Snippets: Sea-Tac Work Crush Pt. 01

"Welcome to my clutches, sexy. You kept staring, kept being curious, and now I'm gonna be all over you like strawberries on cheesecake."

The tall, bearded polar bear in Tim said this to me in the back of a sprinter van.

"Then you wanna find me on Grindr," he added. "I had a hunch you were into guys, but wasn't sure at the beginning. I'm gonna suck the soul from you this afternoon."

A year prior to our long awaited rendezvous, I was hired as a ramp agent at an airline servicing the Sea-Tac airport. The handsome bear and I first crossed paths during company orientation, when he was instructing 11 of us new employees on the rules and regulations of the company.

"It's gonna be a long day if you guys don't perk up," Tim said to us.

The majority of the group were lethargic and dull to say the least, but Tim, with his mentor-like aura, tried his best to liven things up for the three-day course.

"Brian, I can see the longevity in you," he said as I was the most outspoken.

I was the opposite of the sticks-in-the-mud for I answered every, and any question, or applied situations to each scenario he addressed to the room.

"Keep that same energy, Brian," he said to me on the second day.

He winked after that statement, and right then we made a connection. He and the others learned why I was energized to begin with. It was easy for me to be upbeat after I came on to this gig, post-20 years in the Navy, and during the middle of a funky divorce. I took the job after being assigned at nearby Bremerton for five years, the final leg of a decorated naval career, which included me marrying Anna, a fellow Sailor, and local native. I'd duck Washington for 15 years until Anna came across my plate, then I fell in love with her, made my son with her, and she coerced me to follow her to the Pacific Northwest to finish my career. We envisioned the perfect life until we actually made it to Washington. Things backfired when I made rank after our son was born, and she lost interest once I decided I'd finish at 20 years. I lost my love for her during a bitter breakup, and in a moment of desperation, hooked up with a guy, the first in many moons, to rekindle my affinity for "playing both sides."

"You could be 'the man' for the airline here, Brian," Tim told me during one of the orientation breaks.

"I like you. I can smell the motivation in just the way you carry yourself."

I smelled Dior cologne in the 60-something, six foot four tall bear. Tim, a white guy with a clean shaven head, had the sexiest salt and pepper beard I ever saw on a man. I let him know I appreciated him, and looked forward to doing big things within his vicinity.

"I keep hearing of how you're kicking ass, Brian," he emailed me.

The message came out of the blue some weeks later as I was working on a report.

"Thank you, but I'm just showing up," I messaged back.

"You're showing out is what you're saying," he replied as I giggled to myself.

I wasn't sure how he got the word I was "kicking ass," but I didn't mind the email, for the bearded bear caught my attention whenever I saw him.

"I appreciate you, handsome," he slipped up to answer. "I wish we had 20 more workers just you."

I didn't know what to say with the compliment of my looks, for I wasn't offended.

"I'm sorry," he quickly replied.

"No need to apologize," I texted back as he made my day.

From time to time, I made my way to the gate areas when I knew he was working. I still kept it professional, making sure my dirty thoughts of this handsome dad weren't apparent to anyone else. He simultaneously would see me discreetly trying to peek at him, would smile, then call me over to chat if he wasn't busy. He'd ask about my son in his deep, serene tone, and how I was getting acclimated to being a civilian again. These types of conversations only forged more of a bond between us to where he'd eventually invite me to dinner to further break the ice.

"The best clam chowder in all of America," he said to me once we made it to Seattle's "Local Tide."

One Wednesday he and his equally sexy partner, Jeff, waited in their dapper digs at the front of the restaurant for me. I was slightly embarrassed arriving in a Navy-themed sweatsuit, but they made me feel welcome, and the restaurant accepted me as we sat and dined on some damn good food.

"The Pacific is much colder than the Atlantic," Jeff pointed out.

"The seafood is exposed to cooler water, and therefore the flavor is different," Tim added.

I watched the two of them as they sat beside each other, occasionally staring at me, but always making eye contact when we talked. Tim got a little too loose with the cocktails to make sure to play footsie with me. I didn't mind, just choosing to keep things on the surface when everything in me wanted to disrobe the both of them after the meal. I had it plotted in my head, where I'd seduce one, and the other would come behind me as I'd end up in a Lust Sandwich. We finished off the meal, and Jeff suggested we all go back to their place for more drinks, when I refrained.

"Trying your best to be on your best behavior," Tim asked when I declined their offer.

I wanted badly to go with them, but tried my best to stay on the professional side of things with Tim.

"You could've come home with us," read an email from him the next day.

I kept it cool, but Tim was playing the line in the sand, for he knew he was in my head.

"Some magical things could've happened," he typed.

"I think you know by now that I want you."

