“And…”
“Yes, it felt right, and yes, I feel something for him.”
“That’s awesome!” she squeals.
“Is it?”
“Yeah! You can finally be with someone you actually have feelings for and be happy.”
“I hope so.” I rub my face.
“I know so. Don’t be a pussy, and grow a pair. You love him, he loves you, just be together already.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“Why not?” she sounds confused.
“I asked him to come in tonight for a drink, and he used the excuse that we’d end up spending all night awake and that he didn’t want to press me into trying something I wasn’t ready for.”
“Uh, newsflash, that’s just him being mindful of how you feel and not wanting to press you to actually fuck when you’re not ready. Not many men would be like that. They’d just try their luck.”
“I guess you’re right. It’s all new to me. I’m usually the one in charge. It’s a weird change.”
“You’ll find your place with him. It’ll all come in due time. Don’t worry.”
“I hope so.
“I know so. Now get some rest. You have a long flight tomorrow, and then we have to party!”
“Fuck me,” I groan.
“Call Matt for that.” She giggles and hangs up on me.
My sister is crazy, but I love her. Even though I’m slightly scared for my sanity with spending a few days with her and her friends, I’m so grateful that she’s accepting me the way I am and not judging me for my choices.
I’m about to put my phone on mute until tomorrow when I feel it buzz in my hands. I check it, and it’s a message from MattTheGod. I chuckle to myself and open it.
MattTheGod: Amazing show and inspiration to masturbate you gave me, babe. Better than porn.
TattooedSoldier81: What do you mean?
MattTheGod: I heard you in the shower :)
TattooedSoldier81: Oh great, just my luck!
MattTheGod: Don’t be embarrassed, babe, I did the same. I couldn’t take it anymore. I’ve been masturbating, thinking about you for the past few months.
TattooedSoldier81: Really? Why? Why haven’t you said anything?
MattTheGod: Yes, really. Because you’re hot, and I like you. I haven’t said a thing because I wasn’t sure if you would be ready or not.
TattooedSoldier81: Fair enough, I’ve been masturbating thinking about you too. You drive me insane. I want to do things I never thought I would before.
MattTheGod: Next week when I come back. I made you a promise. I always keep my promises.
TattooedSoldier81: I’m looking forward to it.
MattTheGod: Me too, babe. I have to get some sleep. Have a good night, and see you in a week.
TattoedSoldier81: See you in a week. Goodnight, babe.
MattTheGod: Goodnight, babe.
The upcoming week is going to be so long. I never expected to feel this way after just one kiss and want more, need more, and now I have to wait a week. Just my fucking luck.
May 5, 2016
Thursday
I never thought Nate would be the one to take the lead and kiss the shit out of me. That has to be hands down the best kiss I’ve ever had. I don’t know if it’s because it’s with someone I’m quickly developing feelings for and if it was just meant to be, or because it was Nate’s first kiss and we both took it slow. Either way, it was fucking mind-blowing.
And to top it all off, hearing him masturbate in the shower and moan my name as he came, that sent me over the edge. I barely had to touch myself before I came hard. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a powerful orgasm.
I intend to keep my promise when I come back from Hawaii. I want Nate. I need him. I need to taste him and know how he feels.
I’m getting hard just thinking about it and right now, I’m not in the position or place to get a hard on.
I’m going through security at the airport to be on my merry way to Hawaii. A part of me is excited to go. I mean a week of fun, parties, and wedding of my two best friends; what more could someone ask for, right? The other part of me wants to stay behind and get to know Nate more, in and out of bed, but mostly in. I want to find out what he likes, how he likes it, how he’ll respond to my touch, to my kisses. Will he enjoy me sucking him? Will it get him hard or will he freak out? Will he want to suck me? Will he let me fuck him or just want to fuck me? I can’t wait until the day we get to explore together.
