A gay story: The Traveler on Grindr This is a completely fictional story.
The Traveler on Grindr Ch 1: Arrive Two Hours Early
If you name you child Flower, you can’t really have high hopes you are setting her up for great achievements. You’re basically telling her from day one to float about and see what the universe provides, smoke herbs and look for auras. I think that is what she was doing that afternoon when I was furiously texting her to get her ass to the airport, where I had already been waiting at the check-in area for an hour.
“Leaving the house soon, just saying goodbye to all my plants and looking for my passport!” she texts.
Right. This is my best friend. Flower Dubois. I’ve met her parents, sweet people, I would accuse them of treacherous parenting though. Two hours before take-off and she is still in Cincinnati, not even Cincinnati, she is in Mt. Carmel a full 35 minutes away from the airport in Kentucky. If she misses this flight I will absolutely come right back and — no — I am not a violent man. I’ve made it 38 years on this earth promoting loving and kindness, not Flower’s dopy kindness, my kindness, like, watching documentaries about important stuff, I don’t like to brag.
I finally gave up because I was not going to stress myself into an early grave over this woman’s reckless travel habits. This trip was two years in the making, I have been saving and scrimping like a crazy person, turning down nights out and dinners just so I could stay on budget, travel like a king, sleep like a royal and hopefully, if the stars align, meet Mr. Chile and have him plow me a new one. Yessss! I was going to CHILE, BTICHES! Wine, wide vistas, that super dry desert that I was not going to, great food, this was going to be awesome!
I texted her back, “You are a menace! Get the fuck here. Can’t wait anymore, will shit my pants. Checking in, meet you at the lounge.”
I checked in and sailed through security because I was prepared. Flip flops for shoes (I had actual shoes in my carry-on, I am not an animal), a plastic belt, no coat, no underwear in case I had to do the thing where you raise your hands and those perverts at TSA can see your junk like they were spying on you at the old-timey adult video arcades, and a clear plastic bag with emergency toiletries. Boom! That is expert traveling.
At the lounge I saw I still had 110 minutes until the flight would take off, maybe 80 minutes before it would board. Like any self-respecting man in 2023, I ordered an Aperol Spritz, walked over to a less busy part of the business class lounge and opened up Grindr. I mean, what is not to love about an app whose chief purpose is to get you laid? Yes, everyone is headless, yes, tons of catfishing, but I think of it as a game. Hide and seek, find the fraud, if you fall in love with the profile, you’re fucked. They will own you in ten minutes and before you know it, you thought Ryan Reynolds had finally come to the light side but instead, your ass is being plowed by an obese married accountant from Toledo in the back of his sub-compact rental. Or worse, true story, your cock is balls deep inside your old high school American Civics teacher and he does not care for douching, which he tells you during the deed.
Take your time, Grindr is just as good and just as bad as the gay men and closeted men and bicurious men and demisexual men and transexual men make it, on its own it is just a big giant darkened room. In my view, Grindr delivers if you put in the work, that’s my philosophy.
So, I opened Grindr and saw a new grid of men pop in, there had to be at least twenty at or very near the airport. Three were within fifty feet of me. Now, you may think I am a tight-laced control freak because I arrived three hours early and am a little judgy about Flower’s parents, but I do have my freaky side and it loves public restrooms. I tried to have talks with that freaky side, explain why prison is bad, but he made some really compelling points and we’ve come to an understanding — we will fuck in bathrooms every chance we get.
As I was perusing the menu, I got my first message. SUKKYSUKKY_NOW wrote me, “Up for some NSA oral? You will never forget my work.”
That sounded oddly ominous but I really was in the mood to get fucked. Out of curiosity I opened the profile, the main picture was of a person on a kayak like three thousand feet away. Can’t fuck rivers, buddy, thanks for the pic. Inside, the profile included a few shirtless pics and some underwear photos too. He was definitely older, mid to late sixties, but all the age was on his face. His body looked terrific, especially the giant salami he was pretending was his dick. If it was real, it was worth exploring but he wanted oral. I was proud of myself for not being ageist, that was very decent of me, I think. But I was definitely roleist, and that day I wanted to travel loaded and dilated.
“Looking for a top today, sorry.”
“Ok, have fun. Good luck!”
Ooooh, how sweet! See, not everyone on Grindr is repulsive. Normal, nice people there too. Speaking of which, my next message was from HUNGHUNKATL. That was promising.
He wrote, “Hey there RESTROOMDILF, how are you today?”
“I’m great, just checked in, waiting now. Where are you?”
He writes back, “In the Delta lounge, same as you.”
“You can see me? Show me you, Hung Hunk.”
“Sit in front of me, I got your live feed ready.”
I looked around, one young man was staring right at me, then he winked. I think the gays should claim the wink as a symbol of our culture. It would be global and universal for ‘Let’s fuck now.’ Imagine how much sex this could generate!
In this case, it could actually mean that so I grabbed my drink and walked my bag over to the wall directly in front of HUNGHUNKATL and I sat down, maybe ten feet from him.
“What’s your name?” I texted.
“Liam,” he wrote. “What’s yours?”
“Pedro. So what where you going to show me?”
“Look up.”
I did look up. In a sneaky move that no one around noticed, cause why would they, he pulled the inseam of his expensive looking, white adidas training shorts away from his leg. This gave me a straight shot view of his cock and balls, they were fucking huge. I couldn’t possibly measure from that angle but some cocks, even flaccid, just tell you that they know how to get the job done. His cockhead alone, which was most of what I could see, looked as big as a walnut only half covered by his foreskin, and it was not yet pumped full of blood and adrenaline. He was a tall, athletic man. If he told me he played tennis or swam, I would think that made perfect sense. His leg and arm hairs were sun bleached and his calves were thick and plump with muscle. His complexion was fair, hair was a light brown, he wore a St. Paul Saints hat that covered most of his head so it was hard to tell if he wore it long, it would suit him if he did. His eyes were playful, hazel, they made him look youthful, happy. He wore a wedding ring which I could see as he held his phone in front of his chest to talk to me on the application.
I sent him my R rated photo album. It features me in the typical poses, sitting on a giant lounge chair, soft cock leisurely laying on my thigh, heavy balls on the upholstered cushion between my legs, holding a glass of whiskey. Then there is the shower photo which I made Flower take, hard, impressive at 8 inches, but a little fogged over for mystery. And of course, I had the facedown fuck me pose where I just happen to be nude, laying on my belly, my ass slightly raised, my ankles crossed behind me, my barely furry cheeks begging to be opened, tongued and deep dicked. Standard Grindr.
