I had arrived at San Francisternational airport iy of time to catch Virgin抯 evening flight back to Heathrow after a weeks sex drenched holiday. Although my did more specifically my ass were a little on the sore side after all that a, I was relut to leave but it might not be over yet.
Arriving so early I had time to kill before departure and had been wandering all over the terminal until I came across this bar and decided to rest my feet and have a beer.
I had only been sat down with my head buried in a neer for a couple of minutes when I heard this deep voice ask if he could share the table. Looking up the fad body didn抰 match the voice because it beloo a geous looking hunk of about twenty or so with shoulder length jet black hair that matched his eyes. He introduced himself as Ben. He was quite slim, not my type at all really but this impression ged rapidly when I saw his brilliant white smile which was framed by the most luscious lips I had seen in a long while. He was dressed in a really tight Hard Rock T and a revealing pair of cut offs. I did a double take because he was certainly pag a full lunchbox and they left nothing to the imagination. However I resisted the urge to ogle a bay neer.
It was not long however before I was aware that something was rubbing up against my jean clad leg. Looking up from the paper I saw he face literally shoh broad boyish grin. My eyes travelled downward and the rubbing I could feel was his sun kissed bare hard muscled calf. He may as well have been rubbing my cock direct because I was already rock hard and ready for a and the bulge in the front of his shorts told me he felt the same.
I finished off my beer as he motioned me to follow him and it didn抰 take me long to figure out where he was headed. Yeah, you guessed it, the john. There was no one else about yet so we slipped into a cubicle sharpish and had our mouths glued together in seds with our tongues engaged in a battle to see whie of us coul