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Summary:
Obie had met Carlos at Orly Airport, near Paris, while awaiting a flight to Cyprus. Unknown to each other prior to that day, they felt an immediate mutual attraction that led to Carlos, groping Obie's growing erection, just steps from the departure gate. Obie did not want things to get out of hand in sight of the other passengers and airline staff, therefore, he asked Carlos to simmer down and cover his own hard on with his backpack.
After takeoff, Obie joined Carlos towards the back of the aircraft and with enough privacy to be had, allowed his Peruvian friend to suck his already precum covered cock `in flight'.
Deciding not to reach the pinnacle of pleasure at 35,000 feet, Obie, opted to offer Carlos the option of picking things up again later that night in his hotel room.
The business meeting at the hotel, thankfully went well and I landed the account for my employer. My track record continued to improve, which assured a promising future with the firm, and, of course, more sales trips within Europe and soon, the Middle East, Asia, North and South America. Being single had it's advantages, it afforded the freedom to develop a carrier and, have fun, while at it.
During the meeting, my thoughts drifted off to Carlos. His Tom Cruise looks, his friendly, almost goofy demeanor, his attractive personality, hairy body, that prominent bulge under his jeans and yes, his skilled cocksucking, which made me edge twice while flying over the Mediterranean Sea.
Thinking of him, made my penis hard, and increasingly wet, while I was trying to focus on landing the account. I was able to cover the prominent precum wet spot on my pants, with a newspaper, but wondered if the hot, sexy, married, Greek Cypriot executive, sitting next to me at the conference, got a glimpse of my erection and resulting leaking of preseminal fluid. Maybe he did... and, maybe....just maybe...."Down Obie, Down"...
Prior to departing the meeting at the hotel, the executives I met with, treated me to a round of drinks at the lobby bar. We agreed to meet 2 days later at company headquarters to sign the deal.
Interestingly, my official' contact with the Nicosia account, would precisely be, that hot, sexy Greek Cypriot I was wondering' about. His name was Nick and he warmly shook my hand as I was about to board the cab to my own hotel. As the taxi left, I looked as he smiled and winked at me....and I suddenly felt my cock get hard again...
For now, focusing on a night out with Carlos was priority. First, we would meet at his hostel and go for drinks at a local bar I already knew, with a mixed, cosmopolitan clientele, mostly gay and bi men from all over the world.
Next, we would go to a typical Cypriot taverna for dinner and more drinks. Finally, I would take Carlos to some of the more secluded, dark,
medieval parts of town, where we could make out and grope each other, as a prelude to intense, passionate lovemaking later on in my hotel room. Just thinking of that, made my cock throb and stain my pants even more with thick precum....fuck, this guy Carlos, was making me hornier than usual...
Added to all this, was the fact that, due to a hectic work schedule, I had not even had a chance to jerk off in at least 5 days, therefore, I was fully loaded with a significant amount of semen, just waiting for Carlos to make me lose.
I wondered as well, if Carlos, had a full inventory of warm, Peruvian `leche' for me to receive and enjoy.....surely, we would find out soon enough...
Arriving at my hotel, I quickly checked in and went up to my room. Booking a jr suite, there was a living room, with a large leather sofa, a recliner, fully stocked wet bar and a private balcony overlooking an interior courtyard full of fruit trees, which afforded a sense of privacy and seclusion.
The bedroom featured a large bed with a canopy, 2 recliners, a large screen tv and a cd player.
Stepping in to the en suite bathroom, I was glad it had a large shower, big enough to hold at least 4 people, an even larger tub with jacuzzi jets and a nice assortment of gels and soaps. Ah, the perks of working for a nice, big, public relations and marketing agency.
It did not take long to figure out how much fun Carlos and I would be having in that suite...
Good thing it was booked for 5 nights...
My watch indicated it was 15 minutes past 6, so I decided to take a warm shower, shaved and put on my favourite pair of faded blue jeans, a black t shirt and a pair of Sicilian sandals I had purchased in Agrigento a few months ago. I opted to go commando. Also decided not to wear any after shave or cologne, just my natural scent.
Groping my semi erect dick, I left the room and walked over to the hostel where Carlos was staying at. I rang his room from the lobby and within 5 minutes he came down, surprisingly wearing the same items, jeans, t shirt and sandals.
Laughing out loud, we agreed to agree we had both sent each other signals to dress accordingly.
Carlos was evidently, also going commando, as I could make out his cock and balls through his equally worn and faded jeans.
We left the hostel and made our way to the aforementioned bar for drinks, followed by a light meal and some local wine at a typical Cypriot taverna.
Afterwards, I decided to take my friend from Lima to another bar, this one, with a `back room'.
After having 2 rounds of drinks and listening to some very loud club music, I grabbed Carlos by the hand and led him to the dark, `back room', which was filled with guys making out, grinding each other and a few, openly, masturbating some very hard and wet erections.
There was one older guy, getting sucked by a local Cypriot who looked to be at the most, 16 or 17.
I could tell Carlos was stunned upon seeing all these men, engaging in open sexual activities, inside a bar, in the middle of a large city.
He was also getting hard, very hard, so was I. We found a spot towards the far end of the room and began making out, feeding each other our hot, wet, probing tongues. We felt our cocks begin to leak precum and our foreskins retract, exposing our dickheads. Carlos and I, began a steady, rapid, grinding of our bulges, making each other moan and groan...there were other guys very close to us, doing the same ...the room was filled with an intoxicating aroma of pheromones and testosterone....we could also make out the faint smell of precum and spilled semen...
We both knew our jeans were already stained with preseminal fluid and that made us even hornier. We continued to savagely devour each other with our mouths and tongues until we got close to ejaculating inside our pants. At that point, we decided to leave the bar....
Given our state of arousal, we decided to skip the tour of medieval Nicosia and head straight to my hotel.