London Vacation

London Vacation 8

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AUTHOR'S NOTES:

1. First, thanks to everyone who stayed with me through all 6 chapters of "London Vacation". College has been tough but I'm enjoying it. This series is based on this summer so far. I'm trying to get it down 'as it happens' lol!

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The next morning, after a leisurely breakfast, I bade my parents goodbye as they drove off toward Bath and I headed back upstairs to my hotel room. I had such a good time in London 4 years ago whilst on vacation with my parents that I was itching to come back again. I'm now attending NYU and actually living at home still. It saves money (tuition at NYU is expensive!) and is convenient even though I do my own laundry at home these days. I like going to class and learning, and NYU is a great school. It's really close to home, so I never have to travel very far in order to get to classes. The downside is that I have to be quite discreet when it comes to hooking up, which is why the next two days are gonna be epic, I hope!

To be honest, despite evidence to the contrary from last night's three-peat performance by me, I've not done a whole lot of hooking up. This is partly because I'm hanging out with my friends from high school here in the NYC; they know I'm gay, not all of them are, and while none of us are shrinking virgins, it's a little bit awkward to talk about hooking up with people I've known since we were doing science club experiments (yeah, I'm a bit of a nerd when it comes to science). Also, no fresh meat - literally - since I spend a lot of time with people I know so well. I like my friends too much to risk having sex make things weird amongst us. So - not so much hooking up.

The only viable opportunity for sex has been Grindr - it's been a real gift, but at the same time, it's tough because I want to be discreet in the neighborhood. This is the other drawback of living at home with my folks near campus - I'm concerned about the neighbors knowing that I'm fucking around the area lol! So I have a Grindr profile, but I only ever use it when I'm uptown or out in Brooklyn or Queens - and let's face, how often do I do that? Sometimes, when I go to parties out that way, or before/after an outing in the area when I have some time to kill. I've met a couple of guys up for straightforward no-strings-attached sex - that's been really cool. A lot of times, it's been blowjobs and messing around; I don't always have time for full-on fucking like I did last night when I'm out lol! All in all, I'd say I hook up about once a week via Grindr - not a whole lot, but I'm a busy guy!

The other way sex comes my way has been through the videos of me floating around on the web, the ones of me getting fucked by older guys. The guys who posted the video will pass along 'requests' from fans of the videos who email them. Most of the time, these requests are harmless flirting as most of the guys live far away (like whole countries and continents away), so there is no possibility of hooking up for real. Some of them send me photos or links of videos of themselves, and the ones I find hot and a turn-on, we'll maybe have camsex. That can be fun, especially after a long day of classes and tutorial group meetings etc. It's nice to kick back in the privacy of my room and get off with a stranger online. I know some of them film our sessions as I've also seen videos of these sessions posted online. You'd think I'd be paranoid about it, but the way I see it - if someone else sees these videos, chances are they are also on the hunt for sex, so who are they to judge me? And the ones who never see it? Well, that's fine and dandy with me.

One significant thing that has happened, as a result of all my fucking around on the web, was that it got me a semi-regular fuck bud during the academic year. An associate professor in a European language and Jewish studies (that's not the actual name of his course; I can't post that here) from out in California was visiting for a term up at Columbia. He'd seen the vid of me being fucked by the DILF in London, and since he was in New York for 4 semesters, suggested we might have some fun together. And, boy, did we ever.

We always meet up at his accommodation provided by Columbia - a nice one-bedroom apartment on campus. It wasn't the height of luxury, but it was pretty awesome considering rents in the City. Since I'm not a student at Columbia, and I was in no way interested in any of the subjects he taught, there was no danger of conflict of interest for him, so we were a good match. He confessed that he had his eye on a couple of his students, but he couldn't risk things by getting involved with them, even if they were willing.

The first time we met, I remember taking the subway uptown and making the short walk to a Starbucks. Todd (that is his name; it's common enough and he said it was OK that I refer to him as such) was waiting outside the door, and I liked how he looked: clean-cut, with glasses framing grey-blue eyes and a full head of dirty blond hair. He looked to be in his mid-30s and was stocky but trim. He had a nice smile and greeted me with a formal handshake, which made me want to laugh, since we were really meeting in public so that he could show me the way to his apartment and proceed to fuck me! As we made the short walk, he told me a bit about himself and how long he was in town for, saying he was hoping we could meet up more than once. I replied that I was open to that - depending on how good the sex was - and he laughed.

