Date: Fri, 17 Apr 2020 18:53:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: It Finally Happened

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to contact me.  In fact, I'm now giving "love" advice to several readers of
my last story about Brian ("Find Your Happiness" in adult friends).  And
yes, I did meet Brian finally, who was a fan for years of my stories and
wrote that out.  This story is autobiographical.  It all happened as told
below.  I just updated the ending to the present day.

What Really Happened?

This story is for J.D., Larry, and N.  Love my fans!  And thanks for the
dinner in Denver!

Shit.  It was another one of those days.  I got to LaGuardia in NYC barely
on time.  Stupid shared shuttle van...  Got to the American gate only to
find that the flight was slightly delayed.  Wouldn't make any difference.
I had enough time in O'Hare in Chicago to still make my flight to
Minneapolis.  Relieved, I decided to relieve myself in the men's bathroom
adjacent.  Grin.

Being an unhappily married man I always am on the lookout for good-looking
men whenever I travel out of town.  I don't get to play around much.  That
makes the few times I do play all the more enjoyable!

I did my business in the stalls but lingered a bit.  I knew I had some time
still.  I went up to the urinals and took my cock out and pretended to pee
again.  Very soon another man came up to me and took the urinal right next
to mine.  There were other urinals free.  Damn, was I being perved on?  I
looked over and looked up.  There was this gorgeous older man leering at
me!  My heart did a leap.  Wow.  My height, gray hair, moustache, beautiful
face, dressed in a uniform...  Plump cock out begging me to touch it...  He
reached over and grabbed my cock, making it instantly hard.  "Nice" he
said.  I grabbed his and it became thick and hard in my hand.  We jacked
each other for a couple of minutes but new arrivals at the urinals made us
let go and move away from each other.  No need to be arrested for public
indecency.

He motioned me to come outside of the bathroom.  I followed him, noticing
that his uniform wasn't that of a pilot.  He had on a dress shirt, tie, and
shorts.  His shorts showed off his long, tanned legs.  His shirt accented
his broad shoulders and manly chest.  His black eyebrows and dark eyes and
somewhat swarthy complexion completed the picture.  This was one seriously
hot man, exuding masculinity.  I felt young and "callow" with my dark red
hair, thin body, and suit.

He led me down a little used corridor and then turned around, grabbed me
and took me into his arms in a quick hug.  My cock reacted immediately and
tried to escape my pants and get into his shorts!  Grin.

I think I must have moaned, because when he released me he had a big smile
on his handsome face.

He looked at me searchingly and then spoke.  "What are you flying?" he
asked.  I didn't understand.  I wanted to fly him.  What was I flying?  A
broomstick?  Finally, I got it.  "American", I answered.  "Good", he said.
And why did he say that?  "Chicago?" he asked?  I nodded and said, "and
then Minneapolis".

"Where do you live", he asked?  "Long Island", I answered.  "Suffolk
County."  "Good" he said again.  "I'm in Nassau".  "You're married?" he
asked.  I nodded.  "Good", he said for the third time.

He looked hard at me again.  He took out a pen and piece of paper from his
pocket. He leaned up against the corridor wall and wrote something on the
paper.  He handed the paper to me.

"Here's my home phone number in Nassau.  Call me when you get back if you
want to see me again.  If you don't call no problem...  But I want to see
you again."  He leered a bit again and I guess I blushed.  Damn redheaded
genes.  I mean, this man was so hot and I wanted to strip him out of those
tight shorts and go after his big cock right there!

He smiled as if he was reading my mind.  "And you're flying first class".
What? I thought.  I'm just a poor professor.  I have never flown first
class.  I'm just grateful to have my University pay for basic travel and
lodging at conferences.

He beckoned me to follow him again.  In a daze, I followed him, admiring
his big shoulders, tight waist, hot butt, and long legs.  We went up to the
American counter for my flight to O'Hare.  He went up to the ticket agent
at the desk and spoke rapidly, but in a low voice, to her.  He then came up
to me.  "Give me your boarding pass", he demanded.  How could I say no to
this wet dream come true?  I didn't say a word, but reached into my suit
jacket, pulled out my boarding pass and handed it over.  He winked at me
then.  He WINKED at me?  He took my pass back up to the counter and had
some more words with the agent.  He looked satisfied and came back up to
me.

"Here's your new pass and new seat", he said.  He handed me a new boarding
pass.  He looked at me one more time.  "Do you have my number?" he asked.
Still dazed, I nodded yes and patted my suit jacket pocket to show him that
I had it and knew where it was.  He looked satisfied.  "I have to go back
to work.  Call me when you get back."  I nodded yes one more time.  With a
last look, he nodded, too, and then walked rapidly away to another part of
the airport.

I suddenly felt lost and alone.  What had just happened here?  How could
the last ten minutes have so totally upset me?  I felt like the world had
turned upside down.  Who was this man and how could he have had such an
effect on me?

I decided I had better sit down.

Boarding started within minutes of my sitting down.  I sat there for a
while and finally roused myself when I realized there weren't many people
left in the terminal.  I gathered what I could of myself and made my way
past the agent checking the boarding passes and down the runway to the
plane.  I entered the plane and realized I had no idea of where my seat
was.  I looked down at the pass and saw it had a low number.  Weird.  3-B?
I looked at the seat numbers after getting on the plane and saw 3-B almost
immediately.  3-B?  That can't be my seat.  That's in first class!  I guess
I looked confused and lost since the stewardess approached me and took my
boarding pass from my hand.  She then motioned to the 3-B seat and asked me
to take my seat.

