TX U S 69 Hook-Up by Mike Austin
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The routine weekly notice hit my cell about travel plans for Friday. I was eager as all fuck and horny and thirsty and well, ya understand a bottom's needs by now. My ALPHA MAN was so much more than I expected and I only hoped I was an adequate toy for him and his interests. Oh, one thing added to my text msg was, be prepped for new experiences. He'd surprised me with a silver thong, the collar, intense cum control, and water sports......and now more.....this IS A MAN OF MY DREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After work I scrubbed up and out, plugged my hole, donned the silver thong, filled my tote with essentials, and a toothbrush, and headed to the airport. The TSA rep searching my tote revealed my sets of Ben Wa balls, cock/ball separators (rubber and leather) and an over limit tube of lube. His eyes raised at the lube but nothing else, waved me through, shaking his head in disgust, or perhaps envy? He was a compact Latino bull that could have strip-searched me in a second. His thick crotch showed the heavy way he dressed left and my hole twitched more than once, imagining that tube buried in me as he mounted me hard. I had a short wait at the gate and sat twitching against the hard padded but still firm seating. We were delayed 15 minutes but finally called to board. There was one male flight attendant. We winked at each other and he made a point of letting me know he'd "be around to take my drink order soon as we get airborne". While slightly built, he DID show a big full crotch, but wondered if he wasn't just another bottom like me? I make a point of not EVEN presenting a VERS image or expression. Not my nature!!! Soon as possible, the flight guy was there asking for my drink as he headed up to the galley and made the excuse of bringing mine back "on my way to check the aft door". Thanks and cash exchanged, I sipped my `Coke' before my co-travelers nearby. The slight rain was like a dream-state. I imagined being hard pounded face down in bed, then skull-fucked and led to the shower to drink Rick dry after the session. My flight guy retrieved my empty cup, thanked me again for flying with them today and went about his other pick-up duties. He had a nice ass I noted and blinked back to reality. Soon we were touching down, the prop engines whining down and the flight attendants gathered at the exit door offering their thanks for traveling with them today. I winked at my flight guy as I left and looked over my shoulder to see him staring at my ass. I gave a little tip toe walk in my sneakers that showed off my butt a bit more, just for his enjoyment.
I'd learned to be patient for Rick as time was HIS CALL and not mine. This day I waited 30 minutes for his arrival; sitting in pensive, but eager silence AND needing to pee. The seats at JB RA were not padded but sort of a soft molded plastic which drove the plug in me harder and made squirming even more of an experience for bottoms to relish. I wondered how many of the airport workers nearby appreciated the pleasure I was getting, just from sitting and waiting??? Finally I saw him coming up the stairs by the gate/jetway, grinning; reached out shook my hand. I thought that was different as all get out and then another guy followed Rick toward us and I played it straight. Rick introduced me to Tom as the courier the company used to run projects and materials to the remote crews via helicopter services and clients. He went on to add that's how we'd met. That was the ruse for anyone walking by who might overhear the exchange and intro. Tom was taller than Rick and better built at about 6'2" and 200#s with cold black hair and blue eyes and a fluff of black chest hair that coated his arms and chest and I was sure hoping to see all the other areas of fur. His uniform shirt tugged across his upper torso and his pecs were squared off boards it appeared, no discernible nipples and his work uniform-covered crotch looked VERY FULL. I gulped as Rick went on about the planned weekend and Tom's OT schedule where they'd both been put on notice to ferry crews non-stop over Saturday and part of Sunday. My heart stopped, brain stalled; WHAT IS THIS, ALONE at a motel NO ALPHA TIME I thought? I tugged my tote over my shoulder and took a step toward the terminal, "Nope this way boi, Mark I mean; then Rick continued, "we'll escort you out the jetway and over to the hangar, take you on a sightseeing tour". Tom led off and I was beside Rick as we talked about the flight and remind him of my departure time Sunday. We crossed the deck, passed the other gates to their hangar where Rick introduced me to his main mechanic Carl. I squirmed and felt my dick try to hardon. What I saw was this awesome Black Bull about 6'5" 250#s, broad smile, eXXXtra firm handshake and learned he was a former USAF chopper mechanic and had a huge crotch on display. Could I BE THIS LUCKY, I thought? Carl went on to Rick, " the hydraulics will be ready in about 2 hours and I'll test hop it and call ya; gives you time for chow..." at which point Rick interrupted, "chow's on me after you test her and we'll connect at the Candlewood and eat at Cheddar's or whatever you want, least I can do for you keepin my ass airborne this weekend". "OKAY OKAY boss" came Carl's reply, "Cheddars fine but I'm more seafood hungry, how bout The Schooner", "Schooner it is man, you got my back" Rick replied. Tom said he was hittin the head and would meet at the motel, since Carl said it would be about 2 hours and all his logging was done. "Rick you stayin out here or comin back to the motel, Mark you got any prefs before supper" Tom posed? I said nothing and was unsure of the plan here and stood in an obvious quandary looking to Rick for answers. "Naw will keep Carl company for a bit, yall head back to the room and I'll be along in a ½ hour or so" Rick advised and then to me, "Tom will take care of things so just follow his lead" his stare told me ALL I NEEDED.
