully touched the mound that was curling up his pelvis to his belt. It was his cock, hard. I gently felt it from the base to what I guessed was his head, that man had about 7 inches and it felt that there was a nice girth to it. I then carefully felt in-between his spread legs and could make out his balls, though the seams of the fabric was difficult to determine the size, but I could tell he was either commando, or wearing boxers, as his balls were low hangers.
I was interested in how his body was truly built, he always unbuttoned his outer BDU jacket and just rested with his dark green t-shirt exposed. My hand felt through his t-shirt his stomach, and just through the touch and a slight rub, could feel some hair and then his belly button. Feeling left and right, I felt deep canyons that was his Apollo's belt. My polyester uniform pants were tenting and straining the fabric as I felt up my friend. I carefully rubbed north and felt that he was hairy period. But that did not hide by touch that he was tightly muscled. As I passed his flat stomach my finger hit a wall and had to raise them to pass to the top of his pecs. There was definitely a large muscle there and as his chest expanded and contracted with his deep breathing, the muscle flexed a little. Through his shirt I found his nipples, and they felt large, with a defined nib.
I had to stop, as he was due back at his post and my radio just squawked to life letting me know my next flight was on the ground. With my hand on his chest, I rubbed it a little harder and woke him. "Time to open the gates." I said to his opening eyes. I went over to the safe and retrieved his side-arm and as I turned he stood up and just looked at me.
"Dude, you know I am married." He said as he buttoned up his BDU's and straightened up his uniform.
"I know, I just came in to wake you up for the next flight." I said innocently.
"You woke me up with your hand on me. I know you were feeling me up."
"Jack, you were dreaming of your wife doing that, I have to run to gate 68 and meet the plane." With that I handed his side-arm to him and left the room. I had to run through the empty gate area to make it on time to run the jet-way up to the plane.
The flight to Washington DC was full as always, and after that one, I had a break of an hour. So, boarding it there was the inevitable jack-ass who was on a different flight and wanted a seat on this flight. When I told him that it was full, and I would put him on a stand-by list for free, he yelled that he must be on the flight. Jack saw this and came over to the guy and told him to calm down. With the imposing figure of Jack standing there, the jack-ass sat down. There was only so many seats on the plane, and it was first-come, first-serve on the stand-by list, and as I had three no-shows, I cancelled their seats and began calling passengers up for boarding passes on the list. The jack-ass was number four. I made an announcement that this flight is completely full and all seats on the stand-by list have been called for the remaining seats, anyone else on the list will be moved to the next flight. With that I made my entries on the computer, closed the flight, printed the paperwork for the flight crew, and was heading to the open gate door when jack-ass stormed over to me. He yelled that I made sure that he did not get on the flight and that he was going to complain and get me fired. He was really agitated and came at me, Jack saw this and grabbed the guy and forced him into a seat at the gate and started talking to him as I closed the doors and went to push out the flight. When I returned after the plane was backing out, Jack had the jack-ass on the ground and was hand-cuffing him. I couldn't pay him any mind as I had to clean up the paperwork from the flight. The airport police came in and took the guy away, and Jack came over to the desk, sweating, and leaned on the counter. "That mother was strong!" he said.
"What the hell happened?" I asked as I was putting all my paperwork in the flight envelope.
"He called you several names and when you closed the door behind you he jumped up and hit me in the chest with his elbow as he headed to a locked door. I tackled him, and drug him away from the door to hand-cuff him.
"You should've held him there and let me whack him in the head with the door. "I said laughing. I have to go down to ops and drop off the flight pack, need another nap?" I asked as I logged off the computer.
"Sure." So, I followed him to the breakroom and locked up his weapon and left him. I ran the pack to ops downstairs and told them all about Mr. Jack-Ass. We all had a good laugh at the fool.
After a quick bite to eat, I headed back upstairs and wanted to check in on Jack. I opened the breakroom door, and my jaw nearly hit the floor. Jack had his feet up on the table as normal, but his pants were un-done and open, and his shirt had been pulled up a little. Instead of just un-buttoning his BDU top, it was on the back of the chair.
Flabbergasted, I quickly marked the room as DO NOT ENTER, as we did for the national guard guys that were napping in the mostly unused breakroom and locked the door. I did it quietly and as I turned, Jack had his hands behind his head and his eyes open staring at me.
"This is what you want right?" He said quietly in his deep voice.