Totally dazed I sat down.  Wow, a leather seat that was huge and wide.
Lots of legroom... Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow.  My new friend had told me the
truth when he said I'd be flying first class.  I didn't follow him then and
now finally realized that he meant what he said!  I guess I started to
smile.  I guess my smile split my face open in a huge grin.  I finally
realized the woman next to me was smiling right back at me.  "First time in
First Class?" she said in a lovely Scottish accent.  I nodded yes, at a
loss for words, still.  "My second", she said.  "Let's have some champagne
to celebrate."  And we did.

She was lovely.  Life was beautiful.  I was drunk.  And who was this
fucking gorgeous mystery man who had turned my life upside down?

I managed to change planes in Chicago and sobered up by the time I got to
Minneapolis.  I was there for a conference and was staying with a lesbian
couple I had gotten to know previously.  And were they lovely and
wonderful!  So gracious to me. I fell in "love" with them both.  I helped
as much as I could with their house, gardening, and cleaning.  As an aside,
one of the weird things over the years is that I tend to "love" all the
lesbian women I meet.  All the lesbians I meet are top notch
people. Anyway.

Conference was ok but not one I'd ever go back to.  And then one night I
asked to borrow their ancient Toyota pickup truck to go up to the northern
suburbs. Was glad I had driven my older brother's similar truck (although
his was new when I drove it).  5 speed manual transmission with huge gaps
between the gears... Yeah.  Memories came flooding back when I started up
the mini truck.  I managed to get onto the Interstate and then followed
printed out directions 20 miles north.

After a few missed turns and disbelief at where I was going, I pulled into
the drive of a Mac Mansion in my ancient pickup truck.  I wanted to hide
the truck from the neighbors, but settled for parking in the depths of the
driveway.  Trembling a bit I rang the doorbell.

Within a minute this very big guy, dressed in black wrestling trunks and
jacket answered the door and ushered me inside!

I'm not a small guy.  I'm 6 feet and was around 170 pounds then.  But this
guy was at least 6'3 and 250.  He was big and sort of hot actually.  Hairy
chest and gut that I could see through his open jacket... Sexy trunks.  I
started to get hard, despite myself.

He made me feel at home in his palatial surroundings.  Eventually we went
up to his attic where he had a full wrestling ring!  Having had a wrestling
fetish since I was 5 years old and having wanted to wrestle in a ring my
entire life, I was in heaven! We watched some 50's and 60's wrestling
videos and he explained how he liked to wrestle.  I had never wrestled pro
before, much less in a real ring.  I had only done submission wrestling
that often seemed like life and death wrestling.  He took me into the ring
and showed me how to do pro moves.  He showed me how to jump when there was
a cue so that he could pick me up without straining his back.  He showed me
how he could slam me and make it look like I was going to have a severe
neck injury. He showed me how to "airplane" me.  I was falling in love
again.  Grin.

Finally he left me alone with white trunks and a white mask to put on. I
was getting hard again.  And I have a very big cock that is impossible to
hide.  I'm the jobber in white and I know who the heel in black will be.

We finally met in the ring, masked, and rassled.  To be honest, I was so
turned on I couldn't focus and didn't wrestle well.  I kept on trying to do
submission instead of pro.  Kept on trying to move very fast instead of
slowly and telegraphing my moves.  However, he did pick me up a couple of
times, did the airplane move, and slammed me to the mats.  I tried to act
as if I were in pain.  That amused him!

But we stopped soon.  He knew I was too turned on.  Still one of the
hottest things I've ever done.

We went downstairs and he turned on his hot tub.  Another first for me. We
got into the hot tub naked and spent some time exploring each other's body.
He had a pretty small cock attached to his big body.  But still very nice.
We talked a lot.  He was actually a doctor who had sports medicine as his
practice.  He talked about the hot athlete high school guys he had in his
office who had to strip for him.  I couldn't imagine how he could deal with
that.  He laughed.

At some point we both played with each other and came.  We cuddled each
other a lot.  We kissed a lot.  At one point he said, "Where have you been
my whole life?  I'm so ready to pick out china with you."  I cried a bit.
He saw that and knew my story.  I eventually left and cried some more.
I've never seen him again, but he wrote to say he had gained 100 pounds (!)
and could no longer wrestle.  But he had a guy taking care of him.

Back on Long Island, I called my mystery guy, of course.  I had to give up
my Minnesota Dad.  I was hoping my New York Dad would be mine. Turns out he
was of southern Italian descent but with a Middle Eastern last name.  He
eventually decided that we loved each other but were not in love with each
other.  After some effort I was finally OK with that. And I call him Daddy
to this day.  He calls me Son.  The sex we've had together and with up to
three other people with us (safe, though!) is mind blowing.

It's been close to twenty years since we met and we still love each other
as "Dad" and "Son", although once I said that it appears I had a thing for
handsome older men.  He smiled and said, "So do I!".  I chortled
remembering that we are only ten years apart in age.

I'll love my Dad forever.

And I do.  I met him again and his live-in lover in 2017 when my flight
from Europe to the American South stopped in NYC at Laguardia and then a
thunderstorm created havoc and my flight to the South was canceled. I spent
a miserable night on the floor of the airport, but got to see Dad and his
lover the next afternoon for pizza in Nassau County and sexual fun.  Dad
offered me a spot in a permanent threesome with the two of them.  Maybe
when I retire?

Love and (virtual) hugs to all my readers.  mikedave01@yahoo.com