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Layover Lay
🕑 Added 2023-11-20 01:00:03 +0000 UTCAbout 6 months out of film school, one of my former and wealthier classmates reached out with an idea to start a production studio in Atlanta where he lived. He was one of those trust fund guys who had already made a good amount of his own money. I on the other hand was living in New York City and had a massive amount of student loan debt.
The opportunity seemed too good to pass up, so I agreed to uproot my life and move to Atlanta from NYC. I would stay in the spare room, in his penthouse condo, and drive one of his luxury cars to get around, and he said he would pay for everything while we got it up and running. So I started packing.
At this point in my life, I had already known and accepted I was bisexual. However, I was sure I was like 70/30 straight and only had sex with guys when I was drunk or in a drought. I wasn’t out in any way, but I was enjoying my city life of hooking up on Tinder and Grindr depending on my mood. It helps that I’m fairly good-looking. Though I’m only 5’9” and weigh in at 135lbs, skinny toned, I do “give good face” and wear my hair like I belong in Hollywood. I’m fairly masculine, not in any way campy so guys don’t question my sexuality and I’m not a jock d-bag so women really enjoy my company as well.
I was concerned moving from NYC to Atlanta that I would have to live more conservatively, but I told myself I was down there for work, not sex. I would also still travel back to NYC for work from time to time so I could certainly have my fun during those trips if I needed it. I put all my stuff in storage and packed a large suitcase for the initial move to Atlanta.
I didn’t spend the extra cash for a direct flight so I had a 3-hour layover in South Carolina. It was about 2 pm and I wasn’t hungry so I did some walking around. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself at one of the newsstands, they had porn magazines at the top of their rack. I couldn’t imagine reading one of those on the plane or even buying one to take with me to a hotel.
After an hour of walking around, I stumbled across this section of the airport that had outdoor wooden rocking chairs in a very sunny corridor that no one was using. So I decided to sit, enjoy the sun, and check social media. But then my mind started to wander and laugh some more about the porn magazines.
Curiosity did get the better of me though, so I decided to open Grindr. I figured I wasn’t going to be using it in Atlanta anytime soon so it couldn’t hurt to do some window shopping and see what South Carolina has to offer.
A lot of guys must have been on the app right here in the airport because they were within a mile and the airport is huge. Sure enough, I started getting hit up by a few guys. Most of them were not my type, or “Gen guys” who wanted to “destroy” me...which I never really understood or wanted to be a part of.
One faceless guy hit me up asking me if I was at the airport. I told him I was and we started chatting. At first, it was casual conversation, he said he was on his way back to Ohio after a week's vacation and I told him I was heading to Atlanta for work. Then the conversation got a little more dirty.
“I was hoping to get laid on this trip, but no such luck lol,” he messaged.
“Lol, I feel you, I’m looking at weeks of all work and no play as soon as I land in Atlanta,” I told him.
“Jerking off wasn’t an option because I shared a hotel room with a few people,” he told me.
“Damn, a week without beating off is too long lol,” I joked.
“Tell me about it, I am constantly fighting an erection today. I’m losing that battle right now though lol,” he told me.
That made my dick get hard. I looked around to make sure no one was around to see me. I was the only person at my gate because I was still an hour and a half away from boarding.
“Same here, too bad we didn’t bump into each other on your vacation,” I teased.
“Yeah, I saw your pics on your profile and my balls started to ache thinking about the ways I would use you to get off lol,” he sent.
Now I was hard and my level of horny was climbing to that “make dumb decisions” level.
“I guess you were hoping we were on the same flight back to Ohio?” I asked.
“Lol, was really hoping you were a bit of a freak and wanted to hook up here at the airport,” he quickly messaged.
“I’m not really that kind of guy, though I once jerked off with a friend of mine on the long bus ride for a field trip back in high school,” I told him.
“I’d let you jerk me off in front of all these people lol,” he fired back.
“Your dick is probably too big, we’d get caught,” I said, hoping he would send a pic of his dick.
“It’s only 7.5” cut,” he told me.
“Yeah, we wouldn’t be able to hide that lol,” I told him.
“We could go to one of the bathroom stalls?” he suggested.
