As soon as I stepped from the plane into the jet way that served as our passageway to the terminal, I felt the intense heat of the Texas sun. The airport's acres of asphalt were baking in the summer sun and the hot, stale jet way air took my breath away. I hurried along the corridor to find the relief of the air-conditioned terminal. The cool air of the terminal caused a chill to run along my spine. I was taken aback by the hustle and bustle of the massive Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport. The airport serves as a hub for several large airlines and is a departure point for South American flights. That is why I was here. I was traveling to Buenos Aires for an important business meeting. I had somehow managed to arrange a six-hour layover in Dallas. Although I would be here just a short time, I had reserved a room at the nearby Clarion Suites Hotel. I was assured it was less then a mile from the airport and only minutes by cab.
I smiled when I recalled the look on my company's travel clerk's face when I explained I needed a hotel in Dallas for a few hours. She clearly thought I was another of the self-indulgent company executives who thought they were too good to hang around an airport for the afternoon. Of course I couldn't explain the real reason I wanted the layover and hotel room in Dallas. I just smiled at her and said after working all day and a three hour flight, with a long red eye to Brazil and an early meeting, I would need to freshen up somewhere. She smiled back and made the arrangements without comment.
I shouldered my carryon bag and headed for the cabstand area. The rest of my luggage was already checked through to Brazil. I didn't really need many clothes for the afternoon I had planned. The bag contained a change of underwear and a couple surprises for my friend Chris. Chris was the real reason for the long layover and hotel in Dallas. I had met Chris several months before in my favorite erotic chat room. We seemed to connect right away. There was clearly something more going on then just a long-distance jack-off buddy thing. I was very happy when he too was interested in more then just a one-night stand of pounding his cock with one hand while typing erotic thoughts with the other. Over the months that followed our initial meeting Chris and I had become good friends and long-distance lovers. We both acknowledged that our cocks began to grow as soon as we saw the other was in the chat room. Being bi-sexual and not having the opportunity to enjoy other males in the real world, we expressed our sexual needs for same sex play with each other. We seemed to be a great partnership and talked often of trying to find a way to get together.
When the South American trip came up and I discovered I would be stopping in his area of the country, I managed to finagle a longer then usual layover each way. I hoped the first meeting would be as we imagined and we would be getting together on the return trip. My return layover was even longer. We would have a whole night together. As the cab approached the hotel my heart was almost pounding. Even though I had spoken to Chris just three hours ago and he assured me he was still coming, I feared he might change his mind and stand me up. The cab pulled into the hotel portico and a handsomely dressed doorman greeted me. I tossed a twenty toward the cabbie for the fare and told him to keep it. I was too anxious to be bothered waiting for change. The doorman smiled and welcomed me. Though he seemed clearly disappointed there would be no luggage so he could earn a tip, he politely directed me to the front desk. As he held the door for me I pressed a ten into his palm. Hell I was feeling good and it was the company's money anyway.
I stepped into the ornate lobby and looked around. Chris had assured me he would be at the hotel waiting. He said that he wanted every minute he could have with me. When I didn't see him in the main lobby I headed toward the front desk to check in. The clerk handed me a key and I refused the offer of a bellman. I walked to elevator after taking another look around for Chris. I decided he was either stuck in traffic or not coming. Either way best place for me was my room. As I stood waiting for the elevator, I felt the presence of a person behind me. Whoever it was he was awfully close to my back. I didn't turn around, figuring there must be a crowd waiting and that is why the stranger was so close to me. To my surprise my elevator buddy seemed to move even closer. I could actually feel his breath on the back of my neck.
Just as I was about to move forward or turn around and confront the stranger, Chris discreetly pinched my ass and in a deep sexy voice said, "Hey buddy, what took you so long to get here?"
I whirled around and came face to face with my fantasy lover. We both smiled broadly. I ached to grab him and hold him, but managed to contain my lust the remaining few moments before the elevator doors opened. We stepped on together and happily we were the lone occupants of the elevator car. As soon as the doors shut, we fell into each other's arms. It was as if we had been sealed in our own private cocoon. Our first kiss was hungry and full of the passion that had built up over the months of our long-distance affair. As our tongues danced, greedily tasting one another, we pressed our desire filled bodies together. Our bulging pants rubbed together heightening our arousal. We arrived far too soon at the eleventh floor. We just managed to break our passionate embrace as the doors opened. I almost burst out laughing as the proper looking older couple waiting for the elevator smiled at us. I was sure we were somewhat disheveled and had they glanced down they would have clearly seen the tents our cocks were making in our pants. Chris and I smiled back and hurried down the long hotel hallway.
I couldn't get the door opened fast enough. As soon as the door shut behind us, I threw my bag on the huge bed that occupied most of the sleeping area of the suite and took Chris in my arms again. There was no less passion in our second kiss and this time no opening elevator would interrupt us. We kissed hard and deep, tongues moving in and out of each other's mouth for a long while. Our hands roamed exploring the other's body, touching in ways we had only described before. Finally the kiss broke. We were both panting and needing to catch our breath. My hands moved to Chris's belt and in a breathless near whisper I moaned that I could wait no longer to see his body. I undressed Chris down to his underwear. As I reached for the waistband of the sexy tight-fitting boxer-briefs he wore, Chris stopped me.
"Wait, my turn," he practically purred at me.
Though I was dying to see the cock I craved so and could see outlined in his shorts so enticingly, I relented and moved my hands away from his waist. Chris then slowly and sensually undressed me down to my underwear. I had to concentrate to keep from cumming in my shorts. I had never been that turned on before in my life. We stood facing each other in only our underwear. Unable to hold back, I stepped forward, bent and took his right nipple in my mouth. I licked and sucked and bit his tiny man tit as I slid my hand into his shorts. I sighed into his chest as I touched his warm hard cock for the first time. His hairless pubic region was softer and smoother then any I had ever touched. Chris moaned and his cock jumped in my hand. After a few minutes, Chris pulled me up gently and then repeated my actions. His hand was now in my shorts. His fingertips' tickling my cock and his mouth was now on my nipple. We simultaneously pulled down each other's shorts and soon were standing face to face with our hard throbbing cocks rubbing together as we once again shared a passionate kiss.
Chris kissed his way down my chest and abdomen as he gently fondled my cock and balls. As he soon as he dropped to his knees Chris pushed me back gently. My knees buckled and I stumbled and fell back onto the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed looking at Chris on his knees several feet across the room. My cock throbbed in anticipation as he crawled to me. I was surprised when he stopped and began to kiss my ankles and slowly worked his way up my legs. Chris kissed and licked both legs, moving slowly up to my knees. Then he raised my left leg, slid lower and teased the underside of my knee with his warm moist tongue. No one had ever paid such attention to this sensitive area before. I squirmed and moaned as he repeated the treatment on the other leg. He was driving me wild and I ached to have his lips on my stone, hard cock. But I would do nothing to stop Chris's amazing erotic tongue bath of my legs.
