London Vacation - Part 5
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I was beginning to feel as if clothes were a complete waste of time. Standing nude before this stranger who had come into my room and shot a video of me being fucked by a military meathead, I felt comfortable and ready. My ass was feeling quite sore, but something in the air made me feel like an absolute slut and I loved it. The disparity between his being fully dressed and me being completely nude made me feel hornier and my cock began to harden again.
Silently, my next gent looked around the room. He definitely had a DILF look about him - his salt and pepper hair made him look quite distinguished and he had a very handsome face. I was wondering why he was looking at everywhere but me, until he walked over to the coffee table in the room and gathered up a stack of travel complementary magazines and placed them on the dresser facing the bed. Then he put his camera on top of it, aiming the lens at the bed and motioned for me to get in the frame.
I crawled onto the bed, my cock now fully hard and hanging heavily down as I got on all fours against the soft mattress. The sheets were a mess, and there were splotches of cum (mine?) but I didn?t really care. There would be more before too long, I figured.
The guy walked towards me and unbuttoned his shirt. He had a very tanned upper body. He was a bit on the thin side, but there were the beginnings of love handles around his waist, and there was a light smattering of hair on his chest. As he undid his belt, he kicked off his shoes and lowered his trousers onto the floor. He wore boxers, and from within, I could see his semi-hard cock bouncing about promisingly. He walked back to his camera and pressed a button, and a red light came on. We were on.
He came back and lowered his boxer shorts. I was very surprised that he was a pale white underneath that waistband. His tanlines, unfortunately, did not show a speedo but board shorts of some sort, but the shocking white skin made the mass of black tendrils around his cock a particularly striking sight. I licked my lips when I saw his cock - it was gorgeous. It was well-formed, and had a healthy pink glow to it in its current state. He was cut and the cockhead was just turning a darker shade of pink. His balls hung low and heavy, and swung hypnotically as he walked toward me.
Wordlessly, I opened my mouth as he got to the bed and allowed him to push his manhood into the waiting hole. The silky skin encasing his cock tasted clean and slightly of soap, and I closed my mouth tightly around the now growing shaft. His cock was growing quite rapidly now, as I heard him breathe out audibly, and I was feeling quite excited to feel the hardening tool keep on expanding inside my mouth. Very soon, it was pushing toward the back of my throat and my nose wasn?t even close to his pubic bush ? this man was obviously a grower, not a show-er!
'That's it, suck it,' were the first words he said to me as I felt his hand gently push my head down on his cock. I widened my mouth and allowed more of his fuckmeat to enter, and was rewarded with a gentle amount of thrusting from his hips. He was eager, I could tell. I felt his now mushrooming head pushing against the back of my throat, and I relaxed my gag reflex, trying to get more of him into me, and he sighed appreciatively.
'Good, good,' he said encouragingly and allowed me to pull back away from his stick. It was now slick and wet with my saliva and I grabbed it with my hand, feeling its steeliness. It was very large, he hadn't been lying, about 7 and half inches, I'd reckon, and very thick. His cockhead was a real mushroom head that was now almost purple with excitement.
I was about to put this beautiful dick back into my mouth when he surprised me by pulling away. I reluctantly let go of the fucker and watched him as he reached into his trousers and got out a condom. Wordlessly, he opened the packet and slipped the latex on and walked over to me.
'How do you want it?' he asked. Clearly, he was no nonsense. I liked that.
In response, I simply laid on my back and lifted my legs, hitching my arms behind my knees, exposing my man cunt to him. He smiled when he saw me in this submissive position, my cock flat against my belly, pointing straight up at me, rock hard and leaking precum again.
He bent his knees and lowered himself so his hips were at the right height and positioned his cock at the entrance of my asshole.
'I've been fucked twice already tonight, so don't by shy,' I said to him with a smirk, and he chortled.
'You asked for it,' he said, and once he had things aligned, he pushed his cock in quickly to the hilt, till I felt the wiry hairs of his pubic tatch rubbing against my balls and ass. OMFG - it took my breath away and I let out a cry that I am sure my parents heard all the way down the corridor!
The man didn't waste any time and clamped his left hand down on my open mouth, and used his right hand to hold me down on the bed against my chest. Meanwhile, he used his hips to control me, fucking his cock in and out of me brutally with quick, short strokes. The sounds of our bodies colliding as he entered me again and again in rapid succession filled the room, and I could feel his cock reaching my prostate with each stab, sending my eyes rolling backward into my head. He was looking at me intently, his handsome face determined, his eyes dark and intense. He kept looking at me, and I looked back ? this was primal lust, and our looks intensified the sensations in our bodies. I could feel his power, his strength in every thrust of his cock into my most vulnerable inner spot, and I surrendered to him. Everything about our encounter was about lust, plain and simple. We didn't need words; it was about the connection between two men in heat, and I opened myself wide to him, allowing him to dominate, to take, to fuck me as he wanted to.