A part of me wishes I had said yes to going in last night and see how things could have gone, but I wasn’t ready. Not because I’m questioning how I feel, but because I knew I wouldn’t have been able to leave today. I would have wanted more, and I would have felt shit either way. If I left him, I’d feel bad, but if I stayed I’d feel bad for missing Haven and Spencer’s wedding. There was no winning, so I took the chicken way out and said no. I was shocked at myself for sticking to it, especially when I heard him masturbating. I wish I could have seen it. That’s such a turn on to see someone masturbate and to masturbate yourself, without touching each other. It’s so hot and such an intimate thing to do together.
I’m brought out of my Nate-induced thoughts when the metal detector beeps as I walk through it. I hold in a groan and step to the side for the customs guard to pat me down.
“Any keys, wallet, belt, phone or change on you?” he asks me, sounding so bored with what he has to do. Patting down hot men isn’t that unpleasant.
“No, everything is in the tray.” I hold my arms out and put my legs shoulder width apart as it’s instructed on the chart.
He starts to pat me down and makes a disgusted face when he brushes my hard on. Told you that just thinking about Nate was getting me hard.
“Really? You’re getting a kick out of getting patted down? You disgust me,” he mutters under his breath.
“No, I was just thinking about someone and got a bit carried away.” I smirk.
“You can get your stuff,” he says gruffly and goes back to the metal detector.
Such a charming man, he must love his life.
I pick up my bag and the rest of my stuff and get on my way to get a much-needed coffee. Despite not spending the night at Nate, it didn’t mean I got much sleep. He invaded my every thought, and I couldn’t fall asleep. Combine that with two articles deadlines, and I was busy all day, typing away as I was trying to focus on the task ahead. I swear I feel like I’m back to when I was sixteen and just started to date. I feel like a fucking horny teenager. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I’m a grown man. I shouldn’t feel like that. Or maybe I should? Maybe I’m feeling more for Nate than I thought I did and in fact never was really in love before? I’m not so sure anymore. What was I really feeling for John? Or for Justin, my first boyfriend. Was I ever in love with them?
“What can I get you, sir?” a young blonde woman asks me.
“Sorry?” I ask confused.
“Coffee? Tea?” She giggles.
“Oh, yeah, sorry.” I chuckle. “Black Americano, two shots, a bacon and cheese sandwich, and a pickle please.” I smile at her and get my money ready.
“Coming right up.” She takes care of my coffee and food as I hand my money to another barista and move to the side.
A few minutes later, I take my warm cup and my food and head to my gate. I have another hour before we can board the flight, so I make myself comfortable in one of the chairs and pull out my Kindle to read to pass the time. All the while eating my sandwich and sipping my coffee.
I love traveling, but I hate all the waiting it takes once you’re through customs. It’s full of people, annoying kids, and germs. Not the best place to spend hours waiting.
Half an hour into waiting and there’s an announcement saying that the flight has been delayed by another hour. I groan to myself, not happy that I have to wait longer. I’m a pain when I travel and there are issues. I’m well aware of that. I just like things to go as planned. You’d think
I’m perfectly calm and collected all the time, but that’s not true. Some things really irk me, and this is one of them. Why couldn’t they tell us before? Why just now? I could have gone and got myself a proper meal instead of a lukewarm sandwich. Yeah, I am a pain in the ass.
I blow out a breath and pick up my phone. I shoot a quick group text to Spencer, Haven, and Gabby.
Me: Flight delayed by another hour. KMN!
Gabby: You big baby! Get yourself a donut.
Me: Why a donut?
Gabby: Well, double purpose. You can either eat it or stick your dick through the hole!
Me: Bitch, please! My dick is way too big to fit in the hole without ruining the donut!
Spencer: I can vouch for that!
Haven: TMI you two!!!
Me: Prude!
Gabby: I second Haven. I’m your sister. I shouldn’t know that kind of thing.
Me: You’re the one who started it with fucking a donut.
Gabby: I know, and I regret it!
Me: Good! I still have a pickle to eat, though…
Spencer: Or suck on!
Me: You know me too well. I do love sucking.
