Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 01:08:50 +0100
From: thegingergiant@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: My Hung Airport Stranger

Thanks for reading my story. It's pretty much true with a few
embellishments. I hope you enjoy reading I and I'd love to hear feedback at
thegingergiant@yahoo.co.uk. Copyright is mine.

We'd had a good holiday, my wife and I. A couple of weeks spent lazily
wandering around the Venitian islands and soaking up the sun had been just
what we both had needed after a few crazy months at work.

Thanks to the hot weather I was also a lovely shade of brown; I'd been able
to show off my reasonably defined hairy chest plenty of times on the beach
at Lido and had met with a few admiring glances from both guys and girls so
was feeling pretty good about the way I looked.

It was our last morning in Venice and we'd packed up our things and were
ready to head to the vaporetto stop to meet the boat that would take to the
airport. While my wife fixed her make-up in the room, I took the luggage
downstairs and went to pay to hotel bill. Outside it was raining hard, the
weather had finally broken and ominous rumbles of thunder were coming from
the other side of the lagoon. We said our goodbyes to the hotel staff and
made a dash for it. Within seconds, the crisp white linen shirt I was
wearing was drenched, it stuck to me uncomfortably and turned
embarrassingly transparent as we dashed through the streets, trying to
avoid both people and puddles. When we reached the canal, the boat had just
arrived so we clambered aboard and made our way down the few stairs that
lead to the seating area. It was packed with people, so my wife and I had
to sit separately, she found a seat at the back next to an old lady reading
an italian newspaper and I was a few rows in front, facing the opposite
direction. My seat directly faced two guys, obviously british and
apparently a couple. There was obviously a few years between them, the
younger guy was in his late 20s he was slim, dressed in a t shirt and
shorts and had a trendy hair cut and a rather camp air about him. The other
guy was probably about 40, his short dark hair had started to go grey at
the temples and he had a few days stubble growth on his chin. Wearing a
well fitting blue shirt that showed off what seemed to be toned body, he
was handsome and beautifully tanned.

As I went to take my seat, my leg brushed by his and I felt a spark I
hadn't felt for a long time. His gaze met mine as I sat down and after a
few moments his blue eyes broke away and I could feel them running over my
body, checking out my pecs and hairy chest through my soaked shirt. I
enjoyed his attention and involuntarily tensed my chest as my dick began to
stir in my shorts.

I hadn't played around with a guy since I'd met my wife; before her I went
through a stage of bringing either guys or girls back to my flat depending
on my mood. I enjoyed sex with both but after marrying I hadn't given much
thought to sleeping with men. I'd made my decision and was faithful. The
desire on this sexy stranger's face had reminded me what it was like to be
wanted by a guy, it gave me a familiar rush.

Oblivious to his boyfriend checking me out, the younger guy carried on
talking about the rain and the busy boat and I watched them converse. Every
so often, the older guy's eyes would rest on mine and linger there for just
a little bit too long before darting away back to his boyfriend and his
chatter.

When the boat finally arrived at the airport, there was the usual hustle
and bustle to get off. The two guys got up just before me and I ended up
behind the older guy in the queue to leave. It was pretty crowded so I was
almost touching him, so close I could smell his expensive
aftershave. Without thinking I moved my body towards his, gently pressing
myself against his back. He responded likewise, carefully rubbing his arse
against my hungry crotch. I let out a sigh loud enough for him to hear and
as I did so I saw his face break into a very sexy smile.

My wife was waiting for me on the jetty. None the wiser thanks to the
suitcase I was holding in front of my stiffening cock. As we trudged the
few hundred meters into the airport I couldn't get the guy out of my
head. They were already almost out of sight and I didn't want to lose him
in the airport. I didn't know what I thought would happen but I wanted to
see him again.

Once in the main terminal, we deposited our luggage and went through
security. My eyes searched the crowds for the two guys but there was no
sign of them either there or in the departure lounge. Finally I spotted
them on the other side of the main hall sitting on a row of seats that
overlooked the runway, they both looked pretty bored. My wife and I sat
down at a restaurant table in the centre of the hall, my seat facing the
two guys.