I became aware that there was something hard against my mouth, and realized it was a wedding band. The bastard was married! It wouldn't surprise me, but he kept looking at me, pounding my hole with fierce relentless passion. I was gasping for air, and he was breathing very deeply. Sweat was forming at his brow, and coursing down his chest. I was feeling very hot myself - the fire inside of me was being stoked with every stroke of his fuck pole into me. The thick, hard meat worked itself insistently, and I reached down to pleasure my cock in time to his strokes. My cock was tender and sensitive, but I pulled on it without a care - there was a real need for release, and I wanted to cum so badly as the invading cock kept pushing itself into me.
'Fuck!' the man groaned as he suddenly stopped and he jerked his body as he came. I tightened my asshole and jerked my cock in a frenzy, holding on to the lust that united us as it pushed us toward a climax. I came, hot spurts of cum landing on my chin and chest, on his hands, which were still holding me down, keeping silent, and I was in heaven.
The man held still for a few minutes as our orgasms subsided. Then he slowly pulled his softening cock out of me and backed away. I closed my eyes, sated, and felt the afterglow of a really good session of fucking wash over me. This was the best experience I'd had so far - first the military muscle who fucked me like a rag doll twice, then this strong, silent fucker with his relentless drive. I heard him pull off the condom, and saw him drop it into the trash bin. He walked over to the camera and pressed a button to stop it recording. I realized I was panting from the fuck, and watched as he silently began dressing.
When he was done, I was still lying on the bed, naked and unashamed, my well used body on display. My cock was soft, but I knew it would be easy to get hard again if I wanted to. The man said, 'I'll message you the link to the video when I upload it.' I smiled and winked at him and he gave me a little wink in return and headed for the door.
As I heard the door close behind him, I looked at the clock; it was just past 10.30pm, still pretty early. I briefly considered getting something to eat, but suddenly felt really sleepy. I closed my eyes for a short nap, inhaling the smell of sex in my room?
There was a sound. Opening my eyes slowly, I listened again. It was a light tapping on the door. It was about 1am - I'd fallen asleep for a couple of hours. The room was still fully lit, and I looked at myself. There were spots of dried cum (mine?) on me, and I felt a slight panic - what if it was my parents at the door? Of course, it was past midnight - no way would they be stopping by at this time.
Then I remembered the note I had scribbled and slipped under the door of the guy down the hall and immediately got out of bed. I briefly considered putting on some clothes, but what the fuck - if he was here for the reason I wanted him to be, what was the point in getting dressed?
I opened the door and there was no one there. Shit. I?d taken too long to answer. I peeked out and saw no one down the hall. Damnit. Going back into the room, I pulled a towel from the bathroom rail and wrapped it around my waist and grabbed my card key before heading out. I knew hotels had security cameras everywhere, but since I wasn't naked, it wasn't against the law, so I wasn't worried. I knew my parents would be long in bed, so there was no danger of being caught by them.
When I got to his door, I knocked on it lightly. Within seconds, it was open, and there he was, just as cute as I remembered him, with his nerdy glasses and all. He looked at me for a moment, and I could tell he was surprised I wasn't dressed. He looked around a bit, uncertain, and I decided not to let the chance pass, so I took a step closer to him and cupped his genitals with my hands and smiled. This got his attention and he quickly pulled back into the room.
He began to speak, but I pushed my way into the room and silenced him with a kiss. His lips were soft and tender, and although he tensed up, he didn?t push me away. In my hand, I felt his cock stiffening, and I let my towel fall off me as I kicked the room door shut behind me. His room was dark except for a little lamp on the desk, and in the half light, I pulled back and looked at his face. He seemed uncertain and backed away from me again.
I swung my hardening cock at him and saw him gulp before walking further back. There was about 3 feet between us now and I was feeling a bit ridiculous suddenly.
'I...I think you better go,' he stammered, looking uncomfortable. 'Sorry, I... I don't think I can...'
I was disappointed. I sighed, and part of me wanted to push him a little bit, see if I could get him to change his mind ? but there was also something frightened about him and I felt it wasn?t right to force him to do anything he wasn't ready to do.
Too bad, man,' I said, 'We could have had some fun.' I picked up my towel and wrapped it around me and let myself out. As I walked back to my room, I felt tired. Inside, I looked at myself in the mirror - the face of a fuck slut looked back at me, and I felt fine with that. My hair was a bit messy, and there were obvious bits of dried cum on my chest. My room still stank of sweat and fucking. I decided to go to sleep with the aroma fuelling my dreams.