Interracial Gay sex story – Sex at Airport

Interracial Gay sex story – Sex at Airport

I hate to fly. Well, I don’t really hate to fly. I just hate the hassles of security, baggage, weather. But I fly a lot for work, so I have to deal with it. I’m a 28 year old sales executive for a computer program company, and I have to meet international clients to discuss our products all over the world. My name is Ronny D’Souza from Goa,India. I make a great salary and get to travel everywhere and stay in really nice hotels. Luckily, they almost all have gyms, because I like to work out. Let me rephrase that: I NEED to work out! I love the shape I’m in – and want to keep it. At 6 foot and 65 kgs, I’m lean and have good muscle tone. I have dark black hair, nice and wavy, and a nice coat of hair across my chest. The rest of my body is tight and firm.

But I had to make a connection at LAX, Los Angeles for you novices out there. That means I have to go through security here in Boston, and then do it again in LA, because I have to change terminal buildings. My Boston flight was on time and my connecting flight to Hong Kong was also on time, but security and those TSA security people are such a hassle. Carrying my laptop, my I pad, and two cell phones – one for the US and the other for Asia, I just know that security could give me grief if the metal detector goes whacky when I walk through!

I’m still single and sadly don’t have time for a real love life. Sure I have sex, but on the road means nothing is serious. There’s a cute girl in Paris who sure knows how to dress and have fun. I also have this friend in Berlin, a blonde god. damn he has a body to die for. Smooth all over, and I mean all over, with blonde hair, and muscles that pop in all the right places. But I digress. So sorry!

That day at LAX, I was not in a good mood. With a meeting waiting for me the moment I land in Hong Kong, I was already wearing my suit. And that’s with a dress shirt and a tie which was practically strangling me! Not fun with a 18 hour flight in front of me.

One of the TSA security guys rushed past me, jostling me a bit. I finally made it to the front of the line, and put my overnight duffle on the counter, along with my shoes, belt, keys, wallet, and all of my electronic shit. I walked through the metal detector and the alarm buzzed. Shit! I went and took any tissues from my pants pocket and felt around for metal. Nothing! Another walk through and another buzzing alarm! FUCK!

The young TSA guy that ran into me motioned me off to the side. He’s cute enough but I didn’t feel like looking today! He looked over my stuff and then began to pat me down.

He had me take off my jacket as he looked over my airline ticket and passport.

“I’m sorry Mr. D’Souza,” the young guy began, “but with all of our rules we can’t make exceptions. I see you have a first class ticket and you have plenty of time. This shouldn’t take very long.”

My arms were spread wide while he patted me down as I try to ignore other passengers giving me dirty looks for taking up time. Like it’s my fault people?! I looked over the TSA guy and I read his name tag. ‘Steve Edwards.’ And I suppose he was kind of cute, still looking him over as he patted my chest. He was about my height and build, but with straight black hair. His chest filled his shirt nicely. Firm muscular legs I guess. He must work out like me.

Steve finishes my pat down and has me go through the metal detector again. IT BUZZES! No fucking way, I’m thinking.

“It has to be defective friend!” I announce in an annoyed voice. “I travel for a living, I know what to do!” I add.

Steve walked over to another TSA guy who was sitting at a nearby desk, and whispered something. Steve kept his eye on me the entire time. Yes friend! Like I’m a threat here! I’m thinking. Now he has the sitting guy looking at me. Shit. I don’t like this.

Steve finally walked back to me, picking up some of my things and told me to grab the rest.

“Follow me sir. It’s just a precaution. I’m sure this will all be fine.” Steve directed.

Now I’m half mad and half scared. Not fun. “Sure fine, waste my time man,” I grunt out.

I was led down a short hall and then into a small room, with a desk and chair and a table. He locked the door and turned to me.

“For privacy,” Steve explained.

Steve took some pre-printed note out of his pocket and begins to read from it.

“On behalf of the United States Transportation Security Administration, we are able to complete a thorough electronic security screening and must do a manual screening. Although we are not aware of a threat at this time, please be patient as we do our best to ensure that you travel to your destination safely. The following screening will be conducted in a professional and courteous manner.”

