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Airport Hook-up

Dale just got off a long-haul flight and he’s horny.

He has mere minutes to get his needs met before he has to board his next plane, so he does what men must do. He ventures to a lonely washroom at the far end of the airport and waits for other men like him to come his way, men who also have that itch that needs scratching.

Uncertainty, nervous glances, secret signals, all fuelled by intense and overwhelming horniness, lead to Dale making risky moves. But the greater the risk, the greater the reward.

Especially when it comes to anonymous gay sex.

Airport Hook-Up is a 3,900-word short story.

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God, I’m so fucking horny.

The flight from New York to Delhi was so exhaustingly long and stiflingly cramped. I rarely went twelve hours without jerking off, but right now I was going on close to forty-eight. I had tried quietly going to the airplane lavatory to have a quick jerk mid-flight, but the person before me had dumped the smelliest shit I’ve ever come across and so I was in no mood to beat my meat.

So now here I was in the New Delhi airport, with a few hours to kill before my next flight, fucking horny and running on coffee and adrenaline.

I’d been through New Deli before back in my younger years and had discovered which washroom was the cruisey one. But I was no longer a twink of nineteen on a foolish backpacking trip and getting as much dick along the way as I could. I was now a mid-thirties hairy otter on a business trip and a desire to be much more discreet. Plus, I didn’t know the current status of homosexuality in India, but even if it was legal, it was surely frowned up and dangerous to do in public.

But right now I didn’t fucking care about legalities or danger—I needed to get my rocks off. My balls ached with a pent-up need for release. Already my dick was rock hard as I power-walked through the terminal, my little wheeled carry-on rolling along behind me.

I passed dozens of people en route to the men’s room at the far end. Some of the swarthy men looked at me in a way that made me wonder if they were similarly cruising for dick, like they were sizing me up and then waiting to see if I went to that one specific washroom. God, I normally found Indian men hot, but in my current state of horniness, I found them so hot they were almost on fire. My asshole twitched and I was suddenly aware of it and how desperate I was to get fucked. It’d been far too long. I’d wanted to get fucked before heading on this trip, but my Grindr hookup bailed on me at the last minute, leaving me with just my hand and a couple of toys.

The crowd petered out as I neared the far end of the terminal. In a that state of unsatisfied horniness after getting off with a dildo before this flight, I’d gone online to look up this washroom to see if it was still here and still used as a cruising ground. It was and it was apparently very active. With it being really out of the way as to almost be unnoticeable unless you were directly in front of it and with it being one of the few washrooms that hadn’t yet been renovated with the airport’s remodelling, it made it a less desirable washroom for the men that genuinely needed to take a dump, leaving it as a perfect place to get stuffed with cock.

I stepped around the little privacy wall in front of the washroom door—a privacy wall that had no signage that a washroom was right behind it—and came to a stop as soon as I was in the room. I scoped it out for cruising potential. It was currently empty, but there was ripe opportunity. The line of urinals had little divider walls that one could easily look over to see what the other guy was packing, and those urinals ran around the corner, behind the far stall. And the stalls, they had those walls that went almost down to the floor. I had to really crouch down to verify that there were no feet on the floor. The accessible washroom at the end had enough room for two—three if you really crammed in there.

It had been years since I’d done this kind of cruising, where it relies on signals and glances and discreet foot tapping, so I had to run through some scenarios in my head like I was planning a series of chess moves. Set on a course of action, I grabbed the handle of my little wheeled luggage and headed for one of the urinals around the bend of that last stall, out of sight from the entrance, giving me and the potential other guy enough time to separate if we heard footsteps come in.

As I rounded the bend, I felt more and more confident about this course of action. I set up my luggage a foot or two behind me, approached the urinal, unzipped, and let my rock-hard cock spring free. I stroked it lightly and slowly, teasing myself. I didn’t want to stroke too hard and risk coming, because it would be an unsatisfactory cum when I knew what I needed more than anything was a cock in me—didn’t matter if it was my mouth or my ass, I just needed a cock in me.

After a few moments of standing there, I heard some light footsteps come into the men’s room. They were unhurried and they paused shortly after entering; hopefully this meant they were cruising and they weren’t here for a quick piss before rushing to their terminal.

Those footsteps resumed again and they got louder as the guy came nearer to me. When he cleared the edge of the stall, I could almost feel his presence behind me. He paused for a moment. I glanced over my shoulder in a way that to a straight guy could be me just seeing who’s there, but to a gay guy was clearly an act of me checking him out.


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Parking Lot Hook-Up

Jay is an older man who likes his twinks—he takes them home and pounds them hard. But Chris, the cutie he’s been chatting up online, wants something a little more dangerous. Chris is into public sex and exhibitionism and talks Jay into having a hook-up in Jay’s car in the local park. Things get hot really quick, but the risk of getting discovered only adds to the thrill, especially when they’re almost caught.

WARNING: This 3.000-word short story contains an explicit oral sex scene between a younger man and an older man that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

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Someone appeared on the path ahead. They were short—probably 5’5”, dark-haired, cute...yeah, Jay was sure after a few tense heartbeats this was wildandfree from the hookup site who he’d been chatting with for the last week. The young man walked with a sway in his hips, so slender, and he had a naughty smile on his face as he searched around and locked on Jay’s lone car in the parking lot. He headed straight for him, and Jay’s heart hammered some more.

It took a few deep breaths, but Jay calmed himself just in time as this dream-come-true opened the passenger door and sunk into the seat.

“Hey, I’m Chris,” he said, low, seductive. He grinned, blushing, and Jay caught the scent of his shampoo and hair products—it was sweet and fragrant, taking the edge off Jay’s nerves as arousal swept through him. There was definitely desire in this boy’s eyes.

Chris. Jay loved the name, making this experience suddenly feel so much more personal. He put his hand on the young man’s thigh possessively. He loved how it felt so warm, soft under his touch. It was surreal to have it here now. “God, you’re hotter than I imagined. Fuck.” An erection stiffened against Jay’s tight jeans, forcing him to shift awkwardly in his seat.

Chris bit his lip. “What do you want to do with me, daddy?”

The word set off a cascade inside Jay. He loved dad/son play, especially with the bottoms he often took home with him. He forgot all about the parking lot, slipping his hand higher on Chris’s thigh, touching his crotch, where his hand met a firm bulge. He squeezed repeatedly, fixing Chris with lusty eyes. He really wanted to take this young man home and dominate him, give him a wild night, but all talk of that during their online chatting had led to so-so interest. No, Chris really wanted to suck him off where he might get caught, where the thrill would be heightened. If Jay wanted to really score with this young guy, he had to give him exactly what he wanted.

“Daddy wants to make you suck his meat, boy,” Jay grated.

Chris moaned, his eyes seeming to glaze. He licked his lips. “Right here? What if we get caught?”

“Fuck it. I want you to suck me now, out in the open. No one will know.”

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