Once we got into his apartment, he pinned me against the door and gave me a hard, dirty kiss, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth insistently. Already, I could feel his hard cock pressing against me as he held my hands in a surrender position against the door and ground his crotch against mine, his lips demanding and urgent, a few guttural moans coming from both our mouths. He pulled back and smiled - he really has a gorgeous smile - and let go of me before turning on the lights and showing me around the apartment. There was a galley kitchen with a small dining table, and a sofa in the living area with lots of bookcases that were quite empty. After a pitstop to look at the bathroom (very clean, which I remember thinking was a good sign), he showed me to the bedroom, which was dominated by a large king-sized bed, some built-in cupboards along the wall which had full-length mirror doors, and a small dresser and chest of drawers.

"You're really hot," he said to me, smiling again.

"How do you say that in (the language he's a professor in)?" I teased, and he said something that sounded quite sexy - or maybe it just sounded that way because I found him very sexy.

He walked over to the dresser and unpinned the yarmulke he wore - I never even noticed he had one on! I laughed and asked, "Is that a ritual before sex for you?" He replied, "I get really sweaty during sex and didn't want to dampen it. Also - the pins can be a hazard!" he laughed. Then he walked to me and drew me in for another kiss, this time a bit gentler, taking his time as he nudged open my mouth and flicked his tongue within. I responded eagerly, pulling him closer to me to let him know I was ready and willing for more.

Slowly, still kissing, we stumbled towards his bed and fell on top of it on our sides, our hands roaming all over our bodies. I was surprised to find that his body was incredibly hard and muscled - I'd assumed from his stockiness that he was carrying a few pounds, but he clearly worked out a lot, as I felt his strong back and found no love handles around his thick waist. As we kissed, he started tugging up my T-shirt and I began undoing my pants. Once I got my fly undone, I lightly pushed at him and sat up to take off my T-shirt. He undid his pants and I began undoing the buttons on his shirt, exposing the wiry hairs on his chest. I'm still completely smooth on my chest, and Todd seemed to like this as he ran his hands up and down my body, tweaking my nipples as he went along. When all the buttons were loose, he stood up and shucked off his shirt and pants, standing in front of me in his boxer shorts. I could see his hard cock tenting up in front and smiled and licked my lips. I stood up and tugged my skinny jeans off, and threw them to the side of the bed, facing him in my boxer briefs. His body was just up my alley - solid, muscular, broad and hairy. The hair on his chest was sparse and dark, but thickened substantially as it traced a path down his abs into the waistband of his boxers. I liked what I saw and decided there was no need to waste time, so I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and pulled off my underwear, exposing myself to him fully.

Now, when I came back from London last year, I started working out a bit - not much, mind you, cos I'm lazy, but enough that I have some definition on my chest and abs. I stopped shaving my pubes, so now there's quite a thick bush of dark blond curls surrounding my cock, which is pointing straight up at Todd's face, the swollen head an angry shade of red. "Let's do this," I say, letting my lust take over.

To my surprise, Todd sinks to his knees and without any fanfare, starts to swallow my cock. His wet, warm mouth feels great encasing my dick, and I instinctively moan. He stops and pulls off my cock, and says, "I forgot to mention that we need to be a little quiet; these walls are paper thin and I don't want my colleagues next door to overhear everything."

I laugh but nod my understanding, and he goes back to giving me a fantastic blowjob. His tongue twirls all around the head of my cock, making me shiver and tingle all over as jolts of pleasure course up my body. His hands are warm - almost hot - as they fondle my balls (which have become very hairy now that I've stopped shaving them!), and I enjoy the heat of his touch as his mouth ministers to my sex. I put my hands around his head, feeling his curls as he bobs up and down, up and down on my cock. The silence of the room is broken by his breathing and the sucking noises that are coming from where his mouth meets my cock. I look down and see that he has fully taken me in, his nose pressed against my crotch bush, his eyes looking up at me with a dark intensity that thrills me. I lick my lips at him, and he slowly slides his lips down the length of my shaft and off my fully hard dick.

Todd stands up, somehow naked - he must have kicked off his boxers while on his knees blowing me - and I get my first look at his tool. It is very thick, about 6 inches long, and surrounded by a dense mass of dark brown, almost black, curls. He is one hairy fucker - most of his lower abs are obscured by pubic hair, and the sides of his thighs are matted with man fur. The sight of all his hirsute, undeniable maleness makes my cock, still glistening wet with his saliva - twitch.

I start to get on my knees, intending to take his meat into my mouth, but he pulls me up by the shoulder and whispers, "I wanna fuck you now."

I climb onto the bed on all fours, spreading my knees wide, supporting myself on my elbows, my young ass exposed for his taking. Todd lets out a little whistle as he stands behind me, checking out the goods. "That ass of yours is made for fucking," he says.

"I've been told," I assure him, as he busies himself retrieving lube and condoms from his bedside stand. I feel his slimy fingers, wet with lube, at the entrance to my asshole and I relax into them. One finger enters easily and he wastes no time pushing it in and out quickly, loosening me up as best as he can.