Upon finishing reading the statement, Steve looked up at me with an embarrassed grin, probably thinking about all the bullshit he has to put up with..

Steve instructed me to remove my shoes and jacket and also told me to remove my tie. He put everything down neatly on the table.

“I’m real sorry Mr. D’Souza. With all the cameras and security rules, we just have to follow, it shouldn’t be long.” He continued: “My name is Steve Edwards and I’ll try to do this quickly.”

Hey, we have kind of similar names, huh?” He added with a chuckle.

“Forgive me for not being chatty,” I blurted out, resulting in him immediately losing his smile.

For half a second I feel bad being gruff but when he started patting down my back I get annoyed again.

“You actually think I have something hidden in my back?” I asked.

“Just doing my job,” he says. “Please remove your shirt sir!”

“Fine!” I respond as I pull off my shirt, leaving me in a white undershirt.

“That too sir!”

Is he for real? But I comply, eager to be done with this nonsense. Shirtless, I turn to face him, my arms out again, as he pokes around my shoulders and armpits.

“Now I’m supposed to have something under my skin?” I ask snidely.

“You’d be surprised!” he added, offering me half a smile as if it would keep me calm. Steve then turned to a form sitting on the desk, and made some marks. It looked like he was mostly just checking off boxes.

“I have one more thing to do, Mr. D’Souza. It’s a cavity search!” he says. Did I detect a stammer in his voice?

I faced him again, and he directed me to open my mouth. He put on a rubber glove and rubbed it around my lips and just inside by my teeth. Our eyes met for a moment and I could see him take a deep gulp. This is getting interesting, I thought.

“I need you to remove your slacks, sir,” he directed, his voice clearly nervous. I kept my eyes on him as I undid my pants, taking them off and draped them over the back of the chair. For the hell of it, I took off my socks. I was now wearing only my black trunk style briefs. They are low risers and set off my bulge nicely, which began to twitch with all this mock strip tease going on. I turned to Steve, noting his eyes looking up and down my body. I turned to face him and stepped towards him, noticing he that he had taken off the rubber gloves. That’s odd, I think.

“Now what?” I asked.

“Those too,” he responded, nodding towards my briefs.

“No, I don’t think so,” I said clearly and slowly, trying to stare him down. “I got nothing up my ass, trust me,” I added.

Steve was a bit flustered. I could tell he wasn’t not quite sure what to do.

“You do it,” I suggested, still acting annoyed.

Steve took a step forward. We were standing inches apart.

“If you say so, Mr. D’Souza.”

He put his hands on my shoulders, rubbing forward over my chest and then down my sides, very slowly. Steve was making a pass at me, clearly fondling my body, I thought.

“Still checking for illegal substances or objects Steve?” I asked.

Steve’s eyes got wide when I called him by name. I put my hand on his shirt covered chest, touching and rubbing him following his actions.

Steve’s hands were now at the waist band of my briefs, but instead of pulling down my briefs, he began to rub the front, feeling up my cock and balls though the fabric. I kept my hand on his chest. I soon realized I was breathing heavily as he continued to feel me up. It felt good. I looked at Steve who was also breathing heavily.

“Maybe I am hiding something in my briefs after all,” I offered with a dirty grin.

Steve didn’t speak for a few moments. Then, out of nowhere, he stated: “would you believe I even have a girlfriend?”

“Hey, you’re just doing your job right Steve,” I said. “Besides,” I continued, “I got a girlfriend AND a boyfriend!”

Steve cracked a smile; a wide smile. My fingers began undoing the buttons on his shirt. I moved quickly, taking advantage of the moment, and noticed that he wasn’t wearing an undershirt. He had a very nice chest, actually, a great chest with a fair amount of hair in all the right places. Soon enough, I began to feel his fingers inside my briefs. He’s quickly pulled them down off my hips and slid them down, allowing me to kick them off my ankles and step out of them. I stood naked before him, my quivering cock already semi hard in anticipation of what might come next. meanwhile, my eyes and hands were still fixated on his magnificent chest. I tweaked his nipples and they responded nicely.

