Hello everyone! Sorry I haven't published in a little bit but life has been crazy as of late. This story was partially inspired by a horrible experience I had with a cancelled flight early this summer. I hope y'all enjoy it!
Laid-Over
"Flight 4262 with service from Dallas to Denver is now cancelled, we apologize for any inconvenience and we will work towards getting flights re-booked."
A frantic mass exodus followed as frustrated travelers started hustling from the gate to the customer service desk. Only one passenger remained. He was dressed comfortable for the flight in a pair of faded jeans and a button up blue and white flannel shirt. He looked every bit of the confident young man he hoped he was outwardly expressing. Jake was on his way home from a quick weekend trip to Nashville for his best friend's bachelor party. There was dancing, plenty of booze, and plenty of good times. Jake pulled his boarding pass out of his breast pocket, his striking blue eyes scanned over the piece of paper, maybe he was at the wrong gate, or they were talking about a different flight. Unfortunately, it was not his lucky night. He sighed heavily and slung his duffle bag over his shoulder. "Well, shit."
Jake accepted his fate knowing that the line was probably as long as the Nile River at this point. He confirmed his suspicions as it took him only four steps before he was at the back of the line that didn't seem to have a beginning. "Fuck this is going to be a long night," he thought to himself as the line trudged slowly forward, inch by inch, towards the help desk, and hopefully a flight back home to Denver.
His Bluetooth headphones played familiar songs to keep him company as the Dallas Airport death march entered its second hour. He was too hungover for this.
Jake was tall, probably around 6'2" with an athletic lanky build thanks in large part to his days playing basketball in college. Those long lanky arms helped him pick off lazy passes and he garnered a reputation of being a pest on the court. Unfortunately, a string of ankle injuries prevented him from solidifying himself as a true NBA prospect. That was fine with him, he thanked basketball for all that it provided him and moved onto the next chapter of his life.
He quickly found his next passion in woodworking and furniture making. He started working in lumbermills. He gained experience and skills as a craftsman and before his knew it he was working at a custom fabrication company in Denver. It was hard work but he loved building the things he built.
All that physical labor sculpted his frame and what used to be a tall lanky kid now stood a filled-out man. At 27 years old Jake knew his best years were ahead of him. His steely blue eyes and dirty blonde hair matched his youthful smirk which made him very attractive to both men and women, even if he wasn't necessarily award of that fact.
Jake pulled his phone out and checked the time. He had now been waiting in line for over two hours. He sighed and turned his head to the sky, hoping someone would hear his pleas and save him from this nightmare. It was only 7:30 so the night was still young and the airport bars were still open. He stood in front of a sports bar. The sounds of clinking glasses and sparks of light that caught the bottles lined up on the back bar were almost too hard to ignore, then Jake spotted an empty bar stool. He craned his neck to look over the line, he was still in no-mans land without a helpdesk in sight. In that moment Jake made the incredibly hard decision and made a bee-line for that empty barstool and some liquid refreshment. He collapsed onto his barstool and immediately got the bartenders attention. "Knob Creek on the rocks please," Jake said as he stashed his duffle bag underneath his seat.
"Your flight get cancelled?" A deep masculine voice asked to his left. His voice sent shivers up and down the young man's spine.
"Unfortunately! I got tied of waiting, so I decided it was a good time for a drink considering I'm not going anywhere any time soon." The bartender returned with Jake's whiskey.
"Well, here's to great minds thinking alike" The older man said with a smile and raised his own whisky glass to meet Jake's.
"Cheers." Jake said fighting back a blush as they clinked glasses. Jake was a bit flustered and a little confused by his body's reaction to the attention he was getting from this attractive older man on the barstool next to him. Sure, he had the occasional guy flirt with him and he always found it flattering but there was something in this man's deep brown eyes that shook Jake to his core. He realized he had been staring and tried to turn his attention back to his drink.
Brett couldn't believe his luck. Brett thought he could blow off some steam with a cold drink after his flight got cancelled but now opportunity has fallen into his lap, or more aptly into the bar stool next to him. His financial company sent him to a conference in Dallas to glad-hand with the corporate big-wigs and make sure they know that they should have all the confidence in the world that Brett's company was making good on their investments. It was his least favorite part of the job but his bosses knew he was the best one for this assignment because of his natural charm and he always knew what to say to diffuse any situation. Brett had actually landed a couple hours ago but he decided to stop for a couple drinks before heading to his hotel across the street from the convention center. He was enjoying the people watching and the occasional small talk with the bartender but now a new development has occurred and judging by the blush that was creeping across his new friends face and the way he was subtly trying to adjust the front of his pants Brett was starting to think something more than a little harmless flirting could be on the horizon. This could turn into a very interesting night.
"So does a handsome guy like you have a name?" Brett asked with a cocked eyebrow and an award-winning smile.
"Umm Jake" the younger man said with a grin and extended his hand to Brett
"Brett." The older man responded as the two shook hands.
Brett took the chance to look Jake over, his eyes scanning his prey like an apex predator. Jake felt his heart beat a little faster as he felt Brett's eyes run over every inch of his body. He felt exposed and vulnerable but he was loving every second of this new sensation. Brett's grip was strong and Jake noticed how powerful he looked. Brett's dress shirt and slacks fit him like a glove and Jake could see his muscles ripple, coiled ready to jump into action at the drop of a hat. Brett's face had the perfect amount of five o'clock shadow. He looked like a cowboy playing dress up as a financial advisor. Jake was confused by these new feelings. His body felt warm and his head felt light. Jake was no stranger to gay porn, he was a curious guy, especially when it came to sex, and he had watched it from time to time. He was mostly drawn to daddies and twinks and Brett was like every fantasy he ever had while watching a powerful, handsome, older guy bounce a slim sexy boy off his lap. The twink's face twisted in unbelievable pleasure. Now Jake was fighting with the images of being Brett's cowboy and riding his lap..."I wonder what his dick looks like" Jake thought as he subconsciously took a quick glance at Brett's bulge...fuck he looked big.
"See something you like boy?" Brett asked with a chuckle and wink. The younger man quickly dropped Brett's hand and returned to his whisky the blush he had been fighting all night was now plastered on his face like marquee sign over a movie theatre. "Jackpot!" Brett thought to himself as he formulated a plan for the rest of their evening. Brett was busy imagining what Jake's blue eyes would look like staring up at him as he fed him his cock when the soon to be cock slut spoke up.
