TX U S 69 Hook-Up by Mike Austin
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My text alert beeped. It was Carl, "where you boi", "at airport SIR", "be out front in 15", "YES SIR" and I left for the front of the terminal building. I had several hours before my flight and felt I could advise him and he'd take it from there. The wind was brisk but not blowing hard and the skies were pretty clear by not when Carl's truck pulled to the curb and retrieve me. "Not much time and need to fuck, so we'll go to the hangar now that the guys are gone and no maintenance crew on duty as of now so can get you there", he spat matter of factly. He pulled to the hangar, went into the back room through an office and out into the open hangar bay. The tall ceiling cleared the craft that came and went there. The wind blowing made a hollow woooosh noise inside. In the middle of the hangar bay, Carl shoved me to my knees, removed his belt, swatted my back and shoulders then used it as a make shift collar, tugging it tightly around my throat. I felt my face flush as he tightened the belt more, then told me to "open wide slut", yanked my head back and I showed my wide throat hole that was for his use and pleasure. He began an intense face fuck, told me to "slime my dick real good for your pussy" and deep throat fucked me steadily. His thick tool grew and reached that proud degree where it's cantilevered away from his torso when he stepped back from my face. He tugged the belt higher, craning my neck up and again pulled telling me to "all 4s NOW" I complied. My jeans down, he grabbed the plug twisted and pulled it out. The vast hangar echoed his orders and soon witnessed his deep dick-breeding in the sub-pussy............ The routine slap Slap SLAP noises of breeding also echoed in the vast space and blended with the wind blowing a bit harder outside. It may not have been, but the sounds mixed to heighten my awareness I was certain. His deep gut thrusts told me I was his for use and he spat on then slapped the back of my head. How could he have learned I craved that action SO VERY FUCKING MUCH!!!!! "Arch it back" he ordered, I obeyed, "that's it, open that bitch hole for THE MAN" again I complied and grabbed his cock with my muscles at each thrust in and withdrawal. He tugged my belted throat backwards and increased his pace. "Almost there slut" he remarked, "work for it, for this black sperm you crave", again I made every effort to comply. The slap fuck noises increased as did his brutal assault in my hole. His breathing grew more rapid, I felt his body tense and shoved back hard against his torso as he exploded in me. His thick bone throbbing with each sperm shot, banged against my walls. He finished, pulled out then yanked my belted neck around and face fucked me to finish off; before pulling out, smacking my face a few times with his still throbbing cock, told me to get dressed and with that shoved the plug back in me. My guts spasmed and my hole throbbed; I think for more of this ALPHA's fuck. I craved his use; their use. He retuned me to the terminal building, went back through the security check as I watched his truck leave the airport driveway and onto US Hwy 69.
I sat in sore silence staring out the windows waiting for the 737 that was my equipment, I had ample time to think and feel my soreness engulf me. The 3 ALPHAS used me, Rick was correct in knowing my cravings. I HAD to have more from these 3 MEN. The return flight and drive home were both uneventful. I received a few texts from other top men but told them I was out of town and offered my regrets. One in particular, the Italian was so fucking hot in his motorcycle cop uniform. I almost, boned, but then knew that part of my life had ceased with Rick's entry into and dominance of my life. I thought hard after getting home and grabbing a shower, of how in just 3 short weeks, my world had been taken over by this man, THIS ALPHA with a girlfriend and how I was so relieved to be his toyboy, his cumslut, HIS..................................
The routine repeated itself, on Thursday I got my instructions via text and Friday morning made my way to the airport, E-ticket receipt in hand, prepped and ready for my short flight to JBRA, tote slung over as a backpack. The friendly gate attendant smiled and posed "another weekend trip, sir"? "Yes mam, visiting friends" and twitched my ring as I admitted my plans to her. We boarded quickly and without delay, taxied out to the runway, then sat off runway waiting for equipment ahead of us and several approaching crafts to clear before the bell tone sounded. We pivoted at runway end and without any added delay felt the 737 rock forward and quickly accelerate; pass V-1 and the nose edged up, and mid craft gear lift off, we sailed skyward in brilliant sun. I love that rush of take-off when a pilot pushes full- throttle. That same feeling of being fucked full-throttle I mused!!!! I landed, deplaned and sat in the gate area waiting for Rick. An hour passed before a text came in "out front NOW" came Carl's order. I obeyed. "The guys are delayed getting in n Rick asked me to take you to the motel til they got back; I still got the card key to get your piece of tail in the room, but got no time to fuck you and need to get my black ass back to work, so don't gimme no shit about Rick or droppin your eager cunt off and not givin you any dick, ya hear me slut", he directed. "Yes SIR" my reply. "I might jus give you the damned card to get in and drop you off there" he went on. "NO SIR Rick gave that to you for your use I know he did, you keep it and just get me in the room" I noted. Carl turned looked at me, "aight" his only remark. Soon we pulled in the lot, went in the lobby to the elevator, up to the door and thanked him as the door light clicked green; then Carl disappeared down the stairs. Inside, I stared out eh window and barely caught his truck leave the lot. The air came on and fan speed was on high. It roared in the room. I could hear my heart beat.
