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Barry Lowe

Man of the Hour


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Terminal boredom leads to terminal excess

Buzz arrives at the airport to pick up his son only to discover the flight has been delayed and he’ll have to hang around for well over an hour for the next one. But what promises to be a boring waste of time with a stale pastry and yesterday’s newspaper suddenly takes on new meaning when a gorgeous college-age student, just Buzz’s type, makes him an offer too good to turn down.  

Man of the Hour was originally published by loveyoudivine Alterotica


eBook Cover Price: 2.99

Length: 5540 words

Gay Erotica Airport Hookup Older/Younger

Heat rating: 4



Excerpt

I was engrossed in the comics when a shadow fell across the table.

“Personally, I don’t think comics have survived the retirement of Bill Watterson. I miss Calvin and Hobbes.”

My interest was piqued. Watterson’s strip had been a guilty pleasure and I had a bookshelf lined with his comic omnibuses at home. I’d always wished Jason had been more like Calvin.

“Is this seat taken?” he asked.

He took my lack of a response as a rejection. But he was wrong. I’d been gobsmacked by his beauty.

“Sorry, man, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” He began to move away.

He hadn’t disturbed me. Well, perhaps, my libido had been disturbed.

“Sorry, where are my manners. Please, sit down.”

He smiled, pulled out the chair, and sat gracefully, giving me an eyeful of a packed crotch that promised nirvana, and a body scarcely contained by a tight T-shirt that strained around his biceps and across his chest. My cock hardened instantly.

I folded my paper and leaned across the table, offering my hand. “My friends call me Buzz,” I said.

His handshake was firm, without that aggression that some men feel they need to exude authority.

“I hope you’ll count me as one of your friends, Buzz,” he purred. If I wasn’t an old cynic, I would have thought he was flirting with me. “I’m Cal. I guess my parents liked the strip as well.”

“You want a coffee, Cal? I was about to get a refill.”

He appeared embarrassed. “Look, I gotta be honest,” he said. “One of the reasons I sat here was that neglected pastry. I thought I might be able to snatch it while you weren’t looking.”

I laughed. “You’re either very poor or very hungry.”

“Both,” he interrupted.

“Be my guest,” I said, pushing the plate toward him. “But let me warn you, it has seen better days. If it was a horse, they would have shot it.”

He laughed then began to wolf it down. I guess I was a little disappointed that his interest was in my leftovers rather than in me, but I would never have followed up anyway.

“You want a coffee to go with that snack?” I said as I stood preparing to move to the counter. “My treat.”

He mumbled something between crumbs which I took to be the affirmative.

When I got back to the table, he was picking up the last of the pastry flakes on the end of his spit slicked finger. I wondered how it would feel if it were my cock being pushed between his soft lips. I sat down as my cock tented in my jeans.

I pushed the coffee toward him. With a plate of sandwiches.

He looked at me.

“As I said, my treat.”

He opened the cardboard packet and began to devour them greedily. “Thanks, man. Um… Buzz.”

I wanted to soften the burden of accepting food from a stranger. “If you want to pay me back…”

I saw him stop chewing.

“Then maybe some time in the future when you find yourself in a similar situation, then remember this and be charitable to that someone who’s down on his luck.”

He relaxed, polishing off the sandwiches in record time, burping his appreciation.

“Sorry. Habit, I suppose. But they sure tasted fine.”

He watched me closely as he sipped his coffee, leaning back contentedly. I was uncomfortable under his inquisitive gaze and glanced at the Arrivals board. “You waiting for someone?” he asked.

“Yeah. The plane has been delayed.”

“How long?”

“I’ve got over an hour to fill in.”

“That’s good,” he smiled, leaning closer. “There was another reason I wanted to sit here.”

“What was that?” I asked.

“You’re hot.”

I spluttered my coffee. I’d never had a young man proposition me so openly. He pressed his knee against mine so I could feel his heat.

“And you’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” I replied.

“So the only dilemma is where do we go to fill in a very pleasurable hour? They’re not likely to let us into the First Class Lounge. Your car is probably too public. Right here on the table would get us arrested although I have been known to do it for an audience.”

I groaned at the fantasy.

“You like that, eh?”

I nodded my head enthusiastically.

“In that case, follow me.”



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