Sydney Airport

I’m on my way guys!!!  Sitting here writing this post from the departures lounge at Sydney Airport.

A friend of mine works for Virgin and I managed to get an upgrade to business class which will be just lovely.

I don’t know about you guys but whenever I get on a plane, I can’t not think about the Mile High Club.  I’ve never even gone close to joining the Mile High Club but I have jerked off on a plane.

Under my jeans I am wearing my ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos so if by some miracle I am offered membership to the Mile High Club then the guy will know exactly who I am.

While writing this post I searched this blog for posts from when I’ve been sitting in airports writing to you guys and I found a story that someone else wrote (not me) about an experience in the airport with a guy who was also wearing speedos under his jeans.  I thought I’d repost it for you guys.

After leaving the check-in counter I went straight to the flight gate. In the next row across from my seat I saw the same guys from the hostel. They’d been on the beach all week chatting up every group of girls in sight. One of the guys caught my eye with his scuplted build, shaved head, and perfect smile.

Probably around 22, he wore an eyebrow piercing and tatoo on his neck. Looking over from behind my Raybans, his white Quiksilver boardies were riding really low showing off his speedos. They were a typical pair of black endurance speedos with the S P E E D O logo printed in bright red. He was unaware, but each time he bent over he was teasing me with his ass crack – the logo creasing in and out of his backside.

Sitting with earphones on and my legs crossed, my Aussiebum classic reds were showing under my white nylon gym shorts. When his mates weren’t looking I’d catch him taking a perve at me. All hairless and feeling hot, I kept straightening my legs out and flexing my ass – this way I guaranteed him a perfect view of my strained cock that tented my shorts. All week I felt his eyes perving at me, especially after I’d shower and walk up the hostel hall with my towel wrapped around my waist.

So it was now or never. I’d go to one of the public toilets at the other end of the airport and hope he’d follow. I left my bag with the girl next to me and got up to walk past him and his mates. I walked right past them with Raybans on and sensed he was keen. I felt a raging hard on just knowing I was about to get a possible fuck from this macho ‘straight’ guy.

As I opened the swing door of the mens toilet I clipped my Raybans to my vneck tshirt. There were a row of urinals and unoccupied toilets on the right with a guy washing up and leaving the room. I went to the last urinal and started to beat off just waiting for him. A few seconds later he took the next urinal and looked down at my cock. Suddenly he grabbed me by the shoulder and pushed me backwards through the stall door. My cock still hanging above my shorts he dropped to his knees and wrestled them down leaving my red aussiebums still resting on my balls. With arms up I held the stall divide with my hands. Ass clenched, he was pumping and sucking my precum off – at times cupping it fully to his throat, almost gagging. I was stunned at the speed he worked it. His mouth all warm and wet as he rotated his tongue. He’d done this before for sure and showed no holding back.

He suddenly moved up off his knees and slung his singlet back over his tatooted neck showing off his ripped abs. I went straight for his throbbing hard on, pulling at his untied boardie cords so they’d fall off him. He casually kicked them to the side with his thongs. I moved forward to grab at his cock which was straining through his speedos. He resisted and with that he flipped me around eager to dive in.

With one hand he locked my head sideways and using the other hand I helped him tug down my aussiebums and push my tshirt up around my chest. He was rough but I loved how raw it felt. I could feel his hard on stretching through his speedos as he rubbed against me. He kicked out my legs as far they’d go and dribbled his warm spit so it slid down to my hole. Popping his cock out over his speedo drawstrings, he spat on his hand and wiped it down. He then massaged my tight ass chute with 2 of his fingers. Then all of a sudden he grabbed my hips and thrust inwards. I let out a moan. Never having had someone start with full throttle.
I tried to protest , “Easy there…”
“Shut the fuck up… .” slapping my ass with his hand.
And sure he was right. I’d been teasing him all week. He pushed on with the same speed he’d face fucked my cock.

With the pressure building, he grabbed my hips again and began to dive in faster with deeper grinds. I could feel the drawstrings slapping at my balls and his speedo rubbing at my chute so I started to push back for a deeper thrust. He caught on and put more thrust in, pushing closer in so I could feel his stubbled neck.

All of a sudden he shuddered with groans and I felt the spurt of his juice up my chute. He kept thrusting deeper inside me with each explosion until he started to soften and pull out. With his head now resting on my shoulder, he then reached around and began to jerk me off until I blew my load of warm cum. Not finished he flipped me around and I shot my last load over his speedo.

“Thanks!”. My aussiebums were around my ankles and there was milky cum all over the floor. He ripped off his black speedos and said “No good to me now, I’ve gotta go”. With a smirk, he pulled his singlet down, tied up his boardies and unlocked the latch. Thongs on, he ran off leaving me standing there with cum dripping down my leg.

I quickly dried my cock off, pulling up my aussiebums and cleaning off his pair of speedos which I wore on top. I quickly found my gym shorts and thongs from the next stall, did a quick clean up and ran out of there.

The best bit was the walk back to my bag. Sitting there with his mates, I past him wearing his own speedos showing through my shorts. He just smirked again as his mates looked on.

OK guys, I will talk to you from the other side of the ditch.