Flight Attendant

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You have that fantasy of "a man in an uniform"? If you do, don't worry, you are just one of thousands. It seems to be that 90% of the population, men and women, have that "crush" on the uniform. I don't know why that is. People have a crush on a uniform with the only idea of stripping the person who wears it! Strange, isn't it? Anyway, I am one of those persons who wear the uniform. Not really a glamorous one, but a uniform nonetheless. I work as a flight attendant. Yes, I am a waiter in the air!

I chose for that kind of work because it allows me to travel. Why else? Yes, yes, I know, the famous mile-high club! Well, believe me or not, I am not even part of it! It exists, that's for sure. But I am not a member.

The travels I made have never been as fantastic as some of my colleagues pretend. You know, if you are working on short distance, you leave in the morning and you are back home at night. If you work on the long haul, you work quite some hours and when you reach your destination, most of the time, you are too tired to do anything at all. You go to the hotel the company reserved for you, you eat something and you go to bed to SLEEP! We have to face the changes of time zones all the time and sometimes the jet-lag really gets to us as well, not only the passengers. But nonetheless, I love my job. There were a few flights where we were stationed in a foreign place for several days and it really gives the time to visit the place. Sometimes it is just great. Other times, depending on the work you had the days before, you spend more time in your hotel room than anywhere else.

It also depends on your colleagues. As it is normal with the human race, there are people you get along with very well, and others you really prefer to avoid. It has happened more than once that I had an affair with colleagues, but as you know, sex and work don't really match well. There is quite some jealousy and the gossip is most of the time the favorite pastime of people who can't get what they want. I had my share of sexual activities, but never let myself get involved emotionally. I am not bad looking (one of the "musts" to get the job in most airline companies) and attracted the attention of as well male as female co-workers, being it pilots or other flight attendants. You want to know if I was promiscuous in my days? Yes, I was. I am not proud of it, but I am not ashamed of it.

My routine changed completely the day I met Sebastian. Sebastian was one of the co-pilots. He was stunningly beautiful, handsome and gorgeous. Yes, I was smitten when I saw him the first time. At the time I was in my mid-thirties and Sebastian was as well. He had that typical look of what is known today as gorgeous: broad shoulders, slim waist, strong chest and pectorals. He was working out on a regular basis (as I would discover later) and took great care of his body and health. The most beautiful feature he had was his piercing eyes and that eternal five-o'clock shadow on his square chin.

The first flight we had together was a short one. We left in the morning and were back around six o'clock at night. During that flight I looked for any possible excuse to go to the cockpit, offering drinks and food more than was necessary. Sebastian had always a bright smile on his face when I came in. Even though being gay in that type of work is nothing extraordinary, you actually never can be sure of someone's sexual orientation. Ok, it is a common and silent agreement to not insist if someone says "no". I was a lovesick puppy! At the start it was not love. No, it was lust. I admit it. But I don't know why, I couldn't do the first step to get closer to Sebastian. There was something about him that forced me to respect him. I don't know why, but I wanted him as a friend even if there was never something sexual between us.

The second flight was more than a month later. Strangely enough, he remembered my name and his handshake was firm and a little longer than for politeness purposes. One of the things I liked particularly about him was that he looked you in the eyes when he talked to you. There was a lot of sincerity in that look.

I was trying to shake myself awake, because I was not reacting in a normal way. Or was it that for once I really acted normal? Who knows? Anyway, we had a long-haul flight. We would leave in the morning and reach destination after a full eight hours flight. So, we were bound to have an overnight stop and this time it was a three-day stop.

The flight was smooth and uneventful. We had left the rain and the cold and eight hours later we were at a destination where it was full summer. We gave over the plane to the crew that had to go on with it and we went to the hotel in the ever-present mini-bus. We checked in a nice hotel (privilege of airline employees). As all the other flight attendants were women, I had a room for my own. Sebastian was obliged to bunk with the pilot. Surprisingly enough, I didn't mind. As I told you, I am not the one doing the first step and even though Sebastian was nice and very friendly, I had not told him what I was thinking or wanting. As the flight had been southwards, we didn't have the problem of the jet-lag and had more than time enough to freshen up before going to the hotel restaurant for an evening meal. It was Sebastian who asked me it I was up for a drink at the bar before supper. I agreed, almost too eagerly. I went up to my room and showered and changed before going down to the bar at the appointed hour.

