For the next few weeks, I abstained from sex while the tattoos healed. I managed to distract myself pretty well by throwing myself into my work. Now it was Monday, I was fully healed, and horny as hell for BBC. Could I make it through the day?
“Daniels, coming to the meeting?” My boss poked his head into my office to remind me. “Of course, Mr. James. Just finishing up this paperwork. Be right there.” He left and I quickly pulled myself together. Strong coffee down the hatch, a quick smoothing of my hair, and a legal pad in hand, I hurried to the conference room and sat with the other associates.
“First, let me say how grateful I am for all the hard work you all have been doing. Profits are up, and I believe in sharing the bounty.” Mr. James smiled at the room. “So, you’ll all see a bit extra in the next check.” A chorus of thank-you’s cheered the room.
“Second, I am hoping to expand our client base, using this office as center-point. To that end, I am sending you all out to surrounding cities, to meet with some prospective clients and hook in some business. These packets will show you who’s going where. Everyone will spend a week away. Meet all this week, then enjoy the weekend on my dime. Whoever brings the most account dollars back will earn a bigger bonus.”
We all grinned like the money-hungry wolves we were. I opened up my folder to see I’d be flying to Jackson, Mississippi. Not a huge market, but a big black population, so at least I could have some fun. My plane left at… four o’clock this afternoon?
“Sir, I think there was a booking error. My flight leaves later today.”
“Yeah, mine too.”
“Me too.”
“Yes, I wanted to get going on this. Some of those meetings we have scheduled are ticking clocks, targeted by our competition. We need to get in and steal their candy, so to speak. So, you all go home and pack, then shuttle to the airport. I’ll see you all back here in a week.” He gestured that we should all get going. I rushed back to my office to grab my keys and head out.
At home, I hurriedly packed my travel case with the various clothes and toiletries I thought I would need. I was good at packing light, but I made sure to add some clothes and such for playtime. Soon I was off to the airport via shuttle-van.
Arriving at the terminal, I checked in at an auto-kiosk and breezed through security. I had made excellent time; I was always worried about missing a flight and always got to airports super-early. Finding a quiet corner, I connected to Wi-Fi and opened the Jack’d app. A few profiles floated nearby, and I reached out to a few. Now to wait.
Soon, my phone buzzed. Checking. A “Hi there” and a BBC pic, yum! I messaged back my interest.
Ding. Go to stall #9 in restrooms across from gate 21.
Interesting. The logistics of airport hook-ups was a mystery, but I was horny and went for it. I was only a few gates away, so got to the restroom quickly. Inside, a row of numbered stalls lined a wall. I hopped into #9, locked the door, and waited.
Ding. Lift up the toilet paper dispenser and set it to the side.
Curiouser and curiouser. I grabbed the stainless-steel box and pulled up. It lifted easily off its mounts, revealing a glory hole hidden behind. I set the box down on the floor and peeked, immediately face to cock with the BBC I had seen pictured. I wiggled my tongue a bit through the hole, then backed off so he could slip the ebony pole through to my waiting mouth.
It appeared now on my side of the partition, a monster of veiny beauty, easily nine inches and girthy. I practically inhaled the whole shaft, I was so horny, plus super turned on by the taboo of the situation. I licked and throated the meat like a champ, having improved my skills a lot over the many weeks I had been servicing BBC kings. We had to stay relatively quiet, by I could hear faint grunts that let me know he was appreciating my mouth. Soon I was rewarded with a nice load of sweet black jizz in my mouth. I savored it and the swallowed the precious seed. Th BBC slid out of the partition, and my phone chimed.
Ding. Good mouth there boy. Replace the box, I got to go catch my plane.
I lifted the TP box back on its hooks and waited in my stall while the gentleman exited his. Checking my watch, I still had 30 minutes until my flight boarded, so I got on the app again. One of the other nearby profiles was still on, so I sent a pic of my open mouth, and a quick ready to be of service.
A flurry of images replied. He was a smoking hot young black king, tall and lean, with a big ebony rod swinging down low. Ding. I don’t want your mouth, cracker. Show me your faggot pussy.
Yes Sir, I replied, along with a nice shot of my bussy hole, pink and juicy. I’m in the gate 21 restroom, but no place here to fuck. And a sad faced emoji capped it.
Ding. LOL, you must be new. Just outside that restroom is a family restroom. I’m heading in there RN. Come out and knock three quick hits, I’ll let you in.
Perfect! Yes Sir, be there in a minute. I grabbed the water bottle I had bought at the newsstand and did a quick clean. I hadn’t eaten anything today, so I was good to go. In a flash I stood up, walked out, did a perfunctory hand wash, and left the main restroom. Glancing side to side, I spotted the door with the family icon and made my way over, no wanting to look too eager.
At the door, I rapped three hits and waited. I heard the door unlock but not open, so I grabbed the handle and sprinted on in, quickly locking the door behind me. As I turned into the main space, I saw the gorgeous ebony guy standing there, already naked from the waist down. To my surprise, there was also another black boy standing near the door as well. “You didn’t tell me you had a friend.” I said.
“Faggot, shut the fuck up. That there’s my brother, and you gonna suck both our dicks like a good white cracker. Now strip and get your ass over here.”
As always, the dominant tone of a black man made me go silly. I quickly stripped while the younger black boy watched me, his joggers pulled down a bit so he could expose his own BBC. He moved to stand next to his brother, and I hurriedly got on my knees in front of the pair.
“That’s right. White man’s place is on their knees sucking black cock. I told you Jamal.” He kept up a running commentary of dominance for his brother, while I slurped and sucked back and forth between the rods. I even managed to get them both in my mouth a few times.
“You got a good mouth there cracker. But we all here to catch planes, so got to speed this up a bit.” He reached down and pushed my mouth onto his brother’s cock, then scooted around to my back end. I passed him a little travel bottle of lube I had in my pocket, then just went to town on the cock in front of me. I felt the older brother squirt some of the lube onto my hole, and then his cock slipped right inside.
“Damn, that’s big!” I grunted as the girthy cock opened me back up. I hadn’t realized just how tight I had gotten in the two weeks I had gone without, but this young king was splitting me open!
“You know it, cracker. Whew, this pussy is tight! Feels amazing on my dick. This is gonna be a fast fuck, so you better be ready to take the pounding.” With that he started a furious fucking of my hole, no mercy, just what I had been craving. I swallowed all the dick in front of me, deepthroating it repeatedly.
“Shiit! this bitch is in heat bro! look at him taking our cocks!” The younger brother was in heaven, and started throat-fucking me in time to his older brother’s thrusts.
“Fuck yea, white-boy bitches are the best! They take black cock gladly. Right bitch?!” He smacked my ass for emphasis.
“Yeasis S-siir.” I mumbled around the cock abusing my mouth.
“OK cracker, I’m about to breed this pussy deep. Bro, you fill the cracker’s mouth. I’m cumm…mming!”
My ass was on fire as he pushed deep inside me and let loose volley after volley of jizz. His grunts sent his brother over the edge, and soon my mouth was full of his sweet load. I swallowed and milked the young dick for every drop I could.
All too soon the boys had pulled out of my used holes and started to get dressed. Checking his phone, the older brother cursed.
“Shit, we running late. Got to get to our plane. Hurry up bro.”
I stood up and cleaned myself off while they hurriedly finished dressing and left the room. I locked up again so I could get dressed. After a few minutes I washed up, exited, and headed to my own impending flight.
This should be a good trip with that kind of start, I hummed to myself as I walked up to the gate and presented my ticket. Soon I was on the plane in business class, ready for a week in a new city, visions of BBC swimming in my mind.
