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They were living in the nineties – surely there must be some technology that can do this instead of humans? Paul thought to himself after being given his assigned duty for his shift, making his way out from the staff meeting room to his post. He had to go through a few sets of security doors to get to the Customs and Immigration section of the airport’s arrivals terminal.
He’d been working on the Berlin Tegel Flughafen security team for a year or so now, doing various roles, and although he’d had training on every aspect of his job today was the first day that he would potentially be doing a more unsavoury task. His peers had told him that it was a promotion of sorts, being entrusted with things of a more delicate nature, as they put it, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they meant it as a form of punishment. He had a big mouth which often landed him in trouble, and this was undoubtedly the result of his most recent spat with some of his colleagues.
Sighing inwardly, he straightened his uniform, checked everything that he would need was available and in easy reach - at five foot eight he was a few inches shorter than the majority of his male colleagues, and would frequently find that they put things he needed to do his job properly just out of reach, accidentally on purpose - put his security badge on its lanyard around his neck, then stepped into the public area of the terminal.
Threading his way through weary travellers to get to his main post he waited for his supervisor to tell him he was needed to conduct a more thorough search. He’d almost thought he’d got away without having to do one when the supervisor intercepted a handsome young man wearing sunglasses who had casually strolled in with a beautiful, giggling young woman on each arm.
After a brief, if somewhat heated exchange, Paul’s supervisor beckoned him over.
“Could you take this gentleman into one of the rooms for a thorough check, please?”
“I’ve told you - I don’t have any drugs or anything else illegal on me! This is ridiculous!”
Paul subconsciously glanced over the man in question from head to toe. He had black hair styled into short, vertical spikes, and now that he’d removed his sunglasses his blue-grey eyes were glaring at the supervisor. He had a strong jawline, and cheekbones that Paul was sure the two ladies would love to possess themselves. The man was wearing a light blue button down shirt that complimented his eyes, and a black leather jacket over it, black denim jeans, and perfectly polished black leather shoes to complete the outfit. Paul didn’t really pay any attention to the young women, other than to notice they weren’t giggling any more.
“Sir, the body scanner picked up an anomaly that you haven’t been able to explain to our satisfaction, so we need to investigate further. Please go with my colleague here, and we can sort this out. Ladies, I’m afraid you can’t wait here for…” the supervisor checked the passport he’d been handed by another member of the team, “…Herr Kruspe, for security reasons. I suggest you continue on through to the exit. Herr Kruspe can join you just as soon as we get this ironed out. Paul, please escort our ‘guest.’”
“Ladies, I’ll call you when I get out - it’s all a big misunderstanding…” Herr Kruspe called out as the two women were ushered away by another member of the team.
Realising he’d not got any choice in the matter, the man followed Paul through security doors - burly guards posted on either side of them acting as a deterrent against making a run for it - and down a brightly lit hallway to a room unlocked by a microchip embedded in Paul’s security pass. Paul gestured for the other man to enter ahead of him, pausing to slide a sign on the outside of the door so it read as ‘occupied.’
“Do we really have to go through all this performance? This is a big mistake - one which will result in you hearing from my lawyers! I want to speak to your supervisor…”
As the door clicked shut - and automatically locked - behind him, Paul let out an exasperated sigh.
“You were just speaking with my supervisor - believe me, I’m just about as happy with this situation as you are! The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can both get on with our days.”
The taller man made an annoyed sound but realised he was getting angry at the wrong person. He decided to try and make light of the situation.
“So, who did you piss off to get the pleasure of this assignment, then?”
Paul looked up from the table where he was preparing himself. He’d rolled up his shirt sleeves as high as they would go, and had donned disposable elbow-length protective gloves. He replied as he picked up the lubricant and bowl - for depositing anything recovered in the search - to bring over to the examination couch.
“No-one, and maybe everyone…” At the ‘client’s’ raised eyebrows he elaborated, “I seem to get into quite a few rows with my colleagues, usually as a result of having to defend myself against their homophobic comments. They’re probably hoping that you’ll beat the crap out of me for, well…”
“Potentially taking the literal crap out of me?” Herr Kruspe finished for him, with a hint of amusement.
“Um…yeah…”
“And there was me thinking they’d singled me out because of my job!”
“Your job?” Paul asked, confused.
“I’m an actor - I’ve just got back from doing a press junket for my new film - maybe you’ve seen one of my interviews on late-night chat shows?”