Sebastian was already nursing a drink when I arrived. When he saw me, his smile got as bright as the sunshine. He asked what I wanted and I almost said "you" but was sane enough to just ask for a Gin and Coke. We had some small talk before the pilot and one of my female colleagues joined us. I wanted more than anything to have some quite supper with Sebastian alone, but as I wasn't saying anything, he couldn't know. It was clear, during the meal that the pilot and my colleague wanted to leave the table as soon as possible, but they were as polite as possible. They refused politely coffee and liquor and were wishing us goodnight before long. Once we were alone, Sebastian mentioned that he would have to go to the reception to see if they had an available room. It was not the first time he was on the same flight as this pilot and that he had to ask for a supplementary room.

• You see, he said, when he conquers a female, he abuses of his position as first pilot and just expects the co-pilot to find a solution. He will take the woman to his room and it will be like that for the three nights we are here. When he has company, he considers the room as his. But he shows a nice attention. We will go up and you will see that my overnight bag will be at the door.

We went to the reception but after a few minutes Sebastian came back saying that there was a convention in town and that the hotel had no available rooms. I couldn't believe my luck. As a good co-worker I suggested he could share the room I had, as there were twin beds and I was alone in my room. He had no choice other than accepting my invitation. We went up to his room, and just as he had predicted, his overnight bag was at the door. He took it and followed me to my room. Once inside, he emptied his bag and hung up his clothes in the closet. He then said he was taking a shower and I said ok while I flipped through the television channels, acting as normal as possible. Sebastian disappeared in the bathroom and I heard the shower running. I was tempted to try to have a glimpse but thought better of it. After some time, Sebastian came out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. He fished some sweatpants from his things and went back into the bathroom to put them on. I pretended to be interested in what I was watching on TV but secretly stole some glimpses of his bare upper body. He was even more beautiful than what my imagination had allowed me to think.

Sebastian let himself fall on the free bed, putting some pillows behind his head and getting comfortable. I pretended to watch TV and after a few minutes I was surprised to hear a soft snoring. I looked over and saw he had his eyes closed, one hand on his crotch and the other over his nipple. It was such a hot sight. I took out my cell phone and snapped a few pictures for later masturbating fantasies. I had secretly hoped for other activities, but had to resign switch off the television and the lights and get some sleep myself.

I woke up to the sunshine seeping through the curtains. On the bed next to me, Sebastian was still asleep. He must have turned around quite a lot during his sleep as the sheets were really messed up and the waistband of his sweat pants were lower than before I drifted to sleep. The beginning of his crack was visible and I could have looked at it during hours. I once again took my cell phone and snapped a few more pictures. Even though I was almost paralyzed by the sight of this nice specimen of a man, I got up and went for a shower and shave. When I came out of the bathroom, Sebastian was awake and I couldn't avoid noticing the tenting in his sweat pants. From the look of it, he must have a decent sized cock. Sebastian acted as if there was nothing special going on. He didn't try to hide his morning wood, but didn't acknowledge it. He got up and disappeared in the bathroom while I was dressing. After his shower and shave he came out the same way he had done the night before, just wrapped in his towel. He went to the closet and took some white briefs but didn't go back to the bathroom to put them on. He just dropped the towel and stepped into his briefs. I had a chance to have a nice look at his bubble butt and I immediately felt a swelling in my groin. Sebastian acted nonchalantly and dressed similar as what I had put on. We were soon on our way to have our breakfast. We enjoyed the ample buffet that was on display.

• Having breakfast as a King, lunch as a Prince and dinner like a Beggar, keeps you healthy, he said.

And with that he started to fill up his plate. I was amazed and the quantity of food he was absorbing. Looking at his body, it was impossible to imagine he had such a healthy appetite. I had been able to see that he had not an ounce of fat on him and nonetheless, he was eating as if he hadn't had a decent meals in days or weeks. It was actually nice to see him eat. He took his time and selected his food carefully. It took him almost fifteen minutes more than me to finish his plate.

After breakfast he suggested to have a little discovery trip around the place and see if there was anything interesting. I just wanted to have more time with him and discover who he was, and so I accepted his suggestion. We rented a car and went for a drive. Sebastian was at the wheel and I had the map in my hands, trying to find out where we would see the most interesting or beautiful sites. I loved the place. The clear blue sky and bright shinning sun were adding to the general beauty of the natural flora of the place. We found a little path with a sign towards a picnic space, but we had to leave the car behind. We walked for a bit less than an hour to reach the place and were pleasantly surprised to find a little house that was fitted between the threes and the bushes. We noticed it was a little bar where we could order soft drinks and even some food. There was even a daily plate and that day it was a warm and delicious-looking rice dish with vegetables and chicken and even some shrimps. It made me think about Spanish Paella. We ordered and sat down at one of the four tables covered by an umbrella. This place was absolutely magnificent and peaceful with stunning views.

