Airport Gate Encounter

By Obie

Published on Jun 14, 2022

Gay

Copyright 2022

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Summary

Obie had finished his business meeting in Nicosia and landed the new account for his firm back in the UK. His account contact, Nicos, asked him to stop by his office in a few days, to sign off on the deal.

While at the meeting, Obie, had become aroused, thinking about the coming evening with Carlos, and his hard cock, began leaking precum, staining his pants. By the time Obie, tried to cover his bulge with a newspaper, he was certain that Nick, sitting next to him, had noticed everything.

His gut told Obie, something could happen with Nicos, down the line, when, how and where, would remain to be seen. His total amount of days on Cyprus was just shy of a week, therefore, anything could indeed occur.

Once outside the business venue, Obie boarded a cab for his hotel and checked in. Quickly showering, he then walked over to the hostel were Carlos was staying. The two, dined out, went for drinks at a Greek taverna and ended up at a bar with a `back room', that Obie, was familiar with from prior visits to the island.

Inside the back room, Obie and Carlos, gave in to each other's pent up desires and began a rabid making out and frot session, that led them to `edge' several times, threatening to fill the inside of their jeans with days worth of hot, thick cum. They noticed that the darkened room was filled with other guys kissing, grinding, jerking off and even sucking cock. All this, was too much for Carlos and Obie to handle, and they left.


Hey Carlos, Obie said, my hotel is just a 10 minute walk from this bar, and we can go through a few back alleys and gain some time, maybe get there faster.

Sure said, Carlos. The two, sprinted through the nooks, alleyways and hidden passageways, hoping to get to the hotel as fast as possible. Both Obie and Carlos, had huge precum wet spots on their bulges, they hoped their t shirts would conceal it.

Upon arriving at the hotel, the lobby was empty and they reached Obie's room in no time. Once inside, Carlos was impressed by the luxury of Obie's junior suite, taking note of the furnishings, balcony, the nicely appointed bedroom and the sexy shower, nothing like his bare basics, spartan, shared hostel room, with bunk beds.

Obie offered Carlos a drink of scotch on the rocks, choosing a cold beer for himself.

Both sat opposite each other in the living room, quietly drinking, gazing upon themselves.

Feeling relaxed, smiling, they felt content, glad to finally be alone.

Obie was the first to ditch his sandals, then his t shirt. Carlos followed suit.

They began rubbing their bulges, causing their cocks to become fully erect. Once again, precum began flowing, the stains on their jeans grew even bigger. Soon, their dicks, were snaking down their legs, making the length, girth and cockheads, more than visible, through the thin, worn out denim fabric.

It was then, that Obie, took complete stock, of Carlos. A hunky, albeit slightly scruffy, young adult, not too muscular nor scrawny either. He looked like someone's son, finding his way around the world.

Obie noted his hairy arms, chest, stomach, a highly enticing treasure trail, leading to his erect penis. His face was that of a young Tom Cruise but without the latter's cocky attitude. His lips were meaty, moist, begging to be ravaged by his host.

Carlos noticed all the silent attention Obie was bestowing and that made him more confident, to initiate the inevitable....

Carlos got up. Walked over to Obie, leaned in and gave him a sloppy, wet, open mouth kiss, finding his tongue and wrestling with it, as he felt up his chest and trembling stomach.

Moaning, Obie, continued to rub his throbbing, precum leaking cock, while reaching out and feeling Carlos' erection, and for the first time, realising his Peruvian date for the night, was hung as much as he was, at least 8 ½ inches.

"Carlos, vamos a desnudarnos ", said Obie, ( Carlos, let's get naked )....

With that, both friends, slipped off their jeans and stood before each other, nude, hard, wet, ready to take each other to the far reaches of passion...riding on an instant attraction, which began at an airport gate at Paris, Orly Airport, just that very morning.

Taking Carlos by the hand, they stepped outside on the balcony, the

private verandah, shielded from the interior courtyard by fragrant orange blossom trees.

Obie stood behind Carlos and wrapped his arms around him, while pressing his rigid cock against his arse. He began kissing, licking and softly biting Carlos' neck, shoulders and ear lobes, making the young hunk from Lima, shudder from head to toe.

Obie began inserting his hot, wet tongue, inside Carlos' right ear, as if he was fucking it. This made Carlos begin to gyrate his hips and groan with pleasure. Obie felt Carlos hairy arse rub against his raging phallus, which elevated his degree of sexual arousal to the highest level and increasing even further, the preseminal fluid production from deep within his body. Within minutes, both would struggle not to ejaculate their thick semen.

Obie then, allowed his hand to find his friend's cock, which was now beyond erect, sopping wet with preseminal fluid. Obie made a circle, with his thumb and index finger, and bought it over Carlos' cockhead, letting it rest right under the ridge. He made sure the foreskin was entirely retracted. He then, took the remaining 3 fingers and wrapped them around the Peruvian's shaft and with the other hand, began cupping his hairy full balls, begging for release.

This made Carlos begin to get closer to the point of no return, judging from his moaning and trying not to lose his balance, from the deep pleasure Obie was providing him with.

Obie began masturbating Carlos, using his thumb and index finger in the "OK" sign configuration, for the better part of 10 minutes, all while playing with his full balls.

He alternated the up and down motions from slow and deliberate to fast and furious.

Effectively, Carlos came dangerously close to shooting his load all the way from the balcony down to the floor of the courtyard, at least 3 times.