Paul had uncapped the container of lube while they’d been chatting and was wondering how best to approach the subject of how to conduct the search.
“No, can’t say I have - I tend to work a lot of night shifts as I’m one of the few people here still single. No one waiting for me at home. So, you’re famous then or something?”
“Apparently not as famous as my publicist would have me believe!” Kruspe said with a smile.
A beautiful smile on a definitely handsome man, Paul thought.
“I’m guessing that since you’re gay you’re probably the best person to do this then - you’ll be used to getting it just right so that it won’t hurt.”
“Actually, I’ve never done this before…”
Kruspe laughed. “Very funny, trying to scare me, huh? So, you’re normally the ‘bottom’ then? You’ll at least know how much you need for you, then. Whatever that amount is - use double, okay?”
Paul looked distinctly uncomfortable and embarrassed, his cheeks were burning and the tips of his ears were tinged pink.
“I thought I was the one who should be looking like that, I’m the one who’s going to be getting a complete stranger’s hand up my arse!”
Used to making strangers at ease due to the numerous publicity events he’d attended, Kruspe tried to discover what was making the airport employee act so weirdly when he was just doing his job.
“I didn’t catch your name earlier…”
“Paul.”
“Hi Paul, I’m Richard. Pleased to meet you!”
He held out his hand with mock solemnity. Paul laughed softly and shook the proffered hand. “Likewise.”
“Okay, so we’re friends now. How about you tell your new best friend why you’ve gone an interesting shade of pink.”
“I’ve never done this before,” Paul gestured at the couch, and the equipment next to it.
“I’m your first victim?” Paul nodded in response. “That’s okay, I’m sure you’ve had the proper training…” Another nod. “In which case I’m sure you’ll do fine, even though you’ve only ever been on the receiving end of this type of thing…” Paul shook his head.
Richard paused, taking note of that. “You said you’d not done this to someone else before, and now you’re saying you’ve not had it done to you…”
“Right…”
The actor regarded the other man. “Paul, are you telling me you’re a…”
“Virgin, yeah.” Paul didn’t know why he was telling this young man very personal information, but for some reason he felt that he could talk to him about anything.
“Okay, so you’ve not found the right guy yet. That’s okay, maybe I can introduce you to some of my friends, you’re cute, I’m sure at least one of them would like to get to know you, especially after I tell them how we met!”
“You think I’m cute?”
“For a guy, yeah. I’m straight myself, as you probably noticed from the two beauties I arrived with.”
“Really? I thought they were your sisters…” Paul smiled.
Richard snorted. “Cute and funny! My friends will think you’re a snack!”
Paul smiled shyly, his cheeks still a rosy hue from his earlier embarrassed admission, blue eyes sparkling under the artificial lights of the examination room.
“Anyway, if I’m going to have any hope of getting back to those ladies today, we better get on with business. Won’t your supervisor be wondering why we’re taking so long?”
“Actually, these things can take a long time, depending on how relaxed the client is, so you don’t need to worry about someone walking in during the examination. Plus there’s that screen blocking the view from any angle if the door does get opened.”
“Right, so how do you want me?”
On your back with your legs in the air, and my cock balls deep in your ass.
“I’m told that it’s more comfortable for the client to be either laid on their front or on all fours with legs together, as parting the legs tends to constrict the, er, opening.” Paul replied, lowering the examination couch so that Richard could climb on and position himself, pulling a roll of paper sheeting down to cover the couch and give the client a clean surface to rest on.
“I’ll turn round while you undress and get ready…”
Richard had already removed his shoes and had his jeans halfway off before Paul had finished his sentence.
“Actor, remember - I’m used to getting naked in front of a studio full of people with cameras pointed at me. One person in a camera-free room doesn’t phase me.” Richard explained, grinning, as he stripped off his boxer shorts as well.
“Um… I…er… right…” Paul could feel the heat rising to his cheeks again, and when Richard got up onto the couch, on all fours with his backside in the air, he felt the blood rush to his other head.
Fuuuuuuuck….he’s gorgeous…all over!
“Okay, let’s get this over with. First I’m going to apply the lube…”
“Lots of lube…” Richard interjected.
“Right, then I use this to gently open you up,” Paul gestured to a device that resembled the apparatus gynaecologists use to give women their check-ups, Richard swallowed a little nervously but nodded, “then I will be able to examine you properly. Is there anything you want to declare before I start? Am I going to find anything?”
“Other than what I last had to eat, no.” Richard tried to keep his tone light, but that piece of equipment did look like something out of a medieval torture scene.
