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First of all...I didn't write any of these stories. My collection of stories come from places I've visited over the years.
I tried to sort out all the incomplete and straight stories. If a few got past me, my apologies.
Happy Reading!!!!
CRUISING O'HARE
Damn! Here I was in the hottest sex center of the Midwest,
Chicago, and the chances of my getting laid were nil. I was at the
O'Hare Hilton, which had a subway direct to the the Loop, where I could
catch another subway or a cab to the hot bars uptown. My boss said she
didn't need the Camaro we had rented so I was welcome to take that down
to the city if I wanted, too. But the unseasonable arctic air had
already brought the temperature down to 10 degrees, and the forcast was
for 10 below with a 34 degree wind chill factor. Not even the hardy
Chicago men would come out in that weather on a Tuesday night. Only a
week before Christmas I was going to miss the good will toward men that
I wanted to experience.
Of course, here I was the the modern world equivalent of a
Greyhound bus station, and it ought to be full of sailors and soldiers
on their way home for the holidays. With that though in mind I set out
for an intensive cruise of O'Hare Airport's three terminals and waiting
rooms. I start in United Airline's terminal 2 since it was adjacent to
the Hilton. There were a few fat, balding business men lounging in the
comfortable leatherette lounge chairs. I dropped into the Elson's gift
shop and checked out the coffee mugs. There was also a cute inflatable
Space Shuttle, but no cute sailors were shopping here. I meandered to
terminal three, which was equally empty. At the end of the row of
seats I found another Elson's and bought a souvenir mug and t he space
shuttle.
Terminal 4 is the international terminal, difficult to get to from
the two domestic terminals. As I walked along I speculated how much
better modern domestic air travel must be, since there were few people,
handsome or otherwise, stranded in the airport. But I also knew that
there were far fewer international flights out of Chicago, so my hopes
rose.
The international terminal was quite a surprise. Instead of the
high windows and central pier of ticket stands, I found a low, dimly
lit, grey and black tiled area with quiet alcoves full of comfortable
chairs, assembly areas at the customs exits, and a small ticketing
area. In the second waiting area I saw a tall, straw haired blond
slouched into one of the chairs, eyes closed, tossing restlessly.
There were several others, but nothing to match this. But how to
wake him up without making him too mad to be receptive to the offer
of a nice hotel bed, but not to sleep in. Pondering this problem, I
dropped into one of the bars and was charged $3.00 for a rum and soda.
Returning to the waiting area, I dropped into the chair across from
the gorgeous blond and watched his restless sleep. His eyes blinked
and then stay open as he spied my motorcycle jacket over the thermal
undershirt. The hiking boots with wool socks also seemed to attract
his attention.
"Hi," I said. "Hello,"he answered.
"That looks uncomfortable. If you're waiting for the SAS flight to
Copenhagen it's not until 1700 tomorrow."
"Well," he said, "I am waiting for that flight, but I've run out of
money and I can't afford a hotel room."... (unnecessary detail left out
here). As soon as we entered the room, I reached up to his strong but
slender shoulders and started to massage them. He groaned in pleasure
and sat down heavily on the bed. The classical music station was still
playing obscure Beethoven pieces in celebration of Ludwig's 115th
birthday; the music seemed to set the mood. As I worked my small but
busy hands down under his loose white shirt, I discovered that his
firm, cut chest was smooth except for a fin blond fuzz. Working
alternate hands at massage and unbuttoning, I soon had Ole out of his
shirt and his 501's were down around his knees. Removing my jacket and
shirt, I started working my mouth down toward and past his left nipple.
Proceeding farther, I buried my face in his moist, manly scented pubic
hairs. His erect dick rubbed my cheek and I quickly took as much as I
could of the thick, uncut 8 inch rod into my mouth. Since my fly was
now near his head, he undid my 501's and worked my smaller but equally
firm pole out. He took it all the way down his throat, and I groaned in
pleasure.
"This is all very nice," I said, "but it's better if we get these
pants all the way off."
Moving swiftly in agreement we were soon in the king size bed, with
me on top rubbing my hairy chest against his sensitive nipples. I
worked my way down his chest again, smelling his man smell deep down.
As I licked the warm skin next to his balls, he drew his legs up and
back, exposing his small, puckered asshole. Never one to question good
fortune, I grabbed at the night table for the tube of Albolene and the
rubber that I had placed there shortly after I moved in. Covering my
left index finger with the lube, I slowly worked my finger into the
warm, tight space. Then the middle finger. As I started to work the
ring finger in as well he squirmed and squeaked in protest. "Why don't
you fuck me now?" he asked. Quickly putting on the rubber I lubed up
and pushed in. Starting face to face, I soon had him on his side where
I could penetrate deeper. After minutes of intense pleasure, Ole
rolled over and started thrusting back eagerly. As I neared climax, I
got him up to his knees and started jerking him off. He shortly came,
and as I pulled out and ripped off the rubber I started cummng all over
his back. He turned over and kissed me deeply. I fell asleep in his
long, strong arms. When we awoke the next morning, I volunteered to
advance him at least enough money for his meals for the day. When he
refused that I took him downstairs and treated him to coffee and a roll
before rushing off to meet the boss and get off to business.
Maybe I'll get to the Chicago bars next time. Then again, maybe
I'll cruise O'Hare.
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