In theory, Obie, was wanking Carlos off, using one of his favourite masturbation techniques, that never failed to produce some of the most intense orgasms he had experienced, while self pleasuring his cock.

Realising Carlos could ejaculate without warning, if he kept his hand on his cock, Obie instructed him to proceed back inside the junior suite. They both took sips of their drinks and stood once more, facing each other, this time, with a deepened understanding that their encounter was far more than just a random hookup, a would be, one night stand.

Obie looked into the eyes of Carlos and saw much more than a physical attraction.

There were already signs of an emotional bond developing, and for a moment, Obie, hesitated, given he was NOT into long distance relationships, however, he was too far gone to give that a second thought.

Taking Carlos in his arms and wrapping himself around him, he pressed his body, full frontal against his. Carlos felt Obie's pecs, hard nipples, hairy stomach, his swollen, precum drenched uncut cock and his muscular hairy legs, all at once. Both feeling dizzy, they held on to each other, while inhaling each other's breath, drenched in their mutual perspiration.

Obie found a dark corner, off the living room, a virtual niche, big enough for both. He placed Carlos against the wall and again, duplicated his body against his. This time, he added his relentless mouth to the combined sensual experience, kissing Carlos, long, hard and deep, while grinding his cock against the young man from Latin America.

This was, as Obie would later learn, the first time, Carlos would explore Frot as a sexual alternative to actual penetration and by the looks of things, he was clearly enjoying it.

Obie, continued deep kissing Carlos, fucking his mouth with his tongue, while ramming his dick against his. They picked up speed, faster, harder, faster and much harder, until they froze, at the same time, suddenly noticing that perhaps it was too late to turn back. Their semen had reached the point of eruption, but somehow, prevented cumming by a split second.

However, looking down at their cocks, they noticed that there was a grayish, white substance, mixed in with the heavy, thick preseminal fluid, that had been seeping out all night. It was actual sperm, semen, that had nonetheless escaped, not an actual full ejaculation, but a fraction of one.

They took notice of the look, feel and smell of the erotic, manly substance, preseminal nectar and actual semen. The essence of man. The definition of manhood.

Obie scooped some from his cockhead, bought it to his mouth and tasted it. Yumm....so fucking delicious...salty, sweet, a bit tangy.....

Wanting Carlos to taste it, he kissed him, open mouth, so he could transfer the fluid into him. Carlos moaned and shook, as he reveled in the taste of his hot date's cock juice.

Carlos then, did the same, and gave Obie a taste of his combined penis mixture, which made both of them shudder as they continued making out and grinding their manhoods into a frenzy of lust and primal desire.

Making their way back to the living room, Obie wanted to give Carlos what he craved most since meeting at the airport back in France.

He took Carlos and laid him on the sofa, face up. He placed his head on a cushioned armrest and proceeded to stand right behind him.

Looking down on Carlos, he took in the sensuality of his naked, hairy body, his throbbing, wet penis and his beautiful, warm lips. Obie decided it was time for Carlos to receive his cock and suck it mercilessly, perhaps even to completion.

Carlos, tilted his head backwards to accept Obie's cock and began licking the glans like a lollipop, flicking his wet, hot tongue against the top and bottom of the sensitive, precum leaking meatus. Without warning, Carlos went all in and took Obie's dong all the way, down to the base, and proceeded to suck in earnest.

He then, surprised Obie by wrapping his wet, hot lips, around the base of his cock, just like a cockring, trapping all the blood inside the shaft and making the head flare up and become far more sensitive, producing globs of preseminal fluid, which he hungrily ate.

While keeping his lips tightly wrapped at the base of Obie's steel hard cock, he began running his tongue up and down the underside of the leaking dick, all the way to the head, around, and under. Within a few minutes, Carlos knew that if he kept this up, Obie would surely erupt like a volcano, overflowing his mouth with hot semen.

He decided to go for it. Carlos started fisting his own member, while sucking Obie off, this time with far more suction and speed. His hand gripped his cock, masturbating it with savage abandon, while Obie practically cried from intense pleasure, getting closer and closer to ejaculating in his friend's mouth.

Gyrating his hips, with perverse lewdness, Obie, fucked Carlos in the mouth, while cupping his full, heavy balls. Sensing he was too close to stop his orgasm, he told Carlos in Spanish....Quieres mi leche de macho ? ( You want my man milk )???

Carlos only nodded, while he pumped his cock into oblivion.

Obie lurched forward and cried out....I'm CUMMMINGGG, OHHHH FUCK, I AM CUMMING CARLOS!!!!!!!!!!!!! CUMMING IN YOUR HOT MOUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Suddenly, torrents of thick, white, salty sweet semen, spurted out of Obie's member, straight into the waiting mouth of Carlos, whom at that precise moment, totally lost it and let loose his own load, straight into the air and then landing on his heaving stomach, chest and face, also splashing on the sofa.

Obie was still ejaculating into his mouth, what easily felt like 6-7 jets of cum.

A few minutes later, dizzy, sweaty, bathed in perpiration, both men, stood up and kissed, this time, romantically, with the sweetness of lovers.

Laughter ensued. Both felt invaded by endorphins.

Relaxed and glowing with the effects of having given each other so much in so little time, they drank some ice cold water, jumped in the shower and within minutes, collapsed in bed, falling asleep in each other's arms.

The morning would bring much more.

Next: Chapter 4


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