My Irish Boy

We started chatting on Scruff for about a year.  He’s actually a pilot and flies into Newark but our schedules were never in sync.  Lucky for me his schedule changed and for the last few months he’s been coming to Newark and staying at airport hotels.

Just as I’d hoped our online chemistry was even hotter in person.  The pics he sent me didn’t do him any justice.  He’s hot as fuck and who doesn’t love an Irish brogue.  A few tattoos a nice thick cock and beautiful fucking hole.

We chatted so many times that our sexual energy was off the charts and I had no intention of our first meeting to be vanilla in the bedroom.  I know my way around the airport because I’m a total sex addict.  I know the places to go at what time of day.  You can find places nobody knows about or you can find places where you get dudes to watch and/or join in. 

He knows I was an addict and exhibitionist and he claimed to be one too.  However, he was really concerned about being seen or caught at the airport.  I sweet talked him into meeting me in this private restroom.  Private meaning not many people use it but that’s not true.  The people who use it are men like me who need it physical passionate raw and a little on the rough side.  That part I did not prepare him for.  My hunch was he’d fucking love it.

He also didn’t know I had a group of men who also love this shit and we had each other’s text information.  I selectively let a few know the deal.

He met me there and within seconds my tongue was down his throat and we were all over each other.  I was pleasantly surprised he didn’t seem to care if anyone walked in as we made out.  While he pawed my cock through my jeans, I worked his nipples and quickly went to his hole where he let out a sweet sound.  Now it was on.

I told him to completely undress.  He refused.  I slipped us into the handicap stall and told him again while we made out and chewed his ear kissed and licked his neck telling him how fucking hot he was.  This time I did the undressing and he didn’t resist.  Then we heard footsteps and we both froze.  I honestly didn’t give a fuck but he freaked out a little.  It actually turns me on…. the possibility of getting caught. 

The guy stood at the urinal which was right outside the stall.  Another one came in and you could hear them pissing and not leaving.  I peeked through the door and could see them stroking each other and trying to see us.  My Irish Boy was freaking out as I let the door open. 

These guys were fucking amazed at the hot boy I had.  And now my boy turned the corner from afraid to totally into being shown off by his man.  I whispered not to worry that I’d take care of him but I wanted them to touch him; tweak his nips; and I wanted him to suck there cocks too.  Soon one big orgy was going on with the 4 of us and I let him doing the sucking as I got behind him.  I licked his hole on slightly before slamming my cock inside.  He was tight and dry.  Just how I like them. 

I’m going to share some pics and vid of him then I’ll continue with the story.