Gay Pride and Stefan (C) Alex Carr 2010
Gay Pride week has its many blessings and for me, meeting Stefan was one of
them I was introduced by a friend on the Saturday welcome party at our hotel in Torquay. He was absolutely lovely and I quietly whispered to John a big thank you. "He looks divine, I can't wait - do you think he would?" "Well I've been there already - and we have only been here two hours, he has a real appetite though so watch out, Pete!"
I ventured to be bold with Stefan, I had nothing to lose, everything to gain.
"Don't suppose you would care to come to my room for an hour, so that we can get more acquainted, Stefan?"
Do you know what, he smiled so beautifully, his blonde hair and trim figure
with those big blue inviting eyes, he was so wonderfully assured, didn't sat a word, simply headed for the stairs beckoning me to follow...
I was so ready for it. It had been a while to be honest and I was so looking forward to this Gay Pride weekend. I think Stefan could see I was hungry the way he kept looking down at me as we climbed the stairs. I do think he
was purposely exaggerating the sway of that lovely tight jeaned bottom as
I followed behind, lavishing the view, so wonderfully curved and very, very tempting, in fact I could not resist a tight squeeze of his left buttock when we reached the top of the stairs..
He simply turned and smiled, pouting his bum out to me in a most frivolous way and all the time I was imagining that soon I would be inside his jeans.
I already had the room key ready and opened the door to let him in before me, "have a shower if you would,. Stefan," I said remembering that John had
already been there.
He smiled "only if you shower with me" and I was not in any way shape or form adverse to that. It gave us both the opportunity to thoroughly discover
each other and I so loved the way he teased me with the shower head. It was the first time I had experienced a sudden change in temperature as he twisted the dial to cold, then warm, then hot, dangling the shower head over my essentials.
And when he turned on cold how my cock rose in magnificence, Stefan was talented, was showing me new avenues and I simply adored the way he knelt and sucked my cold hard cock, making it so warm again, it was lovely to have this guy, some ten years younger than I, suck my cock for a full half hour or so And not only that, the way he crafted my balls and thighs as he enjoyed me, I was so wanting of his ass, attempting to push his head away I cried out I wanted his fuck, but he persisted in sucking me with a mouth full of cock, like he was teasing and tantalising me for the final assault.
I was going to fuck him senseless, that gorgeous rounded ass just waiting for it. At last he released me, his eyes closed complimenting me on a wonderfully primed cock, he stood there as I felt him then, stroking my hand underneath him, cock balls and all, separating his cheeks apart to rim him between, to get the feel of the orifice I needed so much to fuck.
The he touched and squeezed me again, he said I had a beautiful cock, tasted so good, he said he so wanted my fuck, to feel my gorgeous prick up inside him, I loved his dirty talk that alone would have given me the immediate urge to fuck him.
But I wanted to enjoy him to the hilt. We walked hand in hand to the bedroom, he sort of beckoned how I wanted him, I said I wanted to suck cock first, I wanted to sense the flavour of him, taste him between, he simply relaxed backward onto the side of the bed and stretched his thighs so wonderfully wide apart, inducing me to smother my face into him there, he was simply lovely, his nice fresh taste so very tempting, I took time to stretch his gorgeous hole between so wide, pushing my tongue inside and rolling it around
and around as he gasped, saying how much he loved that, "then on all fours for me!" I ordered, he said he loved to be dominated and for the next few minutes I was doping just that, slapping those rosy cheeks and sucking him up until I reached a point when I was throbbing so much, and Stefan reaching it with his busy hand really set me on fire, the way he briskly wanked me, stretching my foreskin tight back.
I found the perfect spot between him at the back, measured my stiff cock in
line with that beautiful orifice and bingo! I was soon inside, feeling the sheer ecstasy of his fuck, pushing my cock right up inside until it reached the brim, my balls slapping arithmetically against those fresh spanked cheeks. It was simply divine fucking Stefan, and he moved to wonderfully, sort of edging himself side to side to feel the fuck in different ways, I loved it so much, we paused sometimes to take in the throb, the mutual throb as my deep thrust stretched him out each time I wedged it into him, he yelled and shouted for me to fuck him even harder, his ass was like a wonderful tight sponge squeezing me in and then releasing me, sometimes slipping out which made it all the more vigorous as I found d his hole and plunged again, pushing him forward on the bed until he had to grip hold of the bed rail tightly for a real hard stiff fucking.
And when I cum I had never known anything like it, I filled him up and collapsed on the mattress, he too breathing rapidly until we had reached that wonderful post fuck when all with the world was fine. He arose and I watched him go to the bathroom to clean up, and then he treated me to letting me see him get dressed again, his form fitting so beautifully in his clothes, I would have him again that weekend and it would be with a threesome because John wanted to get in on the act and enjoy the guy who was Stefan together...