There are two types of airport people. One that gets there early and has time to peruse the newsstand and sit at the gate. Then there is the other. Power walk through TSA to the gate and board within 5 minutes of getting to said gate.
I am definitely the later and he is not. He would like people to think that he’s the later, but the word “late” is in his airport vocabulary when he should be saying “We are going to be right on time.”
I left my place early and found a spot right out front his place, so instead of waiting for him, I headed up to get him.
I got into his place and his wheelie was already by the door. I could hear him closing the blinds and turning off the lights.
He came out into the main room and greeted me with a kiss. I wanted more and he obliged.
My morning masturbation was not enough. He wasn’t coming back until Friday, so I wanted more.
He knew it, but told me that he didn’t want to be late. I assured him that he wasn’t going to be late and kissed him again, but this time my hand grabbed his growing bulge.
Our heads separated again and he looked at me “I am going to be late.”
I smiled and assured him that he wouldn’t before dropping myself in front of him.
He did his best to look annoyed, but did nothing to stop me from undoing his pants.
I grabbed his hardening cock and looked up at him as my tongue began to tease his tip. We locked eyes as my tongue swirled. His cock was getting harder by the second and he watched my tongue run the length of his shaft. Up and down, swirling around his tip and at his balls at the base. He grinned as he watched me work and took a big breath when I finally took him in my mouth.
I worked him deeper into my mouth with every stroke looking up every so often. My bobs were long and slow in the beginning then I changed to only taking half his length in my mouth and increased the pace. My wrist twisted every stroke and I began so slurp, and threw in a purring moan every so often for good measure.
I could hear him breathing heavier as my sloppy sucking picked up. My pace quickened and I took less of him in my mouth. My tongue concentrated on his frenulum with ever stoke. His breathing was turning into soft moaning as my pace continued. He was close and I shorted my strokes and began to tighten my suction around his shaft.
His moaning got louder as I tasted his pre-cum. It wasn’t long until he started praising God and my hand released his shaft and began to massage his nuts as my lips locked onto frenulum below his tip.
His hot load shot into my mouth as I messaged every last drop out of his sack. As soon as he was empty, I looked up at him and gave him a couple of slow, deep bobs in my mouth before one last vacuum suck on his sensitive tip draining any last remnants of his load and getting one more “oh my God” out of him.
He watched as I put his cock back in his boxers. I rose to be greeted with a deep passionate kiss. I watched as he pulled his pants up and got dressed.
I smiled “We better hurry, if you don’t want to be late for your flight.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11kgjgt/a_last_minute_blowjob_before_taking_him_to_the
Great send off
Great writer but account needs pix.