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I had a layover in Dallas on my way back to my home town in Texas. The flight I was to take to Houston, which would be my destination, was scheduled to leave in two hours. I was bushed from my flight from Germany, to New York, to Dallas, and now I was a short time from being back 'home.' As I sat in the waiting area of the airport, I was looking around hoping to see a familiar face. There were several other guys in the same area that looked pretty military to me. But none of them were looking around for someone to talk to. I decided that I needed to walk around, so I got up and walked out onto the concourse filled with people going from one gate to another to get to their destination. News stands, quick food stations, souvenir shops, all filled with people, all ages, all races, and some that I recognized as being newcomers to the States. As I passed one of the news stands, my eye caught the image of a well built young man that was paying for his newspaper. What caught my eye was his straight, military bearing, and the fact that he was wearing a pair of pants that revealed his buns. I turned back and carefully took another look at this body. Short light brown hair, well built through the shoulders, and a back that narrowed down to a trim waist, and then those two round butt muscles made my mind whirl with thoughts of being on the other side of this view and seeing what he had to offer from the front. I decided to step into the news stand, and see if I could get a full frontal view of this hot stud. I picked up a copy of the local paper and pretended to be looking at the headlines, with my head slightly bowed; I looked over the top of the paper at my object of attention. As he took his change, he thanked the clerk, pocketed the money, and turned around and faced me head on. He did not see that I was looking at his crotch, my mind whirling with thoughts about what he packed away in his shorts or briefs. I glanced up, and realized that he was looking at me as he paused before leaving the counter. I glanced up and looked into the eyes of a real hot guy.

He smiled at me and broke the silence when he said, "How are you doing today?" I was so shocked at him speaking to me, a total stranger that I stammered an answer about being “okay” and how tired I felt from the trip into Dallas. He stepped toward me and moved away from the counter. As he got closer, he dropped his eyes down to my crotch and for a brief moment checked me out. I must admit that from the time I stepped into the news stand that I was getting really aroused by this guy. I was fantasizing about seeing him fully naked and waiting for me to take his cock in my hand and start working him over. "Would you mind if I bought you a cup of coffee?" His manner was very casual and I could feel that he honestly wanted to talk so I said, "I could go for a cup. Maybe it would perk me up." We stepped back out into the concourse and he led the way to a Starbucks shop and stepping up to the counter he asked me what I wanted, and I told the clerk. Then this hot dude gave the clerk his order. When we had our coffee and he had paid for both of us, we again stepped out into the concourse. He led the way down to one of the gates that was not filled with people waiting for a flight. "Let's sit down here," he said, so we sat next to each other. I was very tense; not knowing what might come of this visit together. He took a sip of his coffee and asked me, "Where are you from?" I told him the name of the town where I was born and raised, and explained that I was going home on leave. He asked me several questions about my family, what I did in the military, and then he asked me if I was married. I told him that I was not and that there was no girlfriend waiting for me at home. He shared some of his personal data and that he too was single, and jokingly said it was because no girl had asked him to marry them. We laughed about that and took another sip of our coffee. As he moved his cup from his lips, he openly turned his head and looked down at my crotch. I felt that he would be disappointed because I was not well hung, particularly when flaccid, but I moved my legs to open up my crotch for his viewing. Then he looked back up into my face and blew my mind when he said, "How about us going over to the men’s rest room for awhile?"

I felt that I knew why he was suggesting that, and I thought a moment and said, "What do you have in mind?"

Our eyes met square on and he grinned and said, "Whatever might please you....." My heart began beating and my cock began to swell with anticipation. I paused for awhile, thinking about how risky it would be to meet for sex in a public rest room..... Then I said, "I've never been with a guy in a public rest room." He assured me that he knew how we could both be safe behind a stall door, and that they do lock from the inside. So I said, "Why not. I need to get some cum unloaded. It has been a long time since I relieved myself."

We both stood up and he said, "I’ll lead, you follow. If no one is in there we can both get in the stall at the same time. You will stand while I sit on the john."

We both entered the empty rest room, and he chose the handicapped stall. It was quiet roomy, and he sat down on the john. "Come over here," he said. I stepped up facing him. He confidently reached out and undid my belt buckle. He slipped the button through the button hole, grasped the zipper on my pants and slid it down all the way. My cock was getting very hard, and I felt like I could cum in my pants, I was so aroused and excited. He slipped my pants down about halfway on my legs and reached into the fly of my briefs. My cock was fully erect and pointing upward and to my left side. His hand reached down into my briefs and soon his hand was holding my hard cock. He squeezed it a time or two, and then he pulled my skin back down toward my balls; my cut cock surged with excitement as he stroked me up and down several times. Next he pulled my briefs down to where my pants were and when he did so, my cock was pulled down by the waistband of my briefs, and when it slipped free, and it flopped up and hit my belly and then dropped down to where it was straight up erect and pulsing with each heartbeat. My new friend grasped it with his full hand and pumped it a few times, and my pre-cum was beginning to ooze from my cock head. My friend gazed at my cock and moved it around in a circle as he gazed at it. Then, suddenly, he bent forward and encircled my cock head with his lips. I shuddered from head to toe with excitement. I had never had anyone take my cock in their mouth. I had often fantasized about it, and wanted it, but none of my friends were into man-to-man sex – at least none that I knew of anyway. His right hand was wrapped around my hot cock and he slowly and gently slipped his mouth down over the shaft of my cock and took it all into his mouth. When his lips touched the base of my cock, he stopped and somehow. some way, he started massaging the head of my cock with the back of his tongue. My cock was about to bust, it was so hard.

Carefully and gently he stroked my cock with his hand, and then moved his lips up to encircle my cock head again. With his tongue he started exploring the under shaft of my cock and in no time found that place where the sensitivity is very strong and can make you shoot your wad in a minute. I was not holding back. A few more passes with is tongue and I was over the top. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I said. His mouth opened up and my cock shot wad after wad of hot cum into his throat. I must have shot eight or nine loads into his mouth. My cock quit shooting cum, and began to get soft. But my friend kept it in his mouth and gently sucked my dry. I was shaking I was so overcome with the release. He let my cock out of his mouth and reached over and took a good length of toilet tissue from the roll, doubled it up several times and carefully and gently wiped my cock dry. I stepped back and started to pull my briefs and pants up. As I did so, my friend said, "Let me leave first while you get dressed. I don't think anyone has come in since we get here. I'll go out first and I'll see you later." With that, he opened the door, looked around and stepped out into the empty rest room. The door shut behind him, and I wiped away a little more of my cum and pulled my briefs up, arranged my cock that it did not show as much through my pants. I zipped up my fly, buckled my belt and opened the door into the rest room. No one was there. I was alone in the room. I stepped over to the wash basins and checked my appearance in the mirror. Turning, I left the rest room and stepped into the concourse. I looked to my right, then to my left. Nowhere did I see my new friend. I looked again, both ways, but he was no where to be seen. I realized that this was the way he worked. And I must admit that even though I was hurt by him disappearing this way, I am left with a hot memory of my first blowjob from a complete stranger. I am hoping some day that I will meet him again, maybe in another airport rest room, maybe down at the corner drug store, or even at the filling station...several of my friends go there... and now I know why the rest room is always being used.

End. I would appreciate any comments about this fiction. My email address is skinflutelover@yahoo.com

Chad