Bi-Sexual Male / 36
Fogged in at Oakland, California.
I travel extensively for my work and have encountered every possible situation any traveler encounters; from nightmares to hilarious situations. The girl who makes all of the corporate travel arrangements has never been in an airplane, on a train, rode a bus and never been more than 250 miles from our home office. Of course she's screwing the Chief Financial Officer, so the lives of the traveling heart-beat of the corporation suffer as result of her lack of experience and knowledge. Talking to her boss is like chasing a fart in a wind storm, and sharing our many traveling nightmares with the Chairman of the Board brings temporary relief, but the same issues resurface mostly due to her being penny wise and pound foolish for her bean-counting boy friend. Instead of a 6 hour flight from NYC to San Francisco to save $400.00, I flew NYC to Chicago where I changed plans and flew to Oklahoma City. Then the flight flew onto a stop in Denver and ended in Salk Lake City. There I changed plans again flying onto San Francisco. Took me 15 hours and 2 days to locate my luggage. While in San Francisco I use public transportation. Yet when I have an appointment in Oakland, 20 miles east, across the bay, she has me fly the Commuter Helicopter over and back. Makes no sense to me or anyone else, but that's how it works when the bosses mistress is given a job for which she isn't qualified. Thanks for allowing me to vent, now onto the confession.
The Oakland to San Francisco Helicopter flight was in mid way over the bay, I was sitting beside the pilot with 3 passengers in the back seat, when we saw the clouds rolling over the mountain to the San Francisco airport. The pilot turned east and said they have cancelled our flight due to rolling fog, so were returning to Oakland. The 4 passengers were met at the gate and told there would not be any more helicopter flights across the bay that day. They provided us transportation to the Bart Station which runs under the bay to San Francisco. The men in the back of the helicopter was from Germany and in the bay area on business. When the 4 of us got to the Bart station to board the 2 women went to the first car, I went to the last car and the man from Germany followed me. His English was not that good but we were able to communicate - some. The last cars on subways are know for action, so I was disappointed when he followed me as I was hoping to make a connection on the ride under the bay.
There was a handful of men in the last car as I took the last seat beside the window and he set down beside me in the aisle seat. We made a few stops before the under the bay part where 3 of the other men disembarked and no one else got on. There were 2 men on the other end of the car sitting across the aisle from each other and me and the man from Germany, who smiled a lot. I knew the other 2 were cruising each other and would look at us and back at each other. I was frustrated with the flight cancelation and the lost time getting to the public transportation and no chance of making a contact.
Just before we entered the tunnel under the bay the man from Germany rubbed his crotch. My first time of thinking he might be interested. I mean I could barely understand what he was saying and a few times smiled back shaking my head in agreement. I touched my cock and his hand was on mine like lightening. The two other men looked back at use and I shook my head and winked. One of the men stood up, his cock already out, as the other began to suck him. I unzipped lightening fast and motioned the German man into the isle where he moved and knelt. I am fucking his face and the others are doing the same. Then those 2 moved back towards us as the German came off my cock and started on those 2. One of the men was a nice looking black guy, maybe in his 20's. Then the black guy knelt down and sucked on me. It was some awesome action for sure and fast. I knelt beside the German as he and I shared those 2 cocks. the German stood and took out a really nice thick uncut cock and the 3 of us took quick turns. This was like over a 3 or 4 minute time frame then, suddenly, we were out of the tunnel and in the light again. The 4 of us set close together as we made our next stop where 3 men got on board. We got a few gropes in before it got crowded and then we were downtown.
The German showed us a room key to his hotel. The black guy got off and the other man, me and the German got off at Market Street walked to his hotel (suit) and fucked for over an hour. The German kept saying , "you make water" and we thought he wanted water sports. We took him into the bathroom shower and was going to piss on him when he shock his head NO. We finally understood he wanted our cum. Never knew his name, barley understood what he was saying. However, the universal language of hard cocks, warm willing asses and hungry mouths prevailed.
The guy and I left the German's room together walking a few blocks before having a beer and getting to know each other. He called one of his married buds who was about to head home but met us at my hotel room where the 3 of us fucked and sucked for an hour. They went home to their wives, I called mine back east and then went the bar in my hotel where hooked up with a really nice masculine jock who wanted some hard-core sex and I gave it to him. At lease this one traveling screw-up resulted in some unexpected pleasure...and well deserved!