Sebastian and I talked without stopping. For once we didn't have to speak about work! He told me a lot about his childhood and family. He was clearly very proud about his parents and I could feel he loved them dearly. He came from a modest background and had worked his way up, working and studying at the same time. His parents had helped him as much as they could, but it was not enough to go through the studies he wanted to achieve and become a pilot, a childhood dream. There was no mention of a girlfriend or wife, nut neither about a boyfriend. I told him a little about my own background and admitted it had been easier. I had wanted to follow his steps, but for me it was totally out of range as I was an absolute zero in several of the branches to reach the title of pilot.

We didn't stop talking, even when we walked back to the car and back to the hotel. Sebastian was so easy to talk with and I really felt at ease with him. I wanted to ask him about a hundred times if he was gay, but the conversation didn't go that way. At the moment, I didn't realize we were setting the basic stones for a very nice friendship. We learned a lot about each other and we probably told the other things we wouldn't tell some co-workers. The time flew by and we were soon seated again for our evening meal at a little restaurant close to the hotel. As soon as we were in my room again, Sebastian stripped and disappeared in the bathroom. I stripped as well and wrapped a towel around my waist, waiting for Sebastian to finish in the bathroom. He came out completely naked and this time I could feast on his bubble butt, but as well on a very nice dick hanging over his balls. He didn't hurry or wasn't particularly slow to put his sweat pants on and lay down on his bed. I had almost to rush into the bathroom to prevent him to see my swelling cock under my towel. Under the cascading water of the shower, my hands went down and stroked my cock. It didn't take me long to reach a tremendous orgasm. When I came out of the bathroom, Sebastian was once again snoring softly. I had to resign to not having anything with him, but I was genuinely happy and content about the day we had spent together. I drifted off to sleep as quickly as he had done. It was a healthy and peaceful sleep.

The next morning Sebastian told me he wanted to go to a nearby beach, but he immediately added it was a nudist beach. I wanted to go with him but at the same time I didn't know if I would able to control my dick. Being naked with Sebastian would not be easy. He seemed to read my mind as he said there were more men having a hard-on on that beach. So, I accepted his suggestion and we took our beach towels and stopped at a local shop for some sun-cream. I hadn't seen a beach in quite some time and didn't want to end the day completely burned. At the beach he took off his clothes as if it was the most natural thing. I followed his lead. We put quite some sun cream on our bodies and I did his back as he did mine. His hands on my skin were feeling so nice! He had hands of a professional masseur. Before laying down to soak up some sun, we went to have a swim in the sea. The water was fresh but not cold and was doing miracles in my whole body. It was actually fresh enough to make my cock shrivel up to almost nothing. I was glad for that. Coming out of the water we lay down on our towels and the sun was drying us very fast. We were talking again and getting to know each other even more. At one point a couple walked by, both naked and Sebastian stopped talking, watching them in awe. I didn't know if he was watching the man or the woman, as they were both stunning nice to look at. Once they were out of reach to hear us, Sebastian said they were really nice to look at. He didn't say she or he ... just they! I wanted to ask him who of both he was looking at, but I didn't dare. He then turned to me and asked if I agreed they were a perfect match. I said I agreed wholeheartedly.

• Who were you actually looking, he then asked.

I was suddenly very shy and didn't know if I should answer him the truth or if I had to stay safely neutral. I had to make up my mind rapidly as my silence could become awkward. I wondered why I had so much problems being honest with him on this particular subject.

• They are indeed a perfect match, I said. She can easily be a model of some kind, but he is stunning! I guess he gets looks as well from women as from men.

• You don't want to compromise, do you? Sebastian asked.

He looked at me quizzically. I looked at him and was still wondering if I should come out to him or not. We had that budding friendship and I didn't want to lose it. The short time we had been sharing our lives and thoughts were important to me, but then again, in our profession, gays were numerous.

• I have to admit I looked at him, I said. He is gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you are.