Gabby: TMI!
Haven: TMI!
Me: Prudes!
Gabby: You love us that way!
Me: I do! Don’t get too drunk without me.
Haven: Too late, we’re having so much fun.
Me: I’m sure you’re all miserable. I’m the life of the party!
Gabby: Keep telling yourself that!
Me: Whatever you say! Love you all. See you later. Have a COCKtail for me.
Gabby: I will have a cock for you.
Me: TMI, sis!
Gabby: Payback is a bitch ha!
Me: You’re the bitch! Love you!
I chuckle to myself. I can’t wait to join them all. I’m jealous that they got to go before me, but I really couldn’t put those articles off any longer. They were last minute because Shane ended up getting sick, and I had to take over the ongoing articles he had.
I decide to shoot a quick text to Nate, but I quickly realize that we never exchanged numbers. We live next to each other, so if we needed anything or wanted to hang out, we’d just go for it. My only option is to log onto Hunt4Gays and message him there.
MattTheGod: Hey, babe, flight delayed, annoyed and bored, what are you up to?
While I wait for a reply, I pick up my pickle and take a bite out of it. I love pickles and not because they remind me of a big cock.
My phone buzzes in my hand. Nate replied already. I smile to myself and open the message.
TattooedSoldier81: Look up.
I frown at my phone, confused and look up, pickle still between my lips, eyes meeting Nate’s blue eyes. He’s grinning, sitting a few rows from me. I smirk and start licking the tip of the pickle.
He crosses his legs and adjusts himself. I’m affecting him quicker than I thought. I don’t stop my teasing. I want to see how far I can push him until he has to go to the bathroom to either finish off or take some time out.
I lick and suck at the pickle, swirling my tongue at the tip of it, taking small bites of it. The people around us don’t exist, but I’m sure a few of them are looking at me disgusted and thinking I’m just weird. I’m surprised no one has called for security yet.
It doesn’t take Nate long before he gets up quickly and power walks to the bathroom, holding his bag in front of his crotch. I pack up my stuff and get up. I throw away the rest of my coffee and eat the last bite of the pickle before following him to the bathroom.
I was ready to wait for a week, but this teasing probably got me as worked up and hard as it did Nate.
I walk toward him, making him walk back into a stall. Probably not the best place to make out and do whatever else we’re going to do, but this is the handiest place we have.
I lock the door behind me, and we drop our bags. We’re both panting, looking at each other, waiting to see who will make the first move, who will give into temptation first.
It takes us approximately ten seconds before we are on each other, even if it felt like an eternity.
I knew Matt was traveling to Hawaii, but I had no idea we would end up on the same flight and much less stuck in an airport together. I don’t really know why I didn’t walk to him straightaway when I saw him. I sat there, watching him, taking him in for twenty minutes. I was about to message him when he messaged me.
Just watching him and thinking about last night was making me hard, but the fact that he was sucking on that pickle as if it were a cock, my cock, nearly sent me over the edge straightaway.
I had to escape to the bathroom to take care of business, but Matt didn’t see it that way. He followed me, and that’s how I ended up with my back against the bathroom stall, my dick out and Matt’s lips wrapped around the tip.
Was I ready for it to finally happen? Yes. Did I ever expect it to happen in an airport bathroom? Not in a million years. Do I care? No.
His voluptuous lips are wrapped around the tip of my cock, sucking and teasing. He’s out to make it last for me and for it to be memorable when I just want to come and reciprocate. I want to feel him, taste him.
With his left hand, he’s playing with my balls. Squeezing and rolling them ever so gently as he’s stroking my dick with his right hand.
He pulls away from me and licks his lips, never breaking eye contact as he’s stroking me lazily, hunger filling his eyes. He wants more but doesn’t want to go too fast for me when I want nothing more than for him to take me. The only issue is I’m rendered speechless because of the mind-blowing experience I’m going through right now.