I remained in submissive silence. I was torn between remaining dressed or being naked when they arrived. I decided to stay dressed. My growling stomach took my attention away. Was it growling for food or dick and cum? Knowing I couldn't leave the room, I found a power bar in Rick's stash and knew he wouldn't mind me having that snack. Another hour went by and Carl's text jolted me from my staring out at the evening lights that flickered on all around the motel. "They delayed more bout another hour, told me to tell you to order pizza if you want, I'm here waiting for a rush parts order, not gonna see you now til maybe later" and that ended Carl's update.
I ordered pizza as directed. A half hour later the driver arrived. He was a sexy Latin teen and know he realized I was a submissive, but accepted my tip with a grin and said to ask for him when I ordered again. I nodded, close the door and fantasized about him delivering more than pizza. I ate 1 slice and saved the rest for the guys if they showed up. Again silence until I heard the door click and Carl walked in. I beamed and he sat at the small table with a beer and ate 2 more pizza slices then downed his beer. He stood, walked to the bathroom, stripped and got in the shower. I sat on the toilet holding his towel, waiting to be called in or ignored. The latter happened and when he finished I dried him off and we left for the bedroom area. I expected more than happened. He tweaked my nips and told me to wake him at 11 if they weren't in yet. The promised ETA that Rick had advised had long since come and gone and now Carl was here asleep. What was I there for if not pleasing the ALPHAS? I was drifting off to sleep in the chair when the door clicked again. Rick and Tom entered and looked really rough. They sat at the table and polished off the 5 remaining pizza slices. Tom headed for the shower first, rick worked my nips over, asked if Carl had used me or what had I been doing all afternoon and evening. I told him I'd behaved, that Carl didn't want to use me, but needed sleep, that I'd eaten one slice of pizza and saved the rest for them and admitted to being worried whether he was safe? He grinned, gave me a choke hold hug and Tom emerged drying off, then it was Rick's turn in the shower. Tom popped my butt with the towel and Rick called me to join him in the shower. I soaped Rick well and he had me blow him, came down my throat, though his intense fatigue was evident and I knew he needed rest. When we returned to the bedroom, Tom and Carl both were fast asleep in the large king. Rick raised his hands and told me I'd have to sleep in the chair as he climbed in bed and went sound asleep too. Three ALPHAS and not anywhere near what I expected.
Rick's cell alarm went off at 6 and the 3 guys woke, stood, peed, dressed and took me downstairs to the breakfast bar. They still looked worn out, even after hours of sleep. Carl handed me the card key and the three of them left me alone on my own at the motel. I was screaming horny...........My cell lit up about 2 hours later. Rick's GF in Lake Charles had gone into labor and he was diverting there and not returning to Beaumont to be with her. Carl's text followed that he was waiting for more parts and Tom was picking up Rick's runs since he was going to Lake Charles. I ached to be fucked. Taking matters in hand was out of the question but I decided to pee and get some relief and did. Reluctantly, I texted Rick CONGRATS, then sat watching PBS. I figured he'd be gone for the weekend and whether Tom, picking up Rick's schedule now, would have time for me or Carl using me, came clearly into focus? There was the Latin desk clerk and the Latino delivery guy, but how would I explain them if any of my ALPHAS came back? That's when Carl's text flashed on my cell. "My nephew is headed your way, take care of him". "Thank you SIR" my reply. I sat for another hour and the door knock startled me to reality. I opened the door to a tall, football player built 20-something. "You Unc's slut I hear" he opened. "Yes SIR for your use per Mr. Carl's directive" I responded. "Get my dick out n suck it fag", I did. His think veiny dick had a very pointed head and his long sack of balls had every need for my tongue. He slapped my face with his dick some, but was there for a blow job and nothing more. He hammered my mouth and flooded my throat. When he finished, he raised his hand, the fingers went from a peace sign to Fuck You, as he left the doorway and headed down the hall. Again silence. I sent Carl a Thank You text, but got nothing in return. My weekend continued but saw nothing more of my ALPHAS. I phoned a cab, took it to the airport Sunday, then sat alone at the terminal waiting as three passengers gathered, then several more and we chatted some briefly awaiting the boarding call. The flight was solitary and I felt alone again. I got no text directive on Thursday about a Friday flight, nor did I hear more from Carl or Tom. I realized I'd been a convenience, a tool and there was no future plan to use me. My search would begin anew. Maybe one day I'd get summoned again, but for now, we were landing and I'd make my way to my apartment through the rain. No one saw my tears..... THE END