Bumped

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The one good thing about the TSA security lines, Eric reflected, was the opportunity for people-watching. Specifically, guy-watching. Especially now, at Christmas, at a big airport like JFK, when the usual diverse mix of travelers was enhanced even more, all the guys heading home for the holidays. Dads with their families, solo business-types like himself, young college dudes heading home for the winter break. It was just window-shopping, sure, but the line didn't seem to be going anyplace, so why not enjoy the sights?

Like the young guy a little ways ahead of him. He was one of a twosome, from the looks of it, a couple of collegiate-looking bros, heading home for the holiday. A nice frame on him, broad-shouldered under his sweatshirt, short, neatly cut dark hair showing under his ballcap, atop a solid neck. More than that, though, the dude had an ass on him, big and round and solid in his grey jeans, supported by two strong-looking legs. Hell of a sight, and one Eric's eyes kept returning to, as the line shuffled slowly, incrementally forward, doubling back on itself over and over.

Eric had long ago learned not to get too uptight about all this. He had PreCheck and all the other shit a seasoned flyer needed, but still, it was always going to be a clusterfuck this close to the holidays. No sense succumbing to the anxiety and the bad vibes and pissing and moaning like half the other people here. The line was the line. Getting uptight and pissy about it wouldn't get you any closer to the end of it.

He'd given himself plenty of time to get through all the hurdles, especially given the way the weather was going. The rest of it was out of his hands — all he could do was keep his eyes on the prize, and take the time to enjoy the sights along the way. Like that young dude's ass, appearing and reappearing in his line of sight as the people between them shifted. It stood out like a beacon. Eric casually studied the shape of it, the strong arc of the muscles beneath the denim, and started to entertain ideas about how it might look, freed from the dude's close-fitting jeans. How the kid might look, bent over Eric's bed, as he skinned his underwear down and...

Keep thinking that way and you're gonna embarrass yourself, he thought to himself with a little smirk, feeling his cock shift inside his own jeans.

The line shifted again, the hot-ass dude and his buddy rounding the curve up ahead as the line doubled back, and now Eric could see his face. Yeah, nice, he thought. A good-looking young dude — no fashion model or anything, but definitely on the eye-catching end of the boy-next-door spectrum. Clean-shaven, a collection of regular features that together combined to become more than the sum of their parts. Eric thought he was being pretty subtle at taking in the sight of him, but then the dude glanced up in his direction, his eyes meeting Eric's under the brim of his ballcap. For a second, their gazes locked, and Eric noted the way the dude's eyes shifted, a quick downward sweep over his frame, then back up to look up at him again. Eric knew that look well, that quick visual inventorying of another guy, and he felt a nice tingle of added interest. Even more when the dude gave him an almost shy half-smile, cutting his gaze away from Eric's, a little blush on his creamy cheeks.

Damn, kid, if you knew what I'd do with you... Eric thought, his cock tingling with interest inside his boxer briefs. Something about the way the dude had slyly checked him out, not so obviously that his buddy might have noticed, felt like permission to Eric. He wasn't the leering type, and this wasn't one of the bars, where it was implied that you and all the other dudes were there for the same reason, and could be as frank with your gaze and your intentions as you wanted to be. But Eric traveled a lot, and in his experience, the airport was as cruisy a place as any public space. Seemed alright to do it now. After all, they were just a couple of travelers, each no doubt headed in opposite directions once they got through the security line. There wasn't any harm in it — just the opposite, really. Even if you never got any further than the checking-each-other out stage, it was a fun game, and a nice boost to the ego, having some good-looking, hot-assed college kid check you out. The perfect start to a much-needed vacation.

Now that they were more or less facing each other, either side of the makeshift barrier corralling everyone, the dude's eyes kept subtly returning to Eric. Yep — the game was definitely on now, both players on the court. Eric thought he presented pretty well himself — he'd always been fit and considered himself to be more than decent-looking. He'd never had much trouble finding another guy to get naked with, especially in a target-rich environment like Manhattan. He'd dressed for his flight sequence today in a way that was comfortable and stylish enough, he hoped, to bolster his chances at an upgrade — designer jeans that accentuated his strong, athletic thighs, a button-down shirt on the dressier side of casual, a lightweight linen blazer that said business class-ready. He subtly squared his shoulders, knowing his pecs would present a little more and put a little gap in the button-down, waited for the dude's buddy to look away, and gave him a casual, friendly, but appraising look. The other guy looked at him and gave him a twitch of a smile. Yep, no doubt about it — he was interested, alright.

As the line wound its way towards the checkpoint, Eric alternated between looking at his phone and giving the dude more casual, appraising glances. Nearly every time, he found them being returned, even when the dude was in conversation with his buddy. No matter where they were positioned in the line relative to each other, they kept on homing in on one another, eyes meeting across the crowd, sharing friendly, yet unmistakable glances. Eric hadn't had such a sustained, low-key flirtation outside of the bar in forever, and found himself digging the slow, subtle vibe of it all.

By the time they were on the home stretch of the line, approaching the podium for passport inspection, Eric was nursing a bit of an instant crush on Hot Ass Bro, as he'd come to think of him, and found himself idly hoping they were both headed the same way. The dude hadn't once seemed bored, or agitated — just calm and patient and cute as hell, with his casually friendly smile and his furtive glances meeting Eric's. For a little while there, it had started feeling like it was just the two of them, separated by other bodies or the nylon barrier, everything and everyone else just backdrop to this little dance. Two bodies in motion, moving towards the same endpoint. Just a shared moment in time, nothing at all in the grand scheme of things, really. But hell, nice while it lasted.

He followed the dude's back as he cleared the passport station and headed for the X-ray machines, savoring one last glance at that fine high, tight and rounded ass, and then the dude and his buddy were passing through the scanners and heading for the gates. Eric shrugged internally, thankful at least for the diversion from the slow-moving drudgery, and stepped forward towards the podium as he consigned the image of the dude to memory.

The airline employees seemed tense, and they weren't the only ones. People's eyes were glued to the TVs at the gates, where the news was all about the weather, and the big bad storm approaching the Northeast. It was the worst possible thing to happen at the worst possible time, all these people trying to get someplace else, nerves already tight with holiday stress, wound even tighter at the notion that their flight might be grounded, or delayed. For his part, Eric maintained his zen about it — he was on vacation, after all, with nobody awaiting him on the other end of his flight sequence. If delays happened, they happened. Not much you could do about it, and that's why he carried travel insurance. Besides, he'd requalified for status with the airline back in the fall, so if worse came to worst, he'd probably be one of the first passengers they took care of.

He pulled up the book app on his phone and settled in for the wait. He'd put in about 200 days on the road this year, since moving into the new job, and had gotten pretty good at tuning travel noise out. But after awhile, he could feel it, a weird tugging on his subconscious, in the periphery. It wasn't somebody else's conversation, or the flight announcements overhead; it was that vaguely prickly sensation of being observed. Eric flicked his eyes up from the phone screen and around the steadily gathering crowd at the gate.

Shit, how many people are on this fucking plane? he thought. And then: Oh shit... hello there.

Hot Ass Bro was sitting a couple rows away, facing him, trying to covertly look at him. Eric caught the dude's eyes on his, clocked the way he looked away and blushed a little again, and felt the corner of his mouth twitch in a smile. He waited for the dude's gaze to return to him, half-hidden below the curved brim of his Drake University ballcap, like he knew it would. When it did, Eric nodded at him and gave him a smile. The dude blushed a little harder, but smiled back, and Eric pretty much decided on the spot that he was going to do his best to have him. Fuck it. His vacation started now. This dude was on the same flight, and his buddy was nowhere to be seen, so the odds had just shifted substantially in his favor.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen..." droned the PA overhead, in the studiedly cheerful voice of the gate agent. "For our passengers flying Atlantic Flight 9411 to London, we'd like to let you know we're experiencing a slight delay due to some prior flight cancellations. Currently we're oversold for our flight to London today due to the need to reaccommodate some passengers from those previous flights, and we're looking for some volunteers to be reaccommodated on another flight to make room. Please speak with one of us here at the gate if you'd like to be rebooked. Thank you."

Impressive, Eric thought. Managed to use that bullshit word twice, when what she means is somebody's gonna get bumped.

He looked around, at the way faces hardened at the prospect of not getting on their flight, not getting to where they wanted to be, or were expected to be. Getting stuck in this stupid airport any longer than necessary. A flight to Des Moines or Tulsa or whatever, they might have had some takers. But all Eric could see was disinterest, aggressive disinterest at that. And then he got to thinking.

The trick was to gauge just how desperate the gate agents were to get passengers off the plane, and how determined the passengers were to stay on. London was a longer flight, overseas, international, a bigger deal, more expensive. Something you really planned for. People traveling to England in winter had to be pretty motivated to get there. For his part, Eric was just transiting there, on his way to sunnier shores for a couple weeks. He could afford to tweak that plan. He just had to make sure it was worth his while.

