Travel woes sure are a universal given these days; cancelled flights among them.
I observed this man, asleep, his head perched upon his backpack. He was stretched out on his back along a set of seats, which accentuated a big lump in his jeans. The setting being the baggage claim area of Calgary Airport.
I saw him again later, his munching on 7-Eleven junk food. I grabbed hot dog, sat down and struck up a conversation about our shared fate of being stuck in an airport.
His own tale of woe was in his trying to get a seat on a flight sooner than the seven hours of his cancelled flight. With the help of a friend (a frontline agent for a different airline there in the airport), I managed to get him a ticket up north to Fort Mac.
He had a couple hours, so what the heck, I pitched to dude.
A man of few words but many moans, it took this oil patch worker dude a few minutes to find his rhythm with a gay guy sucking his dick. When I poked my nose under his nuts, holy fuck, his musky scent was powerful; powerful enough that he asked "you *like* that smell??".
With that scent on my face, I laid him down on the bed (the dude has a spectacular body) and went to work on his dick.
Within a minute or so he got full wood and began to thrust rapidly. He clenched his hands over my head and unloaded, doing his business in my mouth.
I swallowed and then thanked him for letting me suck his dick.
Putting my big bushy musky penis inside my buds ripe sweaty manhole. We smell like piggy man sex. Come sniff my ripe unwashed penis after I fuck. It always smells so manly