He’s deliberately taking his time, enjoying this sweet torture he’s putting me through, and truth be told, I’m enjoying every single second of it.
He flicks the tip of his tongue on the tip of my cock before dragging it down, ever so slowly. My legs are weak, barely holding me up from the amount of pleasure I’m feeling.
I never thought it would feel this good. Either Matt really is a god, or I’m feeling this way because it was always meant to be Matt. Either way, this is heaven.
When he reaches the base of my cock with his tongue, he licks and sucks on my balls, nearly sending me over the edge right then and there. My strangled moan must have been enough to let him know that I was already close because he pulls away from me and smirks at me. I groan at the loss of his lips around my cock and the warmth and wetness of his mouth.
Not a word is exchanged between us. They aren’t needed. We know.
I take a deep breath and gasp when he takes my cock deep in his mouth and throat. I wasn’t prepared for this. He looks up at me, his eyes shining with pleasure, my cock deep in his mouth and slowly pulls away, but not all the way. He stops at the tip and sucks on it, long and hard before taking my cock deep in his mouth again.
I’m not going to last much longer if he keeps this up. I can already feel my balls tightening as he keeps sucking me hard. I’m glad there’s a wall behind me or I’d have fallen to the ground already.
“Babe, I’m getting close,” I whisper as I can feel myself get closer and closer. I don’t want to just come down his throat without warning.
He just winks at me and sucks me harder and faster, squeezing and rolling my balls in rhythm. I entwine my right hand in his hair, guiding him down on my cock as I thrust my hips to his rhythm.
It doesn’t take long for me to come in a low, deep groan, emptying myself into Matt’s mouth.
My breathing is heavy, my heart is pounding, and I feel like I weigh a ton, but I’ve never felt this light. It’s like something has been lifted off of my shoulders.
I look down at Matt who is still crouching down between my legs, hair messed up, a big grin on his face as he’s lazily stroking my cock, licking the few remnants of cum he didn’t get.
He stands up and looks into my eyes before kissing me passionately. Tasting him and myself on his lips and tongue just makes me want to get down on him and do wh
at he just did to me. And that’s exactly what I intend to do.
“Your turn.” I smirk and push him against the other wall. I don’t lose any time and kneel down between his legs.
Looking up at him, I undo his belt and pants before taking his rock hard cock out. To my surprise, he’s pierced. A shiny hoop is going through the tip of his dick. I look up at him, and he shrugs, amused.
A shiver runs through Matt’s body as I lick the tip of his cock, outlining the piercing and the slit. A reaction I’m proud I caused. I’ve never cared much about making someone else come. I know, that’s selfish, but it’s different with Matt. I want to make him come as hard as he made me come.
His hips thrust forward as I lick my way down his cock. He groans in pleasure as he balls his fists by his sides, maybe trying not to force me on his cock too fast, letting me get my own rhythm.
“Passengers for flight, American Airlines eight-five-three to Hawaii, are requested to come to gate sixty-three for boarding. Thank you.” We both groan in annoyance at the announcement over the system.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Matt shouts, annoyed, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Sorry, babe, you’ll have to wait a bit longer.” I’m as gutted as he is that we can’t finish, but the despair in his voice is rather amusing.
“It’s not funny! You’re not the one who’ll have to walk around with blue balls and a major hard on!” He goes to do his pants back up, but I stop him.
“Let’s see how fast you can come.” I smirk and start to suck him hard as I stroke the base of his cock with my right hand.
“Fuck,” he mutters as he holds my head and fucks my mouth. Not to the point of making me gag, but going deep enough that I can feel some slight discomfort with the first intrusion of a cock down my throat.
I gag a few times as I let him fuck my mouth, looking up at him as I hold his ass with my hands, pushing him forward. I’m not sure why, but feeling him go down my throat, even though it feels foreign, makes me hard again.
It doesn’t take him long to come. He lets out a deep groan as he holds onto the wall behind me with one hand, holding my head to his cock with the other, slowing down his thrusts as he empties himself down my throat.
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