Jamie - Peter in a Blizzard

In 2004 I was working as a flight attendant, which is funny because I graduated college in 2002 with a BA in English Literature. I thought I would be living in France working on a novel at a Cafe going from latte to wine like handing off the baton in the daily race from getting out of bed to climbing into bed. Unfortunately, I had student loans to pay, and as my parents pointed out, “traveling will give you something to write about.” Little did I understand, the glory of being a flight attendant who needs to make money, you can’t just sign up for a flight to Italy or France, and you certainly can’t just work the one day and then go exploring for a week.

The upside is you do get hotels taken care of, even though it’s likely to be a hotel in or right next to the airport you’re flying into. This was a selling point for me being a horny gay 23-year-old with no boyfriend to speak of. You’d be surprised how often you get cruised by solo traveling guys at the airport bar or the hotel bar depending on where you are, and being able to go straight up to the hotel room for a quickie is always fun.

On one particular trip that winter, I was supposed to fly to London, stay one night, and then fly back to NYC on an early AM flight.

In London, I got checked into my hotel as quickly as possible, took a quick shower, threw on my red CK low-rise briefs, a pair of black jeans, a thermal shirt because it was cold as hell, and a t-shirt over the thermal shirt. I made my way down to the hotel bar, which was surprisingly crowded for a Thursday night.

I found a barstool and ordered a drink. Looking around at the crowd it was fairly mixed with people of all ages and walks of life, I also recognized some flight attendants from other airlines that I’ve seen before. One particular guy I let fuck me about four months ago when we had the same layover in Berlin. He noticed me reminiscing about his nice 8” cut dick, it was hard for me to take it but once it was in, wow did he know how to fuck.

He walked over, “Jamie, it’s been a while,” he said, with a smirk.

I couldn’t hold back a smile, “It has been a while. How’ve you been Peter?” I asked, sipping my drink, resisting the urge to touch him.

“Oh you know, living the dream,” he chuckled, then sipped his drink and flagged down the bartender. “Can we get some kamikaze shots?”

“What, no, I have an early flight tomorrow, I can’t fly hungover, I get sick easily,” I tried to stop him.

“Not likely,” he nodded towards the TV above my head.

I swiveled around, looking at the weather channel, predicting blizzard-like conditions starting in an hour and lasting all day tomorrow.

The bartender brought us two shots. I picked one up. “Well, here’s hoping you’re right,” I laughed and downed my shot.

We talked for a few minutes before one of his fellow attendants flagged him over to their group to settle a debate. I didn’t see him for a while, but I did get hit on by a beautiful blonde solo traveler, she was on a layover and heading back to one of the fly-over states in the US, and I had zero interest in anything she had to say, so I kept drinking.

Once I had more than enough to drink I paid my tab and decided to free up the barstool and head back to my room.

“Jamie, you’re leaving?” Peter grabbed me as I was walking out.

“Yeah, just in case the weatherman is wrong,” I teased.

He smiled at me, he had this sexy 5 o’clock shadow that accented the angles of his face, complimenting his thick dark hair and eyebrows, and I already am a fan of the trim body he hides under his uniform.

“I’m in 427 if you find yourself…” I smirked, “wanting to catch up some more.”

I gave him a bro-hug and headed back towards the elevators.

In my room, I stripped down to my briefs, brushed my teeth, and set my alarm for 5 am.

No sooner had I climbed under the blankets there was a soft knock at my door. I quickly got out of bed and dropped to the floor to do 5 pushups, then opened the door in just my underwear.

“Oh, hey,” I acted as though I wasn’t hoping he’d come by.

He pushed his way in, grabbing me by the waist with one hand and the back of my head with the other as he started to kiss me, his tongue immediately wrestling with mine, a moan came from one of us, maybe both. My dick sprang to life in record reaction time as his hand slid from my waist to my right ass cheek.

I started pulling at his tucked-in dress shirt as he unbuttoned it and then I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down revealing his white Jockey bikini briefs that contrasted with his naturally tan skin, his hardening package stretching the fabric to its limits, a small spot of precum already forming at the tip of his dick.

“Man am I glad to be snowed in with you,” he breathed heavily, tossing his shirt onto the floor and stepping out of his pants.

“Me too,” I pulled him onto the bed with me, him on top of me using his hands on the mattress to lower us down gently, flexing his muscles as he did.

He grind his junk into me, shifting my legs wider to his sides so the only thing between his dick and my ass was two thin pieces of fabric. He kissed my neck and moaned into me, his stubble scratching my skin as he did. Kissing his way down he sucked on my right nipple.

“Oh fuck,” I rocked my hips up onto his, feeling his cock twitching in response.

He continued to kiss his way down my body, gently nibbling on the head of my cock through my briefs, teasing me with every move.