He sent back his album. It was the X rated photo album. He had one shot of him soft, sitting on the ground outside somewhere, his head and body both leaning back to capture the late morning sun, it was actually kind of cool, made you want to have a picnic with him. Then there was the mirror selfie of him, standing in a locker room, hard as nails, a cock bigger and fatter than mine extended straight out in front of him. Slut, I thought. In a public locker room? At least I have the decency to go into the bathroom stall, usually. The final two pictures were of him fucking a black man and a white man. He was white or Latino, it was hard to tell, but his cock contrasted really well with both asses and while the black guy was on all fours and all you saw was cock entering a hole, the white guy was on his back, his legs in the air, only the tip of HUNGHUNGATL was inside his hole and Liam was using the guy’s cock as a joystick. I love tops that grab your cock when they’re fucking you, it’s there for a reason, hold on to it.
“Fuck, those are some picks! In a gym locker room? Hard? You are a brazen,” I wrote.
“Nah, my buddy owns the gym, asked me to do it and post it on Twitter. You can see the name of the gym if you look at something other than my dick, up above.”
“So you are a paid whore?”
“Today, I am giving out free samples.”
I was hooked and I knew he was not catfishing me because I could see him and his cock. He was stunning. A great looking, tanned, 6’2″ by my estimation, athletic, fit young man and I do not pass up these opportunities.
“Meet me in the family restroom in three minutes. I will unlock the door when you tell me you are standing up to go inside.”
“Deal. Looking forward to wrecking that hole.”
See? Grindr can help you find meaningful relationships.
I walked over to the large family restroom and was relieved it was open. I entered, locked the door and stripped naked. I was still very happy with what I saw in the mirror. I was no Hugh Jackman, but I was fit, toned, a semblance of a six pack was still there. I had a dusting of hair in the places I liked, like my pubes, my pits, a little on my chest, the manly places. I had most of my hair and it framed my face well, I didn’t like the idea of covering up the few greys I was getting around my temples, I thought they made me look dignified — sorry, not sorry, ladies — and I had always liked the round shape of my eyes, a little deep set, a dark green, bordering on hazel. My family was from Spain and my skin was never completely pale, all in all, I thought I offered some good shit.
A message notification pulled me out of my love affair with the mirror, it was Liam. “OMW!”
Yay! I stood up, unlocked the door and decided to be sexy. How awesome would it be to walk into a public restroom, and you find this gorgeous peach all opened up and compliant and begging for your fat pud to wreck it into oblivion? Very awesome! So, I put down the toilet seat cover and managed to crawl on top, kneeling in a doggy position, my ass pointed straight at the door. I heard it open and heard the door lock. A message pinged my phone but I was having none of it now, I was about to get railed.
“That’s a nice ass, son,” the voice behind me spoke in a tone and with so much gravel it could not possibly have been 20-something Liam. I turned my head to find a much older man, in his late sixties, pulling down his pants. I shrieked, loudly.
The old man said, “Shut the fuck up, people will hear.”
“Who the fuck — SUKKYSUKKY — you snuck in here, fucker. Get out! This is not happening. I’m sorry, I am sure you are nice, and I am sure you are sweet, but there is no fucking –” I whisper yelled and then had my words cut mid thought.
As I had been speaking, he had dropped his pants to the floor and out plopped a mammoth cock, easily my full length and far more than my girth, but soft! He raised one hand and said, “Hold on, why don’t you take a look at this, let’s get it going and if you want me to leave, once you’ve seen it, I will leave.”
“Fuck!” I whispered.
Just then, I heard a knock at the door. I thought it might be Liam but a woman’s voice called out, “Are you ok, ma’am? Do you need assistance?”
Ma’am? My manly cry for help was clearly filtered by the door so that only the higher pitch frequencies made it through. “No, I just thought I saw something move, it was just a piece of paper. Sorry!” I said, in a slightly high-pitched voice.
“I’m Harold,” he whispered, grabbing his cock and slapping it against both hips. It looked like a baby elephant trunk. I had never seen a thing this large and stayed there, open mouthed, drawn into its gravitational pull.
“Pedro, nice to — how big does it get?”
“You won’t be able to take it all. It’s 13 inches long and 9 inches round when hard,” he replied. Challenge accepted was all I could think, but I wanted to see it hard.
“Let me see,” I dared him.
“Sure, that’s the deal. If you don’t like what you see you can call twig and berries out there,” he replied, slowly stroking his well-fed python. “Turn around and show me that hole, that will help.”
Obediently, one obeys a fat dick and one respects one’s elders, here we had two good deeds all in one, I leaned over the toilet again, this time staying on my feet, spread my legs wide and pulled my ass apart with both hands.
“That’s pretty, Pedro. Very pretty, you mind if I eat your ass?”
Do you mind if I give you a thousand dollars? There are stupid questions.
“Go ahead, if you’re going to fuck me, it will help.”
Harold quickly moved behind me, he had yet to take his pants off so it was more of a waddle. He dropped his cock to the sound of kerplop and used his own hands to spread me open. I was able to put my head on top of the toilet seat and steady myself with my arms.
What followed was a masterclass in ass rimming. I cannot stress this enough, as I remember it my ass wants to play detective and go find this man. This was not someone who was wondering if it might feel good, worried if it might taste weird, concerned about hygiene or in any other way constrained. This was a man who loved assholes and wanted only to make love to the one in front of him.
He began by lavishing long strokes of his tongue from my taint upwards, like a cow savoring a salt lick. Each stroke had a tiny pause, an almost imperceptible quick thrust of pressure right over my tiny pucker. I started to moan, it felt so fucking perfect.
“You like that you little whore? You can’t wait for my cock to punch your fucking guts from the inside?” he asked.
All I could answer was, “Hmmmmm, fuck that’s good.”
After sumptuously licking my entire trench up and down, Harold began to twirl his tongue in small circles around my tight pink hole. His tongue switched speeds, twirled, dove and was driving me fucking insane!
“Shit, Harold, you are a fucking master ass sucker!” I cried, trying to control my volume so I would not be heard or found out.
“Do you think twigs and berries would know how to eat your ass like this? Do you think he knows what kind of a bottom slut you are?” Harold asked me. While he spoke, he was pushing around my hole with this thumb so it would never feel abandoned. As soon as he stopped talking he went back to tonguing me like the lead singer from that band with the huge tongue. From time to time, he would switch up again and do a full sweep, flogging my hole with the full weight and thickness of his extraordinarily long and strong flapper. He would quickly switch back to softening and dilating my ring by applying pressure, at times with his finger, at times with his tongue.
