Accept his offer

You smother any feelings of guilt and accept his offer. "Like what you feel?" you whisper back.

"Mm, it's kinky. I like it," he replies as he steps back, stripping out of his dress pants and revealing an enormous bulge beneath black boxer-briefs. "Do you always wear that plug in hopes one of us will be horny enough to pull it out of you?" he asks as he peels off the underwear. The movement exposes a long, dark, uncircumcised cock and a neatly-trimmed black bush, with two large balls hanging below. It takes you a moment to tear your eyes away from the mouth-watering sight and reply.

"Do you always sexually harass travelers when you bring them back here? Is this nook your little love hotel?" you counter as you shimmy out of your own pants and underwear. He just smirks, then extends one gloved hand and shoves you back onto a table.

"Lie down, this officer needs to examine you properly," he barks with practiced authority. You comply, even though the metal table is cold under your bare ass. The TSA agent hops up and straddles your waist, then lowers his cock down atop yours. When the two shafts touch, the sensation is electric, and you quickly stiffen to full hardness. You can see that he's noticeably longer than you, but you have a slight edge in thickness. He squeezes the two cocks together, holding them firmly with both gloved hands, and you have to stifle a groan.

The agent leans forward and lets a string of spit drip from his mouth. He has good aim, and it splatters over the tip of his taller cock. He uses one gloved hand to stroke it over both your glans. As he does, you see his foreskin peel back slightly as he stiffens even more. Once the two of you are lubed up, he begins to grind his cock against yours, and he uses both hands to stroke your cocks in tandem. The grinding combined with the stroking feels amazing, and there's something really erotic about frotting with another guy. It doesn't take long before both of you begin to leak pre-cum, but the agent always makes sure to use his palm to smear it over both your cocks, refreshing your lube and keeping the rubbing feeling smooth. The pressure of his palm against your glans feels amazing each time, the way it slips and slides over your sensitive tip. You find yourself groaning continuously from the pleasure.

After a particularly loud groan from you, the agent pulls back, hops off the table, then climbs back atop it from behind, over your head. He straddles your face, and you can see his long, dark cock dangling down right in front of your eyes.

"You don't want to moan too loudly and get into trouble, so I need to shut you up. This is for your own good, really," he says, not very convincingly.

You can smell a strong, masculine musk before he even makes contact. When his shaft finally bobs down to make contact with your nose and lips at the same time, you don't waste time with gentle kisses or tender licking. You part your lips and take the tip into your mouth, tilting your head back to get a better angle. He helps by lowering his chest down atop your body, giving you an easier angle to work with. It's hard for you to lift your head, so he begins to move his hips, making shallow thrusts between your pursed lips. You sweep your tongue around the tip of his cock when he pulls back, slipping it under his foreskin and eliciting a groan that makes you swell with pride. When he thrusts forward you relax your throat and caress the top of his shaft with your tongue.

The TSA agent slips into a steady rhythm, making sure not to thrust deeper than you can handle. You think you're able to take about half his impressive length, and that seems to be enough to enjoy himself, because he remains rock-hard, and you taste a steady supply of precum on your tongue. Perhaps in thanks, he reaches out with one hand and begins to stroke your now erect cock where it lays flat against your belly. With those latex cloves, the handjob that follows feels almost like it were coming from a medical professional, but that's a pretty hot fantasy on its own, and you can't tell the difference with your vision obscured by his muscular ass.

Eventually, he drops to his elbows, and continuing to jack you off while the other caresses your balls for a while, then slips down to tug playfully at your butt-plug.

"Time for this little guy to come out," he tells you, twisting it and chuckling as you moan around his cock. He begins to tug at it in earnest, adding a bit more pressure all the time. "Mm, I love watching your ass stretch. Are you going to give me a nice big gape?" he asks teasingly. The only answer you can give is to suck hard on his cock. There's no way he can tell what you mean, but he groans appreciatively.

You can feel every millimeter of progress he makes with the plug as you're stretched more and more. As the widest part of the plug begins to crest, you start breathing harder. The agent must notice, because he strokes your cock even faster, pumping with a tight grip of his gloved hand. Finally, the plug pops free with a satisfying sensation, and you groan loudly as you spurt cum all over the agent's hand and your own belly and chest.

As soon as he sees you're cumming, the agent starts fucking your face harder and faster. His cock begins to push deeper than ever before, and you find yourself gagging slightly as you struggle to keep up while coping with your own climax. But you manage to take everything he gives you, including the cum that follows.

"Fuck, yes!" you hear him grunt loudly, and then you taste his salty load as it shoots all over your tongue and against the back of your throat.

It takes you a while to gather your wits, and by then the TSA agent is fully dressed, smirking at you. As you sit up, he hands you some tissues to clean up with. You wipe the cum off your body and the sweat from your forehead, but you can still taste his cum in your mouth even after swallowing. The flavor grows slightly bitter with time, but it's not as bad as you feared. He slips your plug into an opaque plastic bag, and hands it to you once you finish dressing.

"Thanks for that, it was fun," he says calmly, looking composed and in-control once more. "You'll need to go through security again with that," he says, gesturing. He gives your cock a quick squeeze through your pants, then disappears in the opposite direction.

You return to the line and get through with no problem this time. The TSA agent is still there, but he pointedly avoids making eye-contact with you, remaining calm and professional as he calmly directs the other travelers who somehow manage to struggle to follow procedure.

Finally, you collect your things and meet up with Lily. She's sitting on a bench waiting for you. It's clear from her expression that she's curious what happened to make you take so long.