Sebastian had a smile on his face when I said that. It was as if he felt triumphant with my reply, as if he received a long awaited confirmation of what he thought. He was not even surprised if I had to believe the look in his eyes.

• Thank you for the compliment! You are not bad looking yourself.

I was blushing at that. I felt that warmth on my cheeks and I knew they were turning a deeper shade of red. I had never been like that before. I had received quite some compliments in the past, but this time was like something special. I wondered what was going on with me. I was speechless and I didn't know how to react. Sebastian leaned over and patted my back.

• Don't worry please, he said. If I didn't want to be with you, I wouldn't be here, right? I think you are one fine specimen and I enjoy your company. I somewhere hoped I would have a stronger effect on you!

I felt so dumb because I didn't know what he meant exactly. Was he flirting with me? Was he coming on to me? Did he want me? What did he mean with "you're not bad looking yourself"? I felt so stupid, because I wanted him and I didn't know how to make it clear to him. I couldn't possibly tell him I wanted to have him in my bed instead of the other bed in the bedroom. I never had problems with guys I wanted to have sex with, and here I was ... speechless and without knowing how to act. On top of it all, we were both naked on a secluded beach with the sun and the ocean as companions. I wanted to tell him a million things and not a word came out of my mouth. The only thing I could feel was his hand on my shoulder. It sent a million sparks through my whole body.

• I ... I don't ... I want ... oh shit, I said. Sorry Sebastian, I am making a fool of myself. I never had a problem expressing myself, and here I am ... not making sense at all...

Sebastian looked at me with his dazzling smile. I was trying to relax, but the more I tried, the more nervous I got. But Sebastian seemed to understand it all. After all, we had been learning to know each other for two days now. He stood just in front of me, with both his hands on my shoulders, looking me straight in the eyes and said:

• Don't worry, because I think you are a very attractive guy! Yes, I am gay and I think you are as well. Isn't it?

I looked up when he said that and asked him why he had not tried anything during those two days.

• Well, it is actually quite easy. As we both know "our" world, we know that most of the guys have sex and after that, if it was good, try to see if there is more. I always try to do it the old-fashioned way: first I try to learn to know a guy, and when I see there is affinity, when I see there could be more, then, and only then, I will think about lovemaking. With you, since our first flight when you desperately tried to catch my attention coming into the cockpit more than necessary, I knew I wanted to know you more. When I saw our schedules, I crossed my fingers and hoped we would have the time and the opportunity to see whom the other is. I was so pleasantly surprised to discover the person that is hidden behind that uniform. I am not ready to jump your bones yet and I admit it is difficult to refrain myself. I think we make a chance to appreciate each other and even consider a possible future together, but I want it based on emotions and feelings and not on pure lust.

That I was surprised is very weak. His little speech made my heart beat faster. Here I had a gorgeous guy who had really something positive in his head. He was smart and intelligent and didn't follow that trend of most of the guys. He had values and looked at the important things in life and even more important: he looked to build a relationship with real foundation. He was not looking for the apparent beauty of a guy and how he was using his dick, no, he looked at the inner beauty that is always nestled in the heart and in the brain. With his little speech, Sebastian had stolen my heart. I remember very clearly that it was at that precise moment that I really fell in love with him. Suddenly, the sex part lost most of its importance. Don't understand me wrong, I still wanted to have sexual intercourse with him, but I realized it would have to be lovemaking and not just animalistic sex.

All these thoughts ran through my head at a vertiginous speed. Sebastian had lit a wick of a very special candle. I had to admit I had completely misunderstood his actions. I had thought he was straight and just that was a mistake: I saw him as a sexual person instead of looking at him as just a person. Being gay is a part of someone personality, but it doesn't define that person. Sebastian had not initiated the pleasure of the flesh before he at least knew something about me. He had unconsciously forced me to do the same and I could only be grateful for it.

We were standing there, on that beach, his hand on my shoulders and mine on his waist. He looked me straight in the eyes and I answered his look with mine. Our eyes were literally locked together. We were oblivious of the world around us. We were communicating with the eyes. Without saying a word, we were talking to each other. I felt an inner peace that I hadn't known in years! My nervousness had suddenly left me completely. Sebastian felt it, too. We sat down again on our towels and he took two sodas out of a little cooler and we sipped our drinks, watching the sea and the few people that passed by. Where I had been afraid of having a hard-on looking at him being naked on a beach, that fear had disappeared as well because I looked at him as a person and not a sexual possibility.

