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Summary:
Obie is a sales representative for a European based marketing firm, which requires extensive and continued travel within the continent and beyond.
As it often happens with corporate travel, opportunities to meet people during these trips, abound, and often occur. It can range from having dinner with a client, or meeting someone at the bar, in the hotel lobby. Then, there are the train stations and airports. For Obie, however, there was one very special encounter one day, at Orly Airport, near Paris...
Oh, a few details about Obie. He's 29,handsome, fair skinned, dark hair, hazel eyes, 5'11, and weighs 145 pounds. He's also hairy, hung and uncut. Born on Malta, he
has British, Italian and Greek ancestry, is multilingual and has a commanding, intense, highy sensual personality, which at times, opens many doors, professionally and privately.
Damn, I can't believe I overslept again and I've got to get to the airport in time to catch the nonstop flight to Nicosia. Fuck, I should had set the alarm clock for 7AM before falling asleep last night..
I better hurry up if I want to make it to the gate on time for the 10AM departure. I have that all important meeting at the hotel at 2PM and there is no way I can screw things up by missing that Air France flight!
( Obie rushes to take a quick shower, grabs a protein bar and some apple juice, his luggage and runs outside to hail a cab for Orly Airport, arriving just in time for check in for the flight to Cyprus )
Finally, I made it...and it does not look like the flight is sold out. Maybe there won't be anyone sitting next to me and I can get some work done on my way to Nicosia.
Now, I just have to wait for 45 minutes and I can board the plane. Meanwhile, I will look at my messages on the company cell phone and, check out some of my fellow passengers, maybe someone will catch my eye....haha...
Hmmm....there's a cute guy just coming in to the gate area. He looks like a backpacker, on holiday from overseas. Wow, he's actually hot... `down Obie, down'.....
Discreetly looking at him from the distance, he's about 18, a tad scruffy, dark hair and eyes, about 5'5 and maybe, 135 pounds. He's wearing a t shirt, jeans and his hair, parted to the side. The guy looks like a young Tom Cruise.
Fuck...he's checking me out too...damn....now what...
He walks over to where I am sitting, next to the boarding gate. He smiles and asks if I am going to Nicosia or to the next stopover of the flight, Istanbul. I respond, that I am going to Cyprus on business and smile back, taken aback a bit by his forwardness. He also mentions Nicosia as his destination and that he will be staying at a local hostel.
He then, sits next to me and shares that he is, in fact, on a backpacking trip through Europe, a gift from his parents, back in South America. He introduces himself as Carlos and mentions he is from Lima, Peru. Being that I speak fluent Spanish, we hit it off immediately.
( At this point, Obie knows, something could' develop down the line, IF, they can somehow, hook up' in Cyprus, after the corporate meeting ).
So tell me Carlos, are you staying at a hostel in downtown Nicosia or outside the city. Carlos answered that his lodging would be, as it turned out, just 10 minutes walking distance from my hotel.
Smiling, I asked Carlos if he would like to join me for some beer and a bite to eat that night and I would then, show him around the town, which I knew quite well.
Carlos readily agreed, not before letting me know, he was actually more interested in getting into my pants.
Before I knew it, he placed his right hand, on my upper thigh and began rubbing it, as his fingers snaked closer to my growing bulge. Afraid that someone would see us, I quickly moved his hand away, trying not to seem rude.
Because I was headed to the meeting right from the airport on Cyprus, I was wearing a suit and tie, and looked very professional. A part of me, felt awkward that someone would see a young backpacker, pawing my upper leg, trying to get to my hard erection!
Somehow, Carlos did not get the memo, that `feeling up' guys at the airport gate, was not cool, even in liberal France.
After I managed to keep his hands away from my hard on, he asked where on the plane I would be sitting at. After revealing I was in business class, he seemed dissapointed. His seat assignment was all the way back in coach, near the lavs.
Looking over at him, I noticed that he too, was sporting a visible erection, there was actually a `wet spot' that he was trying to conceal, but it was actually getting bigger.
Smiling at him, I motioned to help cover it with his backpack.
Eventually, we boarded the aircraft, I took my seat in business class and he went all the way back to coach.
After take off and on board lunch, I decided to go into the economy section of the aircraft and see how Carlos was holding up. I then noticed that he was sitting in the last row, on the left side of the jet and had no one next to him.
The air conditioning back there was freezing, so Carlos, had a blanket over him and another on the empty seat next to his. I decided to sit on the empty chair and get to know a bit more of my new Peruvian backpacker friend.
It did not take long for things to get hard...very hard...and very wet. We both took notice that the last 3 rows, were virtually empty and that the flight attendents, were working from the galley in the middle of the aircraft.
We finally had enough privacy to give in to our impulses.
Carlos placed the other blanket over my lap, and quickly proceeded to unzip my pants, making my cock slip out from my cotton, no button fly boxers.
Licking his lips, he ducked under the blanket and wrapped his warm, wet lips around my uncut dick, as I held his head in place and allowed him to devour my manhood. My cockhead was covered in thick precum and he clearly loved the salty sweet flavour of my throbbing dong, as he also, began playing with my full, hairy balls.
He continued sucking my cock until I got too close and made him stop. I did not want to cum in his mouth, not yet....
Coming up for air, I mentioned that if he wanted, he could spend the night at my hotel and we could continue what we had started aloft later that night, after dinner and drinks.
Before long, the aircraft began it's descent into Nicosia and we landed on time. Carlos rode with me in my cab to town and I dropped him off at his hostel, before arriving at my hotel and that 2PM meeting.
Somehow, I tried my best to focus on the business conference, but my mind kept racing back to Carlos and his intense cocksucking. I wanted more, I wanted to be with him and explore his erotic passion and see where it all could lead to....