There was still plenty of time, so he got up and wandered over to the Starbucks nearby, keeping an eye on the gathering horde at the gate as it grew a little more restless. Nobody was stepping up to the desk — no takers yet, from the looks of it. A few minutes passed, and he saw Hot Ass Bro look around, look over to the Starbucks, at him in the line. The guy waited a beat, then shouldered his backpack, stood up, and started to make his way over in Eric's direction. He tried not to grin, just took in the sight of the dude's nicely broad shoulders in his sweatshirt, the athletic but unshowy way his body moved as he walked Eric's way, and joined the line.

Eric lingered at the far end of the counter, waiting on his drink, and waiting on Hot Ass Bro to make his way there too, playing it cool, not too cruisy. This dude wasn't like the usual type of guy Eric encountered in New York — young enough to be curious, but old enough to have some idea what he was getting into, not as outwardly confident about what he wanted and playing the game. A straight-presenting college kid from some small college town, starting to get a feel for the possibilities ahead of him. Eric liked that. He'd been that guy himself not so long ago, a little shy, a little nervous, even a little embarrassed about the raging fires that burned beneath the normal, presentable exterior he'd cultivated through high school and college. When he'd arrived in New York a half-dozen years ago, he was a lot like this dude, and now he smiled to himself as he contemplated the possibilities and the journey that awaited the kid, halfway wishing he could go back and relive them all over again himself.

But he wasn't that kid anymore. He was on the cusp of 30, starting to get into what he considered his prime, fit and attractive and pretty successful. A lot more worldly than the kid who'd landed here in the Big Apple at 23. A lot more experience under his belt, literally and figuratively. If his intuition about this dude was correct, Eric was exactly the kind of guy he might need. Kind of like a mentor, really. He'd never thought of himself in that way before, and he found it an interesting mix of heat, responsibility, and possibility.

Hot Ass Bro sidled up to the end of the counter — not beside him, exactly, but in close, conversational proximity. In spite of the noise of the terminal and the coffee shop around them, there was a kind of quiet between them, waiting to be filled. Eric was just about to step up and bridge the gap, when the dude spoke up.

"Crazy busy," he said, his voice nice and deep, youthful but manly in its way too. Eric turned to look at him, gave him a good smile and a nod.

"You headed to London too?" the dude asked, smiling back a little nervously, but Eric could see he was trying, and that was the important part.

"Yeah, just transiting there though," Eric said. "On my way to Vietnam for a break. You?"

"Vietnam? Wow, nice," the guy said, looking impressed. "I'm heading back to spend Christmas with my Mum. If this plane ever leaves, I guess. Or if they don't push me off to make room for somebody else."

Eric could hear it now, the faint trans-Atlantic accent traces in the dude's voice. Not quite wholly American, like a foreign actor trying to nail the accent down, and mostly succeeding. He smiled sympathetically at him — probably riding one of the cheaper seats towards the back of the plane, exactly the kind of passenger the airlines knew they could push around when they needed to.

"Sounds like that's what they're looking to do," Eric said, nodding his head back towards the gate desk. "Doesn't have to be that bad, though. And you can make them make it worth your while."

"Yeah?" the dude said, and Eric could see he definitely had an opportunity here. He nodded and gave the dude an easy grin.

"If you're flexible, and don't need to be there first thing in the morning, it can be worth seeing what they're offering to bump you," he said. The guy looked interested, albeit a little skeptical.

"I saw that guy they dragged off the plane in Chicago when he wouldn't give up his seat," the dude frowned. "Busted up his face and all that."

"That's exactly why they can be a little more... flexible now," Eric said. "Give you a voucher, maybe even a little cash, maybe an upgrade on the next flight out, if you get it right."

Eric's drink arrived, and he gave the dude a look, an opportunity to consider what he was saying. An opportunity to create a window for something fun to happen, maybe.

"Are you thinking about volunteering?" the dude asked. 10 minutes ago, Eric hadn't been thinking about it, but he sure was now.

"I dunno yet," he said. "I don't have to be there first thing. They'll rebook me to Asia if they have to. Worth seeing what they'll offer, right?"

He picked up his drink from the bar and waited to see what the dude would do next. He could see the wheels turning in his head, and he thought things might turn out real interesting.

"Well, I'm gonna go check it out," he said to the dude. "I'll let you know what I find out."

He took his drink and made his way back across the gate, pretty confident he had the dude's interest. The ball was in the guy's court now.

The gate agent looked stressed, but hopeful when Eric enquired about volunteering. She was tapping on her keyboard, looking at the next flight to London to see if they had space, when Eric felt the presence of somebody next to him at the counter. He looked over and gave Hot Ass Bro a good smile, one the guy returned, again with the trace of a blush on his cheeks.

"They're pretty jammed up," he said to the guy. "Nobody's offering to give their seat up, and the next flight over isn't until the morning."

"We do have quite a few seats available on that flight," the gate agent said with a bright, encouraging smile.

"Anything up in the front of the plane?" Eric asked, leaning on the charm a little, giving the overworked agent a big smile. "I think my buddy and I would be very interested in that, right?"

He looked over at Hot Ass Bro, eyebrows arched questioningly, seeing if the dude would play along. He wasn't trying to force the guy's hand, but he figured two made a better negotiating front than one, and he'd bet his ticket the younger guy didn't have Eric's experience working with airline employees. And his instincts told him the guy was amenable to all kinds of ideas.

Hot Ass Bro looked back at him, then nodded, mirroring Eric's smile. Yeah, the game was on, alright.

"I think we can arrange that for you gentlemen," the agent said with an air of relief.

"And is there any other compensation for our lost time?" Eric asked, turning up the charm a little more to ease the way for The Ask. "We'd be very willing to help you guys out, if you're willing to help us out."

"We can offer you meal vouchers, a hotel room since you'll be delayed overnight, and a travel voucher for a future flight..."

"How about cash?" Eric said, giving her his very best smile. "Cash would definitely make it worth our time."

"I'm not sure if I..." the agent began.

"Well, I mean, we're gonna be stuck here in New York overnight," Eric said in his best I know you want what I want tone, the one that worked so well with his corporate clients. "It's an expensive town. I travel a lot of miles on Atlantic," he added. "I'm sure your supervisor is empowered to help us all come to a good solution for everyone, right?"

The agent wavered a little, but Eric knew when he was getting his way, and it was working now, he could feel it.

"I can offer you $1350..." she began, and Eric cut in smoothly, trying to make it seem like it was her idea.

"If you can make it $2000, cash," he said, smiling his most appealing smile, "for each of us, you have a deal. Right buddy?"

There was a subtle psychology in everything, after all. You just had to get your counterpart to see that what you wanted was what they wanted too. He sure hoped Hot Ass Bro was paying attention. He wanted the guy to want what Eric wanted as well. He looked over to him again, and the guy just nodded, wide-eyed. Eric was willing to bet two grand in the hand could get a college kid to do just about anything. So to speak. He sure hoped so.

"So... can we do that? Cash, and seats in business on the morning flight, yes?" he asked, sensing victory in his grasp.

The gate agent looked at him like she was making up her mind, cut her eyes to the other gate agent, then nodded, asked for their boarding passes, and looked intently at her computer screen as she worked the keyboard. Hot Ass Bro watched the back-and-forth with interest.

"I have you in 2A and 2C, on the 10am flight tomorrow," she said. "We've rebooked your onward flight to Saigon into Business as well, Mr. Taylor. We can't offload your bags, unfortunately, so you'll need to collect them at baggage services at Heathrow when you get there. I'll need to get my supervisor to cut you both a check, but otherwise, you're all set. I'll give you a letter you can take to the customer service desk, and they'll set you up with everything else."

"Thanks, I'm glad we could help each other out," Eric said smoothly, giving her his best smile again. "You OK with all that, bud?" he asked his potential new friend.

"Sounds great to me," the guy said, looking slightly dazzled by the whole thing.

"Well," Eric said, feeling pretty damn good about everything, all things considered. "Looks like both our plans have changed. What do you say we get a drink?"

The food vouchers Atlantic had given them covered a couple of rounds of drinks and a burger at the terminal, and it wasn't until the first round that Eric finally learned Hot Ass Bro's name — Sebastian. Not a name you heard all that often, but apparently fairly common in the UK, where he'd been born. Seb, as he said he liked to be called, was 21, his parents long ago divorced, his American ex-serviceman father back living in Pennsylvania, his English mother remarried and living just outside London. He seemed like a smart guy, majoring in Poli Sci at Drake, with an eye to doing something in Europe after he graduated. Once he'd gotten pretty deep into his first beer, he'd loosened up, let his charm show through, and by that point, it wasn't just his fantastic ass that had Eric more than a little hooked on this fresh-faced, handsome young dude.