When Sebastian suggested we would have to put on more sun cream, his hands still felt nice and still had that electrifying effect on me, but only because it was him, not because I was thinking sexually. I was stunned at my own reactions, but I also felt happy and, in a certain way, more human. For once I was thinking with my head above and not with my head below. Our conversation went on and on. As the stress I had before had disappeared, the conversation was flowing easier. We had more laughs. We even touched each other more, but it was "natural". We thoroughly enjoyed our day and each other's company. We swam and put on even more sun cream to avoid burning. It was only when the temperature started to be cooler that we realized the sun was setting down. We grabbed our things and went back to the hotel. We even showered together without any sexual game. We had to rub off the remaining of the sun lotion and apply some after-sun. We dressed and went out for our last meal as the next day we were flying back home.

Over that last meal we discussed a little bit what the future would hold for us. We knew our schedules would not be the best way to have a lot of time together. We couldn't possibly arrange to have the same flights all the time. It was almost impossible to have the guys, who made the planning, make our flights coincide, as the same team did not do the planning for pilots and the planning for flight attendants. We knew it would be difficult to find time for ourselves with the hectic hours we were working. Despite of that, we both wanted to get to know the other even more than we did. After the meal we headed back to the hotel and up to our room. We undressed simultaneously and without even agreeing on it, lay down on the same bed. I was on my back with a pillow behind my head and Sebastian just lay down next to me with his head on my chest. I wrapped an arm over his shoulder and that is how we fell asleep. During the night we must have shifted positions as I found myself spooning Sebastian when I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock.

After the shower and shave session, we dressed in our uniforms and went down for breakfast. The other members of the crew soon joined us and before we even realized it, we were on our way to the airport. We checked in at the personnel's office and were aboard in no time, preparing the plane for the passengers. As we were quite busy time flew by and we were airborne without any delay. When I headed to the cockpit for the pilots meals and drinks, Sebastian had a bright smile on his face and even winked at me a few times. The rest of the flight went smooth and I was surprised when the pilot announced the arrival to our destination. Once all the passengers had left the plane, the pilot and Sebastian came out of the cockpit. Just before he left the plane he came over to me and slipped a paper in my jacket pocket. I soon found out it was his card with full name, address and home phone number as well as his cell phone one.

Once I was in my car I texted him, asking if he wanted to come over to my place for an evening meal. It took him about thirty seconds to answer me:

"Better meet at a restaurant as I don't know how much longer I will be able to keep my hands off of you! XXX"

The roles were reversed. Now it was him who wanted a more intimate contact. I wrote back to him:

"I don't mind! But we said we would take it slow, so restaurant it is. You know Julio's Place? XXX"

His answer was fast again:

"Yes, be there at seven! XXX"

I looked at my watch and saw I had time to go home, check on mail and e-mails, water the plants and have a shower. I reached my condo and emptied the letterbox. Junk mal was the majority of it and the rest were invoices. I opened the door to my place and immediately went to open the windows as the place had been shut for almost a week. I took off my uniform and hung it up in the closet. The rest I put in the washer and as I was naked now, I jumped into the shower. Once dried off, I switched on the computer and checked my e-mails. There as well, the majority of them were junk mail. The only interesting e-mail was from my brother who announced his engagement. He added an invitation to celebrate with his sweetheart. I immediately answered that I would be delighted to go celebrating with them, as long as my schedule allowed it.

At seven o'clock sharp I was at Julio's Place. I knew that restaurant for years now and had never been deceived when going there. They served traditional Italian food, but with the magic touch of Mama who ran that kitchen as the matriarch she was. When you asked her a recipe, she always threw her arms in the air saying that some secrets would never been revealed. Julio, her husband, was the absolute chief of the restaurant, except for the kitchen. He had an extraordinary memory and remembered the names of all his regular clients, even if they came only once a year. I told him I was expecting company and he said:

• If your company is Sebastian, he is already seated!

That's how I knew Sebastian was a regular client as well. I sat down in front of him and Julio brought us both our favorite drink. We didn't have to look at the menu, as we knew it by heart, but also because we also trusted Mama in the kitchen. Every day she had a special dish that was not on the menu and that Julio "reserved" for his best clients. We told him we would have the dish of the day and Julio smiled at our choice. He didn't say what it was but just revealed it was one of Mama's secret recipes of chicken.

