Jet-lagged but buzzing, I dump my suitcase in the airport hotel room. Keycard beeps green. View of runways twinkling below. Perfect anonymous pitstop before tomorrow’s flight. That meeting at the local radio dragged, but Nicolas made it worth it. Tall, broad-shouldered lawyer in a sharp suit, dark skin, piercing black eyes. We collided in corridors over podcast legal crap. My show’s going online; his job to warn me off lawsuits. First time in his office, expected a stiff prick. Got a stud instead. He confessed loving my interviews. Flattery from that hunk? Instant hard-on.
Corridor nods turned flirty. Spotted his Nedse CD; music chat sealed it. Invited him to my live acoustic session with them. He lurked in the studio shadows, eyes locked on me. Post-show, his hand on my shoulder. ‘How can I thank you?’ ‘Drinks at Black Wave.’ Hotel bar downstairs. Thursday night, off-air, no strings since I’m gone at dawn.
The Layover
Nervous in the bathroom mirror, hair refuses to cooperate. Clock races. Grab jacket, dash down. Late on purpose. Spot him at the bar in Converse tee-shirt, no suit. Casual hotness kills me. Beers flow, music bonds us. Both radio nerds. Eyes fuck across the table. Complicit smiles. ‘Got bootleg Nedse acoustics upstairs. Come see my stash?’ ‘Hell yes.’ Heart pounds at ‘for you.’ We bolt.
Separate cabs back—mine first to hotel. Park, wait by entrance. His cab pulls up. Digicode fumble, his breath hot on my neck. Elevator dings. Cramped box, eyes drill. Silence screams want. Doors open to hushed corridor hum, distant suitcase wheels.
At my door, hand on light switch. His palm covers mine. Firm grip. ‘No lights needed.’ Lips crash. Hungry, urgent. Stumble to bed, knocking the side table. Tee off, jeans down. On knees, I free his thick cock. Gland gleams pre-cum. Lick, suck deep. He groans, fingers in my blond hair. Edge him slow, then fast. Balls deep throat.
The Transit
Naked now. His turn. Tongue on nipples, belt undone. Jerks me firm. ‘Want you now.’ Lube, condom from nightstand. Fingers probe my hole—tense groan. ‘Come on.’ Doggy, gland pushes in. Pain melts to fire. Fills me full. Pounds steady, balls slap ass. Prostate zaps electric. Scratches my back. Bed creaks loud.
‘Pull out. Want your load on me.’ Last thrusts wreck me. Flips me, rips condom. I pump him furious. He aims, grunts, ropes hot cum on my cock and belly. Slick mess. My turn—use his jizz lube, stroke wild. Explode hard, mixing loads.
Panting collapse. Fingers trace sticky blend. ‘Shower?’ ‘Together. Save time before work… and your flight.’ Steam hides grins. Soap suds glide cocks. Morning: keycard drop at desk. Runway lights fade in rearview taxi. That raw fuck haunts my takeoff. One-night transit bliss.