Date: Wed, 14 Jul 2021 01:34:21 +0000
From: greyone321@protonmail.com
Subject: Airport

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Gay - adult /youth (m/t)

I've travelled a lot, still do. Travel helps to expand the possibilities
of sexual encounter enormously. Over the years I've sharpened my cruising
and gaydar skills considerably, but the chance, surprise encounter with a
young boy always hits new.

I've been very, very fortunate to taste numerous boys in numerous
countries and places, and hope to continue to do so. A more recent
surprise, which was more watching than touching, happened after an easing
of covid restrictions at an airport.

There's usually quite a lot to catch the eye at airports, and some casual
cruising (especially using the cruising app) can help pass the time!

I had been wandering around, the usual 2 hour wait, eyeing some very nice
looking young guys. A quick visit to a toilet or two didn't bring any
fun, so I decided just to sit and wait out till the flight. Perhaps flick
through the app might help.

I saw a fairly free row of seats and sat down. Within a minute, a family
decided to sit opposite. Dam. Noise and annoyance. Mother, father, two
kids about 6 and 8, about two metres away. I thought about moving when a
young lad plonked himself opposite me, putting his jacket at his side,
and joining the family. Oh well, something cute to look at.

I was being my careful self, watching the patents whilst checking out
their eldest kid. He was 13 or 14, tiny bit chubby, blond hair, nice
looking. He was wearing a baseball hat, blue pullover and blue tracksuit
bottoms. His dad was on his right (a good looking guy whose baggy shorts
hinted at a possible glimpse of cock if he sat the right way), the
younger kids on his left and mother at the end.

I caught the older kids eye once or twice, but made sure it was a quick
eye flick and not stare. Both he and his dad were on phones, watching
vids or games, the dad showing his son some things occasionally and both
laughing.

I caught his eye again, and smiled this time, he gave a quick smile back
and dropped his eyes to his phone. Over the next few minutes I watched
him while using my own phone. Occasionally, as most males do, he gave his
crotch a little scratch. I was begining to chub up.

From scratching, he lifted the leg closest to his dad and crossed it over
his other knee, resting his ankle on top, his jacket partly shielding his
leg. I surreptitiously kept watching him. His hand lay longer in his lap,
occasionally tapping on his crotch. Then I watched him push down one
finger harder into his crotch, and slightly adjusting his seating. Hmm,
this boy had a hardon.

He kept this up for a few minutes, prodding and pushing, and finally I
got a couple of glimpses of a slight bounce in his crotch. He was
certainly sporting a hard boy cock. Again, we made eye contact a few
times, I smiled and he did too. Nothing that was sending messages, but
contact was being made.

His dad got up to go somewhere, now I could maybe see where this could
go. His mother was occupied reading and the two younger ones watching
something on an I pad. I watched for his next finger prod, as soon as I
saw him do it, I looked him in the eyes, he glanced at me again. I
smiled, not sure if he knew what I was seeing him do. He smiled back.

I casually put a hand down into my crotch, my leg folded the same way as
his, and had a slow scratch. I looked over, he was looking at me,
watching my hand in my crotch, then looked up, I smiled again. He didn't
smile, but shifted a little in his seat. I hadn't done anything to be
called out for, but I felt he was beginning to understand something was
happening.

He went back to his screen and quickly taps at his cock again, I could
see it twitch slightly. This time I made sure he knew I was looking. He
looked at me, kept looking for a few seconds, neither of us smiled. He
glanced to his mother and then back. He knew without doubt that I was
watching.

It was my turn. I looked at my screen and slowly squeezed at my crotch,
making my cock jump a little in my shorts. I glanced over, he was
watching my hand. Again, looked at each other but this time I kept my
hand on my seriously chubbing cock. He glanced down and watched, then up.
I smiled. He didn't smile, but checked his mother again, then looked back
at his screen and this time grabbed more clearly at his cock then looked
at me. Fuck, this was hotting up.

This kid was in the process of responding. How could I get more out of
this given the situation. He looked at my crotch again and I pulled more
clearly on my cock, making the outline very visible. He pushed the heel
of his hand hard onto his own cock as he watched. He looked at me and I
gave a little smile and wink.

There was absolutely no doubt what was happening now. He looked at me,
not smiling but more of a mild shock, serious look. I could see him
processing that this guy was watching him, and he was watching this guy.

I darted my eyes down to my crotch, then back to his eyes. He looked down
and a quick flick of my shorts, I hoped he could see my cock. His hand
rubbed at his crotch. He saw it.

Then, fuck it, his dad came back. The boy was a bit flustered, I was a
bit worried! However, the dad quickly got back to his phone and the boy
glancing over to me again. I grabbed at my cock and nodded my head
towards the eating /shop area. I stood up and let him see my cock flex in
my shorts before resting my bag in front of the bulge.

I again gave a little nod and smile, hoping he'd follow.

I turned a couple of times as I walked away, he was looking at me all the
way. I gave another "come on" nod, thinking I'll probably just have to go
and jack off in the toilets. He turned to his dad and started saying
something, oh fuck!

Then he stood up, jacket hiding his crotch and started walking my way.
The rush of excitement was huge.

I walked on a little, turning to see that he was following. There was a
series of connecting corridors and seating areas, I slowed right down, he
was almost next to me. I smiled back at him, he gave a little smile back.
A few metres on there was a sparsely used seating area with dividing
shelving type walls dotted around, and I sat down.