"Uh, you were just saying that you were married." I said with a squeak.
"Your hand did more than my prude of a wife has in a long time. Besides you owe me for that guy."
"What do you want me to do?" I asked as I sheepishly took a step forward. It was different when I knew he was sleeping, not when he was awake. Not that I had any problems with that, as I was not shy ever, just this instance really got me.
"Just do what you did before, it felt good being touched and felt up. My wife hates it that I have any hair on my body, and always complains that it is scratchy to her. You did not seem to mind." He stated as he pulled his shirt off and put his hands behind his head. This left me with a full view of his carved chest, covered in a light brown fuzz, and his still soaked very hairy pits. He looked at me and raised an eye-brow with a look of `what are you waiting for?'
I took off my uniform suit coat and trembling, put a hand on his hairy pec. He must have felt the trembling and took one hand from behind his head and covered my hand and motioned for my hand to head south. Feeling that, my trembles stopped, and I was transfixed on this slab of USDA Prime in front of me. I felt his abs, and ran my fingers through the thicker hair there, as I continued south where the hair was thicker and started to become coarser. When my hand got to his waist, I realized that he wasn't wearing anything under his BDU pants and my hand easily ran into the thick forest of hair at the base of his cock. When I started to feel around the base of his cock, his hardening cock came up out of his pants and fell onto the back of my hand. I was growing thicker and his wide red cock-head started filling out. I grabbed hold of his meat and felt the heat and thickness continue to grow. It was a wide thick 7 incher. I stroked it a couple times and a tiny dot of pre-cum came to the tip, as I stroked I saw the tiny dot become larger and it started to ooze down the top of his head. I leaned down and licked it clean and at the same time I could smell his heavy musk.
He gasped and as I looked up from his cock on my tongue, his chest filled with air and he tipped his head back and blew out his lung-filled chest. I licked my way down the hot red-bull flesh in my hand and reached in with another hand and pulled out a hairy filled ball-sack and took one in my mouth and gently licked and sucked on it. His legs opened and gave me more access to his most private of areas. Dropping one egg out of my mouth, I treated the second the same way. A very quiet moan came from him and I continued to try to roll the huge ball in my mouth. I let it drop from my mouth and both hair-covered balls dropped back into position in the heady sack that was their home, they fell far and almost disappeared into his BDU's. I took my face and began licking on the side of his sack and cock in the sensitive area between his thigh and cock base. He flinched and was stifling a moan. The smell was outrageously masculine, I could smell an extremely faint scent of soap, but mostly the scent of a real man.
I licked my way back up his cock and worked up a mouthful of spit before enveloping his manhood in my mouth. He arched his back as I slid more and more of him into my mouth, having little or no gag reflex, I buried his cock in my mouth and my nose in the coarse forest of hair. He put a hand over his mouth and I could feel his stomach grumble as he tried not to make a loud moan. I suckled his slightly curved cock, always keeping a slow and steady motion. My hand explored his stomach and up to his chest where it was moving up and down as his breathing increased. I found his nipple and returned my hand to his cock and wet my fingers from the slobber on the base. Reaching back up I slowly rubbed my now wet fingers on his nipple and felt it starting to squeeze together. Never stopping my slow movements on his cock, I played with the now pronounced nib and still feeling the rumble in his body.
He took his other hand and reached down and palmed the back of my head. He made me go a little faster, but as he wanted me to really increase my sucking, I left his nipple, took his hand and guided it back to behind his head. I took my other hand and as my mouth slowly let his cock out and kept up the pace on his now slick cock. I started kissing my way up his stomach and side and when I reached his other nipple, I parted the hair with my tongue and enveloped it in my warm wet lips. His body started writhing under my touch, my left hand slowly jerking off that thick cock, my right hand feeling the muscle of his tri-cep and keeping his arm behind his head. I sucked a little harder and he let out a louder moan, barely stifled by his hand over his mouth. I enjoyed feeling this rumble as I started sucking harder on his nipple and even carefully biting the sensitive nib. After a moment, I started licking my way towards his pit, following his scent until my face was buried deep within the forest there. He either did not wear deodorant or it had worn off as it was still damp from his earlier take-down of Mr. Jack-Ass. After licking his pit clean, I let my tongue travel up his arm, licking the ARMY tattoo.