I followed Tom to his pick-up. Once inside and heading off the airport property he began; "so your Rick's cumslut I hear"? I froze before answering, stared ahead then said, "yes SIR". There was silence, my heart was racing, I was almost holding my breath. "This weekend you're gonna be ours" came his short reply. The relief poured from every cell in my body and my breathing returned to normal. Just as fast, my bone started and I thought better of it, turned to face the NEW ALPHA and offered "thank YOU SIR" he grinned and replied "remember saying that slut". We drove on to the hotel.
Rick's text to me read simply, "you're his to use while I'm still here at the hangar; then I'll join".
Tom parked near the lobby and paraded me to the elevator. The Latino 30-something at the desk, waved at Tom then nodded approvingly at me, then to Tom again. The elevator chimed, door opened and I followed him into the car. This time we went up to 3, I paused, wanted to ask, but remained silent as the door opened and I followed silently down the hall. Once in the room, he told me to strip, I did. When nude except for the thong and plug, he asked me if I understood Rick's text and I nodded, looked down then into his eyes and offered "YES SIR I DO". First thing he grabbed me by the neck, locked me in a choke hold with one arm; with his free hand he reached to my hole and unplugged me, then and began working my nips. He continued and began whispering in my ear, biting my ear love, tongueing my ear. The combination of the choke hold, his intensity, his build, the ache in my unplugged hole, need to pee and nip work that were forcing a hard-on brought about the sudden WAHCK WHACK WHACK across my sub-dick. Through his clenched teeth he commanded "NEVER" then beat my sub-dick back into submission and appropriate flaccid state. "Sorry SIR" all that I could offer. He shoved me to my knees, then shoved his crotch forward to my face. "Get it out and suck" he directed. I did, working his belt open, dropping his fly, nuzzling his boxers below his heavy bag, licking first along his ball outline then out to his hardening head, before beginning the steady suction out and down, out and down, then feeling his hands grip my head and govern the suck pace. "That's it, all the way down now; let me feel that throat Rick's talked about all week". He held my head down on his heavy shaft that curved gently left, with a bulbous dickhead that stretched my throat wide. His dick was lodged deeply and he pumped his hips adding force to the throat fuck he was already delivering. I felt him begin to harden further and knew his orgasm was on its way. Sure enough in another few pumps "AAAAAHHHHH" gushed from Tom's mouth and cum poured down my throat. Even my expert suction was taxed taking this cum volume. When finished he pulled my head back. I gasped for air and he smacked my face. "Yeah Rick said you like it rough and makes you an even more eager cumslut" he remarked; then grabbed an earlobe and led me to the head. Take it and I opened my mouth, felt the heavy hanging shaft lift above my mouth then the head rest on my tongue as the hot stream began, covering my mouth, face, chest, crotch and tile floor beneath us. When done, he told me to clean it up and left me there while he stripped and got ready for a shower. He returned and I was further turned on by the American Eagle tattooed across his chest. The dark black chest hair obscured some of the design, but I wanted to lick his chest at that point and feel his broad hands hold my head again. He got in the shower as I finished cleaning up the floor. I asked to join him and he nodded approval and I climbed in the shower, helping soap him, rinse him, admire him and yield my holes to his finger probes. As his fingers stretched my ring the combination of urges and hot water, being next to this NEW ALPHA made my sub-dick need to grow hard, but I forced down the sensation. To do so, I tried to envision me topping the flight attendant and that immediately shot my efforts at growing hard. Tom's thick fingers continued probing me, then feding me his fingers, workin my nips then probing me again until my sub-dick's precum stream was obvious. Tom knew about my needs, urges almost everything that Rick had learned about my persona and willingness to please; My passions. Shower finished, I dried the NEW ALPHA first then myself. He patted the bed and I jumped on all 4s, he fed the plug in my mouth then when spit-slicked, re-plugged me; before smacking my ass. "Thank you SIR" my reply. He dressed, but denied me to do so. We watched some tv and waited for Rick's arrival. The card key buzzed the door and in stepped MY ALPHA. "He's good as you said bro; I'm eager for more if it" came Tom's remark. "In time In time bud" Rick's response. Rick sat down on the edge of the bed, stretched his long legs out and I was on the floor between them in a flash. "Boots first boi" he directed and I began the routine, remove his boots, socks, shirt/T, jeans/work pants, undwear, then ask to lick his balls and cock. Tom watched me perform for MY ALPHA and surrender my body to him. He had me mouth his balls and slowly suck his cock hard, before taking me to the head, and repeating the piss play Tom had already conducted. A shower followed and Rick was pleased to feel the plug back inside. "Were you fucked already boi" he posed, "NO SIR, just fingered thoroughly" I replied. "Good, then you're still horny like you should be" he added. I blinked and nodded yes.
The shower complete, I dried MY ALPHA, he took me to the bed, directed me onto all 4s and pulled out my plug. Tom sat watching, fully dressed. I wanted him to join, but he remained dressed, taking in the performance. The two ALPHAS had choreographed the scene it dawned on me now. Rick pressed my head to the bed, tail arched high, then Tom tossed him the tube of lube from the bedside table. I felt the cold squirt, squirt, squirt and Rick's warm fingers corkscrew the lube in me. His intense fuck followed and cum flooded me. Finished, he had me clean him, told me to go pee and get dressed for supper. We left for The Schooner to meet up with Carl and enjoy awesome seafood.