I nodded to the seat opposite me and he sat down. I smiled, gently
grabbing at my crotch. I looked around for people and for security
cameras! He sat, I rubbed my dick through my shorts, he watched and
grabbed at his own boy cock. Glancing round I folded my leg, ankle on
opposite knee, and my baggy shorts let him see my whole, hard cock. His
face looked so serious, almost shocked. His hand was practically jacking
his cock through his trackie bottoms.

Again, checking for anyone watching, I leaned over and whispered "Pull
the front of your bottoms down a little and let me see yours." I looked
around, he looked around, then his thumbs hooked into the top of his
trackies and pulled them down a little, along with his underwear.

A gorgeous circumcised boy-cock head and about two inches of white shaft
appeared. He was about as thick as two fingers. This was torture.

"You have a nice cock. Wish I could see it all. Want to go and find
somewhere better?" He just nodded an OK.

This was the worst place to try and find a quiet, hidden corner. The only
option was going to one of the toilets. I looked and saw a sign for one's
near the area and told him to follow me. Thank hell I had a bag to cover
my raging cock.

I looked back, he stood and followed me to the toilets. They were big,
but empty at that point. I stood at the urinal and let my cock out, I was
so horned up. He stood next to me and pulled down the front of his
trackies.

A lovely 4 or 5 inch cock sprang out, little patch of fair hair at the
base, his balls squashed out over the tight top of his underwear. I
reached over and stroked his cock a little. I turned and shook mine at
him a little, he stretched out and grabbed it and stroked a little.

"Want to go into a cubicle?"
He nodded.

We turned and started towards one of the sets of cubicles, I motioned for
him to go in when suddenly I heard mens' voices. "Quick, go in there and
wait. I'll go in the next." Then there was suddenly half a dozen guys
coming in. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I closed the door to my cubicle. I looked under and my kid was obviously
sitting on the toilet. There were more and more voices. Obviously flights
were beginning to open up in this area now. Why hadn't I just rushed into
his cubicle! Idiot.

I suddenly thought of the time. I glanced at my watch. Only about 10
minutes before I had to go. The boy too, he was on my flight too, I
thought.

I was beginning to get angry at the situation. I looked under and as I
did I saw a hole in the partition, not big, only about 2cm wide, just to
the side of the toiletpaper holder. I looked through. The cute boy's face
was side on. He was glancing down to the floor my way, then looking
around. There was no time to get this boys ass before the flight. The
toilet was busier.

I wrote a quick message on my phone and held it under the partition.

"Too many people. Not safe to play. Look at hole in partition wall, we
can show each other our cocks." Smiley face. Haha

He looked down, read the message, then I watched him sit back and lean
towards the hole. I stood up and pulled my shorts down. Grabbing my cock,
I gave him a minute or so of a show of wanking and ball massage. Pulling
my cock slowly, exposing the head turning sideways, front, letting him
get a long, good look of a thick, hairy man cock.

I sat down on the toilet and looked through. I mouthed "you now" and
pointed to him.

He stood up and dropped his trackies. He was wearing tight boxers,
cartoon type, my favourite. He pulled them a few inches below his balls.
A little bush at the base of his delicious cock, smooth balls now on
show. His hard boy-cock was quickly in his hand. He tugged it, pulled it,
flicked it, grabbed his balls and pulled at them. It was rough and raw
but extremely hot. He sat down and pointed my way.

I stood up. It couldn't take long now. I decided to show him some more
cock work, but also his first (well, I assumed first) hairy man hole.
After working my cock, I turned and ran my hands over my ass. Then
bending forward a little, I pulled my ass cheeks apart. I spat on my
finger and rubbed slowly over my man-cunt.

I sat, did the 'you now'. He stood, his cock hard as nails and balls
high. He rubbed over both, making his cock spring up by pulling it and
releasing it suddenly. Then, oh joy, he also turned. Smooth, stunning boy
ass. The little chubby side of him could be seen, but it was slight. He
mimicked my ass show, running his hands over and then pulling his cheeks
open. A gorgeous, pink boyhole appeared. He squeezed and pulled at his
cheeks, and in so doing made his boy-cunt stretch and move too. He didn't
rub his pussy, sadly. However, I'd seen all that I wanted.

It really was time to get going. He sat again and I stood. The image of
his cock, balls and fuck-hold were fresh in my mind. I stood and faced
the hole in the partition. I grabbed my cock and began jacking quickly. I
imagined sinking into that hairless pink boy-pussy. I saw him looking
through the hole. I arched my back and started to cum.

I shot a heavy load onto the partition and floor. I milked the final
drops out of my cock. I could see him watch it all.

I sat, 'you'.

He stood and performed as requested. He wanked quickly. His creamy white
boy-cock being fisted rapidly, his balls tight and squashing under the
furious action. Out shot a white stream of boy cream. I watched the piss
slit in his pink cock head shoot out his boy load. A few slow strokes and
he was done. I wish he'd taken my load in his ass or mouth, but this had
been hot none the less.

The toilets were still quite busy. I got out first and went to wash my
hands. I saw the boy come out and stand near me to wash his hands.

Outside the toilets we walked together for a minute.

"That was so hot. You're a very sexy young guy. Wish we'd been able to
play together longer. I'll let you walk first and get back to your family
so they don't see us together. Thanks little guy." I gave his ass a
sneaky little squeeze.

"Thank you." was all he said.

I watched him go back to his family. I heard/worked out his dad ask where
he'd been. The boy sat down and they chatted, then onto their phones. I
sat in the row behind this time.

Half hour later we were indeed on the same flight. A few times in the
hour and a half we passed each others seat and gave a little sneaky
smile.

Those chance encounters!