As we were waiting for our meal, we talked again just like the day before. It was amazing how much we had to talk about and how much we discovered about each other. We had so much in common. The things we didn't agreed on were talked over and then left aside. I remembered my father's words that said that the best way to keep a friend is to avoid speaking about religion and politics. That was exactly what we did.

The meal was delicious, as usual. After the coffee and paying the bill Sebastian surprised me with a single question:

• Your place or mine?

My apartment was closer to the restaurant. Sebastian followed me in his car and as the doors of the elevator shut, he wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me softly. It was tender and gentle. His sensuous lips brushed against mine and his tongue searched an entry to my mouth. I answered his kiss by opening my mouth slightly and soon our tongues met for the first time. We broke the kiss only because we had reached my floor and the doors opened. I led Sebastian to my place. I handed him my keys. He looked at me quizzically.

• It is just a small way to show you I trust you, I said.

His hands were slightly shaking when he inserted the key. Once I shut the door behind us, Sebastian was all over me. The tender and gentle kiss we shared in the elevator was suddenly replaced by a kiss of hunger and passion. He was holding my face in his hands while his mouth was on mine and that our tongues were dueling in the hot cavern of our mouths. Saying Sebastian was assertive would be an understatement. He knew what he wanted and how to get it. I wasn't complaining, on the contrary! Nonetheless, I pushed him a little bit away from me looking in his eyes and asked him:

• Are you sure about this?

He answered me with another question:

• Have you ever heard a song called "Forever begins tonight" ?

I had to admit I hadn't. He fished out his cell phone and opened the Web browser and typed in:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-W1x1rZuXVo (real link)

and the song started to play:

We made a pact to take the time ?To get to know each other deep inside? No rushing in to cross the line? It may be a little old fashioned but it feels so right Been holding back for so long? What feels so right can't be wrong? Baby, you can read it in my eyes? Let's write the story of our lives tonight Don't be afraid, turn down the light? Baby, move in closer, it's gonna be alright? This is the moment we'll remember all our lives? Forever begins tonight I know you fear those butterflies? But let me tell you a secret, so am I? But it's okay, baby, it's alright? Just follow our hearts now what we feel inside, yeah Been holding back for so long? What feels so right can't be wrong? Baby, you can read it in my eyes? Let's write the story of our lives tonight Don't be afraid, turn down the light? Baby, move in closer, it's gonna be alright? This is the moment we'll remember all our lives? Forever begins tonight And I know we will be one? When we see the morning sun Don't be afraid, turn down the light? Baby, move in closer, it's gonna be alright?T his is the moment we'll remember all our lives? Forever begins tonight

I had tears in my eyes when the song finished. It was so beautiful and it fit the moment perfectly. I knew, without the slightest doubt that Sebastian was indeed sure of what he was doing. I looked in his eyes again and saw love. Don't ask me to describe it, because I wouldn't be able to. It was so strong and so sincere. In that single moment, Sebastian showed me he loved me and was falling in love with me. He wanted us together with all the difficulties it would include.

He leaned in again for another kiss and I met him halfway. Our lips were sealed together. Our tongues were suddenly only one. I breathed in his air as he did mine. His arms were wrapped around my neck as mine were holding him firmly by the waist. We both felt the strength of that embrace. If we squeezed even a little bit more, we would crush our bones. But we couldn't help it. We needed that tight embrace and the kiss that was growing more and more passionate. Our chests were pressed together and we could feel each other's heartbeat. Our crotches were only separated by the cloth of our trousers and out cocks were throbbing in unison. We kissed for ages, even if it was only minutes, and didn't move from where we were standing. We were like two statues forming only one. Apart from our heartbeat, our throbbing cocks and our dueling tongues, not a muscle in our bodies was moving. It was as if we were afraid that by moving the spell, the magic of the moment would disappear.

We came slowly out of the paralyzed state we were in and started to feel the blood running through our veins again. We were able to move! Slowly, almost imperceptible, our hands and arms went roaming over the other's body. The fabric of the cloths was disturbing. We wanted to feel each other for real. I started to open his button-up shirt and he pulled my shirt out of the waistband of my pants. We wanted it to go slow, but the urgency of our feelings took over. I pulled his shirt over his head and didn't even let him take the time to do so as well, as I had pulled it over my head in a split second. We pressed our chests together again and the warmth that radiated from both of us was incredible. My smooth chest was rubbing against his hairy one and every single hair of his chest sent jolts of electricity towards all the nerve endings in my body. I felt my knees going weak. The combination of sensations and feelings was a bit too much for me. I was going to cream my pants right there and then. I couldn't hold it back and was suddenly overwhelmed by an enormous orgasm. Sebastian must have felt it as he broke our kiss and looked me over. He saw that my eyes were closed and my breathing heavy. He looked down and saw the wet spot of my coming sipping through the fabric of my trousers. I came down from the afterglow of orgasmic height. I caught my breath and looked at the smile on his face. When his eyes went down towards my crotch, I followed his gaze and saw he had an even bigger wet spot on his pants. I looked up again and without words asked him if he climaxed as well and he nodded.