“So fucking good, you got me leaking,” I whimpered.
Harold then grabbed a hold of my cock between my legs and pulled it up towards him as far as it would go. I could feel him stretching out his tongue and licking the slit, the head, sucking on the cock smile so he could pull and lap up every drop of precum I was making. He was aggressive, hungry.
“You taste like oranges,” he said, kissing my cock, returning it to where he found it and refocusing his attention on my needy hole. That was perceptive, I had had a glass of freshly squeezed juice that morning before heading out to the airport. Harlod might have been the world’s first Semen Sommelier!
“Fuck, that is some amazing oral, Harold, you should fucking advertise,” I groaned. I was in absolute bliss.
“Young kids always want younger, do you think a twenty year old knows how to do this?” again, as he was speaking, his wet thumb continued to push gently into my cunt. By then, I was ready and it could have gone in easily but it was almost as Harold wanted to edge my hole, taking his time working into it. So far, it had been a phenomenal rim job, but the next bit is what made it legendary. As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed his tongue, aimed it directly at my little tiny pussy and he pushed hard, as if he was trying to break into my guts. On the third attempt, he pushed harder than before, stiffened his tongue and successfully pushed through the ring! I had at least two, maybe three inches of fat, slithering tongue inside my asshole!
I was not completely in control at that point, the sensory overload was extreme and I let out what can probably best be described as a neigh, neither whimper nor groan, just shock and pleasure. As I felt him exploring the inside of my rectum I practically screamed from the pleasure, “Fucking hell! Aaah — ahh — shit — you’re fucking inside — fucking — what the fuck!” I can’t really vouch for my volume at the time, but I promise I was trying to be discrete while some guy was licking my insides and fucking me with a cow tongue.
Harlod pulled out, “Feel good, Jr? Still want to call in Justin Timberlake out there?”
Even in my rhapsodic state, I could not let that stand, “Hmmmm — different generation — fuck — maybe more Shawn Mendes — shit no, no, I want you to fuck me again like that!”
Harlod went back down to the tip of my dick, he kissed it lovingly and again milked out all the pre-spunk he could gather. Then he took his tongue and licked from the frenulum, up to my testicles which he wrestled with his tongue, drawing moans and squeals from someone who looked like me but apparently squeals like a girl. I honestly did not think, at my age, I could still be so thoroughly surprised in sex. Harold continued up the taint, nibbling at times on the sensitive line and skin between my scrotum and anus, and finally made his way back to my waiting hole.
A this point, I was practically delirious. Harold grabbed both of my hips and pulled me hard towards his face, at the same time, pushing forcefully with his neck and stiffening his tongue as much as he could. He punched through my sphincter again and was in several inches. All I can remember was cursing and moaning and trying to grind my entire ass into the old man’s face.
“Holy shit! Harold! Fucking holy shit! That is amazing! Never in my life!” I babbled.
This only encouraged Harold who gripped and clawed my hips tighter and drove himself in further, twirling and twisting his tongue deep inside my meat tunnel.
I desperately wanted to cum and moved my hand to my cock. Harold slapped it away and grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking my head back as if applying discipline.
“I need to cum, Harold, I am about to blow my fucking load!”
Harold slapped my face, hard. If he had said, “Down, bitch,” it would have had the same effect. He continued to twist and dig deep into me, his hand moving back to my balls and cock, jerking me slowly until I think he too felt the point of no return. I could certainly feel my balls tightening and my breathing become shallow.
In one quick move, Harold pulled away from me, turned me around like a rag doll, so that I was sitting on the toilet, and plunged my eight inches deep into his own throat. It felt fucking awesome and I was about to howl when I felt the old man’s hand covering my mouth and I tried to remember where I was. I tried to demonstrate restraint but I knew this would be a colossal load. Harold shoved two fat fingers into my loosened hole and tapped directly into my prostate. I was shivering and trembling, trying to stand but I couldn’t with Harold on my cock. I had minimal stability in my legs at that moment and the old fucker wouldn’t budge. I was trapped, feeling waves of stimulation from the tip of my dick, to the depths of my rectum, to my stretched out fucking pucker, to the intense, delirious pressure on my joy button. It all built as I again attempted to scream, silenced only by my own underwear being shoved deep into my craw and a muscular, heavy hand covering over that. I felt myself finally releasing, a seemingly endless orgasm that was going into Harold’s throat, then his mouth as the old man pulled out slightly so he could take some of the ejaculate over his taste buds and savor it. He was pulling the semen in his mouth with my cock still inside, swishing it and moving it about like one might a fine wine. Except Harold did not spit it out. He nursed and suckled on my cock until there was nothing left to lick, suck out or savor.
I was spent. Harold stood and winked at me. He pulled up his pants which he had never taken off, washed his hands and was out the door, peeking back only to say, “Be sure to lock this.”
I mustered the strength to get up and lock the door. I cleaned up, wiped up the wet bits and glanced at my phone. There were a bevy of messages and notifications from Grindr. I figured I would read them later.
I checked one last time in the mirror and, with only ten minutes before boarding, headed back out to the lounge.
Once I rejoined my luggage and Aperol Spritz, the ice having melted into the drink rendering it not at all Spritzy, I reopened Grindr. Liam, aka HUNGHUNKATL, had messaged me a bunch of times:
“Are we doing this, man?”
“What happened in there?”
“Are you ok? Am I hearing you guys fuck in there?”
“Holy shit, keep it the fuck down!”
“Headed to the gate, sounds like you’ll have a story to tell.”
I started to turn beet red. I looked around and I think people were staring, maybe snickering. I opened up my messages app and had a slate of them from Flower:
“Ok, at the airport, where r u?”
“Headed to the lounge.”
“Not here? I thought it was mandatory.”
“Saw your Aperol Spritz and your bag, where the fuck are you?”
“Is that you in the bathroom making that racket?
“Why did I just see a gramps walking out of the bathroom? What the fuck are you into?
“See you on the plane, I do not want to be associated with that whole mess.”
FUCK! Were people pointing? I had never been so out of fucking control in a hookup. I opened up Grindr again and hit favorite on SUKKYSUKKY_NOW’s profile. As discreetly as I could, thought I think that ship may have sailed when Harold tongue fucked me deeper than some cocks I have known, I slinked out of the lounge on my way to the gate.
