Travel woes can make the best laid plans go awry; 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, I managed to get him a ticket up north to Fort Mac.
He had a couple hours, so what the heck, I pitched the dude.
A man of few words but many moans, it took this oil patch worker 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 incredulously "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.