“Mmm, fuck Peter,” I groaned, slipping my hands into the waistband of my underwear and sliding them down my ass and thighs, my dick sprang out and thwapped my abs, a string of precum tethering the head of my dick to my happy trail.

Peter pulled my briefs the rest of the way off, tossing them onto the floor, and then slid down further on the bed, kissing my inner thigh, then that spot between my balls and my thigh, then licking my balls and up my 6” cut cock until he cleaned the drop of precum off the head and swallowed it with an “mmm, delicious.”

I moaned as he engulfed my cock, the alcohol in my system enhancing every amazing touch. He sucked me into his throat and moaned on my dick, fuck he knew how to pleasure a man, and he knew I wanted him.

“Fuck that feels good,” I moaned, gyrating my hips and gently thrusting up into his throat as he pushed his head down on my cock. It even felt good to run my fingers through his thick hair as I helped him get my dick so deep into his throat his stubble tickled my balls which were already starting to draw up tight from the pleasure.

He pulled his head free and pushed my legs up by my thighs, my hole now in his direct line of sight, he grinned and dove head first to eat me out.

“Ungh, oh my…yes,” I felt my body twitch from his gentle nibble and sucking on my hole, his tongue licking up, down and around the sphincter before going rigid and pushing in. “Mmmm, yeah, that’s it, fuck that feels good,” I groaned, doing my best to loosen my hole for him, holding my legs up and spread as wide as I could.

He moaned and licked at my hole, pulling me open and then gently sliding one of his long fingers into me, pushing on my prostate while still licking the top of my hole.

I relaxed the best I could, I needed lube, “there’s lube and stuff in my travel case,” I groaned.

He popped his head up, “where is it?”

“Ungh…the bathroom I think,” I felt his finger slide out of me quickly.

He darted for the bathroom, his cock and balls dangling over the top of his bikini briefs, hard as a rock. He came back holding a black bag with a red and white stripe down the side, “this one?”

“Yeah,” I moaned, rolling over onto my stomach, presenting myself to him.

I heard him unzip the bag, “Got it, ooh, you want these?” He held up an unopened bottle of poppers I picked up in France on my last Europe flight.

I grinned, holding out my hand for them.

He got back on the bed, between my legs, sliding his cock across my hole a few times, I felt his precum lube my hole as he stopped there to tease it with small circles, pushing just hard enough to get a moan out of me.

“You want me to fuck you, Jamie?” He thumped his heavy dick on my hole a few times.

“Mmm, you know I do,” I ripped open the poppers, tossed the plastic onto the floor, and opened the bottle quickly, taking a nice deep hit of the fresh vapor. “Mmm,” I felt the rush as the Amyl hit my bloodstream and my body quickly relaxed, Peter added lube to my hole, gently pushing a finger into my hole, knowing instinctively where my prostate is and aiming right for it. “Fuuuck,” I groaned into one of the soft hotel pillows, arching my ass up a little, letting my hard dick spew a drop of precum onto the white sheets.

He stroked his dick with lube, “your ass is still so tight,” he chuckled.

“Well I’m not as slutty as some flight attendants,” I joked, softly humping the mattress as my ass sucked his finger in deeper.

“You’re my slut tonight,” he fired back, pulling his finger from my hole and shoving two back in its place.

“Ungh…shit, gentle,” I told him as he wiggled his fingers inside me, making room for what was much bigger than two fingers.

“Take another hit,” he instructed.

I did as I was told, another hit on both sides, really getting my head spinning.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, sliding his hips up so his dick rested between my ass cheeks. He lay flat on top of me, grinding into me, we both let out a soft moan.

“Mmm,” I reached back, pulling his head to my neck.

He kissed my neck, “yeah, you want my dick?”

“MmmHmm,” I moaned, feeling it slide across my hole as he continued frotting with me, really grinding hard into me, fuck it feels good.

He licked my neck, knowing we couldn’t give each other a hickey, we made a rule the last time we fucked that you could suck as hard as you want below the neck, above the shoulders you can only lick and kiss. I lift my ass to get more pressure from his dick sliding across my hole. “Mmm, fuck yeah Peter.”

“I’m gonna fuck this tight ass so hard you’re going to be walking funny for days,” he whispered in my ear.

I chuckled, “You’re going to be gentle or you’ll never fuck me again.”

“Deal,” he stuck his tongue in my ear and I squealed like a pig.

He sat back up, grabbed my to-go bag, and started shuffling through it. I took another hit of poppers and flexed my ass, squeezing his cock with my toned cheeks.

“Do you have condoms?” He asked.

“There’s an entire box in the bag,” I chuckled, looking over my shoulder at him.

“This box is empty,” he held it up.