"You play any sports?" Eric asked, taking his time as he took in the breadth of Seb's chest and shoulders, the way his biceps subtly swelled the sleeves of his hoodie. Nothing outrageous about his build, just a fit, healthy young man in great shape, like a lot of young men were. Like Eric himself was, and he was seriously digging the increasingly unsubtle way Seb was appraising him, too. He signaled the waitress for another round of draft beers. Big ones.

"Not seriously, just some club rugby," Seb shrugged modestly. "Drake has a pretty solid team. I always figured if we'd stayed in England, instead of coming over here, I probably would have grown up playing it."

"Rugby, nice," Eric said, feeling an extra layer of heated buzz in his belly. Damn, but he loved a rugby-built dude. "You've definitely got the frame for it, I can tell."

"Can you?" Seb said, showing a little bit of the playful grown man beneath his youthful exterior. "You ever play? You're pretty solid yourself, man."

"No," Eric chuckled, "I just work out pretty regular. But I've known a dude or two who did. Fun guys."

"Oh really," Seb said with a sly sort of grin, and Eric had a pretty damn clear vision of those full, smiling lips sliding up and down the length of his cock. Down, boy, he thought again, grinning himself. "I bet they were."

Yeah, you're game, ain't you kid, Eric thought. The waitress delivered two fresh, tall steins of beer to the table, and when Eric shifted to the side to help make room for her to set them down, his knee brushed up against Seb's solid one under the table. Seb didn't pull his back — if anything, he nudged it a little more against Eric's. Eric had a real good feeling about how this unexpected change of plans was turning out.

"Guess I got a fun night ahead at the airport hotel," Seb said, looking at the little folder the Atlantic rep had given them with their hotel and food vouchers. "Without a change of clothes, either."

"You didn't pack a spare set of underwear and socks?" Eric said, clicking his tongue with mock disapproval as Seb shook his head and took a long pull on his beer.

"Guess you better be careful with them, then," Eric said, unable to not think about this strapping college rugby player in his skivvies, liking the image his active imagination was coming up with. "I always carry a spare set, just in case of stuff like this."

"Guess I'll know for next time," Seb said, setting down his half-empty glass, stifling a deep burp behind one hand as Eric chuckled. "'Scuse me."

Eric could see him gearing up to say something else, Seb giving him a quietly assessing look. It was good to see him a little bit less shy, a little bit more emboldened, showing the man he was under his youthful, clean-cut exterior. Eric wanted to see a whole lot more of that man.

"Or," Seb said, settling back in his seat, giving Eric a kind of frank, good-natured smile, "I guess I could get back to the hotel room and just... not wear them."

Eric stifled a grunt at that, at the suddenly direct look this kid was giving him, at the image of him completely naked and splayed out on a hotel bed. Yeah. He liked what he was picturing, a lot.

"That's not a bad plan," Eric said, keeping his voice level, picking up his beer while he assessed the shift in the conversation. He didn't want either the kid or himself to think he was trying to lead this whole situation somewhere unsavory — at least, not in a bad way — but it seemed like Seb was playing this on his own terms too. Like he was up for a little adventure, now that the opportunity had been handed to them both.

"I might just do the same thing," he said after a long swallow of his beer, setting the stein down with a decisive thump. Seb was watching him with that level, good-natured, interested look, and Eric decided he was going to fuck this guy. Start his vacation off in style.

"I was thinking about heading over there pretty soon, actually," Seb said, looking down at the table for a hesitant second.

"Good idea," Eric said evenly. "Being at the airport sucks if you're not going anywhere." He looked for their waitress and nodded for the check. "Let's go find that shuttle."

"One sec," Seb said as they passed by Atlantic customer service again, and Eric followed a few paces behind as the big young dude detoured by the desk.

"Ma'am, I don't think we need two rooms," he said. "If somebody else could use this, I'd be happy to take another food voucher instead, so I could get breakfast or something."

The agent looked surprised, but pleasantly so. Seb's polite college-boy manners and his clean-shaven cuteness could be just as effective as Eric's more experienced, suave affect. For his part, Eric was just as surprised. The kid was stepping up, making a bold move of his own. Eric couldn't help but grin at him admiringly. Didn't hurt that the way he leaned on the counter made that strong, shapely ass of his pop. It had been a minute since Eric had last scoped it out, and it seemed like it had just gotten better and better in the meantime.

"It's a pretty nice hotel," the agent said, smiling but a little skeptical. Nobody ever gave up anything for free, especially not at the airport. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Seb said, turning to give Eric a broad smile that had a little bit more going on under the surface. Catching Eric looking covetously at his solid, powerful haunches. "Me and my bud can handle it. It's just one night, after all. Right bro?"

"Yeah, we'll figure out the bed arrangements," Eric said, smiling right back at his new buddy, and damn if the young dude's eyes weren't practically twinkling. Cute little fucker, you're more trouble than you look, Eric thought, and he had to stop himself from hitching at his belt as he contemplated the possibilities.

"Maybe trade for a lounge pass," Eric suggested, because the kid might as well get something else out of the deal.

"That'd be great," Seb said, smiling earnestly at the agent, and Eric was pretty sure he wasn't the only person here who wanted to jump this hot dude's handsome bones. "For the both of us?"

Attaboy, Eric thought, feeling a kind of pride. The kid learned fast. A good sign.

Seb plonked himself down right next to Eric on the bench seat of the hotel shuttle, his big rugby-player thigh pressed companionably up against Eric's. Eric stifled a little noise, shooting the dude a quick, amused look, eyebrow arching a little. Seb shot a look back, a flash of white teeth in a quick smile under the rolled brim of his ballcap, before he turned his gaze forward again to the window across from them. You're killing me, kid, Eric thought as his loins perked up. Neither of them moved to pull away, the thunking ride of the bus jostling their legs together as they rode in quiet.

"Strong move back there," Eric finally said as they approached the Crowne Plaza. "You sure about this, bud?"

Seb looked over at him with that game smile.

"Fuck it," he said. "I figure we found ourselves in an adventure. Might as well see where it leads, right?"

He pressed his thigh up against Eric's, and it definitely wasn't the movement of the bus. Suddenly, Eric could feel his cock getting hard, and he was thankful for the dim overhead lights and the dark outside. He leaned over, voice low, just loud enough for Seb to hear over the clatter of the diesel engine.

"I like the way you think, kid," he said, and even in the low light, he could tell the good-looking dude was blushing a little again. But he was smiling just as wide as ever. "And I'm looking forward to wherever it goes."

There was a minute there, maybe a bit less, after the room door closed behind them, where things could have gone very differently. Seb stepped in behind Eric, both of them setting their carry-on bags down and checking out the room, which seemed fine, reasonably upscale, a big bed in the middle of it, not much else to see. Eric turned and Seb was already looking at him, half nervous, half expectant, and he thought, This is where you pull the ripcord, kid, but then Seb's handsome features rearranged themselves, his brow knotting with concentration, and he stepped up to Eric, closing the few feet's gap between them with athletic quickness.

One way or another, Eric had been ready for this ever since he'd seen this dude back in the security line, but he still got a pleasant tingle of hot surprise up his spine when Seb reached for his chin, leaned in, and kissed him, barely hesitating at all. The dude was young and hungry, and it took no time at all for their lips to figure each other out, Seb letting out a soft noise as Eric grunted willingly in response and let the kid show him what he could do.

What he could do was kiss. He was eager, for sure, a little amped up, but after the initial contact, that subsided a little, and his natural instincts and ability took over. His lips were soft but strong, mobile, coaxing Eric's very willing ones into the kiss, lips parting, moistening the contact deliciously. Eric found himself super fucking hungry for this young dude, but he held back, let the guy find his groove, before he cupped the base of his skull and leaned into the kiss, showing Seb what he could do in return. He flicked his tongue against Seb's parted lips, and was greeted with a soft, shuddering sigh as they parted some more. Eric grunted encouragingly as he felt the tip of Seb's tongue lash against his, almost tentative at first, then with more assurance, and then he met it more fully, connecting with the spit-wet muscle as his tongue slid inside the young dude's hot, eager mouth for more.

Eric's cock was like a crowbar in his jeans, and when he pressed up against Seb's strong young form, he found the dude in exactly the same state. Good. Nothing boned Eric the fuck up like a good makeout session, and clearly this hot young guy was made of the same stuff. Eric took hold of one of Seb's solid hips with one hand, holding him close, and then let it slide over the handsome, solid swell of that fantastic ass that had first caught his eye a few hours ago. Seb shivered and grunted again, pressing himself more into Eric, giving him permission to squeeze and caress that fine piece of assflesh even more. Eric growled his approval into Seb's mouth, and brought his other hand down too cup the other side of the kid's ass, squeezing it firmly as Seb hunched his hard cockbulge against Eric's and let him feel him up.

