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 Airport 2 By Sirkeljerk (http://sirkeljerk.diaryland.com)

   Jimmy huslted through the incredible human traffic at ORD.  Fucking
people were everywhere.  He eyed the crowd as he passed, mentally picking
out those he would love a moment alone with.  That girl there with the
blonde hair.  Oh yeah and that one there with the piercing.  And definitely
that lady with the big tits over there.  Ok, that's actually not what he
was looking at Jimmy admitted to himself.  As he pushed through person
after person.  He was actually looking at the guys.  Older men in suits,
big guys with bad burns and muscle shirts.  College kids like himself,
making their way back to school for the new semester.  He eyed them all
with intense curiosity, wondering, will I be sucking that guys cock?

   It had all started innocently enough.  Ok, not so innocently.  He had
been home.  Spending time with mom and pops.  And fucking horny out of his
mind.  Clarissa wouldn't even talk to him after what he'd done (fucked her
roommate in the ass while Lissa was asleep in the other room.  Long Story,
but probably Jimbo didn't deserve much loving from his girlfriend of a year
and a half), and most of his high school buddies weren't around.  They were
out enjoying upper class kid holidays all over the world it seemed, but not
in Suburban Philly.  So it was just Jimmy and the parents and as much as
Jim could totally go for a little incest porn from time to time, the
parents were never objects of his sexually obsessive little mind.  Thus,
Jimmy had been prowling the internet, looking for a little release for Jim,
jr.  over the break.  He had found little but paysite porn, which he was
not about to do on his already straining credit card, and dumb diaries with
porn that would give a nympho on crack a boner.  Somehow he'd found his way
through the vagaries of the internet to a site about cruising.  Jimmy'd
never been with a guy, but he was feeling REALLY hard up and figured a guy
could suck just as good as a girl.  The site listed bathrooms and janitor's
closets, alleys and clubs all over Philly, but they all seemed sorta dirty,
a little sketchy, and well Jimmy wasn't quite sure that he was ready to go
gay yet anyway.

   As the end of break had come, though, Jimmy still hadn't found
satisfactory release.  Jerking his cock every night, cumming all over his
boyhood sheets just was not going to cut it.  He found himself back on the
cruising website.  Earlier in the day, his mom had tried to get him to call
his Aunt Pat in Chicago and have her come out to the airport and take him
to dinner because he had a two hour layover at O'Hare.  He had successfully
resisted, but the incident gave him an idea now.  He looked under Illinois,
Chicago for any cruising spots at O'hare.  Sure enough, there was a
gloryhole in the bathroom, in the United terminal, near the Paddy O'Sheas.
The thought of sticking his cock through a hole in a nice clean airport
bathroom and having some random traveler suck him down.  Now that was sort
of appealing.

   The next couple of days past slowly, with Jimmy fantasizing almost
constantly of anonymous bathroom sex.  All days long while he was hanging
with his parents, fucking around the house, he would picture random scenes
in his mind.  It was only the morning that he was to leave, as he was
riding with his parents to the airport, that he realized that he had
decided that he wanted to suck, not be sucked.  It was consistent in each
of his fantasies.  They started with him being sucked, the feel of some
anonymous tongue driving his cock wild.  But then he always switched
everything up in his mind.  Pictured himself down on his knees, mouth full
of pulsating flesh.  That's when his cock would get hard in his pants.

   Eventually, Jimmy made his way through the crowded terminal and found a
seat in paddy O'Sheas.  He still had an hour and a half, and he just wanted
to watch for a few minutes.  See who was going into the special bathroom.
So Jimmy got himself a Coke and watched.  It was a cornucopia, but several
men caught his eye.  One was tall and black, well shaped goatee and baggy
jeans.  A businessman in full suit, blond with big eyes.  A kid about
Jimmy's age, UCLA t-shirt and sandals.  Jimmy liked what he saw and decided
now or never.  He entered the bathroom and looked at the stalls.  Third and
fourth from the left the website had said.  Neither were occupied.  Jimmy
slid in the third one, hung his carryon from the stall door and looked
down. There, about cock height for a guy around 5'9 or 5'10, was a hole
between the two stalls, probably a foot in front of the toilet and 2" in
diameter.  It was taped all the way around with smooth black duct tape. 
The floor of the stall was clean, so Jimmy slid to his knees, finding the
hole at perfect height.  He looked through, seeing nothing and imagined a
big fat cock sticking through the hole.  Jimmy's heart beat fast and his
cock hardened in his pants.  He was rubbing it through his jeans, when the
door to the other stall opened.  Fear overcame lust and Jimmy scrambled to
his feet, almost pissing himself in the process.  He stood in the stall and
listened to the man next door.  Listened to his pants fall, listened to a
stream of piss hit the bowl.  Jimmy's heart slowed and his desire returned.
Curiosity overwhelmed him and he slid quietly back to his knees and put his
eye to the whole.  A middle aged guy stood in the stall, dick in hand,
jeans between his legs.  Piss still trickled from the cock as he shook, and
then wiped it.  Then he glanced down at the hole.  Jimmy's knees must have
been visible under the divider, or else the guy was just checking, because
he reached a hand down, and almost poked Jimmy in the eye as he slipped a
couple of fingers into the hole in the stalls.  Jimmy eyed the fingers,
wiggling in the hole, having no idea what the etiquette in these situations
was.  Heart beating wildly, Jimbo threw caution to the wind, leaned his
head forward, and slid his mouth over one of the wiggling fingers.

