T called me one morning to confirm his date and time of arrival, which would be a few days later.
I waited and was mentally ready for that second meet. But anxiety and a sense of imminent loss kept me on the edge.
That day, I reached the hotel hours before T was scheduled to land. I roamed around Copley Square, somewhat reflective, constantly checking my watch. I had to meet T, it was now or never.
I later proceeded to the hotel lobby and sat on the sofa with my eyes darting from person to person as each entered through the revolving door. The time eventually passed and yet he had not arrived. Did he miss his flight? Did I get the date and time correct? Was he toying with me? Would I even see him again?
Then I saw a familiar figure. Back facing me, a man in a hat and pilot uniform stood outside on the driveway, his head turning from side to side. There he was, just as excited to meet. I stayed calm and waited for his head to turn towards me.
Then our eyes met, we smiled and he walked in. We shook hands. It was our moment of joy, fulfilled.
In the elevator, he commented about my jeans and said he liked how I looked. I thanked him, and thought to myself "He is nice and I will enjoy his company for the next few good days." He apologised for his flight delay, and was happy I had waited.
After the hotel room door shut behind us, we hugged and kissed tenderly. I sat him down on the sofa and we continued to kiss. Gently unbuckled his belt, felt the bulge developing and unzipped his black pants. I smiled and teased that I recognised this beautiful package. Then my tongue traced the cotton brief as his bulge continued to grow. As I pulled down the brief, a musky whiff filled my nose. The familiar cock oozed precum and looked as good as that first experience. I inhaled and licked the skin between his balls and thighs. I sucked him as he sprawled on the sofa, with his shirt on and pants down. He slipped off his shoes and I massaged his feet.
Doing this to T again was my fantasy during my long wait. He, a man in uniform, allowed me to undress him to enjoy the pleasure I was offering.
When he stood up half naked, he said this was the first time he had so much fun with pants on. He took off my jeans and massaged my cock, which began to harden. Hugging each other, we kissed as my bare thighs held onto his cock.
"Let's take a shower," T later said as he had been sitting and sweating under the heat in the cockpit all day.
We took off our clothes and entered the bathroom. T gripped my erect cock, went down on his knees and sucked me softly. After a few minutes, he stood up and reached for my lips. As I was taller than him, he tip-toed as I bent to kiss him and grip his body closer. I tried to lift him up but he resisted, grinning as his feet landed on the marble floor.
T recalled the first time I sucked him while he was seated legs outstretched on the vanity counter. I smiled, then sat on the toilet seat while he stood as we brushed our teeth. After washing up, he commented that I was resourceful and improvisational. This man was indeed charming and I enjoyed his attention.
We got into the shower and kissed under the warm water. I lathered shower gel on his body and massaged him from head to toe. T enjoyed being pampered. I remember thinking he was the same as before, a gentle person who needed some attention and tenderness. Standing with the water trickling down his body, one leg up on the bathtub, he held his cock before my mouth and wanked. I drank him up when he flinched, knowing he was cumming.
After drying off, I laid naked in bed. T walked out shortly, crawled onto the bed, quietly placed his head on my chest, wrapped his arms around me and dozed off. As my hand rubbed his damp hair, I felt delighted that this self-assured and confident man needed to embrace me. After T woke up, he asked why I swallowed each time he came. I replied that I wanted to ingest him and he smiled.
He said he would only be staying for one night in Boston.
Since I had assumed that he was on vacation and would be spending a few days with me, as written in his letter, my disappointment must have been evident on my face.
As he turned sideways, I looked out the window. I kept reminding myself that it would still be a good day and I would remember this experience with him in any case. "Just keep my expectations low as this second encounter was not meant to last anyway."
We continued chatting. T said he had thought about our previous conversation, when I mentioned that he could not come out of the closet because his flying career could be jeopardised. "Not true," he said. He wondered if he could come out easily, as he was married with children. Took out from his wallet a photo of his young kids. "They are very good looking, just like their father," I said and he brimmed with pride.