Busman's holiday 15 cajuncock
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Busman's Holiday 15 cajuncock
The stranger stood next to me in the darkened bar. His finger working into my willing hole. No one else seemed to take notice. I moaned softly at the intrusion. My hand reached over to his bae cock, now stiff and dripping his pre-cum. He nibbled on my ea, then my shoulder causing me to moan louder. A few men turned toward us. The bartender, no longer busy serving drinks, stood with his hand on his own cock. Knowing what I needed and seeing no reason to be shy, I turned away from the stranger. My ass rubbed against his stiffness. He moaned and leaned in to kiss my neck. He gently pushed forward until i felt his tip push aside my ass lips. I gasped at the sudden intrusion andheld onto the edge of the bar. The smiling bartender walked over handing the stranger an opened bottle of poppers. The stranger pushed the bottle against my nose. I inhaled deeply knowing that I would need the drug to take that monster cock. The fumes overcame any hesitation on my part as i pushed back onto the thick, long shaft. The stranger moaned as I impaled my ass on his fuck stick. Another hit of poppers from the bartender was all it took to completely relax my ass muscles for the coming invasion/.
A small group had gathered around us to shield out activity from any other onlookers. Moaning men stroking stiff dicks encouraged us in our wanton debachery. I gasped and mittered a low word "Yes!". I saw a flash as the bartender used his cell phone to record my surrender to the monster cock. By this time I didn't care what else was going on. All that matter was the fullness filling my bowels and my own need for cocks. The bartender had jumped onto the bar to get a better view with his cell phone. The other patrons had long ago given up the pretense of ignoring us. Cocks were being fondled, sucked, and jerked all around. My master had now taken full control, pushing us into the open space in the middle of the bar. My surrender was on full display. Other cells were turned on lighting the scene. I was bent over a low stool. I faced the leaking cocks of the patrons of the bar. The tall, hunky bartender stood in front of me as he filmed. His stiff, bare cock was pulled out from the leg of his shorts. It was an inviting sight. I motioned for him to move closer until his tip grazed my wantng lips. I licked his shaft from his hary balls to the foreskin covered tip. I used my lips to push the skin back to ptesent me with a dark pink head with just a single, pearly drop at the end. I licked at that drop as he moaned.
The stranger at my rear, seeing me lick that tip, pushed me foward until the bell end was ladged in my mouth. I began to furiously suck as the bartender moaned and shoved more of his long piece into my mouth. The bartender handed the cell to the stranger and took my head in his hands to increase his own pleasure with my mouth. By now I was gone far beyond all reason. The loud music was drowned out by the moans of the sex crazed patrons. I felt men push their cocks against my back as they came. The floor was slippery with the many loads that had been dropped. But that did not stop one ortwo sexcrazed men from kneeling under me to suck my cock and balls. The added stimulation was pushing me close. The stranger pumped into me with an increasing furvor. With a mighty roar and a deep push he held himself as he unloaded into my body. He shuttered for a few mintues before pulling out.
The bartender pulled himself from my mouth and quickly moved behind me to take the empty space at my hole. I knew that this was going to be a long night. Sloppy seconds was no deterent to horny man. He grabbed my neck to pull me back for a deep, wet kiss. He whsipered "Fuck, I've been behind that bar for two nights watching others. Now it's my turn on your handsome ass." With hose words he plunged hisentore length into my well lubed hole. He was not to be a slow, gentle lover. He alternated hard, deep fucks with slow teasing thrusts. Hands reached under me to grab and twist my nipples bringing renwed pleasure to me. It had been an hour since I'd entered this bar and I had no idea when the pleasure would end. Many men took turns with my body. I was moved to a low, padded platform in the back of the bar. Poppers and shots were given to me all night. Finally, as the sun began to peak through the shutters the bar began to empty. I felt the many loads of cum drip down my legs as i went to the toilet to try to clean up. Once cleaned but still naked the bartender handed me a coffee. He'd not bothered to dress again as he cleaned the bar. We both left at the same time. Walking to the subway, he turned to me saying "I hope you enjoy yiur stay in Paris."
After a short subway ride, I returned to the hotel. The same desk clerk was on duty and asked if I'd had a good evening. I smiled and said "The best ever." He asked if I'd like my continental breakfast brought to my room. I agreed to the suggestion. Twenty minutes later, after a hot shower there was a knock at my door. I answered dressed in just a towel. There standing before me was a handsome young man with a tray and a suggestive smile on his face. He walked in to place the tray on a table by the window. As he turned he bumped into me forcing the towel to drop to the floor. Not missing a bear he knelt to pick it up. I looking down at his smiling face, the towel in his hand as he looked up at me. Then I knew that this would not be my last visit to Paris. Theboy, I couldn't guess his age, perhaps 16 or 17. After all this was a gay friendly hotel in Paris. His sandy hair flopped to the side, his crytal blue eyes looking up at my now naked body. I saw that the hand not holding the towel grabbed at histight fitting black jeans. His white shirt was unbuttoned half way down giving a view of an almost hairless chest. My cock re-hardened at the sight of this angel kneeling in front of me
I reached down to ruffle his hair and he moaned at my touch. He nodded his head eagerly at my unspoken question. Grabbing my hips he turned me around and buried his tongue in my ass hole seeking some unseen treasure left from the night before. I let him feast for a few minutes before pulling him to his feet. I kissed the lips that now tasted of my shower and the remnants of last night's activities. He moaned into my kiss as be began tearing off his shirt and jeans. In no time we were both naked. He relished my stiff,9 inch cut cock. I'd learned during the trip that many men in Europe were uncut and a cut cock was highly sought after. His smaller, uncut cock was surrounded by a pale blond bush. There were few hairs on his chest. This further brought my attention to his youth. But this youth was no virgin. When my finger rubbed against his opening he pushed back to take more as he moaned his need.
Knowing that he would soon be missed he fell onto his back on the bed. His abandoned clothing on the floor. He raised his opened legs revealing a winking, brown pucker with just a few blon hairs around it. I grabbed the lube from the table, lubed my cock and his hole. As i leaned in to kiss him I plunged my entire length into the hilt. He gabbed at my shoulders muttering his surrender to pleasure. I pumped slowly at first savoring his tightness. He pushed back urging me to go harder, faster. I obeyed his need and soon was filling him with my seed. As I filled him he shot his own teen load between us. With just a quiet "merci" he quickly cleaned us both and left. Now I truely needed a rest. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed the first day in Paris. Comments welcomed- jaskejr@Hotmail.com