I’ve waited over a year to tell this story.

Most days I’m just the normal married, straight guy in his mid 40’s. Fit, very well groomed and pretty hung if I do say so myself. And when I say I’m straight, I mean I love women’s bodies. Curves. Lips. Tits. The whole nine yards. I’ve never been attracted to men physically. Or at least not usually. But on very rare days, I crave a man’s hands or mouth for a release no one else can give.

So about a year ago I had to travel for work. I had all these fantasies about being out of town and getting serviced in my hotel by a stranger. Being drained of every ounce of cum in me by someone. But like most trips I knew it probably wouldn’t happen.

My trip involved a connection in a large airport with three hours to kill. I’d been road biking a ton and had a slight pull in my left hamstring. So I thought I’d see if the airport had a chair massage place. I was in luck. I found one at the end of the international terminal. There were basically no passengers anywhere around and there was no line.

I was greeted by a friendly, fit and attractive, guy in his late 20’s asking if I’d like a massage. I don’t know his nationality but he had a slight accent and if I had to guess, I’d say he was Colombian or something close. I told him I had up to an hour and about my leg pain. He said no problem and walked me to a massage chair at the back of the little place. The furthest from the door. I noticed where the chair was because all the sounds from the airport faded away and it was quiet except for the soft New Age music he had playing. I relaxed right away and sat in the chair. He moved one of those room dividers things around the chair.

He started on my back and moved to my legs. All standard and he was awesome. He complimented my leg muscles and increased his pressure as he worked up my calf towards my glutes. A few seconds later I could have sworn he grazed my dick. An accident I thought. I wasn’t offended but I also didn’t react. He moved to the other leg and it happened again. Again, I didn’t react. He kept working back down my leg and asked “this ok?” I said “yeah..but maybe work a bit higher again..” I was vague and almost said it to disarm him and arrest any fears he had that he had just offended me.

He worked back up my leg and I started to get hard. Like rock hard. I could tell my cock grew so much it slipped out of the briefs I had on. A bit embarrassed, I shifted. But my cock was now halfway down my thigh. Right where he was headed. His hands found it and he paused on my cock. Maybe he was surprised. I really don’t know. But I shifted forward in the chair towards him as a sign to keep going. He took the hint and started slowly massaging my cock. I grew even harder (if that was possible). He moved to the other leg and then reached my cock from the other side. It was unbelievably hot and I was trying to hold my gasping to a minimum.

About 15 minutes later, having come close to releasing in my own pants, my time was up and I stood up. He just smiled and asked how the massage was. I said it was amazing. But then I looked at the door and just asked “have anywhere that we can finish me off?” He looked around and the gestured to a supply closet. I asked if there were cameras anywhere and he pointed toward one that was at the front of the store and only trained on the front door. I followed him in. Once inside in dropped my jeans and he instantly had me in his mouth. Inside I watched the security camera monitor and could see if anyone had come in. No one did. A few minutes later I came so hard down his throat I almost fell down.

He took it all. Then he stood up and walked out. I composed myself and followed him a few seconds later.

I haven’t been back to that airport since. I had a different connection on my return trip. And now I don’t want to disclose it for fear of getting him fired etc.

Insanely hot moment in my life and just a reminder that these things really do happen.