“You’re joking?” I reached over and grabbed the box from him, it was empty. A flash of the terrible sex I had a few weeks ago rushed back to me, it was so bad I forgot I had it…and in my head the 3 pack of condoms in my bag was new. “Oh, man…” I threw the box on the floor. “Please tell me you have one in your wallet or something.”

He chuckled, “I’m not at the prom, I have condoms in my hotel room…on the other side of the hotel…a few floors away,” he shrugged.

I let my head drop back to the mattress, disappointed that I wasn’t going to get Peter’s big dick tonight. I felt him start stroking his dick, his balls rubbing my ass as he did, then a few taps of the meaty beast on my hole.

“Do we need a condom?” He asked, rubbing the head on my hole, copious amounts of precum smearing it.

“Yes, of course,” I said with no doubt in my voice. I had never been fucked bareback and I wasn’t going to start with Peter.

He continued to circle my hole with the head of his cock, his natural lube making me slick and fuck did it feel good.

“That’s too bad,” he gently pushed on my hole, and the head almost popped in.

“Mmmm, fuck man…I know,” I felt him wiggle the head, his precum leaking into my hole felt so wet and so good, “ungh…” I arched my ass up reflexively, “...but we can’t.”

“I don’t have anything if that’s…” he started to push gently again.

I clenched my hole shut, his head being forced out, “I don’t either and I’d like to keep it that way.”

His dick slipped off my hole and he started frotting again, really grinding hard into me. I took another hit of poppers and relaxed into the feeling of his hot body rubbing against mine like an animal.

He sat back up and took the poppers from me, taking a big hit, sliding his hard dick across my hole, took another big hit, and passed them back to me. He tapped his meat on my hole like he was playing a drum. I took another hit, and his cock head pressed gently on my hole as I took a second hit on the other side I felt the head pop into my hole.

“Mmmm,” he moaned.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, trying to cap the poppers before I spilled them.

He pushed an inch into me with ease, “fuck Jamie, your hole wants it,” he told me.

I moaned, “I know, but…we don’t have a condom,” he pushed another inch into me, “Ungh…wait,” I put up a half-hearted fight but his dick felt so good stretching me open.

“Maybe, just a few strokes, then I’ll pull out and jerk off on your back?” He whispered, pushing another inch into me.

I felt him rock his hips and my hole opened up allowing him to rock the rest of his cock into me as he groaned like an animal in heat. “Mmm, so tight,” he held his cock in me, flexing, waiting for permission. He lay flat on my back, kissing my neck.

“Maybe…just a few strokes,” I conceded.

“Mmm,” he moaned into my ear as he licked the ridge and gently rocked his hips into me a little deeper.

“Ahh, fuck man, you’re so big,” I groaned. Then opened the poppers and took a big hit.

“Yeah, your tight hole is gripping me so hard I only need a few thrusts,” he chuckled.

I took another hit on the other side, “you better not cum in me,” I warned him.

He kissed my neck, and I felt him smile, “I have better control than that,” he made small circles with his hips as the poppers rushed through me and my hole dilated around his cock.

He slowly pulled a couple of inches out and then thrust them back in quickly, I groaned as he moaned and repeated the movement, a longer stroke this time and he kissed my neck again.

“Fuck that feels good,” I moaned.

“Mmm, your hole loves my raw cock,” he whispered in my ear, sliding slowly out and pushing faster in, “God damn you’re tight, feels so fucking good.”

Fuck, he was right, his dick feels so good pumping into me, I felt my hips arch up into his thrust to get him deeper into me, hitting deeper than he did the last time he fucked me, “ungh,” I moaned, tossing my head back to meet his shoulder.

He started thrusting with a rhythm now and held me tightly as he moaned and breathed heavily into my neck, “fuck Jamie, take my fucking dick,” he groaned.

The flared head of his bare cock was rubbing my prostate so hard I thought I was going to blow my load without touching my dick and the amount of pleasure I was getting scared me. If it felt this good for me, he must be on the edge too. “Wait,” I clenched, putting on the brakes, “that’s well more than a few strokes,” I groaned.

He slowed his thrusting, “fuck…yeah, I’m so close too,” he breathed heavily, letting his cock rest inside me. He kissed my neck and pulled out quickly, thumping my ass, “Damn that felt good though.”

I rolled onto my back and started stroking my hard dick, I looked up and down his tight body, his chest, his abs, his trimmed pubes, his huge slick dick, his shaved balls held up by the waistband of his briefs, his muscular thighs spreading my legs as he jerked himself lusting over my body.

He scooted up closer to me, I wrapped my legs around his body so he could stroke his dick and rub the head on my balls as he did it.

“Mmmm,” I let out a soft moan, stroking myself faster.

He slowly stroked himself, “are you close?”

I shrugged, “getting there,” I smiled at him.