With our eyes locked, he started to go lower. His hands moved to my hips and pushed me over to the desk, facing away from him. Steve then pushed me to lean over, my ass lining up before him. So he still wanted to play this by the book? Okay with me I thought!

I spread my legs a bit, eager to see what he would do. But damn! Is that a tongue I felt? Warm and wet, our not so straight boy gave me a pretty decent rim job. His hands pulled on my ass cheeks while his tongue completed a few orbits and occasional brave thrusts inside my glory hole. I moaned a bit, feeling my cock grow to a full erection. After a short while, I noticed only one of his hands was still on my hip. ‘Go for it’, I think.

“You bet I will,” announced Steve. Holy crap! I must have said that last comment out loud!

Steve spun me around, now on his knees, and took my now fully hard and throbbing cock in his hands. He’s looked it over intently, as if to decide what to do with it! . But our boy is a smart one! He leaned in for a sampling taste and soon opened his mouth wide. Steve took my cock, licking around the head and giving me shivers. He moved closer, as he took in more of my rod, tightening his lips and he began to bob up and down, his hands holding me in place at the hips. I caressed his head, holding it close, and moaned my pleasure.

“I’m getting close,” I warned him. He looked up at me with a grin, and then stopped and stood up, surprising me.

I watched as my TSA stud slipped off his shirt and kicked off his shoes, going after the socks as well, just like me. He’s was grinning this entire time and then went for his pants, losing them and revealing a pair of black briefs similar to mine. Steve pulled them down in a flash, exposing a beautiful hard cock, looking about eight inches long, just like mine.

Steve gave his hard cock a few solid tugs, and grinning from ear to ear, he turned towards the table and picked up my white shirt, holding it up like a trophy. I stayed quiet, completely lost as to what he was doing. He puts his hand in the breast pocket of my shirt and felt around for something. What the fuck is this guy up to, I’m thinking. He pulled out a small sewing needle. How’d that get in there?

“I put it there!” he announced, as if reading my thoughts!

“You set me up?” I say in a loud voice. “You prick!”

Leaving the needle on the table and walking over to me, he stood close, grabbing my cock and began a slow jerk. “You mad at me?” he’s asked innocently with a sly grin.

“You planned this,” I asked, now in a more hushed voice.

“I’ve seen you come through security before. I noticed your schedule when you fly to Asia, so I was prepared. I think you are so damn hot man!” Steve explained calmly.

“You little fucker!” I responded with a grin.

“I sure as hell hope so!” he said, grinning as he took one of my hands and put it over his firm ass.

With my cock already wet from his mouth, I led him to the desk and had him lean over, as he had me do a few moments earlier. With my cock rock hard, I maneuvered it towards his waiting hole, poking in slowly to get him ready. I leaned over him, kissing his neck and ears as he moaned in delight. I poked in my cock a bit further, ever so slowly, as he grunted. Partly in, I begin a slow in and out to stay hard and give him some fun, while allowing him to loosen up. I pulled my cock out quickly and drooled on it, giving myself additional lubrication. With his empty hole twitching, I quickly refilled it and began a slow fuck, loosening Steve up. My left hand reached around his hip, finding his already hard cock leaking his juices. I wet my hand from his flow and began a slow jerk of his hard hot pole with his pre-cum.

“That’s hot,” he groaned, as I picked up the pace of my thrusting motions. Steve started to push back into me, signaling he was ready, willing and able for me. Leaning into him I whispered: “Looks like you’re the one who’s getting a much needed cavity search!”

We both laughed as we moaned in delight. I felt his cavity take my full hard cock, squeezing me into my own delirium and delight. I quickly sneaked a peek at the clock on the wall, knowing that I could relax and finish my fun without any risk of missing my Hong Kong flight.

“So you fixed your schedule to be here on my flight days?” I asked.

“Yup!”

Mmmmm, I think I am beginning to like TSA security in Los Angeles.