"You're really thick, so don't hurt me," I say, turning back to look at him. His face is a mask of concentration, his eyes staring intently at my hole where he is now sliding in two fingers. I feel the rough, callused fingertips and moan again. This causes him to grin, and I am devastated by how handsome and hot he is. "Don't worry, babe - I know what I'm doing," Todd says, his voice husky and low.

His fingers are reaching ever deeper into me until I feel a third digit penetrate my manhole. He's not exactly rough, but his fingers are assiduously pounding me in a steady, fast rhythm. I can tell he is impatient to get his dick inside of me because he's stretching me very quickly - it's not gentle, but I know it does the job, and soon, I can feel that he's three fingers in to the hilt of his knuckles. He withdraws his fingers all at once, and I feel my asshole contract instinctively. I let it wink at him as I feel his sticky fingered right hand hold on to my right butt check, just pulling it apart, as his left hand guides his thick fucker towards its prize.

I feel his fat cockhead squeeze its way into my fuck hole and I can't help but whimper - the pain is excruciating because he is so thick! I feel myself pulling away forward from him, but he ignores my pain and just keeps pushing forward, his hips following mine, so that more and more of that skin-sheathed rod of his invades my inner sanctum. I'm on fire in my shitter, and feel as if I'm really being fucked in two. I'm biting down on the bed sheet now, trying not to whimper too loudly, but you can still hear my ragged breaths and soft moans in the air. My arms have given way, and I'm lying flat on the bed, face-down, ass-up and open for invasion. My traitorous cock is hard as steel even though the amount of pain Todd's cock is inflicting on my sensitive ass chute is burning me up inside.

Finally, with a considerable grunt, Todd is all in. I feel the dense man bush of his against my ass cheeks and the full length of his throbbing member inside of me. I've been fucked by longer cocks, but not one this thick, and though the pain is slowly easing, I am tender and sore. Todd's chest is already damp with sweat, and I can feel his furry body against my back, prickling and sticky. This turns me on immeasurably, the sense of being in the midst of primal fucking, the exertion of sexual need overtaking all senses.

Todd's breathing heavily against my ear, his whole body covering mine on the bed, his legs positioned in between mine which are spread wide. He runs his hands up and down my sides, whispering, "Are you ready, boy?"

"Umpf," is the best I can manage as a sign of assent since my mouth is still stuffed full of bedsheet. I notice that I've grabbed fistfuls of the fabric in each hand as Todd's hands cover mine. As he raises his hips, withdrawing his cock inch by searing inch, I feel a rush of cool air come onto my lower back and buttocks, freed from the sticky grasp of his hairy pubic area and lower abs. It's a very brief respite because immediately, he slams his fucker into me, and the pain hits me anew and causes me to gasp. Todd's prepared, his hand clamped over my mouth as he picks up the pace. As he plunges his cock in and out of me at a feverish pace, all I hear are my muffled cries, the sound of his skin slapping against mine, and his insistent animal-like grunts. His body is dripping with sweat all over me, and I'm feeling faint from the intensity of the experience. It is both heaven and hell because the pain of his fucktool in me isn't abating much, but the electrifying connection of sex and lust between us, satisfying our most basic need together, is undeniable and hugely erotic.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Todd hisses as he pushes harder and harder into me, sending spasms of delight coursing through my entire body from the epicentre of my sexual connection with him. Amazingly, I can feel his cockhead in me expanding as he comes, and he continues his pace. fucking through his orgasm like a man possessed. I look up at the mirror on his wardrobe and see that his face is contorted with lust. My own erect member has been leaking precum the entire time I was being fucked, and I reach down to stroke myself as Todd's pace slows.

Unexpectedly, he pushes my hand away as he withdraws from me. As his cock pulls out, there is that familiar - but much more obvious - 'plop' feeling in my shitter which I am sure is sore and red. Todd adjusts his position and flips my body over so I am on my back, my pecker now rigid and red against my stomach, which is a sticky mess of sweat and precum. I'm panting and close my eyes for a moment, catching my breath.

When I open them, I see that Todd is looking at me with pure hunger, his eyes raking over my body wolfishly. I love being exposed this way, shamelessly naked in my lust and need for sex, and I again reach for my cock - but Todd stops me. "I'm not done with you," he says quietly as he pulls off the condom, twists a knot in it and discards it on the floor before reaching for another one. My mind registers the fact that I'm about to be fucked again by that monster cock, but I realize I don't care - I've already survived it once, and I'm sure it'll be fine now. I find my hands are fiddling with my own nipples, pinching and tweaking them as my cock twitches, anticipating more fucking coming my way.