After a few solid, increasingly hungry and heated minutes of delicious tongue exchange, grunting and grinding into each other, Seb's strong hands finding their way to Eric's ass to manhandle it like his was being, Eric pulled back, giving them both a chance to catch their breath. Seb had a kiss-dopey look on his face, leaning in to chase Eric's retreating mouth before he snapped out of it and blushed. Eric chuckled and ruffled the kid's hair.

"You good, bud?" he asked. "We don't have to go any further than this..."

"Are you fucking kidding me, bro?" Seb said. "Ever since I saw you checking me out back in the security line, I've been wondering..."

"Wondering what?" Eric asked, one hand still on the dude's ass, the other squeezing his hip. He put a little bit of growl in his voice, just to let this hot young dude know what was up. This was man time, now. A time to say what you want, and go after it.

Seb looked a little wide-eyed at that, like he hadn't been expecting to put into words whatever he was thinking about. Maybe he'd never had the chance, with another guy.

"Shit... I guess... wondering..." he said, blushing a little again as Eric fixed his smiling, yet hungry-eyed gaze on him and gave his delicious ass another good, strong, encouraging squeeze. "What I'd... what we might do... what you'd maybe wanna do..."

"You wanna know what I've been wanting to do with you ever since the line?" Eric half-growled. Seb nodded mutely. Eric pressed forward, backing Seb up against the wall, letting him feel the length of hard cock throbbing inside Eric's jeans pressing against him. Eric leaned in and nuzzled his lips up the line of Seb's jaw, savoring the faint growth of evening stubble there as he made his way up to the kid's ear.

"Maybe I should just show you... if you want me to," Eric murmured into his ear, feeling the big young dude shiver a little, sensing more than feeling him nodding wordlessly as he stuttered out a raggedy breath of excitement.

"Ain't gonna hurt you, bro," Eric half-growled. "We're gonna make each other feel fuckin' amazing, I know it."

With that, he took hold of Seb's hips and kissed him again, his way this time, hungry and assertive, glad to feel the dude kissing him back just as hungrily as they writhed together, Seb's broad back pinned up against the hotel room wall. Eric's hands slipped up under Seb's hoodie, over the T-shirt underneath, feeling the firm young solidity of his torso, the excited heave of his taut stomach. His hands drifted back down to the big ripe swell of his ass, though, taking hold of it with both hands again, starting to move them away from the wall as one, steering their entwined bodies towards the bed.

"I liked what you said earlier, about not wearing any clothes tonight," Eric grinned.

"We've still gotta fly in em tomorrow," Seb grinned back. "We should get out of em."

"I knew you and me would get along just fine," Eric said, reaching for the bottom of Seb's hoodie and tugging on it.

The kid was nice and fit, alright — Eric had a real good eye for that, and even under the hoodie, he could tell Seb had more than a superb ass and broad shoulders to work with. He was a solid young dude, thick in a way that could easily become beefy, if he wanted to. Eric ran his hands covetously over the swells of his pecs beneath his T-shirt, the thickness of his biceps, down over his solid core. Seb wasn't ripped like one of the Instagram boys, but that was more than OK by Eric — he liked the feel of a man, strong and solid, even better when it was a young man like this guy, with plenty of potential to ripen into his full, manly physical prime. Seb looked like the kind of guy who maybe took after his daddy physically, and that thought struck Eric as extra pleasing, for some reason.

Eric made short work of Seb's T-shirt, and let out a hungry little sound as he took in the solid, creamy swell of Seb's pecs, crowned with two big, dark pink nipples that practically begged to be sucked on. So he did just that, latching his lips onto first one, then the other, lavishing each rapidly stiffening teat with his experienced tongue, loving the deep-chested moans Seb let out above him, the way the dude's strong young hands plucked at his shirt and his frame, stroking the back of his head as he succumbed to the pleasure Eric was giving him.

"Let me see you too, man," Seb half-moaned, and Eric unlatched himself from the kid's right nip with a big grin, pulling his head in to kiss him again. There was no hesitation at all in Seb's kiss, just hungry, youthful lust and yearning, backed up with an eager, agile tongue. Eric felt Seb's fingers yanking at his shirt, trying to pull it free from his jeans, and he reached down to help him out, unbuckling his belt and undoing the top button of his pants, tugging up on the tails of it. Seb did the rest, kissing him manfully as his fingers worked the shirt buttons open, running the flat of his palms up over the muscles beneath Eric's undershirt, making a pleased, hungry noise around Eric's tongue as he felt him up.

"Shit, nice," Seb murmured once Eric tugged the undershirt off, and sure, maybe he'd tightened his muscles up a little for added effect, but Eric had a real good build, his muscles strong and manly, still nicely pumped from his workout this morning. New York was a competitive market, after all, and you had to stay in decent shape if you wanted to play the game.

Seb's eyes, and then his fingers, went to the thatch of dark fur that forested the valley between Eric's pecs, fanning out over the strong muscles, up to his collarbone, and then down in a solid fur trail, fanning out again above the waistband of his underwear. Eric gave him a nod and a smile as the kid stroked the fur, savoring the feel of it, no doubt comparing his almost hairless younger chest. Eric let out a deep, approving noise of pleasure as Seb's fingers stroked over his nipples, making the dark flesh peak immediately, sending twin tingles down through Eric's core to his loins.

"Dude, you're hot as hell," Seb said, and shit, what more could a man want to hear than that?

"So are you, big guy," Eric rumbled, reaching for the back of Seb's neck again and drawing him back in close. "So the fuck are you."

Eric's hands found Seb's thighs before his eyes did, eagerly unwrapping the dude's lower body like a Christmas present — and shit, it was Christmas, so why the fuck not? They were as strong as a rugby player's should be, long and thick at the top, packed with powerful young muscles, long quads bulging along thighs that thickened up beautifully the further up Eric's hands went, disappearing beneath the legs of black boxer briefs that just accentuated the beautiful power of his young musculature even more.

"God damn, look at you, dude," Eric practically growled, stepping back to drink in the sight as his hands savoured the feel of them. Seb smiled modestly, but he looked pleased, and then tensed up his quads in a way that was somehow both proud and yet unshowy. Eric squeezed the thickness of them lustily, then reached for his own zipper and shoved his own jeans down and off. He had nothing at all to be ashamed of, a very nice set of stems if he did say so himself, strong and dark-furred. He was built for speed and agility, whereas Seb looked built for power, and was all the finer for it.

"Yeah man," Seb breathed, his turn to take in the sight before him, eyes big and hungry and drinking him in. They locked onto the big stiff shape in Eric's trunks, the unmistakable gaze of a man with a particular need. He looked almost guilty when he glanced back up at Eric, like a kid who'd been caught ogling the cookie jar, but Eric just grinned and kissed him some more, and brought Seb's shy hand to the hard pulse of his big cock.

Eric was bigger, but Seb had a handsome endowment of his own, and it was just as hard and eager as Eric's was. He palmed the kid's hard bulge appreciatively, making Seb moan into his mouth as Eric rubbed the strong, solid length of him, sliding down to cup his big young balls. However, that wasn't really what Eric was most interested in.

"You were wondering what I might wanna do when we first saw each other, right?" Eric said, his hand sliding off Seb's throbbing bulge, over his hip, around in back to cover the fleshy meat of Seb's rugby-player rump, his other hand joining in with the quickness. Seb nodded, looking a little bit starstruck by all the physical treatment Eric was giving him.

"Then let me show you," Eric grinned, running his hands up Seb's thick young lats, then getting a good solid hold of him and turning him around.

"Aw fuck," Seb grunted as his chest hit the king bed, and Eric hungrily took in the sight of his meaty, powerful ass all raised up in the air.

"Took the words right out of my mouth, bro," Eric said, then dropped to his knees to lay his hands on that spectacular rugby-stud rump, and much more besides.

It was a big ass, not too big, but in the best possible way, round and thick with muscle beneath a layer of plush flesh and creamy skin, a fine lining of dark hair emerging from the deep cleft of it. Eric couldn't help but growl — he'd been an ass man as long as he could remember, and a man ass like this was all he truly wanted out of life — and give Seb's strong humps a playful slap. Yep, just the right amount of jiggle, the sight of it tweaking Eric's cock even further. God damn, this was going to be great.

"Oh shit," Seb gasped as Eric grabbed a solid hold of his cheeks and spread them open. The kid smelled clean, but musky too, the scent of a young man who'd been traveling a little while, but took care of his personal hygiene. That wasn't always the case, in Eric's experience — sure, New York bottoms tended to be pretty vigilant about that kind of thing, but back in college in Ohio, he'd found that not all guys paid enough attention to that. But Seb clearly did, and that made Eric picture Seb soaping this fine piece of beef up in the shower, which made him add another item to his checklist for how this whole thing between them was gonna go down.