I thought about their bearded faces, and beautiful daddy smiles as they could've had me in that "sandwich." I made my distance between Tim and I, trying my best to remain professional and break my rule of "shitting where I slept." Tim increasingly went out of his way to make his presence felt, sending more emails, and occasionally coming down to the ramp as if he was looking for something. One afternoon close to my one year anniversary, I was in the breakroom relaxing, eating fruit when I decided to check Grindr. I scrolled profiles to see about 40 were within 1,000 feet of me. The closest happened to be the bear daddy who applied pressure to me as of recent.

"Bring that cock to me," he messaged.

I checked Tim's profile after he unlocked his photos.

"Party of two, but hubby doesn't mind if I have a little side fun from time to time. Hell, he enjoys watching, and sometimes tag teams the lover," read the dialogue.

I scanned the empty break room and kept an eye on the swinging door for anyone to come in. Tim had photos showing off his portly, hairy body from his big chest with dark nipples, down his thick, white cock that was surrounded by gray beads.

"I'm in the parking lot," he messaged to me.

"Bring that big, black cock to me."

I was scared shitless to ever be with someone in a public setting.

"Right now," I asked.

"Right fucking now, you've teased me long enough," he added.

"You love coming up to the gate area to show off. Now it's my turn."

I was giggling on the inside at this man's assertiveness. I was a top, but I liked a man of Tim's stature telling me what he needed. I was brick-hard sitting at the table, nervous to anyone coming in, and seeing me engorged.

"Where are you," I asked, and he told me he was in one of the sprinters.

"I'm heading to Boeing Field to drop off some paperwork. No one else is out here, so bring me that cock," he ordered.

I could spare another 30 minutes, and so I deftly moved from the break room, down the hall, and out of the terminal onto the flight line towards all the company vehicles. My sensors immediately pointed me in the direction of the sprinter van that was away from all the other vehicles, or any personnel that would pay attention. I skirted to the van farthest away, and hit the jackpot as Tim was inside, sitting on a stool, facing the back of the van. I looked around, then loosened my belt and my zipper before rushing inside.

"Therrrrre you go, come to papa," he said as I quickly undressed.

The garment fell, and I crawled over towards Tim before laying back to allow him to take off my underwear.

"Waited too damn long for this," said the esteemed employe.

"Keeping a cockslut like me waiting, is bad for ya health."

I was in disbelief we were doing this in such a cramped location at the risk of getting fired, or jailed. The lewd execution of lust had me with my legs in the air, wearing only my boots and socks, while his tongue jockeyed around in my ass. I heaved and cried as I was rewarded for keeping myself particularly clean, and for also being "delectable" as he said as his tongue cycled in my hole. He even let it flicker a few times, and rubbed at the very inside of my rosebud to make me swoon. Tim groaned as he had me twitching, and I thought about how long it'd been since someone fed on my ass like him. I was the usual aggressor, the guy who loved to eat out a fat, white ass before plugging it with my nine inch dick.

"The tables have turned," he said, after realizing I was a top from my profile. "I should flip your big, black ass and fuck you silly."

I wouldn't have stopped him despite having been fucked only once. The feeling of Tim touching, tasting me, was something to be studied. This older white guy craved a young, black bear stud like myself, and showed it on how he licked me up and down, inside and out with such grace.

He licked at my balls as if my pouch was an ice cream cup, letting his tongue gently slap box my nuts repeatedly until I begged to get sucked.

"What's the matter, baby," he asked before he wrapped his pretty lips around my tip.

"Black cock always tastes good when its pulled backwards."

He blew me from behind, working his head from the tip down to the base before whipping it back and forth.

He turned me loose, and I ended up on my back again before I had to close my eyes.

"You like it," he asked, as Tim was a pure maniac in this little vehicle.

"You were asking for it," he said as he popped my cock head via his lips.

He did the same to my nuts and I began squirming, and closing my eyes for looking down at him was dizzying. Tim was an oral beast as he provided the right suction, rhythm, and any other razzle dazzle to make receiving oral sex overly fun. He kept tugging and releasing my nuts as I started jacking off.

"Cum? Cum for me. That's it, cum for me," he said as he continued to tug my nuts while I sped up the friction

He swatted my hand as I was getting close, as if he knew instinctively I was about to blow. He looked up at me while letting his dangerous tongue swipe at the back of my foreskin, and I became dizzy while screaming and releasing a mouthful of semen. The sounds of airplanes taking off drowned out my vocals while my sweet cum splashed at his esophagus.

"Good boy," he said after as he licked his lips, then wiped his beard.

"Now get back to work on the clock before I have to write you up."

We laughed, and he handed me my underwear and pants to put back on before I'd leave the van. He'd drive me back to my workspace, and pledged we'd do it again.

"Next time maybe Jeff can watch," he said of his husband.

I was looking forward to getting back to my work crush.

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