There's something incredibly erotic about being at the airport. The anonymity, the fact that any passing guy could be the next hot cock that you suck or the next thick load of cum that you swallow never fails to make me horny. These thoughts continued to swirl through my mind while i picked my shoes and bag off of the security conveyor belt, and not so slyly eye fucked the host security agent that waved the wand down over me. Man was a stud, tall, short buzzed, brown hair, scruffy beard, and a body that I would not mind licking every single inch of. He had the sleeves of his security uniform rolled up, showing thick hairy forearms, and massive hands, and the way that it hugged across his pecs...
I shook my head to clear my thoughts. "Now is not the time to pop a boner while that wand is dangerously close to your dick!" I said to myself. But my eyes could not help wandering further down his uniform and noticing the impressive bulge that the oh so tight slacks he was wearing were trying to hide. "The way that I would let this man dominate me..." I thought to myself, as I licked my lips. I must have been starting far too intently as the man caught my eye as the metal detecting wand waved over my half hard dick. The man met my stare and held it, his brown eyes piercing, as the wand in his hand beeped.
"Any metal on you son? The security guard asked. My eyes flashed to the badge on his chest, attached to his very meaty pecs. The badge read, "Marcus, Airport Security"
"No sir," I replied, nervous for some reason. The man was massive, and dwarfed me by a good 6 inches.
"I'm sorry sir i'm going to have to take you aside to a private room to perform some additional searches," Marcus said, with what i think was a sly smile, "For security sake."
More blood immediately pumped to my dick, making me rock hard. "If I have the chance to make this fantasy a reality, I'm gonna take it," I thought to myself as Marcus began to lead me to one of a few rooms to the side of security. As Marcus led the way, I admired the way the slacks hugged his ass, framing his massive cheeks perfectly. His back was broad and muscular, and the shirt strained to contain him. The man truly was perfect, and I would do anything to get to see what was underneath those tight clothes.
Marcus opened the door to the room as we approached and gestured for me to go in first. I stepped inside, and noticed how close he was as he closed the door behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck, smell the cologne and sweat off of him. My cock was rock hard now, straining against the gray shorts that I had chosen as a part of my slutty airport fit.
I stepped further into the room and looked around. It was a small room, no windows, and a small overhead light. There was a table and a few chairs in the centre of the room. One wall was taken up by a mirror, which I thought was an odd addition to a search room. It looked more like an interrogation suite than anything else. I stepped further into the room and glanced at myself in the mirror.
I liked to think I pulled out a few stops for my airport fit. I wasn't out for dick, but I definitely dressed like I wouldn't mind getting bent over. I had a tight black tank top on that showed my slim yet defined body, i didn't work out a ton, but was packing well. I had grey shorts that were probably 4 inches at best and sandals on. My curly brown hair was tousled around, artfully messy, and my beard was trimmed short and sharp. I had picked up my duffle bag, my only piece of luggage for my flight, on the walk back to the room.
"Take a seat son, this shouldn't take too long, as long as you cooperate," Marcus said, with a hint of a sly smile at the end.
I took a seat and faced him, my cock still throbbing in the jockstrap that I had chosen to wear. In hindsight, both a good and bad idea, as my cock was straining against the fabric.
Marcus pulled out his work phone and began reading through my flight info. "As you can tell from my badge my name is Marcus and I work as airport security. Just gonna read over some of your info here. Name's Graeme right? Travelling to Chicago, return trip in a week.." He continued to scroll through. "Who are you going to visit?" he asks, one thick eyebrow raised in question, a smile on his lips.
"Just going to visit my boyfriend sir," I say looking more closely at the massive hunk of muscle in front of me. "We're open though," I hurriedly added, not sure what was coming over me other than the fact that I wanted this man's dick balls deep in my throat in the next 5 mins.
"Well that's good to know," Marcus said, the glint in his eyes turning predatory."Now I need your verbal consent to search you, this search will be thorough and uncomfortable for you, but we aim to provide the best service to our guests." Marcus said with a smile, one hand slowly trailing down his massive chest. "I can help demonstrate what needs to be done if you like, and then I can assist you." He grinned at me.
My cock was pulsing in my jockstrap, and I licked my lips. "I consent to anything you would like to do to me sir." I said with a sly smile.
"Excellent, Marcus said. "Now let me show you how you should strip." With that he began to undo the buttons on his tight shirt. As it got further and further down, I was on the verge of drooling. Marcus had thick muscular pecs, meaty and massive handfuls. Each was topped with dime sized nipples that I would love to latch my mouth onto. Looking further down, he had a rippling stomach, abs defined and cum gutters that I would have loved to lick down. His chest was moderately hairy, and the treasure trail leading down to the wait band of his CK underwear had my jaw on the floor.
"Like what you see?" Marcus said with a smirk. "I think we can drop the act now, I saw you eye fucking me since the moment you stepped into my security line, and damn am I gonna give you the fuck of your life. So sit back and watch me strip, and then im gonna use you like the good boy you are"
I was agape. 100% a fantasy come true and I was going to make every fucking second count. Whatever this man wants me to do, I'm gonna do it. "Yes sir." I whisper out, my hand furiously rubbing my bulge.
"Good boy, now keep eye fucking me from that chair, i want you drooling when i tell you get over here." With that he tossed the shirt aside. I stared at his thick arms, his biceps bulging and flexing with each move. I wanted to lick every inch of this man, I wanted to feel that bicep wrapped around my throat.
I guess one thing I didn't mention was that I like it rough. And hard. And Marcus was checking every single one of my boxes today.
Marcus watched my eyes trai over him and he smiled widely at me. "Like what you see? Well you're gonna love what's coming next." With that, Marcus pulled his boots and socks off and tossed them to the side, and then pulled his pants down and tossed them to the side.
My eyes were glued to the white CKs briefs he was wearing and the massive bulge that was straining the fabric of his underwear. I could make the shape of his cock out from the fabric, and it was thick. Like comically thick. And I wanted it down my throat and in my hole.