By this time, he was writhing, and his pelvis started keeping up with my strokes of his cock. I moved his hand away from his mouth and as he closed his eyes, I kissed him deeply. He kissed back with ferocity that I was not expecting. He forced his hand out of my grip and grabbed the back of my head. His rapid breathing and moaning filling my lungs. He broke off the kiss, and panting said, "Please, oh man, please finish me off!" I smiled and put his hand back over his mouth and then moved his feet off the table and I knelt in front of him and jammed his cock back into my mouth. I did not go slowly, I started a more rapid pace, and using both hands, one fishing his balls out and cupping them, and the other stroking and twisting in unison with my mouth. His pelvis started bucking up and down, and I looked out the side of my eye at his face and now he had his shirt stuffed into his mouth, trying to stifle the moans.
I let his cock all the way in and a couple times I was able to snuggle it with my throat. I was more worried about scraping my teeth on the sides of this wide cock than I was gagging. He reached down and put his hand on the back of my head as I sucked the life out of him. I felt a series of double-taps on the back of my head, and then his hand tried to get in-between my lips and the base of his cock. I knew he was close to cumming, I took my hand and pushed his away. He let both hands go limp and I could see his abs tightening. My hand that was holding his nuts felt them being drawn back towards his body. The shirt in his mouth was barely muffling the groans as they grew in intensity. I looked up at him and he was staring down at me with pleading eyes. That just made my suction go harder on his head and I jacked him now furiously. His entire body tensed, and his white teeth showed biting down on his shirt as the first blast of salty fluid hit the back of my throat. He splayed himself and let me suck mouthful after mouthful of his baby batter from his howitzer. I call it a howitzer as he literally blasted huge amounts of his cum to the back of my throat. After the ninth blast, he went limp, and his cum literally filled my stomach. I popped his cock out of my mouth and squeezed the last drop of his milky fluid to the tip of his head where I licked it clean. Once I caught my breath, I examined his deflating cock and watching his balls sink down back into the lower regions of his sack. I noticed that I missed some cum, it must have leaked out on the sides of my mouth as he gushed into my throat. I took a moment and licked him clean.
After I was done, I got up and reached up towards his head as it was hanging limply backwards over the back of the chair. His eyes were closed, and his breathing which was rapid, was very slowly returning to normal. I put my hand on his chest and felt his heart still racing. I pulled on the wadded up shirt at his shoulder and noticed that he had bitten so hard on it, he tore a couple holes in it. I pulled it down covering this pure stud of a man, and started moving his cock back into his pants, when a dollop of white appeared. I bent over and licked it off, causing him to shudder. I poked his cock back towards his feet and did my best to button up his BDU's. That is when he moved and slowly got up, finishing my straightening of his clothes. "I have never cum that hard, I am a little dizzy."
"So the wife doesn't do this for you?" I asked
"No, she barely lets me fuck her, and only then with a rubber on and I have to shave my junk." He said, now with a down-ward cast of his eyes.
"Come here." I said as I put a hand on the back of his neck and moved in to kiss him. He passionately kissed me back and used his tongue to lick the inside of my mouth.
He broke the kiss and said, "I do like the taste of my own cum though. Even if sometimes I am getting it off the headboard behind me or fishing a glob out of my chest hair." He used his index finger and traced my lips, then sucked on it in his own mouth.
"Dude take a little rest, the check-point will not open up for another ten minutes." I said looking at my watch. He collapsed into the chair and put his boots up on the table, as I put back on my uniform coat and turned off the lights and left.
Ten minutes later I opened the door and shook him by the shoulder waking him. I got back into the safe and handed him his weapon. "This is the end of my shift, after this flight. I hope I get posted back to this gate area again." He said as he made himself presentable and walked out the door.
"Want my phone number?"
"Uh, hell yeah!!!" He said eagerly taking the post-it with my name and number on it. He put in is breast pocket and headed towards his station near security. When he was walking away, I could see he was still a little wobbly as his gait was a tad off center. I turned the other way and went to my gate for the next flight.
I completed my flight and delivered the packet to ops and when I came back upstairs, he was gone. My shift was ending, and I cleaned up my till and headed to the locker room to leave. When I came back after my days off, there was a National Guardsman at the security area. I asked about Jack and was told that his unit was stood-down and ended their `airport babysitting'. This guy was a real asshole and I walked away. I never heard from Jack, he never called. But I have all the memories!
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