The Traveler on Grindr Ch 2: Crew are Here for Your Safety
I headed to the gate and was surprised to see Flower and Liam sitting just five seats apart. They were not talking to one another so it was probably just a coincidence. As I approached, they both looked up and spoke in unison, “What happened to you?”
They looked at each other and laughed. Very funny, yes. I just put on a show at the Delta lounge, and it was all Liam’s fault, and he is giggling with never early and never on time Flower Dubois.
“Did you two meet already?” I asked.
“No, hi, I’m Flower, his bestie,” Flower smiled and held out her hand.
“I’m Liam, his — almost hookup — I guess.”
“Come with me,” I said, nodding in the direction of a much less crowded part of the gate.
I told them the story, leaving out some details because, for all her hippie sensibilities, Flower will gag and retch at the mention of anything anal. I have to use terms like ‘blossom,’ or ‘back spot,’ if I am going to share anything with her. Liam found this amusing but he held on for the story.
“So he never actually fucked you?” Liam asked.
I shook my head. Just as I did, a message popped in from Grindr. I opened the app and shared the text with my companions, “Sorry about the trickery, I am 13 inches, here is a picture, but I have ED and my meds are in my checked bag. Have fun!”
The picture was spectacular. Liam and Flower both gasped. It was Harold, standing behind a handsome young man seated on the floor, his cock and balls slung over the man’s shoulders. The young man was holding the cock with both hands like a baseball bat, and he wasn’t even covering half the cock! The pic, and being close to Liam, got me a little horny again and I had an idea.
“Hey Flower, would you mind trading seats with Liam? Where are you sitting Liam?” I asked.
He smiled, “Exit row, window, lots of leg room.”
“That is the first person to get sucked out of the plane!” Flower protested.
“Yes, but if you do it, I might get sucked on the plane,” I begged.
She growled and made an unpleasant scrunch face but said, “Fine.”
“You’re the best,” I said and kissed her.
We talked about nonsense until boarding finally began, about ten minutes late. Go Delta!
When we were aboard, I was pleasantly surprised by our flight attendant assigned to First Class. He was a stunningly handsome man, brown hair, brown eyes, 6’1″, a charming smile with large dimples, and a masculine, freshly shaved face. “Hi, Mr. Torres and Ms. Dubois, is that how you identify? Is there something else I should call you? Please let me know. My name is Alex and I will be taking care of you today, can I offer you something to drink?”
I laughed. Ms. Dubois. Liam was about to say something when I signaled with my hand for Alex to come close, “He’s actually a buddy of mine, my friend agreed to trade places with him so we could talk, she’s back in 15A. I hope that’s ok.”
Alex stayed close and whispered back, “We should not allow it, but given how empty we are in First, I will just keep calling the young man Ms. Dubois and we’ll leave it at that.”
Liam heard the whole thing and smiled, giving my thigh a long squeeze. Boarding had ended and the pilot announced some issue with luggage and another ten minute delay. Alex came by again, smiled again, he was fucking studly! He offered us drinks and warm nuts, we both accepted. I asked for a manly Aperol Spritz while Liam ordered a Cuba Libre. We’re so butch!
Then something weird happened. Alex came back with the drinks and put Liam’s down in the tiny little pad at the font edge of the arm rest. He then said, “Here Mr. Torres, let me get your meal tray, I will set your drink on that so you’re not crowded or bump drinks.” He pulled the tray out from the arm rest and with his left hand gripping the plastic table, his thumb on top and his four fingers below, he positioned the tray horizontal and slid it back so it was almost against my torso. As he did this, I felt four fingers sliding against my bulge.
It was deeply unprofessional, and I was turned on as fuck. Was it real though? Maybe an accident? My bulge is large, maybe just happenstance. “Oh, that is too close, I am sorry, Mr. Torres,” he said as he put his hand back in the same position and slid the tray back and forth three or four times. Three or four times. I could feel his knuckles massaging the top of my dick, it was wonderful.
I pursed my lips a little and looked right at the deviant flight attendant. He smiled, this time actually groping my entire bulge — well, not the entire thing, it is mammoth and way more than a single handful, but he got the gist — and he looks at me like a baby looks at a mama’s giant nipple. He leaned in and whispers, “Super happy to welcome you onboard RESTROOMDILF. Check your messages.”
I pulled out my phone and opened up Grindr. Sure enough, a message from FRNDLYSKYSTUD. I leaned over to Liam and opened the profile. It was all definitely Alex, headless in the main Grindr picture, but definitely him. He was quite hairy, though the hair was trimmed throughout. His chest was well developed, athletic, a swimmer perhaps. He had sent three pictures. I opened the first, it was of himself, in a small European style bathing suit, his tanned skin glowing in the late afternoon sun somewhere in Greece, a phenomenal bulge protruding from his crotch, the long line of a flaccid dick and the two outlines of large, egg-sized testicles visible and tantalizing just under the fabric.
The second image was of him naked, his legs crossed in a meditation-style pose, his hands behind his back, his body loose, his gorgeous abs visible on the outer edges of the muscle bands. Along the center of his torso, he was nearly all covered in body hair. His cock and balls hung loosely in front of him, hanging down to the floor. The final image was in the same location. His body position was similar, head tilted back, arms behind him, but this time he was sitting with his legs straight out in front of him, his legs crossed at the ankles. In this one, his cock was fully erect, springing from a thick, wooly carpet of pubic hair, reaching at least eight inches, probably more, and thick enough that my ass began to twitch.
I looked at Liam — he knew how rare of a unicorn this was — a gay flight attendant! Ok, that was not the unicorn part, the rare opportunity to have an entire part of the plane to yourself, including the First Class Laboratory, with a horned up flight attendant who knows you want to fuck?! Liam and I both immediately shared our albums with him and started to run our fingers through the warm nuts Alex had just delivered.
Alex came back to take our glasses and empty nut bowls away, he was flagging a massive erection in his tight little stewardess pants. I groped him a bit when he reached over me to get Liam’s glass and he returned the favor, for both of us, when he put away our tray tables. We are just such stupid travelers, can’t even figure out the meal trays! Us dumb hicks! Alex felt great, even through his pants. His cock hung low and ran down his left leg and beckoned for freedom.