“Okay, try to relax…”
Daubing the first bit of lube with his gloved fingers onto Richard’s entrance, Paul felt both nervous and a bit turned on. The taller man hissed from behind clenched teeth before uttering a single word, “Cold!”
“Oops, sorry! Hopefully the next lot won’t be as bad…”
“Nope…still cold!”
Paul bit back an evil grin. He applied some lube to the speculum, lining it up with Richard’s anus.
“This should be able to just glide in at first, but I’ll take it slowly for you…”
Richard nodded, steeling himself mentally for what was about to come. As soon as he felt the hard object pressing against him, he clenched tight instinctively, impeding further progress.
“Relax…otherwise I could hurt you unintentionally.”
“Easy for you to say….”
As Richard exhaled, after taking a steadying breath, his muscles relaxed and Paul was able to push the speculum further in without much pressure.
“How is that? Not too uncomfortable I hope?”
Richard’s voice was slightly shaky. “Weird, but not too painful so far….”
“Good. If that changes let me know and I can pause.”
“It’s okay - carry on. Time’s a-wasting.”
Paul pushed the speculum in as far as it would go, then slowly started to use the ratcheting part to gradually open Richard wider. When he was certain it was wide enough, Paul added some more lube, this time coating the hand that would be doing the search.
“Are you ready for the next part?”
“No, but I’ll refer you to my previous comment.”
Hesitantly at first, Paul pushed his fingers into the opening that the speculum had helped create. As he went deeper inside Richard shuddered, cursing under his breath. Paul curled his fingers as he carefully probed his way around, the tips brushing up against a bundle of nerves which caused Richard to buck his hips, and his cock to start hardening.
“Fuuuuck! What was that? Do it again!”
Paul obligingly repeated the action, which garnered the same result.
“That was…so fucking… hot! I’m beginning to understand the attraction to gay sex! We need to get you laid as soon as possible, Paul, trust me! Now, massage that spot again!”
“This isn’t supposed to be fun for you, I’ve got a job to do, I can’t spend all my shift hitting your p-spot!” As much as the thought of that is turning me on right now.
“You’re right, sorry! Please, continue…”
Paul finished the examination, accompanied by a few more expletives from Richard whenever Paul’s hand brushed against his prostate.
“There, all done! Just give me a moment to clean up your undercarriage, then you can get dressed again.”
The shorter man carefully removed the speculum, placing it in the bowl ready to be given a thorough sanitisation later, then grabbed some more of the paper towel roll, tearing a few sheets off so he could wipe all the excess lube off the other man. Job done, he stepped back so that Richard had room to dismount from the couch.
As the actor stood upright, stretching himself to get rid of the tension in his back muscles, Paul was given the view of the other man’s erection. Noticing the direction of Paul’s gaze Richard smirked.
“Now look what you’ve gone and done! How am I supposed to walk out of here nursing a hard-on?”
“Fold your jacket over your arms, and hold them in front of you?”
“Good thinking! Before I go, I meant what I said about getting you laid. Write down your phone number, I’ll call you next time I’m going to a party, I can introduce you to everyone.”
“That’s kind of you to offer, but I doubt that your friends would find me in any way interesting!”
“Don’t put yourself down! Now, come on, let’s have that number, and then you can tell your supervisor that I passed the exam with flying colours.”
Paul relented and wrote his name and number on some of the clean paper roll, putting it inside Richard’s passport, which his supervisor had given to him on his way to the exam room.
“If you follow me, I’ll show you to the doors that will lead you to the outside, without having to pass through crowds of people.”
“Thanks, I hope your supervisor doesn’t give you a hard time after this, especially as you’ve nothing to show for it.”
“I’m sure he will, but I don’t care. I’m not planning on staying in this job forever, I took this on as a fallback plan.”
“Good for you!”
As the pair returned to the corridor beyond the room, Paul guided Richard through the set of doors at the other end, unlocking them with his ID, then a couple of twists and turns to another set of doors, beyond which Richard could see people milling around waiting for loved ones to clear customs checks.
Before stepping through Richard put his sunglasses back on and, checking there weren’t any people or security cameras looking their way, surprised Paul by giving him a quick peck on the lips. He pushed through the unlocked doors and strode quickly towards the external revolving doors. Paul secured the internal doors and turned to retrace his steps first to the exam room to clean up, licking his lips contemplatively while he considered how to write up his report in what his supervisor would deem a satisfactory manner.