Sowing Seeds E9 | I sucked a straight guy off before his flight

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After our shopping spree, I had my driver drive to his place with all his bags. It was a neighbourhood with a lot of rundown looking short apartment buildings. 

“Wait, my truck is still at your place.”

“It can stay there. Our flight is early tomorrow morning anyway. Robert will pick you up at 6.” My driver gives me a hand signal from the front to let me know he's heard. Then, he leaves and helps Todd with his bags. 

“Shit, I don't know if this is good or bad for my street cred,” Todd says as he watches my driver carry multiple bags to the front entrance of the building. “Alright, what do I need to bring?”

“What do you mean? Well, the clothes. And whatever else you want. Anything you forget, we can get there.” 

Todd looks at me blankly and then chuckles. “Alright Warren, see you tomorrow then.” 

When I got home, I started packing too. I'm going to be honest, I was getting pretty excited to go now. 

Todd is going to be in his new swimsuit a lot on the beach. And I think being in a new place is probably going to loosen him up a bit. 

Despite having rinsed my mouth out in the store’s washroom, I could still taste Todd on my tongue. That fleshy meaty taste of his organ mixed with my saliva is either still on my face or in my nose. I probably would be tasting his jizz too if I didn't high pressure suck it straight down my throat. 

This is probably the most I've gotten a guy off without expecting anything in return. It's pretty satisfying to know that I'm getting to know his buttons and how to extract the milk out of him on demand.

Speaking of it now, I want to have his dick in my mouth again while I jerk off. 

I pulled open my drawer of jocks and unfurled some of them. Should I bring them?

Maybe he'll want to do a little more during the trip. I suddenly see myself wearing this bright red jock, with my ass filling it out and his thick cock rubbing on my crack. 

I know he’s straight. He can’t even look at himself getting sucked by a guy in the mirror. No way he’s going to want to fuck my ass. 

Still, I decided to put it in my luggage. Call it wishful thinking, if you will. 

The next morning, I woke up early to finish getting ready. The car arrives just as I bring my two luggages downstairs. Robert gets out and helps me put them in the trunk, and I look at the one gym bag that's in there. 

“Is that it?” I get in the car and ask Todd. He’s wearing one of the thin blue shirts I got him yesterday. Actually, everything he's wearing is from the shopping spree. He looks really good in it, and it hangs off him in a way where you can look down his shirt to his pecs when he moves. 

“Yeah. I don't have any luggage.” He rubs his hands nervously. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I don't have one,” Todd says and shrugs. “I've never been anywhere.” 

“You should've said something. I could've gotten you one yesterday,” I say. My disappointed tone permeates the car space tensely. “Sorry. We can get one at the airport.” 

“No, it's fine. I pretty much got everything from yesterday in there. I saw a YouTube video where you roll everything.” His fingers move awkwardly.

“You okay?”

“I've never flown before,” Todd says. “Just some jitters. I'll be fine.” 

We take off, and I let Todd have some silence. The nerves were radiating off him and in turn making me a little nervous. If he’s never flown before, going on an unplanned vacation is probably pretty scary. 

“Once we get through the security stuff, then you can sleep the whole way.”

“I'm not sure if that's gonna be possible.” Todd laughs nervously. “Fuck, I think I forgot my deodorant.” He already has some pit stains on his new shirt. 

“Don’t worry about that,” I say as we go up to the check-in desk. I do all the talking and we go off to the security line. “Just do as they say.” 

After we passed the machines and collected our things, I motioned for us to sit down on a bench. I could tell he was still nervous and the border agents barking at him probably didn't help. 

“Okay. We've got about 2 hours to kill. We’ll get you some luggage, get rid of this bag… Oh and the deodorant. Anything else?”

“I think that's it. Shouldn't we find where we're supposed to be first?” Todd asks. He's cute. I decide to humour him and let him find our gate if that makes him feel better. 

He led the way and I trailed behind him. He really does look good in this shirt. It highlights his shoulders nicely. 

