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Around the World in 80 Orgasms Chapter 2: Brussels
Having just arrived in Brussels after a somewhat long flight courtesy of SABENA airlines, I was a little tired, felt dirty, and just wanted to relax. I went to the kiosk in the lobby of the airport to find out about hotels and was pleased to find an interesting young lad manning the booth. I spent the five minutes it took him to make a reservation staring at him (apparently to no avail) and was pleased when he handed me directions to the Hotel des Armes near the main plaza in town.
I jumped on the train and was soon treated to a spectacular view of the area between the airport and my destination. It appeared to be a lovely city, and I looked forward to wandering around once I had gotten settled.
I soon found myself alighting from the train and traversing the distance to the hotel. The directions I had been given were impeccable, and I soon found myself standing in front of a quaint little hotel overlooking the famous main square. I went in and had an enchanting conversation with the woman who ran the place, and was shown to my room.
As a student travelling on a student budget, I had carefully stayed away from the expensive tourist hotel. I found my room much to my liking. It was arrived at by climbing a very steep set of stairs, and then veering off down a tiny passageway. At the end of the passage was a very low door, maybe five feet high, and she opened it to reveal a charming little attic room with a lovely round window that overlooked the square. I thanked her and began settling in. I could barely move in the small room, but enjoyed the privacy immensely. I undressed and took a shower down the hall and went back to my room. I lay naked on the bed for some time, watching the people in the square below. From my vantage point, they could not see me, but I could see them.
I ran my fingers over my body as I relaxed and soon found myself with a tremendous hardon, aching for release. I pulled a worn magazine out of my bag and began luxuriously masturbating to the images before me. Soon, all my sense of where I was became lost and I earnestly brought myself to a wonderful climax. Lapping the semen from my fingers, I thought about what I wanted to do and see, perusing my guidebook while removing the sticky cum from myself.
Once I was dressed, I headed back to the restaurant below which served as the hotel headquarters as well. I spoke to the woman and told her that I was visiting Belgium for the first time and was open to any suggestion she could offer. I told her I was terrible with directions and that she would have to speak her French slowly as I was a a little rusty.
She smiled and said, in French of course, "I have a wonderful idea. Why don't you let my son show you around this afternoon and evening, and he can give you an idea of what to see tomorrow."
I thanked her and had a glass of wine while she went to retrieve her son. While I sat, I was thinking about what her son would most likely be like. Probably a young boy looking for a few dollar tip. I could handle it, and relished the company as long as he could handle my inadequacies with the language.
Imagine my surprise when her son turned out to be quite a handsome lad. I guessed at that moment that he might have been 18 or 19, and he was majestically beautiful in a peasant sort of way. He was tall, had immense shoulders and long tapered legs. His arms were Michaelangelo quality, and quite smooth. He had a pleasant face, not pretty but certainly not ugly either.
His mother made the introductions and we set off. We made idle chatter along the way, and I learned that Philipe was born in the hotel where I was staying and had rarely left Brussels. He definitely knew the town well, I must say. We visited many different places and he was patient and kind in explaining everything, satisfying my curiosity at every turn.
We ended up at a lovely little restaurant overlooking a quaint little river. Our table was on the patio and the food was spectacular. We chatted as we ate, and poured out our lives to each other in somewhat garbled french and english intermixed. Phillipe asked me about my girlfriend, and I was on the verge of making one up when I noticed the tenderness in his eyes. I couldn't lie to him, oh no!
"Phillipe, I don't have a girlfriend. I used to have one a long time ago, but I decided somewhere along the line that I didn't like girls. Do you understand?" I asked.
"Why that is marvelous, mon ami! I too like the boys. I was in hoping that you did as well." he said to my surprise.
He reached across the table and took my hands. He spoke in English, hesitantly. "I've not experienced the love of two men. Would you show me?"
What could I say? You all know me too well for me to say no, right? Right. "It would be my pleasure, Phillipe."
Phillipe insisted on paying the bill and we walked hand in hand through the cool evening back to the hotel. We climbed the steps to my little room and entered. I closed the door behind us and turned the key in the lock. I walked the two feet to where he was standing and took him in my arms, and hugged him tight. I could feel his nervous tremor as we embraced, and I gently pushed my fingers through his hair. We kissed, softly at first, then more passionately until we were both gasping for breath.
I backed up and began taking my clothes off. He did the same and we found ourselves wrapped up in each other on the narrow bed. He felt wonderfully soft and gentle as we explored each others bodies. His light whimpers as I stroked and kissed every inch of him drove me to intense passionate heights. I scooted to the foot of the bed and took his penis in my mouth. His hips bucked as my tongue wrapped gently around his shaft, and as I applied my patented sucking vacuum, he began writhing on the bed and muttering something I couldn't understand.
He pawed at my body as I continued to suck him off, and I swung my torso around so that he could taste my meat. With little effort, my cock sank into his waiting throat and his muffled groans felt wonderful against the skin of my shaft. For several long meaty moments, we sucked each other with abandon and gently received each others' orgasms.
Once spent, we lay back on the bed and talked for a while, all the while massaging and caressing each others' bodies. I looked down and was pleasantly surprised to find two stretching boners reaching up to the sky. Needing no further cue, I turned Phillipe over and began tonguing his asscheeks. As my interest in him grew, my tongue inched deep down inside his crack and found the object of my desire. I lovingly surrounded his hole with little kisses and licks, and finally honed in and sank my tongue into his willing hole. He giggled in delight.
I pushed one long thin finger inside of him and teased his prostate gland. He shrieked and begged for more, wiggling and writhing all over the bed. Three fingers later, I knew he was mine, and I hunched over him and sank my cock into his warm, tight ass. I moved slowly, allowing him to adapt to the intrusion, then began pummeling as I realized he wanted more.
Back and forth I rocked, sinking my cock in and out of his juicy ass, while he moaned and muttered beneath me. We were sweating bullets and making all kinds of noise, but neither of us seemed aware of it. Finally, with a powerful lunge I sank my cock deep inside him and began blasting semen into his willing caverns.
When it was all over, I flipped him gently over and discovered that he had cum all over himself in the process. We nestled in the bed and kissed, and fell promptly asleep. -- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Andrew L. Whitaker | author of "Dorm Encounters" and | The Horny R.A. | "Around the World in 80 Orgasms" | ---\/---> whitaker@athena.cs.uga.edu | and more. Write if you dare! |