But for now, he dispensed with the preamble and dove right in, hungrily, spreading Seb's thick glutes wider to make room for his tongue, lapping from the musky, dark-furred hole all the way up to the little bump at the base of his spine, then back down again. They had plenty of time, but Eric had been thinking of this dude's ass all evening, and he intended to make the most of it while he had it. He savored the mix of sweat and dude and the faint traces of body wash, but most of all, the sensation of being face-down in that humid cleft, thick young flesh pressing against either side of his face, as Seb moaned and pushed his ass back, following his body's instincts perfectly.

"You want me to stop?" he asked when he came up for air, hands stroking over the plush steel before him.

"Fuck no," Seb grunted, looking back over his shoulder at him, a handsome young man in heat.

"You ever been eaten out before?" Eric asked, leaning in to give Seb's tight hole a little teasing lick. Seb shook his head no, and Eric grinned, unable to believe his luck. He was gonna show this hot young dude so much.

"You ever been... fucked before?" Eric went on. If it didn't come to that, it was OK — this was already way beyond what he'd been hoping for.

"A few times," Seb said, almost embarrassed. But then he seemed to summon up some of the quiet spark deeper in him that he'd shown Eric a little of earlier. "But not like you could, I bet."

"Oh buddy," Eric halfway moaned. "I am gonna show you a time tonight."

Seb practically beamed at that, and Eric grinned right back, and got back to work.

If Seb had never had his salad tossed before, Eric was pretty sure he'd insist on putting it on the menu from now on. He arched his back and moaned deep in his chest as Eric licked him open, taking his time to do the kid right, showing him the kind of treatment a five-star ass like his deserved. The thick muscles of his glutes gave Eric's hands plenty to work with, digging his fingers in and rubbing his thumbs over the flesh as he made space for his face between them. Meanwhile, he lapped at the tight little knot of Seb's hole, teasing and encouraging it with his tongue, alternating between long up-and-down swabs and circling licks, before probing at the core as it progressively gave way to him.

"Aw fuck bro," Seb growled, as Eric introduced his eager tongue to his insides, pushing up inside his sharp, musky tightness. Eric growled up inside him in reply, and set about fucking the big young stud with the wet muscle of his tongue, Seb pushing his meaty ass back in eager response.

When Eric came up for air several long minutes later, his jaw starting to hum from all the work he'd been putting in, Seb had the bedspread balled up in his fists, and there was a pool of precum underneath him, connected to the head of his hard cock by a gossamer strand that twinged Eric's own cock even more.

"Dude, fuck, that was... shit..." Seb moaned, his eyes all heavy-lidded as he looked over his shoulder at Eric again. "You gonna fuck me, man?" he said after a long pause, eyes flicking down to the big hard lump in Eric's trunks, and the spreading wet patch in the grey fabric.

"I'd love to, if you want to," Eric said, climbing up onto the bed next to Seb's big prone form, running a covetous hand over the muscles of his haunch, his ass, up his flank. "What do you want, buddy?"

It was a man's question, for a man's game. For Eric, the best part about fucking with another guy was the energy of the two of them together, the give and the take, each bringing his desires and drives to the table, and meeting somewhere in the middle, in a hot, sticky mass of flesh and muscle and cock and spit. He could see Seb giving it some thought, even as he unconsciously arched his back a little against Eric's stroking hand, and that was good. Eric liked being in the driver's seat, but a long ride was even better with a willing copilot.

He saw Seb's eyes fix on his cockbulge again, and Eric slowly peeled his trunks down his trim, athletic hips, letting Seb see the way the hair on his abs fanned out in full, thickening and darkening as it surrounded his cock. He couldn't help but dig the way the dude's eyes widened at the sight of the base of Eric's cock, slowly unveiled as the waistband slipped down past it, and sure, maybe Eric teased it out a little bit for effect. Hell, the kid sure seemed to like what he was seeing — why the hell not?

"Damn, dude," Seb murmured as he started to see all of it, the strong, solid thickness Eric was so proud of. He'd been told before that he had a cock for porn — not cartoonishly long, but nicely thick, cleanly circumcised, the kind of cock that felt good in the hand, better in the mouth, and real damn good up a nice, tight hole. Or so he'd been told, at least.

Eric smiled as he pushed the waistband down past the head, watching Seb's eyes widen as it bobbed up eagerly, set free from the confines of his underwear, the head of it gleaming with the precum he'd been flowing for a good while, and being replenished with even more now. He ran one hand through the damp curls of his bush and down the length of it, showing Seb what he could have, if he wanted it.

"So... what you want, bud?" Eric asked again. Seb gave him that strong, resolute kind of look again, and the mix of youth and hunger in his face gave Eric all kinds of great feelings inside.

"I wanna taste you," the big kid said, squirming around on his hands and knees, eyes fixing firmly on the prize as Eric tugged his trunks past his knees and off, tossing them on the floor. He took his piece in hand, gave it a stroke, and held it out to his new friend.

"I'm all yours, bro," Eric grinned, and Seb grinned right back and reached for him.

The kid was better at it than he'd expected. He'd clearly sucked more than a couple of dicks before, and had a solid command of the basics, holding the base of Eric's cock in a firm grasp as he sniffed, then licked up the length of him.

"Fuck yeah, dude," Eric grunted at the sight and sensation of Seb's thick, pink tongue sliding up the underside of his shaft. Seb gave him those twinkly eyes again, smiling as he opened wider and tried to wrap his whole tongue around the sticky, tingling flesh of Eric's cockhead. He watched with an indulgent smile as Seb explored him like that, swabbing over his glans, down under the base of his cockhead, remembering fondly his own first times exploring sucking cock back in the day.

When Seb kissed the tip of him, lips suddenly glossy with precum, Eric let out another soft, encouraging moan, and curled the fingers of one hand into the kid's hair, while his other reached up to tease his own stiff, tingling nipple.

"Yeah buddy, just like that," he murmured to him, meeting Seb's blue-eyed, almost worshipful gaze up at him with a nod and a smile, lightly teasing the back of the dude's head encouragingly with his fingers. Seb took the praise and the encouragement and opened his full, soft lips, slipped his tongue out along the underside of Eric's cockhead, and then slowly started to work his way down.

Eric didn't always need to get his cock sucked — bad head was worse than no head, and there were plenty of other hot things you could do with your dick instead. But Seb was striking just the right mix of curiosity and experience, a level of skill that was at first kind of surprising. Then Eric remembered all the times he'd sucked cock in college, and gotten sucked too, and smiled. The thrill of discovery, of finding something you never expected to like as much as you did. Quiet, hushed nights in dorm room beds and frathouse bedrooms. He wondered about Seb's experiences, how he might have found his way onto his knees, and who he'd dropped down to the floor to worship like this. He fixed his gaze on the handsome young dude working his way down his length now, and just savored all the warm, wet, tongue-swirling sensations of a real fine hummer. The notion of this strapping young rugby-playing bro going down on his teammates just made the ride all the sweeter, and Eric knew he'd have spank-bank material for weeks off tonight alone.

Seb seemed pretty confident with this, and the longer he worked at it, the better he got, getting his tongue and lips and spit in sync, slurping and making soft, hungry, satisfied little sounds to himself. Eric watched him reach for his own thick, stiff nip, the big kid tweaking himself as he slurped up and down the thick, throbbing length of Eric's piece, then reaching down to find his own handsome young cock and fondle the length of it.

"You're real fuckin' good at this, dude," Eric grunted softly, and Seb sure looked pleased by the praise, showing it by sucking even harder, lavishing the thick, veiny length of Eric's shaft with his hot, wet tongue in a way that had Eric growling low and deep in the back of his throat.

"Oh shit, that's nice," Eric said, and he wasn't just saying it, both his hands going to the back of Seb's handsome head, accompanying it more than guiding it as it slid back and forth along his length, grinning to himself and biting his lip. "Suckin' cock like a fuckin' man, bro," he grunted, and shit, the look on Seb's face when he said that, the way the dude moaned in the back of his throat and sucked even more enthusiastically, fuck... Eric wished he could bottle that.

Eric could feel his balls starting to really hum now, big hefty balls churning with a load they were eager to let loose, and between that and the hot, sloppy, surprisingly skilful suction, he could real easily see himself feeding this big, hungry kid a serious meal. But his eyes traveled down the breadth of Seb's muscular, smooth young back, down the long indent of his spine, locking on to the big, powerful mounds of his rugby-bro ass, thick and creamy and just begging for more of his eager attentions. Begging for more than just his hands, his lips, and his tongue.

"I'd love to fuck you, dude," he murmured down to the hungrily sucking young stud, leaning over his hard-working head to slide his hand down his spine, reaching down to caress the top of his ample athlete's rump and squeeze it. "Can I?"

He leaned back again, looked down to see Seb looking up at him, big eager blue eyes all shiny as his lips stretched and slid around Eric's shiny, spit-wet cockshaft. He knew that look when he saw it — the look of a guy who knew what he wanted, even if he wasn't sure how to say it out loud, or even if he should. A guy with big needs, and still coming to terms with them, maybe.