“Lol, yeah,” I responded thinking he was joking.
“I’m not sure what gate you’re at but I have time before my flight, could meet you in the middle,” he said.
“That’s true,” I told him, feeling my dick get harder and trying to hide it. I looked at his profile again, no pics but he’s 23, 6’, and 150 lbs, with barely any details other than being “negative.”
His next message was a picture of him at his gate looking sexy. So I sent one back of me chillen at my gate shrugging.
“Damn you’re cute,” he said.
“You too lol,” I responded.
“If you’re up for it, I wouldn’t mind a quick jerk sesh in the bathroom with you,” he said.
“Lol, that’s how it starts,” I fired back.
“Lol, well if you wanted it to go further I wouldn’t mind,” he told me.
“I don’t know if I have time for it to go further...but I think I’m down to j/o real quick,” I told him, my heart beating so fast I thought I might be sick from the nervousness.
“I’m down,” he said. Then we went back and forth on where to meet. Eventually landing on the bathroom nearest my gate because my flight was boarding first.
After about 10 minutes he messaged me that he was in the handicapped stall in the far corner and that I should hurry. When I walked into the bathroom there was a guy washing his hands about to walk out. I walked up to the stall against the wall in the and pushed the door carefully.
It opened quickly and he was standing there with a huge grin, looking sexy as hell. I locked the door behind me. Because we were trying not to get caught we didn’t really talk, mostly body language and hand signals. This wasn’t either of our first times hooking up, but certainly my first in these conditions.
He wasted no time pulling his shirt over his head in the front, pulling his shorts down to his ankles showing his dick, hard in his royal blue 2xist briefs. It looked even bigger than 7.5 inches as it snaked up and poked out the waistband. I nervously dropped my shorts to my ankles revealing my black CK lowrise briefs. He smiled and immediately pulled his dick and balls out above the waistband of his underwear and started stroking.
I followed suit and pushed my waistband below my balls, my barely 7” cut dick was rock hard and throbbing. He quickly reached out and started stroking me and him. It felt so good but I resisted moaning because I heard someone come into the bathroom.
Time was against us and I wasn’t going to cum standing up like this and jerking off so I decided he needed to cum more than I did and I grabbed his dick and started beating him off giving him all my focus. His dick was definitely thicker than mine and leaking precum already.
I had only stroked him for about 30 seconds and he closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall. I had to take a step forward to reposition because he leaned against the wall and I had a bad grip on his dick. I think he misunderstood what I was doing and he put his hand on the back of my head to guide me down to suck his dick.
I hadn’t expected it to go here, but I got caught up in the moment and let him guide his dick into my mouth. It tasted clean with a slight musk. His precum had very little taste but had a noticeable viscosity. He let out a soft moan as I took more than half of his length into my throat.
“That’s it,” he whispered.
I tried my best to use the few tricks I knew but focused more on not gagging or making any other noises that people outside the stall would recognize as blow job sounds. He kept both his hands on the back of my head guiding me to slowly take it all and then pulled most of it out of my mouth.
“Mmm...fuck,” he whispered at a barely audible level.
He started pushing deeper with each slow thrust into my throat and holding it longer each time, I thought he might be getting close to cumming. I started massaging his balls and could tell from the swelling of his dick in my throat and the amount of precum lubing my mouth that he was certainly getting there.
He suddenly pulled all the way out, let his dick hit me in the face, smiling down at me. I jerked him a little unsure of why he stopped.
“Stand up,” he whispered and gestured with a head nod.
I did and he dropped down, engulfing my now mostly soft dick, it felt so good. It was wet and sloppy, making way more noise than I would have liked. I did nothing to stop it though. I would never cum being jerked off standing like this but his sucking skills were the best I’ve had and might do the job. I breathed heavily and just let him do his thing.
Rubbing my hands through my hair, I had to remind myself not to moan, just heavy breathing from both of us. We heard the door to the bathroom open and a bunch of people walked in. He kept sucking me until we noticed someone trying to open our stall.
We both froze. That guy moved on. I looked down and almost laughed at him looking at me holding my dick in his hand, licking the tip. We heard a few urinals flush, some hand washing, the door opening and closing a few times.
