Sex With Gay Airport Jock 1

I didn't notice him at first, but I heard him. When the airline announced that our flight would be delayed at least an hour, I heard his low voice saying "Oh, shit."

He was sitting across from the check-in desk, wearing a thin white tank top and thin, but body-hugging grey shorts. He looked like a college jock. The baseball cap pushed low on his head shielded much of his face.

Once I noticed him, I couldn't stop looking at him. He sat wide-legged, and my eyes raked up and down his muscular, hairy legs. He wasn't a huge guy, but he was built tall and muscled. He put his hands up to his cap and knocked it back. I loved the pump of his biceps as he moved. He had thick, dark hair and I wondered why he didn't leave it uncovered.

Since he and I both seemed to be stuck on the same plane delay, I decided to talk to him. I had no where else to go. I didn't think he was gay, but he looked so sexy and seemed to have a very relaxed attitude about his body. He acted like he appreciated being in great shape but didn't seem stuck up at all.

"Hi. Are you going to Atlanta, too?" I said.

He looked into my eyes for the first time and boy did I like what I saw. Deep, dark, sparkles greeted me. His eyes looked alive and sexy. Despite no chance of touching him, I definetely wouldn't mind just looking at this hot jock.

Of course he was a wrestler. I love jocks and fantasize about messing around with them all the time. Wrestlers are one of the best, in my mind. When I was 16, I went on a camping trip with some buddies, two which were on the high school wrestling team. I shared a tent with the 136 pounder, Tim. He slept in tight jockey shorts and I could barely sleep with his nearly nude body so close. In the morning we started kidding about the close quarters and the kidding led to some touching and the next thing I knew, Tim wrapped his arms around me and put me in some kind of wrestling hold. I didn't even fight him, his warm skin felt so good against me. I always regretted not fighting back and prolonging the play-wrestling. Who knows where it might have led?

So, about 8 years later, me at age 25, had visions of being in a tent with this new guy.

"Yeah, I live there. I'm on my way home from a wrestling camp."

"I'm Jason," I said, putting out my hand.

"Matt," he said, as he extended his large hand and firmly grasped my own.

"Good to meet you. Yeah, I started out this morning at 6 a.m.," Matt said. "Now it's almost 10, I've been in airplanes and airports all day. I'm beat."

He pushed his arm up over his head, showing his sexy armpits and rippling muscles along the openings in his tank. He lifted his hips and got into a great stretch. He closed his eyes as he did it, and I took the opportunity to check out his crotch. The shorts showed a smooth bulge. Was he wearing a jock, I wondered?

"Where was your wrestling camp?" I asked.

"I've been working out in a summer camp at Iowa State," he said. "But we spent the weekend at a buddies farm about four hours away from the airport, so we had to get going early."

Just then, the airline announced that the plane had a major mechanical problem: the pilot decided it needed a complete brakejob. Our one hour looked like a much longer wait. I walked over to the desk and asked if we could at least get a meal voucher for the airport.

The flight attendant glared at me and said no way. But then she brightened and said they had overbooked and if I wanted to volunteer, she'd put me up in a hotel right away, pay for dinner and breakfast, and fly me out in the morning.

I took her up on the offer and she said to hold tight. I walked back to Matt. Those beautiful eyes looked questioningly at me.

"I'm on the volunteer list," I said. "They're going to put me up in a hotel tonight and fly me out in the morning."

Matt decided to volunteer too, but by the time he got to the desk, about five others had already signed up. Then the airline announced another hour delay.

He slumped back in his chair, flopped his legs out wide, leaned back his head and groaned. His body looked so good. I felt my cock harden up as I took in his near-nakedness from his barefeet in his sandals, to those sinewy, tight thighs, dusted with just the right amount of black hair. I wanted to run my hands up those legs and hear Matt make that same moan for a different reason.

"I'm so beat. I wish I could just go to sleep," he said.

A far-out idea ocurred to me. I absolutely believed it wouldn't work, but my cock took over on this one. I just followed.

"Well, I have a hotel room. There's no reason why we can't share it. Maybe you could take the morning flight, too," I suggested.

He lifted his head and looked at me a minute. His face broke into a wide smile, showing perfect, white teeth. His eyes narrowed just a bit but still shined. "You kidding?" I shook my head. "Wow. I'm just beat. I wouldn't mind that. I'm gonna check."

He asked me to watch his stuff and moved toward the desk. I got my first view of his other side and it didn't help the stiffness in my shorts. He had nice, solid shoulders that tapered to a tight waist. His butt looked great, on top of really sexy thighs and calves. The muscles in his lower legs bulged as he strode over to the flight check-in desk.

His "stuff" consisted of a large, green duffle bag with a pair of beat-up wrestling shoes dangling from one handle and a smaller Nike bag.

Soon, he returned with that unbelieveably sexy smile on his face. I couldn't avoid looking at his thigh muscles bulge as he walked toward me.

"Done," he exclaimed. "This is really cool of you, dude. So let's go."

We each picked up our luggage and took the shuttle to the hotel. My heartbeat doubled just from being near this guy. Matt, a laid-back guy to begin with, now relaxed totally with me. My offer to share turned me into a friend almost instantly, it seemed. I told him to wait by the elevators and I'd take care of the registration.

I didn't tell them about Matt and asked for just a single room, which meant one bed. When I returned to the elevators, Matt was waiting, holding one bag in his arm, causing the bicep to bulge out. I explained that since I was sneaking him in, we'd have to share a bed. I hope he didn't mind...

He had pushed his cap way back on his head and it framed his smooth, sexy face. "No prob, Jase. I've been sleeping on dorm beds with three other guys for a month."

We entered our room on the seventh floor and he immediately threw his duffle on the floor and began to rustle inside it. "I'm gonna clean up a little. Need to use the john?" I said no and watched as he undid the velcro on his sandals and padded into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to calm down while he brushed his teeth and cleaned up.

The room had one large bed and the typical TV/dresser/desk set up. I wanted to have Matt's moans fill this room and I wanted to be the person who caused them. I hoped I hadn't misjudged him. I thought of just sliding my hands accidently into his crotch when we got into bed. Or maybe I could just jump him. Then I remembered: he was a wrestler. He'd pin my ears back, literally. I was in good shape, trim, nice wavy blond hair, good legs from lots of biking, but I sure didn't have any physical advantage.

He came out before I could come up with a plan. It didn't matter. He had stripped off his shirt in the bathroom and it almost took my breath away. He had exactly the kind of build I loved. High, tight pecs,with a long, muscled torso. His abs were as tight, flat and hard as coverboys on men's health magazines. He had nice amount of black hair in the center of his chest and a sexy shading at the base of his abs. I just stared.

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