I travel extensively for my work and have encountered every possible situation any traveler encounters; from nightmares to hilarious situations. The girl who makes all of the corporate travel arrangements has never been in an airplane, on a train, rode a bus and never been more than 250 miles from our home office. Of course she's screwing the Chief Financial Officer, so the lives of the traveling heart-beat of the corporation suffer as result of her lack of experience and knowledge. Talking to her boss is like chasing a fart in a wind storm, and sharing our many traveling nightmares with the Chairman of the Board brings temporary relief, but the same issues resurface mostly due to her being penny wise and pound foolish for her bean-counting boy friend. Instead of a 6 hour flight from NYC to San Francisco to save $400.00, I flew NYC to Chicago where I changed plans and flew to Oklahoma City. Then the flight flew onto a stop in Denver and ended in Salk Lake City. There I changed plans again flying onto San Francisco. Took me 15 hours and 2 days to locate my luggage. While in San Francisco I use public transportation. Yet when I have an appointment in Oakland, 20 miles east, across the bay, she has me fly the Commuter Helicopter over and back. Makes no sense to me or anyone else, but that's how it works when the bosses mistress is given a job for which she isn't qualified. Thanks for allowing me to vent, now onto the confession.
The Oakland to San Francisco Helicopter flight was in mid way over the bay, I was sitting beside the pilot with 3 passengers in the back seat, when we saw the clouds rolling over the mountain to the San Francisco airport. The pilot turned east and said they have cancelled our flight due to rolling fog, so were returning to Oakland. The 4 passengers were met at the gate and told there would not be any more helicopter flights across the bay that day. They provided us transportation to the Bart Station which runs under the bay to San Francisco. The men in the back of the helicopter was from Germany and in the bay area on business. When the 4 of us got to the Bart station to board the 2 women went to the first car, I went to the last car and the man from Germany followed me. His English was not that good but we were able to communicate - some. The last cars on subways are know for action, so I was disappointed when he followed me as I was hoping to make a connection on the ride under the bay.
There was a handful of men in the last car as I took the last seat beside the window and he set down beside me in the aisle seat. We made a few stops before the under the bay part where 3 of the other men disembarked and no one else got on. There were 2 men on the other end of the car sitting across the aisle from each other and me and the man from Germany, who smiled a lot. I knew the other 2 were cruising each other and would look at us and back at each other. I was frustrated with the flight cancelation and the lost time getting to the public transportation and no chance of making a contact.
Just before we entered the tunnel under the bay the man from Germany rubbed his crotch. My first time of thinking he might be interested. I mean I could barely understand what he was saying and a few times smiled back shaking my head in agreement. I touched my cock and his hand was on mine like lightening. The two other men looked back at use and I shook my head and winked. One of the men stood up, his cock already out, as the other began to suck him. I unzipped lightening fast and motioned the German man into the isle where he moved and knelt. I am fucking his face and the others are doing the same. Then those 2 moved back towards us as the German came off my cock and started on those 2. One of the men was a nice looking black guy, maybe in his 20's. Then the black guy knelt down and sucked on me. It was some awesome action for sure and fast. I knelt beside the German as he and I shared those 2 cocks. the German stood and took out a really nice thick uncut cock and the 3 of us took quick turns. This was like over a 3 or 4 minute time frame then, suddenly, we were out of the tunnel and in the light again. The 4 of us set close together as we made our next stop where 3 men got on board. We got a few gropes in before it got crowded and then we were downtown.
The German showed us a room key to his hotel. The black guy got off and the other man, me and the German got off at Market Street walked to his hotel (suit) and fucked for over an hour. The German kept saying , "you make water" and we thought he wanted water sports. We took him into the bathroom shower and was going to piss on him when he shock his head NO. We finally understood he wanted our cum. Never knew his name, barley understood what he was saying. However, the universal language of hard cocks, warm willing asses and hungry mouths prevailed.
The guy and I left the German's room together walking a few blocks before having a beer and getting to know each other. He called one of his married buds who was about to head home but met us at my hotel room where the 3 of us fucked and sucked for an hour. They went home to their wives, I called mine back east and then went the bar in my hotel where hooked up with a really nice masculine jock who wanted some hard-core sex and I gave it to him. At lease this one traveling screw-up resulted in some unexpected pleasure...and well deserved!