   The taste of probably piss was most apparent, and maybe sweat, but the
finger was nice and thick and the nail was luckily well trimmed.  It
stopped wiggling as Jimmy took it into his mouth and then pushed a little
further in.  Jimmy ran his tongue up and down the hard digit, and then slid
his mouth off and then onto another finger, this time actually sucking the
finger into his mouth and the bathing it with his tongue and saliva.  There
was a deep moan from the other stall and Jimmy moved to the next finger,
repeating the bathing and then he jammed his mouth over all three fingers.
The filled his mouth, stretched it wide.  Jimmy shuddered to have half of
someone else's, rather some guy's hand in his mouth.  His cock was rock
hard in his jeans.  Jimmy's tongue was snaking all over the fingers, into
little creases and crevices, when the hand was pulled out of his mouth with
a pop.  Jimmy watched, slightly disappointed as it slid back through the
hole.  Jimbo unbuttoned his jeans and freed his cock to slide up through
the fly.  He wrapped a hand around it just as the strangers cock appeared
in the hole.  It was fat with a circumcised reddish head.  A drop of cloudy
liquid was protruding from the hole at the tip.  The fleshy limb reached
maybe 2, 3 inches into Jimmy's stall.  He stared at the cock, which almost
filled the width of the hole as he jacked his own cock.  A bang on the
divider shook him out of his reverie.  Slowly, Jimmy extended his tongue
out of his mouth, and ever so lightly, touched the drop of precum on the
head of the cock.  It was salty on his tongue, but not bad tasting, and
Jimmy soon decided that it was not bad at all.  He continued to run his
tongue around the head of the cock, hearing moaning through the partition
as he left ever so light trails of saliva around the fat cock, down the
shaft to the hole, only using tongue.  The dick was good tasting, salty, a
little tangy, smelling strongly of musky maleness.  It was fleshy but hard
and really reminded Jimmy of his own cock.  Only on his tongue and not in
his hand.

   It wasn't until he slid the tip into his mouth that Jimmy decided that
he liked sucking cock.  Jimmy was careful to guard his teeth and it was a
good thing because the fleshy dick filled his young mouth, stretching his
lips, corking him tight.  Jimmy took it out and spit on the cock, slid his
tongue over it until it was dripping with saliva, then slid it back into
his mouth, breathing hard through his nose as he slid it in bit by bit,
corking his mouth, stretching his lisp obscenely, his tongue playing at the
tip and just under.  When Jimmy had too inches in, the man pushed hard
against the hole and moaned.  There were now 4 or so inches on Jimmy's side
of the partition, and Jimmy slowly slid them all into his virgin mouth. 
Soon his head was sliding freely on the saliva and precum coated cock,
jimmy's tongue searching out the flavor of the piss slit and its dripping
cum.  Jimmy bobbed faster as the cock slid back and forth a little as the
result of the man's ever more frantic pumping.  Jimmy pushed his mouth as
close to the hole as it would go, the duck tape tickling his upper lip and
sealed his mouth around the wet slimy cock, letting the man fuck his mouth.
Jimmy's cock was throbbing to the beat of his mouth be fucked and Jimmy
matched the man with his hand.  In and out, in and out, Jimmy's tongue
wrapping around and around whatever bit of cock was in his mouth, pressing
at the underside and the tip.

   Suddenly, the cock seemed to widen, Jimmy thought it would spilt his
upper lip open, and then hot salty fluid filled his mouth.  Caught off
guard, Jimmy pulled back and caught the next spurt on the chin, before
recovering and sucking the orgasming cock back into his mouth.  The semen
was warm and tangy, and felt good in Jimmy's now sore mouth.  He swallowed
it down, just as his own cock started spasming, spraying the side of the
stall, and the floor with his spunk.  Jimmy slid his tongue round and round
the slowly softening cock, trying to get it all clean.  Then the man pulled
it back through the hole.  Jimmy heard his zipper go up, and the stall door
slammed, the guy hustling out to meet his wife, probably.  Jimmy kneeled on
the stall floor for a little bit longer.  Savoring the taste of cum in his
mouth and the afterglow from his orgasm.  He was tempted to stay there,
wait for the next lucky contestant, but his flight would probably be
boarding soon.  Maybe he could suck one of the stewards off in the
bathroom. He'd always heard that they were game.  Licking one last drop of
cum off the hole between the stalls, Jimmy rose and made his way out into
the airport, scanning the crowd for a sight of his recent lover...or maybe
his next!