Getting back to business, I licked my palm really wet and made a serious go at jacking off Steve. Wet and slippery, his cock throbbed hard in my hand. He won’t last much longer, I thought. Meanwhile, my cock did pretty well at the moment also. The urges deep in my loins grew and grew and soon I was pretty close to cumming. Steve’s ass suddenly tightened signaling that he was about to cum, but his pressure sent me over the edge first. My body’s sudden thrust must have pushed Steve to the brink as well. His body rocked forward, his cock in my hand, exploded, sending his cream through and past my hand, puddling on the floor.

I shot my load deep into Steve while I hugged his body tightly. My hips quivered as my cock emptied itself. We held tight, not moving at all for a while. Soon after, we started to relax, muscles easing, pulling ourselves apart and we turned to face each other. Our firm bodies glowed with the heat of passion and sex, with a light sheen of sweat from head to toe covering our bodies.

Steve walked back to the other side of the desk and opened a drawer, pulling out two towels.

“My, isn’t the TSA prepared these days!” I stated with a grin.

“Ya just never know,” he responded. We wiped up, keeping our eyes locked, and dressed slowly.

“You could have been a bit less dramatic though, Steve.” I commented. “You could have just hit on me!” I added with a wink.

Steve just shrugged. “I know, but this seemed like more fun, right?” he responded.

“So you live with your girlfriend?” I ask.

“Nah, I like my own place, he answered, then winked back at me.

“Well, I come back through LA in four days. Will you be working then?”

Steve looked at me seriously. “And if you were retained here again, you would probably miss your connecting flight that day, and wouldn’t it just be awful!”

“And I would probably need a place to stay that night if I missed my flight!” I hinted.

“I might be able to put you up, and even plan to take off a day or two!” Steve added, playing out our staged script.

“And miss work and the chance for giving someone else a cavity search? That would be so sad!” I said in mock horror.

We both broke out laughing. Steve took the sewing needle he had planted and attached it to his form. He led me out of the room and back down that short hall to the public security area where he had first “found” me. I stood on the side quietly, waiting while he explained the ‘official” version of the search. When he walked back to me, I thanked him for completing his job efficiently and we shook hands, our grasp just a bit tighter and longer than normal.

Four days later, my Hong Kong flight landed back at LAX an hour early. On the plane I had already changed out of my suit. I was wearing a red polo shirt and white shorts and sandals. Did I mention that I forgot to put on any underwear?

After clearing customs and security, I entered the public waiting area. At the front of the crowd stood Steve, who was waiting for me with a wide smile. Out of his uniform, he wearing sandals, nice tight jeans, and a dark blue T shirt, which fit snuggly on his muscular chest. Looking closely at his tight jeans, I could not detect any evidence of him wearing any underwear either!

Steve grabbed my bag and grinned as he turned and led me out of the airport.

“You look like shit,” he said, still grinning, “All that flying, you need to get right to bed when we get home!”

“If you say so,” I responded. “But those jeans are so fucking tight, you better get them off before you lose any more circulation,” I commented.

“Maybe we both need some bed time!” he said, slapping me on the ass as we go went out the door into the bright clear Los Angeles sunshine.

Right outside the door, in the security lane, was a red Mustang convertible. Steve tossed my stuff in the trunk and we both hopped in. “Nice wheels!” I commented as we did our seatbelts. Steve put on a pair of cool sunglasses and handed me a similar pair. As Steve put his hand on the ignition, I grabbed it and stopped him. I leaned over for a kiss, which lasted long enough for a traffic office to blow his whistle because we were now blocking traffic.

“By the way,” I said into his ear as turned on the ignition. “I got you a present!” I announced.

“You’re my present,” he said with a grin. “But what did you bring home?” he asked.

“Chinese Viagra!” I yelled into his ear as we zoomed away from the airport.

“Huh? What’s that?” he said.

“The little Chinese man I bought it from said its guaranteed for four orgasms in a day!”

“This we must check out!” Steve hollered as we hit the interstate.