I was the last to board my flight
I’m literally typing this in my notes app as I prepare for takeoff because it was so fucking hot. I swear on all that is holy that everything I’m about to say is 100% true.
I’m flying out of PHX on my way back to TX. I already changed my flight once today to fly out at midnight so I could spend my last day in PHX at Flex Spa (that was also worth it but will share that later.)
As much fun as I had at the spa, I was (am) still insatiably horny. Traveling only ever serves to amplify that. So I’m sitting at my gate, just there. Scanning Grindr and Sniffies and everyone hitting me up is miles away - which was frustrating since I changed my profiles to indicate which gate I was sitting and waiting at. So I turned them off and decided to try my luck with traditional bathroom cruising. After all, it was past 11 pm so traffic was minimal.
On my way into the bathroom I saw the housekeeper stocking his cart. He was so cute. Young, mid-20s, likely Mexican, light skinned, about 5’10. I stared but to no avail. He was on the phone while working and didn’t even acknowledge me. On to the stall.
It’s relevant to explain this men’s restroom. When you walk in, immediately in front of you it looks like a small men’s room. A line of 3 urinals and 2 stalls on the left wall, opposite that is a short wall of two sinks. However this is a right turn and there’s a larger part of it his men’s room. On that side the right wall has a line of about 5 urinals and then 5 stalls past that, with the last one being the larger handicap stall. That’s the one I went to.
I set up in the stall and began stroking. Three guys had cycled through the stall to my left, no one tapped back. At the same time, the housekeeper started cleaning this side of the restroom, still talking on the phone. Guys were still coming to this side. Not many, but enough I thought I wasn’t going to have any luck.
But in my mind I was leaving and old never see anybody in my life again. I stood up and started stroking so the housekeeper - let’s call him Luis - could see if he looked. And he finally did.
I was making it so obvious that I was stroking. I unlatched my door. Luis came to it like he was wiping it down but just watching me. He opened it wider but kept looking back in case anyone came. I motioned to let me blow him. He walked away.
He came back 30 seconds later. While the restroom wasn’t officially closed, he positioned his cart to block the entrance and we had a safer play window.
He pulled out this beautiful 6.5” uncut cock that had the sweetest precum pooling in his hood. I slurped it up quietly but quickly. He tasted so good. I blew him. He stroked. It was all of 4 maybe 5 minutes. He came in the toilet and I drank as much as I could catch. So fucking hot.
He tucked himself back in and motioned for me to finish myself in the stall while he got back to work.
That meant that guys could start coming back on a this side again. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I heard somebody come in and use the restroom. It was a flight line employee. I could tell by the safety vest. Let’s call him Marcus. He was about 6’2”.
He was washing his hands and saw through the gap in my door that I was just standing there but not really doing much else. Most guys would be curious for all of 5 seconds then leave. Marcus was watching me while he dried his hands. And then he started washing his hands again.
Game on.
I started making eye contact with him through the crack. He wasn’t shy and walked straight up to the door so I unlocked it. He came in and started stroking me and playing with my nipples. He pulls his dick out and starts stroking. It was nice, cut and about 5.5” one of my favorite sizes.
I leaned over and started sucking him. He was keeping an eye out and got spooked, said someone was coming. I asked him if it was the housekeeper, he said yes. I smiled that evil smile and said it’s ok, I just blew him. He asked if I swallowed his load and I nodded.
That must have turned him on. He began frantically jacking his dick while I tongued the tip. He eventually came and I slurped up as much as I could.
He shot some cum on my shorts and I had some on my hands. Delicious.
He quickly got dressed and stepped out. I made myself presentable and started grabbing my bags. It was at that moment I heard the overhead announcing ‘final boarding call’ for my flight.
I booked it out there and passed the housekeeper who was cleaning the mirrors. I grabbed his ass on my rush out and ran to my gate where I was the last one to board.
As I was putting my seatbelt on I realized my hands still had some wet cum. I smiled at it hoping my seat mate saw. He didn’t - and it was a red eye flight so we both knocked out fairly soon into our flight.
This is 100 percent true and I dialed back the details to shorten this very long story.