Eric eased his cock back, slowly, unfeeding it from Seb's deliciously hungry mouth. It made a wet, smacking pop sound as Seb reluctantly released it from his rosy, shiny lips, which made Eric growl happily and hungrily. He tucked his fingers under Seb's square chin and guided him up, loving the way the kid's big young body moved, muscles at play under his handsome flesh, and much as he felt like he was hitting his physical prime as a man now that he was nearing 30, god what he wouldn't give to be 21 again, sometimes.

Seb came up close, running a hand up Eric's flank as he did, eyes roaming over his body and muscles, returning his gaze to Eric's big, hard, wet cock before he looked the older man in the eye. God, he was fucking cute, all big and naked and wet-lipped from sucking Eric's cock, a manly hunger in his eyes, a dewy flush to his young face as he got deep in the zone of his desires. Eric slipped his arms around him and cupped his big young ass with a mix of respect and desire, squeezing the thick, strong muscles, letting out a soft, appreciative grunt as he grinned at the way Seb blushed again. But he smiled too, and that was key.

"I'll treat you real good, man, I promise," Eric murmured, nudging in close to graze his lips over Seb's, the faint, distinct masculine aroma of cock on the dude's breath and lips. "Like you deserve to be, bro."

"Fuck," Seb sighed, pressing his lips to Eric's, and they were back into another deep, hungry, manly kiss, a mix of desire and warmth, wet and hungry, soft and hard at the same time. Their tongues wrestled and lips enmeshed, trading the intimate flavors of each other in the warm flow of their spit, the tastes of Eric's cock and Seb's ass meeting and mingling, like a preview of things to come. Real soon.

The more Eric manhandled Seb's muscular butt, the more the dude's solid, athletic body melted into his, and there was no mistaking the hard, moist throb of his handsome young cock either, as it pushed up against Eric's bigger, wetter one. Yeah. This was all gonna happen, alright, and Eric felt a delightfully boyish eagerness at the prospect, something he realized he hadn't felt this strongly with another dude in some time.

Eric eased Seb onto his back on the bed, and ran appreciative hands up his big, strong young thighs — grinning and nodding his approval, murmuring "Fuck yeah, very nice, bro" when Seb tensed up his quads for him again with an eager-to-please kind of smile — then over the solid, creamy-fleshed contours of his stomach and chest, just taking the entirety of this hot, humpy young dude in. Seb wasn't ripped, but he was fit, solid, young and strong, getting his man's growth in a way that particularly appealed to Eric, and to his cock.

He ran his hands down Seb's centerline, feeling the slight tension in his stomach, and smiled at the kid, rubbing his hands in slow circles on his core, then sliding one down, following the light trail of dark young fur, into his musky bush, then taking his cock in hand. Eric's was bigger, but Seb had a damn nice piece on him. It looked the perfect size to get fucked by, for a guy like Eric who didn't get fucked all that often, and he made a mental note of that, smiling to himself as he contemplated the potential of the night and the morning that lay ahead of them. But right now, that cock was hard, throbbing in his loose grasp, starting to leak precum as Eric slow-jacked it.

"I'll be coming back for this, buddy," Eric said, and Seb just smiled and gaped, looking almost awed at Eric's manly, sexy confidence. "But in the meantime..."

He patted Seb's hip, and the dude blushed, but slowly rolled over. Good boy, Eric thought, grinning, biting his lip again as that spectacular ass he'd been coveting all evening sprawled out before him, two muscle-thick mounds that flexed and shifted in a way that made his cock ache and his mouth water.

"So fucking good, dude," he half-sighed, stroking his hands up over the lightly-furred backs of Seb's thick thighs, up his hamstrings, then over the strong, swelling slopes of that ass again. The muscles in Seb's back shifted beautifully as the kid grunted at the worshipful contact, arching his back a little, pressing his meaty young rump back into Eric's assured hands.

Seb looked a little bereft when Eric climbed off the bed, turning to watch with a little frown at the change-up. Eric gave him a wink as he wandered over to his carry-on, digging inside it for the mini shower kit he always carried in his bag, and retrieving a rubber and a little nondescript bottle. Seb's eyes zeroed in on his hands and then his hard cock as Eric walked back, tearing the condom package open with his teeth, rolling it down his shaft with the smooth ease of plenty of practice, then squirting out a cool stream of lube into his palm, slicking it slowly over his big, hard length, throbbing impatiently inside the rubber. Making a little show of it, for the both of them, really. He loved being connected to his cock like this, and he wanted Seb to see what he was getting himself into, to understand what was about to happen. This wasn't just some dorm-room fooling-around — this was real sex, sex between men, one of the finest things that could happen between two guys. It was Eric's favorite part about being a man into other men, this crackling, electric sexual energy in the air, the promise of sweat and flesh and muscles colliding, and he could see Seb was more than a little bit into it too.

"Shit, you really do travel prepared," Seb chuckled, watching as Eric knee-walked towards him on the bed, squeezing another shiny stream of the stuff into his greased palm.

"Don't leave home without it," Eric grinned, betting the kid wouldn't even get the reference, but fuck it, he had plenty else to occupy his mind, as Eric reached between his big glutes and painted his hole with slickness.

Eric leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his soft lips, feeding the hungry young dude his tongue, loving how eagerly it was received, distracting Seb a little as Eric's agile fingers swirled lube around his tight hole, then slowly, gently slipped it up inside of him too. Seb moaned deep and low into his mouth, kissing him even more hungrily, as Eric's long fingers did their work, easing him open again, preparing him for more. The kid wasn't just built to bottom, it felt like he was born to bottom, the way he easily opened up, taking one, then two, and finally three long, lubed fingers inside of him, stroking and slicking his insides, paving the way for something much bigger and even more satisfying.

"You've done this before," Eric said, remembering Seb's shy answer earlier, stroking his other hand over Seb's strong back. "How do you like it? On your stomach, on your back, on top... what feels good for you, bud?"

Seb shivered a little, eyes closing as Eric located his prostate and caressed it slowly, his meaty young ass squirming back to get more of that contact. Eric couldn't tell if the rosiness to the kid's complexion was a blush or a sex flush, but either way, they were making this happen, together. The way Seb arched his back, pushing his hips up as high as he could, sliding up onto his knees to offer even more of his stellar rugby-bro rump up to Eric, was all the answer he needed.

Eric had plenty of practice at it, so the transition from his long, probing, diddling fingers inside Seb's hole to the long, firm press of his cockhead against it was relatively seamless. He ran a soothing hand over Seb's back constantly, feeling the muscles ripple in response, like a cat's, helping him fight back his natural inclination to tighten up against the thicker intrusion he knew was coming. He leaned all the way over Seb's broad back and nuzzled the fresh-haircut bristles at the base of his neck as he slowly pressed against the tightness of his young hole. Kissed his way up to Seb's ear.

"I'm so ready for this, you sexy fucker," he murmured to him, using what one of his fuckbuds called his Bottom Whisperer voice. "I know you are too. So... let's do this, yeah?"

Seb moaned and nodded, turning his head to look at Eric, and shit, the need there was naked, deep, and even more compelling than his sexy body and his spectacular ass. This young dude needed to connect, as deeply and intimately as two men could, and shit, that felt something like an honor to Eric. Made him want to take this hot young dude all the way to the stars and back. Eric nodded at him, brushed his lips against Seb's, then leaned back upright, smiling down at his eager, glistening cock as he seated the head of it at Seb's lube-slicked pucker, took hold of Seb's hip with the other, then shifted his hips and started the long, slow drive home.

The two of them moaned together as Eric's hardness sank inside Seb's slick tightness. God, the kid was so fucking tight around him, making Eric feel even bigger than he was, and no amount of self-awareness was enough to overcome that particular boost to the ego. Once he'd fed more than half his length inside the hot, willing stud sprawled out beneath him, felt his thick ass start to buck back a little more in welcome, Eric took the guiding hand off his cock, grabbed hold of Seb's other hip, and took him the rest of the way home, deliberately but considerately. He could feel Seb's insides clutching around him, trying to make room, trying to take all of him in — the dude wanted this, no question, no matter what his head might be telling him. Eric obliged him, handsomely, sinking into his slick, welcoming heat, until the hairs above his cock were tickling Seb's cheeks.

"Aw fuck, bro..." Seb moaned, clutching at the covers beneath him, big muscles bunching up beautifully in his upper arms, across his shoulders. Fuck those photogenically ripped Instagram boys — this dude was the real deal, and Eric couldn't believe all the luck he'd had today.

"You got me, bro," Eric murmured, throbbing his cock inside the dude for good measure. "All of me. I knew you could, stud. Way to fucking go, my friend."

He smacked Seb's hip lightly, then turned it into a soothing stroke as he started to pull back a little, then thrust quickly back inside. Letting Seb really feel him, showing his ass what was in store, all the pleasure that lay ahead of them.