He did the whole safety presentation sporting wood, I could not tell if anyone saw it, certainly Liam and I saw it, he was two feet from us. As the flight was taxiing, more than once he ducked into our space, pretending to search for something in our magazine tray, or putting away the emergency instructions card. His ass was perfection and both Liam and I got a chance to feel him up. I owed it to Grindr to make this work somehow.
As soon as the flight started taking off, Liam and I were groping one another. I even pulled out Liam’s giant cock, getting my first look and touch of HUNGHUNKATL’s heavy duty equipment. It was the kind of cock you would buy if you had all the money in the world. Uncut, gorgeous veining up the shaft, a beautiful tan color, it smelled of man and all you wanted was to put it inside of you somewhere. We could not quite go at it yet, the curtain between First and Economy was still open during takeoff, but we could certainly flash Alex who was sitting in the jump seat and could watch everything we were doing. I was concerned that I could be seen, sitting in the aisle, but Liam was well out of sight; so was Alex.
He responded to Liam’s cock provocation with a flash of his own. He spread his legs, unzipped his pants while sitting, and pulled out his dark one-eyed monster. Liam and I could hardly believe our good fortune. A three-way Grindr date at 30 thousand feet. I was playing lookout a bit and noticed a flight attendant walking away. I tapped Liam’s cock with the back of my hand and shot Alex a panicked look. Liam covered up with his t-shirt and Alex expertly tucked inside his pants in just a couple of seconds so that nothing at all was wrong when his colleague popped over to grab some more snacks, they were low in the back galley.
We played it cool through drinks service, flight attendants were constantly coming and going. But once all of that settled, about 20 minutes into the flight, the cabin was a little darker and people stopped moving about. Alex stood and closed the curtain behind First Class and turned around, unzipping his fly as he did. He walked by us, slowly jerking his cock, and ducked into the galley. Alex made some hand signals, holding up one finger, then doing the ‘I’m looking at you signal,’ then pointing towards the back of the plane. Then he held up two fingers and pointed towards his cock. He slipped down his pants stroking his dick to show us all his gorgeous 8 inches, also uncut, the foreskin peeling back and inviting a tongue wash. Finally, he turned and bent forward, spreading his hole completely open. He was a hairy fuck, but man, was he gorgeous.
Liam leaned over to me, “Ok, so one watches while the other fucks. Let me go first, buddy, I have this thing with my wife. I can fuck around, but not in Georgia.”
“What? How is it ok outside of Georgia? And we are going to be in Georgia for another hour,” I complained.
“She says airspace over Georgia counts, one of my fuck buddies was a pilot. Besides, you already got sucked today, let me have this. C’mon, please.” He whined while Alex gave us a ‘what are you princesses waiting for’ look. I nodded and he practically leapt out of his seat and was making out with Alex in less than a second. It was exhausting being the lookout. I found the best position from which I could see if there was any movement coming up the aisle, while still being able to see what was happening with Liam and Alex. I could not stare at them too long and risk missing another flight attendant coming to get us all banned from air travel forever. So, I did what I hoped Liam would do, and stared mostly at the aisle behind us. The two men went from kissing and groping without fully undressing, just in case, to Liam sucking Alex while he sat on the jump seat. Liam was bobbing his head up and down like he was going to earn SkyMiles for the effort.
Suddenly they were interrupted by a call from the cockpit. Alex grabbed the phone while Liam was stuck to his balls, pulling on the orbs which he had lodged in his mouth. He briefly went down on Alex’s full length, but when Alex hung up the phone, he tapped him on the shoulder and in less than five seconds, he was back and put together like he’d just left his apartment. Liam, on the other hand, looked like he had just been through a mosh pit.
He sat down next to me and he kissed me, I could taste Liam and I could definitely taste Alex’s cock, “Fuck, that is hot, I can actually taste his dick in your mouth,” I said.
“I have mints, my wife makes me have mints, always, but wait till you taste him, he is divine. Fucking heavenly. He kisses like he wants to suck the tongue out of your mouth, this guy is special.” He said, panting and out of breath.
We waited patiently while the pilot that called Alex came out of the cockpit, Alex had to arrange a cart so as to block anyone from rushing the pilots or try to take over the plane. As he entered the bathroom, we distinctly saw the older pilot tap Alex in the cheek and then on his ass. Our eyes went wide, Alex merely winked at us. Grindr has all the best people!
The pilot finally went back into his little hole to do whatever important things he has to do to make half a million dollars a year. As soon as Alex signaled, he and Liam were back at it. They fucked fast and hard, the way you should on an airplane. This is no place for luxurious romance. But much to my chagrin, these two fuckers decided to flip-flop. Alex went first, pummeling into Liam like a madman. But even at full of ferocity, and orchestrating muscular hip thrusts, he looked classy and masculine and exactly what the poster should look like when Delta hopes to recruit new team members. When Alex let out an audible whimper, at least audible to me, and rammed his cock deep into Liam, I prepared for it to be my turn. I was hard as granite and leaking a lot.
But no, Liam then bent Alex over, positioning him so Alex’s face was closest to me and I could see all the agony and joy Liam’s massive bone was creating for him. At one point I thought I might have to call it, a flight attendant was on her way towards the front, but it turned out to be a call mid-cabin and she was able to handle it and return to her station in the rear of the plane. Liam took longer than Alex to nut, but finally, with an audible, “Fucking hell, that was good!,” he dropped on top of Alex for a few seconds to regain his breath and then quickly zipped up his shorts and ducked into the bathroom. I was furious.
“Dude, you are cutting into my fuck time with your bathroom stop,” I protested, five minutes later. Five minutes during which Alex got redressed, walked to the back of the plane and I was not sure he would be coming back. He returned with another flight attendant, they talked about stupid shit like passenger manifests and missing passengers, I don’t know, they jabbered. Only about ten seconds before Liam finally stepped out of the bathroom did Alex begin to flaunt his ass to me, pulling his pants down, licking his lips like a high priced whore.
“Sorry, I had to straighten up, I had cum leaking out of my ass!” he retorted, annoyed at me. Annoyed at me! How much cockblocking did there need to be today?
“Sit there and stare down the aisle, not at us. If you get sucked into the action you will miss someone coming,” I chided.
“Dude, don’t kill my buzz,” Liam protested.
I looked at him like the asshole that he was at that moment and went to find my cockslut flight attendant. We were at each other like animals as soon as we were within reach. He shoved his hands into my pants, massaging my stiff cock, “Fuck, it’s big, are all the boys on this flight hung?”
“This one is and he’s dying to fuck your tawdry little hole,” I answered back between mad tongue lunges into his face hole.