After a few minutes I saw the older guy get up to leave. I didn't know
where he was going but I made an excuse about needing to use the loo before
the flight. As I walked into the huge toilet, there he was washing his
hands. He turned around and once again I felt though brilliant blue eyes
boring into me. He smiled and without speaking turned in the direction of
the cubicles. I followed him unthinking, as he chose the cubical furthest
away from the door, he went inside and held the door open for me. I locked
it behind me and turned to face him. A big smile was spread across his face
and inches apart now we kissed, hungrily devouring each other. His hands
explored my firm arse and he unbuttoned my damp shirt and roughly felt my
hairy pecs. It was electric. My hands were undoing his belt and I dropped
to my knees, rubbing my face against the lengthening bulge in his jeans. I
tugged open his fly to reveal a pair of white Calvin Klein trunks,
stretched impressively, covering what appeared to be a very big
cock. Hungrily I pulled them down and his meat sprang out to great me. It
was uncut, thick and probably about 8 inches or a little more. I looked up
into his face and smiled. It had been a long time since I'd tasted a cock
and I was ready. Still keeping eye contact with him I eased his length into
my mouth. He let out a moan as took him right back into my throat, he
clearly didn't expect a guy with a wife to be an expert cocksucker. For the
next few minutes I serviced him for all I was worth, feeding his huge tool
in and out of my mouth, cupping his low hanging balls with one hand and
exploring his muscular hairy chest with the other. His engorged dick was
dripping with pre-cum as he finally hauled me to my feet and once again
kissed me, tasting his precum on my lips.

I could feel his hands exploring my crotch as his tongue was exploring my
mouth. He unbuttoned my jeans and reached inside, stroking my now solid
cock through my underwear. Then crouching down, he began to nuzzle at my
dripping bulge through my tight Calvins, before pulling them down and
setting my tool free. He took my fat 7 inches in his mouth expertly, making
me gasp. It had been a long time since I'd had a blowjob like this. Without
taking me out of his mouth, he put my hands on either side of his head
signalling that he wanted me to fuck his face. I was happy to oblige and
watched in awe as he took the pounding I gave his throat without
gagging. After a few minutes I couldn't take much more; "I'm going to cum"
I breathed, at which he took my throbbing dick out of his mouth and looked
up at me smiling. He pulled back my foreskin and gently flicked the end
with his tongue, tasting my precum. Then he winked and plunged my cock into
his mouth once more and began to suck me as if his life depended on it. I
could feel the orgasm bubling up within me as I watched him service my fat
cock, never once breaking eye contact with me. As I went over the edge I
let out a low moan and pumped my seed into his mouth. The force of my
orgasm nearly knocked me off my feet and I to steady myself against the
cubical wall. He stood up and we kissed, letting me taste my cum on his
lips. My hands reached down and found his fat dick, still solid and while
we continued to kiss, I brought him to a shuddering orgasm, his cum
spurting across the floor and reaching my underwear which were pulled down
almost to the floor. "Sorry" he whispered, spying the pool of cum that had
landed in my trunks, I said nothing but smiled and touched his seed with my
finger, bringing it to my mouth to taste.

We dressed hurriedly and before I knew it he was unlocking the door and had
gone. A couple of minutes later I left too, feeling the unfamiliar damp
warmth of his cum in my pants as I walked through the airport. It was all I
could do to not to get hard again. I'd had an unforgettable experience and
I wanted more, but when I returned to my wife waiting in the restaurant the
two guys were nowhere to be seen. I guessed they've moved to another part
of the airport or boarded another flight back to the UK and resigned myself
to the fact that I'd never see the guy again. Once on the plane I dozed in
my aisle seat for most of the journey, my wife sleeping beside me. The
journey was almost over when I felt someone brush lightly against me as if
walking back to their seat. I opened my eyes sleepily but there was nobody
there, moodily I shifted in my seat and was starting to settle back down
for another snooze when I noticed the corner of a piece of paper sticking
out of the seat pocket in front of me. I was sure it hadn't been there
before. I pulled it out, it was just a scrap of paper really, folded in
two. I opened it and what was written there made me smile; just four words
followed by a mobile number: "Next time we'll fuck." I put the piece of
paper in my pocket and grinning, closed my eyes again.