There was plenty of pleasure, alright, and not just for Eric. The sight of Seb's thick ass and that crazy-hot jiggle the flesh did as Eric thrust up inside him was fucking hypnotic, making Eric grin wolfishly as he savored all the sights, sounds and sensations of the humpy rugby bro taking his full, hard thickness, and taking it like a fucking champ. He stroked covetous hands all over Seb's handsome frame, loving the way sweat was starting to make his creamy young skin glow, making the strong muscles beneath it bulge in even more beautiful relief. The body of a boy becoming a man, for sure, and that made it all just that much hotter. His hands coursed up over the flare of Seb's lats, around his trunk, up over the rubbery stiffness of the kid's big pencil-eraser tits, down over the panting heave of his belly to find the hardness of his cock. Shit. He'd never gone soft, near as Eric could tell, and that told him as much about this hot young fuck as anything else they'd done so far tonight.

"God, you're fucking sexy," Eric said as he pumped solidly, rhythmically up inside of him, leaning down over Seb's back as best as he could to taste the sweat on his skin, kissing the flexing, bulging muscles beneath it as he went. Seb had gotten over the initial part of getting fucked, getting Eric's big cock inside of him. Now his body had taken over from his brain, finding that ancient rhythm that hid deep inside every man, no matter who or what he told himself he was. He started to fuck his thick, handsome ass back, meeting Eric's thrusts, making them both moan as Eric picked up the pace slowly, steadily, getting deeper and deeper into that sweet, hot zone of pure pleasure that all men craved.

"Aw fuck yeah, fuck me bro," Seb moaned, and Eric smacked that delicious power rump again with delight and fucked him harder, like the man Seb was.

"Jesus, you're taking it like a fuckin' man," Eric grunted, stroking the dude's sexy body even more admiringly as he nailed him. He'd always prided himself on being a great fuck, a real pleasure-giver, but this kid made him want to go for the fucking gold, give him everything he had. This whole thing had been a complete surprise, an unexpected adventure for the both of them. Who knew if they'd ever encounter each other again. Why not give it their all?

Eric had no concept of how long they'd been fucking, lost in the sensations and the drive, the sexy sounds of Seb's husky young moans, the way the sweat was beading in the small of his back, right above those twin globes of flesh jiggling so sexily as Eric's hips pounded against them repeatedly. That was a mark of how good this was, losing all track of the time, diving down into that mental subspace that was all drive and lust and sweat and id. Seb was feeling it too, as Eric's hand found its way to his hard young cock again, stiff as a pry bar against the solidity of his stomach, streaming a solid, steady flow of precum. Eric reached his precum-slicked palm up to Seb's face, and with a hungry moan, Seb leaned in and licked it, savoring himself, lost in his own base pleasures. Eric moaned at the sight — that was exactly the shit he loved to see in another dude.

He slid his arms more solidly around Seb's torso, thrust the full length of his cock inside of him, then levered him upright and back against him. He'd been a pretty decent wrestler back in high school, and the old techniques stayed with you. This was a lot more fun, though. Besides, this shifted Seb's body around him, changed the angle of his cock inside the dude, making it even better for them both. Seb let out a deep-chested young moan that probably cored right through the wall and into the next room, but fuck whoever was in there. Far as Eric was concerned, the entire world had collapsed down to precisely two people, him and this incredibly sexy young college stud, and he was fucking him like it was his sole responsibility to repopulate the planet with his cock.

Seb leaned right back into him, his hair smelling of sweat and shampoo, and Eric could see the way he was smiling as he nuzzled his strong young neck. Seb's arm reached up and behind to clasp the back of Eric's head, releasing a scent rush of pheromone-heavy sweat from his pit, making Eric growl lustily, clutch his coiled arms tighter round him, and fuck up into him with even stronger intent. Eric ran his hand lightly up through the sweat-damp fur of Seb's pit, making Seb shiver and moan some more, releasing even more of his musky young manscent. When Eric waved his sweat-moist fingers up under Seb's nose, giving him a dose of his own deep scent, the kid let out a hungry, animal little noise and lashed them with his tongue, tasting himself now too.

"Oh you fuckin' dude," Eric growled lustily. He licked up the salty moisture on the side of his neck, and fucked up into him with the kind of athletic intensity that would make his Crossfit coaches proud.

Eric's hand found the strong muscle of Seb's pec, then the stiffness of his tit, drawn there almost magnetically. Seb craned his head back as far as he could, his lips hungrily reaching, his handsome young features awash with intense pleasure as Eric strummed his tits, grinned at him, then pressed in to meet his searching lips with his own. His other hand slipped down Seb's sweaty, tight stomach, down through the damp curls of manfur, and found the slick hardness of his cock, throbbing insistently in his grasp as he stroked along the length of it. Seb moaned even deeper into his mouth, kissing him as hard as he could, their sloppy, grunting kiss adding to the hot soundtrack of sex filling the room, as Eric's sweaty, firm flesh slapped rhythmically against the meat of Seb's supple rugby-bro ass.

"Oh god, I think I'm gonna fuckin' cum," Seb practically whimpered, his brows knotting in intense concentration and need. "You're gonna make me fuckin' cum, bro."

"Fuck yeah, bro," Eric growled, his voice thick and deep with encouraging lust. "Show me how you cum, big guy. Show me how much you love this."

Seb's brows knotted even tighter, his eyes getting a little spacey as he gave Eric an intense look that matched the intense, slick throbbing in Eric's skilled grip. He grinned and nodded, licked the side of Seb's sweaty cheek as he stroked his thumb over the slick, hot flesh of Seb's cockhead, and focused on nailing the dude's prostate as consistently and insistently as he could, helping fuck him right over that line and into the sweet, clutching spurts of release.

"Oh FUCK, bro!" Seb hollered, all his muscles tightening up, standing out in hard relief as his cock pulsed in Eric's fist, then began to shoot, hot streaks of cum spurting free, spattering across the bedspread below in thick, jetting streaks. A big young load from a big young man, and god damn, there was nothing finer than that, Eric thought.

Seb's orgasm radiated through his big young body, all the way through his insides, surrounding and enveloping Eric's thrusting, tingling cock.

"Fuckin' cum in me, dude," Seb panted, sweat rolling down his face now, still gripping the back of Eric's head, his other hand reaching back to feel the thrust of his trim hip, and the kind of awestruck lust in the dude's sexy young voice was the final trigger for Eric's own load. He fixed Seb with an intent, lusty stare.

"I'm gonna fucking cum in you, bro," he growled, and Seb nodded and smiled and Eric lost it. He locked his arms tight around the big kid, showing his teeth in a lusty growl as his hips thrust up inside him and his cock fired off, pumping shot after shot after shot of hot cum into the rubber, bathing his spurting cockhead in it as it continued to blow off.

Spent, both of them panting, Eric dropped his forehead onto Seb's big, sweaty young shoulder as they rode out the aftershocks together, Seb melting back into him, strong young hands idly stroking whatever flesh they rest upon. It was a hot, kind of sweet moment of connection, after all the lusty intensity between them since they'd set foot inside this room, masculine and intimate in all the ways Eric loved best. He wondered if Seb got to enjoy much of this kind of thing with whoever he fucked around with back at school. He hoped Seb saw how it could be.

Eventually they slowly pulled apart, Eric extracting his still half-hard length from Seb's well-fucked insides. Seb looked over his shoulder at it as Eric withdrew, a look of pride and surprise on his face as he flopped forward onto the bed, alongside the thick pearly streaks of his fresh-shot load. The kid looked utterly spent, and utterly contented, laying beautifully, sweatily supine on the king bed as Eric stepped off to dispose of the full rubber. When he came back, he tugged the cum-spattered bedspread down — because as much as he loved cum, there was little worse than laying in it once it got cold — and dropped down onto the bed beside Seb, unable to resist stroking one sweaty hand up the strong, rounded lines of his thigh and ass and back. Seb practically beamed at him, leaning in to meet Eric midway for a long, slow, decidedly tender-feeling kiss.

"Wow. That was... something else," Seb smiled.

"I take it you mean `good'," Eric said with a mock-stern arched eyebrow.

"Shit, `good' doesn't even get fuckin' close..." Seb said, leaning in to feed Eric another long kiss, a little more heated this time. Eric savored the sex-redolent taste of his warm, wet tongue, cupping the back of his handsome young head, feeling the fresh stirrings deep in his loins that a great kiss always brought.

When they finally parted, Seb rolled onto his back, arms up behind his head, his rich, manly young scent wafting from his sweaty pits as he surveyed the room around them, as if really seeing it for the first time.

"Nice room," he said.

"Still OK with sharing it?" Eric asked, reaching over to trace an abstract shape on the near-smooth firmness of the kid's stomach, noting how his cock had thickened from the kiss.

"All night?" Seb grinned at him, and Eric couldn't help but grin back as he nodded in reply.

"If you want to," he said, and Seb got that sexy, grown-up kind of look behind his smile.