“My hole is a little wet and loose, is that ok?” he said in a slutty voice.
“It’s going to be looser and dripping on the floor by the time I’m finished,” I replied.
We kissed for only a few minutes, until I pushed Alex down to his knees and let him choke on my cock. He was a great cock sucker, it was as if he were boneless and had no structure to his throat, just a hot, fleshy tunnel for my cock to fuck hard and repeatedly. I glanced up at Liam and he was staring intently at us, rubbing his crotch. I reminded him to look down the aisle, he nodded and glanced backwards. Alex had not pulled out his cock, having just dropped his load in Liam, I imagine he was not ready for another go, I was ok with that. This boy brought out the DILF top in me. I pulled him off my cock and pushed his head into the jump seat. I pulled his pants down further and shoved three fingers into his hole.
“Fuck! Liam fucked you up!” I said, feeling Liam’s load still wet and sticky inside Alex’s wasted hole. Keeping all three fingers still inside him, I skewered his ass mercilessly. I figured all lubed up with another load and gaped as he was, he could take it. He whimpered and his knees buckled.
“Shit, that was good, do it again,” he said through short breaths.
“Yes sir, as you wish,” another deep plunge into his guts.
“Aaargggh! Fuck! Give me your load, we have to hurry,” he pleaded.
I pumped hard and fast and within just a few minutes I was spraying his rectum with my second load of the day. I spanked his ass, bent down to take a huge bite of one cheek, winked and grabbed some napkins to wipe my cock. I took the napkins and shoved them into his hole.
“There’s a tampon for you, you fucking stud. Next time I want that hairy cock deep in my ass, you owe me a load,” I said, as I zipped my pants.
I quickly ducked into the bathroom, briefly glanced in the mirror and washed my hands. Satisfied I looked normal, I went back to my seat, all my anger at Liam washed away with my nut.
We high fived as I sat down, “Shit, that was amazing! Never in a million years would I have thought this could happen,” I said, letting out a long slow breath.
“Fucking awesome right?” Liam smiled. I could see why he got hooked and took so long with Alex, the man was a fuck machine.
“Did you see I fucked him the whole time with three fingers in his ass?” I said.
Liam laughed, “No, I left him pretty fucked up. Even with your dick, I was worried you’d be punching the air. I am sorry you and I can’t fuck around though, I could have shown you the stars with this cock of mine.”
“We can fuck around at the airport if you’re back up to performance level,” I offered.
“We entered Georgia airspace five minutes ago,” he said, reminding me of his limitation.
“You know what’s not in Georgia?” I said, “Chile.”
“That would be too cool, not sure the wife would allow it,” he said, shrugging and smiling.
Alex came by a few minutes later and brought back another round of drinks. “Gentlemen, that was fucking epic!”
“You ever do something like that before?” I asked, checking to see if the tampon I made from my cock juices was still in place. It was.
“I fucked a couple of times in the bathroom, and on long-haul flights in the crew quarters, but in the galley, fuck no! And two guys? Customers? No, No, and No. This was a spectacular first. I would love to keep in touch with both of you, I’m in Cincinnati and Atlanta all the time,” he replied.
“His wife won’t let him fuck men in Georgia,” I said.
“Either of you can be my plus one anytime. We can travel from Atlanta to almost anywhere in the world for pennies.” Alex was full of solutions, and right now, full of my goop, I thought.
He smiled and left, there were a lot of procedures he had to complete before descent, apparently. He returned one last time to collect our glasses and bent down close to our faces, “Gentlemen, I am sorry about the mix up today with your boarding process, I was able to credit each of you with 100,000 SkyMiles which you can use for upgrades or travel anywhere in the world. He winked and started to walk away.”
“Hey,” I said, and nodded with my head for him to come back.
I grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him close and kissed him, long and passionately. He smiled and went to reopen the curtain in preparation for landing.
The Traveler on Grindr Ch3: Thank You for Your Loyalty
So I was on a high when I got off the plane. Mile high club! Two great new friends! Several Aperol Spritzes and a free bump of 100,000 miles! Fuck yeah! Heart emoji Grindr.
First Class exited the plane first, ergo the class, so I had to wait a few minutes for Flower to finally come out through the gate. She did not look nearly as pleased as I did and I decided to hold my stories for a little bit until I could confirm she was in a good mood.
“You fucking owe me!” she growled. I realized it could be a while.
“What happened?” I asked, patting the seat next to me, inviting her to sit down.
“That!” she said, as angry and violent as I had ever seen her. She was pointing to a lovely family of five, the parents and three kids, the oldest may have been twelve, the two younger, a boy and a girl, looked to be around 8 years old.
“That family? What did they do?” I asked. They seemed pretty relaxed as they made their way towards a connecting flight, presumably, given their general direction.
“I don’t want to talk about it, but suffice it to say I have been scratched, clawed, kicked, punched, and had my drink stolen from me by those fucking hellions! And those parents did nothing about it! They should be circumcised!” she yelled the last four words. The parents in question actually heard and turned around to see what the commotion was about, but not understanding it was meant for them, continued on their way.
“You mean sterilized,” I offered.
“FUCK!” she growled, this time more quietly. “I need a drink!”
“Let’s go to the lounge, it is awesome here in Atlanta. We can get all the drinks you want, we have six hours before our next flight,” I offered my hand and we walked calmly over to the international lounge. It took a few minutes, but we were not in a hurry and it was nice to let out all the bad energy. I was dying to tell her about Alex, so the faster we exorcised her bad vibes, the better.
We checked in at the front desk of the lounge and were greeted with a quizzical look from the person behind the desk, her name tag read, Ilda. “Mr. Torres, Ms. Dubois, can you stay here for just one minute? I need my supervisor to come talk to you.”
Both of us felt our heart sink. I was not sure why but was really worried it had something to do with Harold and my live show at the Delta lounge. Flower was just bummed and did not want anything that sounded like bad news. After just a few minutes, Ilda came back with her supervisor. The two looked at the same computer screen and jabbered a few codes to one another, which Ilda typed into the computer. Finally, after a series of grimaces and ugly faces, the supervisor rattled off a series of codes and Ilda set to work on something that to us, seemed urgent.
“Hello, my name is Alston. Mr. Torres, Ms. Dubois, I am deeply sorry about this, but your flight has been cancelled.”
“Noooooo,” we both whined.
“I’ve been saving for two years for this, how can it be cancelled?” I whined even more.