• That's good, he said. It means we will have less urgency during the second round.

We went to the bedroom and stripping our wet pants and underwear. I threw them together in the washer. When I came back to the bedroom, Sebastian was sprawled all over the bed, naked, wearing his permanent smile on his face. I jumped on the bed and fell into his arms. He wondered if it wouldn't be better to have a shower first, because otherwise we would stick together with dried cum. I told him I would give him a bath and started a slow journey southwards. I licked him all over his chest and nipples, followed his treasure trail and reached his nether regions. I could smell his cum on him and it excited me even more. I lapped at his crotch as a kitten to a bowl of milk. I could taste his sweet sour semen in his trimmed pubic hair. I licked his balls clean and then went for the grand price! My tongue travelled up his shaft. I opened my mouth wide and let his cock invade my mouth. He had cum only a few minutes ago, and yet, he was hard as rock again. I swirled my tongue over his cock- head and out of the corner of my eyes I saw him grip the sheets as a hold-on. He was twisting beneath me and was clearly in a total overload of sensations. I licked and sucked and was determined to give him as much pleasure as I could. He moaned out loud and the more he moaned, the more I increased my suction on his manhood. I took his balls in my hand and twisted them with the right pressure. Sebastian spread his legs to give me better access. I sucked vigorously on his shaft and he pushed his hips up to get even deeper into my mouth and throat. With my free hands I travelled up and pinched his nipples. That was the trigger! Without warning I felt his warm juice fill my mouth. Even though I was surprised, I swallowed as fast as possible so that I wouldn't miss a drop. I sucked him dry and licked his shaft and balls so that they were clean. His cock didn't decrease in volume at all.

I felt Sebastian's strong hands in my armpits as he puled me up. I was on top of him again and we resumed our kissing. It was somewhat slower this time, but it still was hot and exciting. Without releasing me from his grip, we rolled over the bed and I felt his weight on me. It felt all right. He pushed himself up in his hands and arms and the leverage made his cock pressed in my crotch.

• You know? You are the first man ever to make me climax twice in less than five minutes!

I didn't care if I was the first or not. I just felt happy that I could do that to him. My intuition told me that he would cum more in the following minutes or hours. He lowered himself on me, brushed my lips with a feathery kiss and went for my earlobes. He nibbled on them and really washed my ears out. He kissed that tender flesh between my ears and my collarbone. His tongue roamed over my chest and he nibbled at both my nipples, which are directly connected to my cock. I could feel I was throbbing like never before. He left a trail of spit over my chest and belly. After cleaning out my navel he went even more down and I felt his breath on my genitals. He cleaned me of the remnants of my own cum and mimicked everything I had done to him. The feel of his tongue on my cock-head almost sent me over the edge. Sebastian felt it and let my cock drop out of his mouth. He went down, licked my balls briefly and went to munch on that sensitive spot between my balls and my ass. I spread my legs wide open and up in the air. I wanted him to have all the possible access to all parts of my body. He understood it and went for my ass-cheeks. He spread them and dove in without losing a minute. I felt the warm moist of his tongue circling my puckered hole. The following French kiss on my rosebud took my breath away. I could feel his lips, his tongue and sometimes even his teeth at my most private entrance. I held my legs wide apart with my arms and lifted my ass to his mouth. Sebastian licked and sucked and munched like there was no tomorrow. I felt my sphincter muscle contract at each passage of his tongue. I relaxed as much as I could because I wanted him in me. I grabbed the lube bottle that was on the nightstand and gave it to him. He didn't need any instructions to use it. He squeezed a nice amount of the jelly stuff on his fingers and started to insert them. First one finger, pushing the lube inside and coating the walls of my love tunnel. Then a second finger to stretch me open and then a third and a fourth finger to stretch me to a maximum. The way he used his fingers made me even hornier. He was touching places I didn't even know I had. He found my prostate and started to fondle it, sending shivers through my entire body. He squeezed some more lube on his hand and stroked it over his rock-hard cock. It was only a few seconds later that I felt his cock-head pressing on my open ass.

