Bear Daddy Teddy speaks on his appetite for cock
I was flying from Minneapolis to Charlotte, a four and a half hour trek to visit my daughter and her two sons for a week.
I couldn't explain the excitement I had in seeing them, as COVID at the time, and my work schedule made travel to see them nearly impossible, as it'd turn out to be three years. The 24 hours before flying, I couldn't sleep, and instead focused on packing luggage, and getting affairs in order at the house for when I'd be gone, just in case I decided to extend a few days.
"Dad, so when do you arrive? You hadn't sent me your itinerary," said Maria that morning.
I'd land at CLT at 7 p.m. local time, and advised Maria that I wanted she and the boys to point me in the direction of McKoy's, a barbecue joint in the area that was considered one of the best around.
"Dad, you can count on us," she said.
I ended up Ubering to the airport, as Minneapolis was a scorching 61 degrees in February. I checked in en route, then dropped my bag to be checked and immediately hit TSA, giving myself two hours before boarding. Where I sat, I caught a glimpse of a couple of guys in suits traveling together, one black, and one white, both neat, clean shaven and donning shades, looking as if they were important. The black one, who could've been 25 to 30 years old, six foot two, maybe 200 to 210 lbs. had a bulge he couldn't hide, as his legs were open as he tinkered with his phone. The white guy, same age, probably closer to my height at five foot eleven, 230 to 240 lbs., had his legs crossed, but I could tell was a little bearish under those threads as he had hairy hands.
I pretended as if I was reading my newspaper while glancing at these tender, young bucks, my mouth watering due to lack of cock within the last few months (got fucked by two guys almost a year prior, as I went down to Palm Springs for a wedding). I kept "reading," looking just above the sports page when I caught a glimpse of the white guy's crotch: he, too, was packing. He looked up and we made eye contact, and he smiled, crossing his legs again as I believed at the time he caught me. Subsequently, boarding began, and I, along with those two and a few others, were listed as Group 1 passengers and boarded first. I'd let them go so I could check them out from behind, and noticed their tight butts were equally appealing.
I, being the old, fat fart I am, got a kick out of big cocks and nice shaped asses, as I loved sucking, and rimming. The black guy clearly worked out, as I could see his apple was shaped perfect with its muscular definition. The white guy as I mentioned was closer to a bear, and I could see me stuffing my face in between his cheeks, going to town on that musky hole. We all boarded and I'd end up across from them as the black guy sat in front of the other, with me planted in the exit row. The flight was damn near empty, and when we took off, I caught myself looking back at the two of them. The white guy saw me again, his legs stretched out completely as he was laying across the entire row, since the seatbelt light was off due to smooth flight conditions. He winked at me and I smiled, before looking back at his counterpart, who seemed to be doing the same.