“Not to worry, Mr. Torres, Ms. Dubois, the issue involved your plane. It had a serious mechanical prpblem and was unable to leave Montreal. We started rebooking passengers a few hours ago, just after you left Cincinnati,” he explained.
“So what does this mean?” I asked. “We can still go? Tonight?”
“No, tonight there are no other flights from here…” Ilda interrupted Alston and handed him a piece of paper. “It looks like the fastest we can get you there is leaving here tomorrow at 6am for New York and then traveling from there on to Santiago de Chile, arriving nine hours later than your current scheduled arrival. You could also wait here in Atlanta for 30 hours for our next scheduled flight from Atlanta. Do any of those options work for you? I am deeply sorry about this.”
Flower was about to speak but I squeezed her hand, which I was still holding. “My friend and I would like hotel rooms in Atlanta, meal vouchers and 100,000 miles each in our SkyMiles accounts, then we will take the flight tomorrow to New York, as you mentioned.”
Alston looked at me, then at Flower who was also looking intently at me, and finally nodded. “Yes, Mr. Torres, Ms. Dubois, if that solution works for you we will issue the new tickets and print the vouchers right away.” I could tell from the way Flower was holding and squeezing my hand that she was happy again. That many miles meant anywhere from two to four free round-trip tickets, she had forgotten all about the evil uncircumcised couple and all their evil spawn.
It took almost an hour to get our vouchers and get everything confirmed, but finally, we were on our way to the local Hilton. We had three meal vouchers each, worth $30 a piece. We were going to dine in style! At the Hilton!
On our way there, Flower started to go on about how great the miles thing worked out and that she had always wanted to go to Yosemite and also Miami and maybe San Diego or LA. I listened but sent a quick message to Alex, on the off chance that he might be in the area, “Flight cancelled, rebooked for tomorrow. Scored 100K more miles!”
“Savvy fuck! Staying at the Hilton, on our way to Jakarta tomorrow!” he replied.
“Us too! At the Hilton! Can we fuck again? Do you fuck girls?” I asked.
“Yes, yes, and fuck yes!” he replied. “I thought I was going to have to solo it here tonight as my usual party gal is off on some business thing and I really don’t have time to go out on the town.”
“We’ll be your party!” I offered, out of the goodness of my heart. Now, I knew Flower would be tricky. She and I had fooled around before, but it was usually after some sort of trip — hers, I abstain – and we didn’t really discuss it much. It was sort of an, in case of emergency, pull this cock type of a thing. I asked Alex for a few more pics, he sent several, including some where he was getting blown by a chick, balls deep in a girl’s ass and another where he was tit fucking a woman and she was French kissing the tip of his knob. I agree all of it felt porny, but I was hoping it would reassure Flower she was not going to be left out.
“Sooooooo, I have this idea,” I said, stopping Flower dead in her tracks. She knew the tone. This was the let’s do something stupid, let’s moon the mayor’s float at the parade, let’s just have ten more shots, tone.
“Pedro, we don’t have a lot of time, whatever you have in mind, it cannot make us miss that fuck early flight tomorrow,” she was putting on her best Pedro impression, but I knew she was game for almost anything.
“So, the flight attendant up in First Class, he saw me on Grindr and we kind of fucked, up in the galley,” I blurted.
“90 minutes, that was the whole flight! You couldn’t wait! While I am getting kicked in the shins by small demons?” she was perhaps not quite ready for my fun story from the plane, but I needed to tell her about my idea for that night.
“It’s just that, the guy we hooked up with, Alex, he is staying at the Hilton tonight,” I said, raising my eyebrows in eager anticipation of a ‘Yay Pedro!’
“Are you kidding me? You are going to abandon me tonight? Pedro, is it going to be like this the whole trip? You dating Grindr garbage and me off in coach getting spit on and poked by an evil brood?” She was really unhappy.
“No, no, not at all. I wanted the three of us to have fun tonight, together,” I said this and let it sink in. I then opened my phone and showed her a few of the images. She liked what she saw and started biting her bottom lip, lifting her eyes towards me and then back at the phone.
“Can we order room service?” she was in!
“Anything you want sweetie,” I said, leaning into her and giving her a soft, tender kiss on the lips.
About a full hour later, we had ordered room service in my room and the two of us were in our robes waiting for Alex to shower and meander down.
“I really hope this is not a replay of Good Judy’s where I get to watch you make out and then disappear to fuck for an hour,” she was only half joking, that had been a bit of a rough night and not my proudest moment. In my defense, he was a cheerleader for OU and that means something in my neck of the woods. Go Bobcats!
Just then, a knock at the door. It was Alex. He stepped in wearing a pair of loose shorts and a tank top. Flower took in a deep breath.
“Oh, Pedro,” Flower whispered. I am certain I won some cred back.
“Hi, I’m Alex,” said the tall, dark, handsome stud with the deepest dimples and the most gorgeous masculine face.
Flower stepped forward, her hand immediately caressing his chest through his tank top, she was a sucker for a good broad chest and he had it in droves, maybe not as meaty or as large as the muscle clunks, but it was perfect on his frame. “I’m Flower Dubois, nice to meet you, Alex.”
“What a wonderful name, Flower. You know, I had a Flower Dubois on my manifest today in First Class. Some impostor must have taken your place, or your name, one of the two,” as he spoke, he pulled off his shirt, tossing it on the ground.
Flower was unsure what to do, or at least she was timid about doing what she wanted to do. Alex led her through it, taking her hand and running it along the ridge lines of his chest, taking her fingers to his nipples after sucking on her hand briefly. She explored him, she was enjoying herself. She loved chest hair and he had the perfect T-shape across the bottom of his chest and down his abdomen. She stared at it, played with it, twirled it until she closed her eyes as he came in for a long kiss.
I could hear her moan from where I was sitting. I was feeling a little left out but wanted Flower to have her moment. She did indeed. While I beat my meat at the sight of two people in their prime engaged in raw, pleasure-packed fucking, they went down on each other, Flower struggling to take even half of Alex into her mouth but doing an excellent job with the bits that she could take. Alex gave her her first orgasm of the evening by going down on her, I could not see the details and all Flower said afterwards was that was “expert fucking cunniligus.”
I was about to join them when I heard a knock at the door, it turned out to be room service. After a very awkward conversation where the hotel waiter could clearly hear what was happening but was still trying to get inside to deliver the food, we finally agreed he would just step away and let me roll the food inside. I sampled the food and fed the two lovebirds some small bites and drinks while they fucked.