I looked down and watched him suck my balls a little, this was intense.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed out.
Another person tried to open the stall door and I jumped a little. He jumped up too so I quickly started pulling up my underwear from under my balls, covering my spit-covered hard dick. He put his finger over his lips as if to tell me not to make a sound. Then with his other hand, he slid my briefs all the way down to my ankles.
I wasn’t sure what the plan was but I went along with it. He went back onto his knees and I thought he was going to suck me some more but with his hands, he spun me around slowly to face the wall. My shorts and underwear acted like leg shackles. It was a little clumsy but I got turned around towards the wall.
He started massaging my ass cheeks and rubbing a finger of spit across my hole. This felt great, I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a soft moan.
“Shh,” he whispered.
Then he started to rim my hole which made it even harder to keep quiet. The pleasure from his tongue in my hole was mind-blowing. I was so tense from the stress of my life-changing move to Atlanta, and then meeting up with this guy in the bathroom made me more tense, but this moment was taking away all that tension and I was enjoying every second of it.
Another person tried to open the stall door. I felt the tongue leave my hole and he stood up quickly. We both waited to hear the guy walk away. The bathroom door opened and you could hear a bunch of people walking in, some trying to shake the stall door we were in.
I felt his dick slide between my legs while we waited to continue. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. He slowly slid back and forth, his dick leaving precum on the back of my balls and trailing all the way up my ass across my hole and it felt good. He kissed my neck and pushed his dick up between my butt cheeks across my hole again.
“Mmm,” I moaned.
“Shh,” he whispered in my ear as he slid his dick across my hole again.
I was so turned on by everything happening.
“I have a condom in my bag,” he whispered.
“Ok,” I whispered back.
He quickly turned to the toilet where he closed the lid and had set his bag before I got there. I heard him digging around opening and closing zippers. I heard the bathroom door opening and closing as guys came in and out. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
Before I knew it he was back to kissing my neck.
“Mmm,” I moaned quietly.
He slipped a bottle of poppers into one of my hands. I heard him unwrapping a condom, I looked over my shoulder to see him roll it down his dick which now looked even bigger than when it was in my mouth. I quickly took a hit of the poppers, it must have been a new bottle because one hit got my head spinning, so naturally I took a second even bigger hit to really get going.
He kissed my neck some more and I felt him rubbing some lube into my hole. I just tried to relax and enjoy it. Quickly his hand rubbing lube into my hole became the tip of his condom-covered dick.
“Relax,” he whispered.
Then I felt him push hard and the tip popped in along with an extra inch making that stretching crinkling condom noise along with the sound of him letting out a sigh of relief.
“Shit,” I grunted softly and hit my fist gently on the wall I was pressed against.
“So tight,” he whispered in my ear and then kissed my neck.
I took another hit of the poppers and he slowly pushed into me until every last inch was in me.
“Mmm,” he moaned.
I was trying to breathe and relax as he took the poppers from me and took a hit. He slowly started to slide back out then pushed all the way in quickly and held it there.
“mmm...You ok?” he asked.
I nodded my head “Yes,” he pushed all the way back in.
“Mmm,” I moaned.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
He started to build into a rhythm, trying not to slap his pelvis against my ass cheeks and make that noise that tells everyone someone is fucking in here. It felt so good, I could feel him hitting my prostate and my dick was back to full mast. I started to jerk myself off as he started going harder and deeper than before.
“Mmm,” he moaned quietly in my ear.
He started really fucking me with all his strength. I was surprised he already lasted this long. I figured he’d cum really quickly since he hadn’t blown a load in a week. I could already feel myself building an orgasm.
“Fuck you feel so good...ungh...so tight,” he whispered and buried his dick as deep as it could go.
I could feel the waistband of his underwear still under his balls as he was grinding his hips into my ass, his dick deep in my hole.
“Fuck yeah,” I said as quiet as possible.
He pulled out and slammed back into me hard, it felt amazing hitting that spot inside me.
“Oh fuck yes,” I whispered.
He gave a few more deep thrusts hitting me just right, I picked up the speed on my own dick.