“Okay, found it. Alright, first things first, we need to find deodorant or I'm going to be really unpleasant to be around the whole trip.” 

“If you stop being so nervous, you won't sweat so much,” I joke. He checks his spit stains and laughs.

“Fuck. Should I change?” 

“If you want. You're fine.” I point at the people passing by us. “Most people look like ass when they travel.” 

“Okay. I think I'm going to change anyway,” Todd says as he shakes his hands out. “I've got a T-shirt in here.” 

We find a bathroom and go in. Being early morning in the middle of the week, there’s no one else in here. Todd unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off, and the big horizontal mirror lets me see pretty much every part of his developed chest. 

“Why do you say you're not gonna sleep on the plane?” I watch him roll up the shirt. 

“Too wired. Maybe after the take off. Shit.” His nervous hands mess up the rolling and he has to do it again. 

I take over and do it for him. “I've seen the same YouTube video.” 

“Thanks.” Todd lets out a big sigh. “I should put on a shirt I guess.” 

“Or, you keep it off and I suck a load out of you so you can relax.” 

“That would be nice.” He chuckles. I don't think he realizes that I'm not joking. I hand him the shirt and he puts it in his bag. 

“I'm serious,” I say. 

“Do we even have time?” 

It was my turn to chuckle. “Are you going to last two hours?”

For the first time today, I saw him relax a little. “Alright. Just … not here.” Todd points to the big mirror. We go into the handicap stall, because it's much spacier than the rest of the stalls. 

“Even has a place for your bag.” I point at the hook on the door. As he places his bag, I unbutton his shorts and pull them down. “Whoa…” 

I didn't expect him to already be erect. 

“I've always wanted to do something at an airport. Saw it in a porno once.” He's already breathing heavily.

I place my hand under his shaft and stroke it lightly. Immediately, he starts to shiver. 

“Shit,” Todd whispers with a laugh. His dick stiffens to rock in my soft grip. This is probably the quickest he's ever bricked up. 

“How many times have you jerked off to this fantasy?”

“A lot,” he admits. “Oh…” His eyebrows scrunched. “Shit…”

I can feel the cum surging up his shaft already after just a minute of having his member caressed.

“Are you close?” I wrap my fist fully around his meat and his abs crunch in perfect definition.

“Yeah.” His eyes are shut tight. “I might cum pretty soon.”  He bites his lips, like he's holding himself back. This must be a pretty big fantasy for him to react like this.

“Alright.” I kneel down and place his tip right at my mouth, stroking him just super lightly. 

His heavy breathing is all I could hear. His thighs vibrating instructed me to keep the stroke light to walk him to the point of no return. 

“Shit!” A string of sweet juice lands on my tongue. I let go of his cock and let the tip balance on my parted lips. “Ah!” 

His cock bounces, hitting my top lip. His jizz flows out of him and onto my tongue, and I massage his trembling thighs as he leaks white gold like a faucet. “Ahh…ahhh…” His moans are coming through gritted teeth. 

Then I dive down onto his cock, giving him the suction I know he likes.

“Oh! Oh! OH!!!” It's like Todd forgets he's in public. His moans are unapologetically loud, like he doesn’t know that there are passengers milling around the airport just outside the washroom. “Fuck! I'm cumming! Fuck! Fuck!” His hands grab my head this time and he fucks into my face.

“GUHHH!” I didn't even swallow all his cum yet and now a new load is invading my mouth. 

“AHH! Ahh! Ahh…ahhh…” His heaving breathing relaxes and he lets me suck him again. I swallow what I can and finish pleasuring his ebbing orgasm. “Holy… fuck….”

“Feel more relaxed?” I pull some toilet paper to wipe up the cum that's on my chin. 

“Oh yeah, for sure.” Todd leans back against the stall wall. Completely naked from this angle, he looks like a wet dream. I can't resist tonguing his tip again and he squirms with a giggle. 

“Well, that was 3 minutes of our 2 hours. So the deodorant now, I guess.” I cup his balls and he shivers in post orgasmic pleasure. 

“Shut up,” Todd says with a big relaxed smile.