The extra energy must have helped as five minutes later, he dropped a load into her pussy and helped her release her second orgasm of the night. At this point, she signaled for me to come over. The shadow of Good Judy’s bar was behind us, sin forgiven. I had been naked for some time and approached them slowly, first opening up Alex’s ass and burying my tongue deep in his hairy trench. He turned and smiled, “Happy to see you join us, Pedro, we missed you.”
I winked and kept at my work. I looked up and saw that the two were making out, he was on top of her, kissing and licking her lips, her neck, her tits, she was a well-cared for woman. “I’m going to fuck you, HUNGHUNKATL,” I purred.
“In the ass?” Flower asked, her face scrunching into a pre-retch grimace.
“Do you want to try it?” Alex asked, his voice soft, velvety, like a controlled moan.
“Ok,” she said. I was shocked beyond belief.
“Tell me when you are ready to fuck her,” I said, wanting to give him time to recover.
“Pedro,” he said, “come drink my load out of Flower. She’s got my nectar in her,” he said.
Flower and I both groaned. It was and remains our least favorite pun.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he said. “Go eat out her pussy, it’s got my load. Better?”
We both nodded and I assumed a downward dog over Flower who was laying on her back, still a little in the skies thanks to her climax. I went searching for Alex’s load, it was easy to find. All over her vulva, her lips, inside her honey box, everywhere I licked, everywhere I sucked and kissed, Alex had marked her. I worked diligently and Flower desperately enjoyed my work, she moaned and ground my face into her pelvis, “Fucking fag! You fucking cunt sucking, pussy-licking fag! Oh! Do all fags suck pussy this good, oh shit — it’s so fucking good! Someone fuck me! Fuck me!”
I was about to step in when Alex tapped me on the shoulder. I looked back and he was completely hard again. He had been eating my ass this entire time, at times licking my balls and sucking on cock between my legs. I smiled and flipped Flower onto her hands and knees, spreading her legs apart.
I grabbed some lube and applied it generously to Alex and then fingered Flower which yielded a long string of ecstatic obscenities. Her hole lubed, I kissed Alex, long and deep, while he lined up and began to push into Flower. We both stopped to stare at her hole stretching and accommodating Alex’s gorgeous cock, the glans a beautiful golden-brown color, the skin around it just slightly lighter. He was so fucking manly. I bit his shoulder while he was slowly opening Flower up for the first time.
“Fuck me! You’re going to fucking split me in half! Holy shit! It’s so fucking big!” she screamed and hollered.
“Relax baby,” Alex said in his moan voice. “Take a deep breath and then pretend you are taking a shit. Open up for me just like that. You ready?”
“Aaaaaaaaaaiiigghh!” Flower moaned and screamed at the same time as Alex slid in his dickhead and then the entirety of his shaft. It was slow, but it was non-stop.
“Fuck! Oh fuck!” she cried. “It’s a fucking baseball bat! It’s so huge!”
“You’re doing great, Flower,” Alex whispered in her ear. “I am so proud of you and so honored you let me be the first. There, can you feel yourself relaxing? Opening up for me? You feel that? The pain is shifting to pleasure. Can I fuck you like the whore that I know you are? Can I finally unleash all the cock your degenerate slut mind has been begging for? Can I cum inside your ass like a trailer trash hooker?”
I was not at all sure where this had come from, but the more Alex spoke, the higher and louder Flowers moans and whines until she was practically growling. Then, two words, “FUCK MEEEE!!!!”
Alex began to punch into her ass with absolute reckless abandon. He was determined to leave her as wrecked as Liam had left him. I took this as my cue and after lubing up my cock, in a few seconds where he slowed down his pumping into Flower, I dropped into Alex and began to match his earlier fury with mine. His ass was not tight, not after the flight. But it was so incredibly warm. It felt like a hot sleeve made of stuffed animal fur. We fucked hard and loud until I heard and felt Flower collapse onto the bed. She did not go down quietly. In her first anal orgasm she screamed and groaned, clawed at the bed, she shook and we saw a couple waves of convulsions rock her. Alex and I slowed down to let her enjoy her she time.
As she was finally settling, I whispered the same two words into Alex’s ear, “Fuck me.”
I got back into a downward dog, turned Flower over and tried to extend her good feelings through soft, slow caresses and kisses from her asshole up to her mound. Behind me, I could feel a fat, hard cock head finally, after a long day of trying to get some, breaking through my sphincter.
“Fuck me Alex, fuck my hole! Drop a load inside me!” I surprised myself at how desperate for cock I sounded.
Alex smiled, “Sure thing, Pedro. I have one in my balls now with your name on it.”
His cock slid into me, punching through my ring, spreading out all of my rectum, the entire anal canal, filling it to overflowing with gorgeous man meat. He picked up speed quickly and he was thrashing my prostate every which way. After edging for the better part of two hours, I knew it would not take me long. Flower stood up to go to the bathroom and I flipped on my back. I wanted to see him fuck me. Alex looked directly into my eyes and did not stop, not while he was punching my joy button better than Harold, not while he was ramming his entire length over and over in the best long-dicking I have ever received. He did not break eye contact when he leaned forward to tell me he was about to cum in my hole. I was ready for it, more than ready. As soon as he started to spurt volley after volley of cum, I felt my own load releasing. I came all over my chest and my face.
Alex wiped a bit of my cum with his fingers and brought it to his lips. “Hmmmm,” he said, “tastes like Aperol Spritz.”
We both laughed. Unfortunately, the laughter pushed his cock out of my hole, but it was still pretty funny. Flower came back and we had an after-party with another round of room service. We learned a lot about each other, Alex wants to be a pilot, is currently studying. He still loves to travel but wants to settle and have a family some day. Flower made sure he had her number.
I for one could not stop staring into his gorgeous deep brown eyes. I fell asleep with my head on his chest, Flower on the other side of him, her legs intertwined with his. We remained entangled all night long until it was time for Flower and I to head back to the airport. Alex stayed in our bed and we gave him our extra meal vouchers when we headed out to the airport. Least we could do. I kissed him hard and deep, maybe a little clingy, I hope he understood it came from a good place. When we arrived in Santiago and turned on our phones, the first notification was a message from Alex, It was a picture of him, naked, hard and magnificent. He was holding two large peaches in his hands, both had big bites taken out of them. He was smiling a large, shit eating grin.
Goddess Bless Grindr!