He tucked his dick below my balls, the head hitting right on my hole as he jerked his dick, gently rocking his hips so the head popped in as he jerked himself.

I reached over and grabbed my poppers, taking a deep hit, then another.

“Take another,” he instructed.

I did.

“Hold it,” he said, then gently pushed his cock up and into my hole, sinking more than half of it into me with ease.

“Oh fuuuuck,” I exhaled in a moan.

He thrust hard up into me, my legs rocking with him, “fuck, I need a few more thrusts,” he groaned, looking into my glazed-over eyes.

I nodded in agreement, “don’t cum,” was all I could say, picking up my cock and letting all the pleasure wash over my body.

He growled, thrusting harder and deeper, his dick slid with ease in and out of my hole, fuck I was in a state of bliss I had never experienced before, and spread my legs wider for him to get deeper into me.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, “take my fucking cock,” he switched to short thrusts.

I jerked faster, rocking my hips in time with his, making sure his dick slid across my prostate with every thrust, “Oh my God that feels good,” I moaned trying not to cum so I could enjoy this feeling forever. “Fuck Peter, don’t stop,” I whispered, feeling my prostate swell as my ass started to clamp down on his cock.

“I’m so close,” he groaned, thrusting faster, even shorter pumps.

“Don’t,” I started, feeling him pull most of the way out and then thrust in, hitting hard inside me and the unmistakable warmth of his hot load shooting inside me, his dick twitching as his muscles all clenched.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned in pleasure.

“Ungh…ungh,” He groaned, getting a few more thrusts in as his cum lubed my insides.

I was overwhelmed with pleasure and my hole clamped down so tight on his swollen cock he moaned again with me as my balls tightened and my muscles all flexed and cum shot out of my dick onto my chest, pooling in the valleys of my tightening abs and creating a lake in my bellybutton. “Oh…ungh…fuck,” I groaned as I continued to stroke myself, riding his spent dick as my overstimulated prostate sent shivers through my body and the last of my orgasm spewed out onto my hand and dribbled into my pubes. “Fuuuck…” I groaned, pushing his cock from my tight hole as I clenched and relaxed and clenched and relaxed.

“Holy shit,” he gasped for air, relaxing his body, holding himself up on his hands as he leaned back. “Fuck Jamie,” he breathed heavily.

I caught my breath, “I guess you don’t have as much control as you thought,” I managed to mumble.

He chuckled, “Are you mad? Don’t be mad, it felt so good…didn’t it?”

I slowed my breathing, “I’m not mad. It felt…amazing,” I admitted. “I’ve just never…done that,” I confessed.

“Don’t worry, I really don’t have anything, you can just…enjoy it,” he reassured me, leaning in for a quick kiss.

I nodded, understanding. I was enjoying it, my body memorizing every detail and little feeling of my first raw cock and breeding. I stretched my legs, around him.

“Let me get you a washcloth,” he slowly got off the bed and went into the bathroom.

I reached between my legs, sliding a finger around my cummy hole, I can’t believe how good that felt. I shook my head, knowing the majority of his cum was at least 8” deep inside my guts, and the entire trail all the way to my stretched ring.

He came back with a warm, damp wash cloth and cleaned the cum off my chest, abs, and body. Folded the cloth and wiped it gently on my cum covered ass crack, I moaned softly and he smiled. “We’ll have to do this again at the next layover.”

I looked at the clock, “shit, I have to be up in 3 hours for work.” Then I looked at my phone, “nope, my flight is delayed already,” I laughed.

“Good,” he said, tossing the rag into the bathroom after wiping off his dick. “Maybe, if we’re both stuck here all day we can do this again?” He pulled his underwear back up over his balls and deflated cock. Then grabbed his pants.

“Yeah, well, you’ll have to bring your condoms from your room,” I scoot back on the bed, putting my head on the pillow to watch him get dressed.

He smiled his sexy smile at me, “Come on, don’t be like that.” He buttoned his pants.

“Don’t be like what?” I asked, tucking a second pillow under my head.

He pulled his shirt on and walked over to me, putting one knee on the bed, and leaned in to kiss me gently. “Don’t be a tease,” he kissed me again, licked my lips gently, and grinned as he pulled away.

I wasn’t sure what he meant exactly, I don’t think I’m a tease.

He left after getting dressed. I passed out, naked in my bed, and woke to my alarm going off a few hours later. I checked my messages and had a few from work updating me, letting me know my morning flight was delayed and that I needed to be ready on standby anyway. So I stumbled into the shower and washed last night off me. Heading to work, completely fucked out and hungover. I put on a smile and grabbed some shitty coffee on my way out of the hotel.

I waited at my gate for hours, wondering if Peter was stuck at his gate as well. I probably should’ve gotten his phone number, but I’m sure I’ll see him again somewhere.