"You're damn right I want to," he murmured, sliding over so they were hip to hip, inside each other's sex-musky atmosphere. "I want to do a lot of things, I think."

"I bet you do, dude," Eric said, sliding one arm under Seb's neck, loving how immediately comfortable the kid looked. "I do too."

"Yeah? What you offering, bro?" Seb asked playfully. Eric reached down to run a hand up and down his inner thigh, an area that always got an interesting response, in his experience. It sure seemed to be working now, as the kid's solid cock started to stir again, Seb spreading his muscular thigh open a little more, over the top of Eric's. An offering, and an invitation. Fuck, to be 21 again, he thought with a grin, but his own cock was already starting to stir again too. Maybe that wouldn't happen as readily on the other side of 30. Might as well make the most of it now.

"I have a few things in mind," Eric smiled, pushing himself upright, leaning over towards Seb's crotch and reaching for that steadily hardening piece of young flesh. "Starting with this..."

The next morning, Eric blinked awake, immediately trying to process where he was, who he was with, taking in the unfamiliar hotel room, and the warm closeness of the smooth-skinned young form spooned back into him. It wasn't the first time he'd been in this kind of situation, but after a long moment as his brain woke up, it all started to fall into place, and he couldn't help but smile as he replayed yesterday and last night.

Eric took a long moment to survey the terrain of Seb's body, familiar from a night of exploring, but still exciting and new, too. He looked even better in the morning, somehow, the pale wintry light coming through the window a perfect fit for the creamy skin that covered his strong young muscles. He ran his hand gently, slowly, over the firm curve of his hip and the strong slope of his sexy ass, raising a sleepy murmur from Seb, who stirred a little and pressed back against the hardness of Eric's pleasantly humming morning wood. He hadn't spent the night with someone in a little while, and as he lay there, he pressed a soft, light kiss to the creamy muscle of the dude's solid shoulder, thinking about that. How it might be nice to wake up like this, with someone like this, on the regular. He was fast approaching 30, after all. Maybe it was time to be thinking like this — experiencing this — more often.

The sounds of jets taking off from JFK, people heading someplace else, brought him back to the real world. He gave the big kid's slumbering form a wistful smile. An unexpected adventure, and fun as hell for it, but still — just a moment in time. A hot coincidence, but really just a temporary one. But still — not over yet.

He pressed another, slower kiss to the side of Seb's neck, ran his hand slowly up and down his strong young flank. Seb murmured again, grumbling in his sleep, coming up out of it a little bit more when Eric's fingers found the flesh of his nipple and strummed on it gently.

"Hey bud," Eric murmured into his ear. "We got a flight to catch, remember?"

Seb let out another protesting, sleepy-boy moan, and shuffled himself back against Eric more firmly, reaching back blindly behind him to find Eric's hip and give it a squeeze.

"Jus' another minute," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. "S'nice."

Yeah, it was nice, but still, Eric wanted to make the most of their time together.

"I know it is," Eric murmured to him, stroking his hand slowly down over Seb's stomach, down into the tidy thatch of hair that crowned his cock, finding a big, throbbing young morning erection. He wrapped his hand around it and gave it a slow, lazy, but promising stroke. Seb moaned softly and pressed back even more into him. "But we've got a little time... we could use it wisely..."

Seb stretched and yawned and gently thrust his hard cock deeper into Eric's fist, slowly turning his head back and opening his eyes, giving Eric a sleepy, warm smile of pleasure and contentment. God, how was this dude so fucking cute?

"Damn bro," Seb said, voice husky with sleep and sex. "Can't get enough, huh?"

Eric wrapped his hand more tightly, intently around Seb's fine young piece, rubbing his thumb over the head, and shit, the kid was already starting to leak a little. He slowly ground his own hardness up into the deep, irresistible cleft of the dude's ass, and grinned at him.

"Guess that makes two of us, bro," he replied, as Seb twisted his upper body around and leaned in for a slow, sexy kiss that quickly grew deeper.

Later on in the shower, because he might never get another chance at that five-star rugby-boy ass, and Eric was a big believer in maximizing life's opportunities, Eric treated Seb to another first-class rimjob that had the young stud blasting his cum up through Eric's soapy, stroking fist, all up the glass wall of the shower enclosure. Afterwards, their eyes kept meeting in the half-steamed mirror, smirking around their toothbrushes, and Eric could see the telltale signs of a little bit of a crush in the handsome college kid's face. Hell, he was feeling a little bit that way himself. For a guy who'd spent the past several years thoroughly enjoying his single-dude's existence, it was a slightly strange feeling, but not an unwelcome one.

Seb finished drying off, hung his towel up, and walked out into the room, Eric's eyes tracking the delicious shift and flex of that amazing ass in the mirror as he moisturized. He watched Seb pick up his discarded boxer briefs, which hadn't gone back on since Eric had removed them, and give them an unselfconscious sniff, nodding to himself with a "Not bad" expression. Eric chuckled — it was such a dude thing to do, something he hadn't seen somebody else do in a while, and simply, yet incredibly sexy at the same time. It gave him... all kinds of ideas, but one in particular, as he swiped his own towel over his legs and hung it over the shower enclosure alongside Seb's.

"Still fresh enough?" he said as he strode into the room, his half-chubbed cock leading the way, loving the way Seb turned to look at him, his eyes avidly tracking over Eric's body from head to toe and back up again.

"I wouldn't say fresh, exactly, but they'll do until I get to my Mum's tonight," Seb shrugged, watching as Eric went to his rollaboard bag and dug inside it, retrieving the gallon-size Ziploc bag he kept his backup socks and underwear in.

"I have a better idea," Eric grinned, pulling a fresh pair of trunks from the bag, and tossing them to Seb, who caught them one-handed with unthinking athletic reflex. They were nice undies, trim-cut and sexy in a way that looked great on Eric's athletically-muscled frame, and that he knew would look outrageously good stretched taut over Seb's big, muscular young ass and sturdy thighs.

Seb looked at the trunks in his hand, then at Eric with surprise, and there was no question about it — the kid was adorable as fuck, and Eric wanted nothing more than to tackle his big ass to the bed, and then slowly nail it into the mattress all over again. But they had places to be, still.

"No way, bro," Seb said. "You've still gotta fly more tonight, you'll need these more than I will..."

Eric shook his head firmly and waved away his protests, holding up the ziploc bag.

"I planned ahead for that, too," he said. "Another pair in here."

Seb grinned at him, considered the sexy designer trunks in his hand, and then slowly stepped into them, giving him a sexy, boyish grin when Eric wolf-whistled at the sight of them slipping up his big young thighs.

"Fuck, these are nice," Seb said, admiring himself in the mirror on the wall, running his hands over the sheer fabric as he turned back and forth, showing off to himself as much as Eric. "Thanks, bro."

"You're doing `em justice, dude," Eric half-growled, stepping up to slip his arms around the big young stud, and savoring another slow, deep kiss that had both of them throwing hard again. When they separated, grinning at each other, Seb unselfconsciously licked his lips and gave Eric a playfully sexy look.

"I'll make you a trade," he said, picking up his boxer briefs and pressing them into Eric's hand. Eric lifted them to his nose and savored the musky young scent embedded in them, letting out a low, sensual growl in his throat, his eyes locked on Seb's the whole time. Seb's eyes widened, blushing a little at the display of pure libidinal manliness, and he grinned. His cock was fully stiff inside Eric's trunks now. "Fuck, bro," he murmured with boyish awe.

"You can keep these," Eric said, reaching down to rub his palm over Seb's big, hard young bulge in the sexy underwear. "Or... when you come back through New York again... you can bring them back to me."

"Deal," Seb said immediately, leaning in to kiss him, hungry and impulsive, and for all the horse-trading with Atlantic last night and as far out ahead as they'd come on all that, this might be the best bargain they'd struck yet.

Eric gave Seb's cockbulge another squeeze, then slid his hand around to cup the fine young beef of his ass one more savoring time. Damn, no matter how great his vacation turned out to be, this young dude was going to be his favorite memory of it. He folded up Seb's boxer briefs and slipped them inside the Ziploc with the rest of his spare undergear.

"But for now," he said, reaching for his jeans, "we need to get moving. We've got a plane to catch."

"You sure you don't want to try and miss that one too?" Seb grinned, his eyes tracking every movement of Eric's body as he stepped into his jeans, one hand lightly adjusting his bulge in the unfamiliar new undies.

"No, I'm not sure at all," Eric chuckled, pulling the jeans up over his ass and zipping them up decisively. "But like you said last night, we're on an unexpected adventure. Why stop now, when we can see where it takes us next, right?"

"Alright then," Seb said, reaching for his T-shirt and pulling it on. Eric savored one last view of the kid's creamy-fleshed muscles. For now, anyway. He was sure of it — he was going to see this dude and his beautiful young form again. He was looking forward to it already.

"Let's go, man," Seb said, smiling at him, and Eric had never heard anything better in his life.

The End