I was expecting the initial pain to be strong, as Sebastian was really well endowed. I tried to control my breathing and relax. It helped a lot when he pushed his cock-head in. He knew how to use it! There was no pain at all. It was just his cock-head and nonetheless I already felt filled up. He waited a few seconds to let me get used to his invading tool and as my breath was almost normal, he started to push in, excruciatingly slow. I could feel it going inside me inch by inch. I felt his cock where his fingers had been only minutes before. The warmth and the strength f his manhood made my body shake and my head spin. When I felt his trimmed bush tickling my ass-cheeks I knew he was in me to the hilt. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me and nodding as if to say: "Yes, I am completely in you". He took his time to start going in and out. Long slow strokes to start with and following his state of excitement, he increased his pumping speed. I locked my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I almost forced him to come down and kiss him, but he did it willingly. We were in absolute perfect communion. We kissed with an uncommon frenzy and his hips followed the lead. His motions became fast and hard and I loved it. I felt I was his. With each thrust he pushed against my prostate and I was oozing pre-cum that lubed my cock, which was trapped between our bellies. The rubbing of our two bodies was amazing. I felt so alive and I knew Sebastian had to be, too. If it were possible, he increased his pumping even more and soon I felt a rain of sweat on my face, coming from his. All the body fluids made our movements easier and more pleasurable. I knew he was about to have his third orgasm of the night as I felt his dick swell even more and his breath getting even heavier. I grabbed his nipples and pinched them really hard. The immediate effect was that Sebastian threw his head back, pushed in me really deep and unloaded his third deposit of man juice. I felt his throbbing cock sending pleasure waves in my love tunnel and it sent me over the edge. I could feel my juice boil in my balls before spurting out of my cock. The sensation of a satisfactory orgasm was so much stronger with Sebastian, because we were making love and not just had sex. I coated our bellies with my semen while Sebastian slowed down his pumping. Once the last drop of his jizz was in me, Sebastian collapsed on top of me. We really needed time to catch our breath and have a normal heartbeat again. It took us quite a while, but once we could talk normal again I suggested that this time we would have a shower. We were laying there a few minutes more, enjoying our bodies pressed together. When Sebastian's cock plopped out of me I had that sense of emptiness that was overwhelming me. We snuggled up to each other a little longer and finally made it to the bathroom. I set the water on a nice temperature and we got in. We had been making love for a few hours and still, we wanted more. We had cum more than once and still had hard-ons. We let the water cascading over our bodies before I took the soap and started to wash Sebastian's body. The more I soaped him up, the more my cock responded with a full hardness. I made him turn around to wash his back and of course his gorgeous bubble butt. I applied extra soap to wash his ass-crack and, in a playful mood, inserted a finger inside him. He immediately opened his legs wider. With the open ass-cheeks I could see his rosebud winking at me. I added a second finger. Being no novice at all, I found his prostate and teased it liberally. It was enjoyable as well for him as for me, but I wanted more ... again! I stood up and aimed my cock-head right on target. I had no time to push into him. Sebastian pushed backwards and engulfed my cock in one thrust. I had not expected that. The hot furnace of his love tunnel was sending new sensations through my cock towards my entire body. I felt his ass-muscles contract around my shaft and knew he was ready. I went in and out and increased my rhythm very soon. We both seemed to have a serious stamina and a libido to match it. It didn't take a long time for me to feel the familiar tingling in my lower body that announced an imminent orgasm. I pushed really deep into his ass and before I knew it, I deposited my load in his bowels. I stayed still, grabbing him from behind and letting my hand go down to grab his dick. I stroked it a few times and was surprised at the speed with which he came.

We resumed our washing, as it was the purpose of the shower. As the water turned cold, we got out of it and dried ourselves. We went back to the bedroom and saw what kind of battlefield we had left. We changed the sheets and were soon cuddled up between them. We had some small talk during a few minutes, but the fact was we were both exhausted. Our eyelids got heavy and we just slipped into dreamland.

To be continues? Well, you know what I am thinking about that: send me a message if you like it to go on. The more messages I get, the more chance there is of a chapter2 and maybe even 3 É who knows? Let me know at amahy1957@gamil.com