“I’m getting close,” I warned him.
“Me too,” he whispered back.
A few more deep slow thrusts and kisses on my neck. I turned my head to kiss him and he thrust as deep into me as he could, nearly lifting me off the ground.
“Fuck you feel so...oh shit,” he whispered.
“Mmm,” I moaned, thrusting my ass back at him for the next deep thrust into me.
“I think the condom broke,” he whispered in my ear, still thrusting into me.
“Shit,” I whispered.
He stopped thrusting and pulled out completely. I looked over my shoulder and it was broken and rolled up around the base of his hard cock. He looked at me smiling and slowly pulled it off and tossed it in the toilet. He reached over to his bag to grab another one. Then he unzipped another pocket and dug around.
I took another hit of the poppers, let my head start to spin then took another hit.
“I...I don’t think I have another one,” he said as quietly as possible.
“Shit...I don’t have my bag with me,” I whispered back, my head spinning from the poppers and the horniness, I started to bend down to pull up my underwear.
“Are you comfortable going bare?” he whispered.
I stood back up and took a pause.
“Do you have anything?” I asked, looking him in the eyes.
“No, do you?” he whispered back.
“No,” I whispered.
He got behind me again grinning, kissed my neck, and rubbed his bare dick across my hole.
“Do you want me to fuck you bare?” he asked and kissed me again.
I wanted to make the smart decision, but my dick was making my decisions and I just nodded “Yes”. He spit on his dick and slowly slid it into me raw.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered.
“Mmmm,” I moaned back.
He quickly got back into the rhythm he had before, deep slow strokes. Both of us were enjoying every inch of his bare cock inside me. His precum added a natural lube for us to both better enjoy the deep thrusts.
“Fuck that feels good,” he said, barely audible.
“Mmm hmmm,” I moaned quietly.
A few more deep thrusts and I felt myself getting close again. Then I heard the intercom start to page my name to board the plane.
“I’m about to cum,” I said quietly.
“Me too, want me to pull out?” he asked in my ear and kissed my neck, thrusting harder and deeper than before.
I was so turned on, pulling my cock and getting my ass stretched out by a raw dick.
“I’m about to cum inside you,” he warned.
I didn’t want him to cum inside me but I also wanted him to cum inside me at the same time.
“I’m gonna cum,” I whispered, feeling my ass tighten around his cock.
“Can I cum inside you?” he asked one last time.
“Oh yes,” I whispered as I felt my orgasm boil over, my ass tightened feeling him force his cock harder into my hole and across my prostate.
“I’m cumming” he whispered. I felt his dick swell inside me and his hot, week-long load shot inside my hole, lubing those last few deep thrusts. It pushed my orgasm over the edge and I clenched harder on his dick and my balls tightened, cum erupting from my dick onto the wall of the bathroom stall.
“Fuck,” I whispered as best I could.
“Ungh...mmm,” he grunted into my ear, thrusting and twitching his last few ropes of cum into me.
My own orgasm subsiding, the last few shots of cum running down my fist as I finished off. I heard them call my name again.
“Oh shit, that’s me,” I whispered.
He quickly pulled out of my ass. I flung the cum on my hand off onto the floor and quickly pulled up my briefs and shorts. I saw him grabbing toilet paper to wipe his dick off.
“I gotta run,” I whispered.
“Yeah, hurry,” he said, lifting the waistband out from under his balls and back over his now flaccid dick.
I took one more look at him and then snuck out of the stall, rinsed my hands, and then ran back to my gate, clenching my ass the whole way. I barely made it before they closed the door. I found my seat, the last one open. I buckled my seatbelt and sat back and let out a sigh of relief. My phone buzzed in my pocket, I looked and it was a message from him.
“Did you make it to your flight?” he asked.
“Just barely,” I responded.
“Damn, that was so hot, I want a round 2 lol,” he shot back.
“I wish, but now I have your cum in me for an hour and a half flight lol,” I told him.
“Mmm good, enjoy it,” was the last thing I got from him before having to turn off my phone.
I didn’t expect my layover to go so well, but I’m glad it happened. Just wish I knew his name.