Todd's cock is hard again, and this time, he crawls in between my legs and spreads them wide and good so my asshole is full exposed. He wastes no time and wordlessly positions his cock at the entrance of my fuck canal and begins penetrating me again. The look on his face is unbridled sex, and I respond to the invasion of his dick by pushing outwards, inviting more of him into me. He fucks into me in one swift stroke, and instantly, we are off again - the man's stamina is admirable! His chest is a mess of matted chest hair and sweat, and I reach up to run my hands all over it, feeling and pulling at his erect nipples as he claims my ass for himself a second time. His pace is a little less frenetic this time, and my asshole - numb from the previous pounding - tingles lightly each time he hits my prostate with his fuckmeat. The heat in the room is overwhelming - we are both dripping with perspiration and going at it like rabbits. Our heavy breathing and moans fill the air, which has taken on that distinct musky smell of sweat and fucking, adding to our combined horniness. I look at Todd's handsome face, the way he is staring at me, in my eyes, as he continues to push himself into me, claiming, taking, fucking, and I am driven over the edge as my cock erupts with spurt after spurt of hot cum, hands-free. I am amazed at the intensity of my orgasm, and my clenching asshole milks a second load out of Todd as he shudders, suddenly still as he pumps out inside of me.

Sated, panting and wrecked, Todd lets go of my legs, which are numb from having been held wide open, falling useless to the side. He scoops up my cum and forces it into my mouth. I taste the spunk - salty, saline, familiar - and feel profoundly satisfied. Todd lies down on top of me and kisses me, swirling my cum around in my mouth, his tongue tasting me. His powerful chest sticks to me, and it would be disgusting if not for the fact that it's been possibly the most intense and welcome fuck I've ever experienced in my life. He reluctantly gets up and pulls his cock out and removes the second condom. The man is a semen machine, I gather, as there's as much in his second ejaculate as in the first. He grins at me, his face lighting up in a beautiful way, and he lies down on me again, gently this time, as he tenderly kisses me, his hands roaming over my sides, my neck.

"You're an amazing fuck," he says.

"I'd be even better if you'd let me make some noise," I retort, and we both laugh.

That first encounter was about 2 years ago, and like I said, we became regular fuck buds. I'd take the subway up to Columbia once or twice a week, usually during the day, for hot, sweaty mansex wtih Todd. Our relationship has become friendly and rather close. He's big on cuddling, and talks about his classes, his work, even his family back in California (no, he's not married or anything like that) after sex. Sometimes this leads to a second round after a while, which is fine by me - look, I'm a young guy. I am basically ready to have sex all day long if I could lol! Todd's time at Columbia finished earlier this year, so I haven't had a regular fuckbud for a while, which explains why I was so fucking horny last night lol! We've kept in touch though he hasn't come back to NYC for a visit yet.

Anyway, when I told Todd that I was heading to London, he offered to put me in touch with some friends of his who might be able to offer me a place to stay - "respectable sorts" he said, by which he meant I would not be fucking them nor fucking in their place. Sigh. I thanked him but explained that I already had some nice digs lined up. Besides, I mean, one of my main reasons for returning to London - like I said at the start - is to sample more of the men available here and so as I got back into my room, I took stock of what my options were.

I had all day Tuesday and Wednesday to get into all kinds of trouble, but I also wanted to do some cool stuff here in London. I know I said I'm a sex hound, but I do have other interests, lol! So I took out a piece of paper and mapped out what the next couple of days were looking like and felt pretty satisfied with what I had planned. It was almost noon now, since my parents had dawdled over breakfast, and I hustled to get ready and headed out for the day.

It wasn't until almost 4pm on Tuesday afternoon that I made it back to the hotel, feeling quite cold and a bit damp as I had been caught in the rain earlier. I had gone for a walk throughout the area, taking in the sights of Covent Garden, and stopped for lunch in the Royal Opera House's restaurant upstairs. The food was not bad, considering these venues tend to give you mediocre food for a small fortune, and I had used the time while eating to scope out Grindr. Londoners must be a randy lot because there were quite a few guys looking to hook up over lunch - it's almost as busy here as back in New York! I wasn't able to accede to their requests unfortunately, but I found it interesting nonetheless, and I wondered whether Grindr would be any good up in Bath. But now, though, at 4pm, I was feeling quite beat, and I decided to take a short nap before deciding what to do in the evening.

When I woke up, it was almost 6pm. Sometimes, Grindr can be kinda boring - crazy talk, I know, but true. I was feeling horny again and the memories of the two guys who had fucked me last night came to mind. Shane wasn't far away and Mike was even closer, and they had both told me to get in touch if I was interested, and I was tempted. But I was feeling kinda sleazy and wanted a good seeing to tonight. Since my first four-man fuckfest here in London 4 years ago, I have had the occasional orgy experience back in New York, but no more than 3 or 4 times in the last 4 years, which is to say no more than 3 or 4 times in my life have I had sex with more than 1 person at a time, which now that I think about it, feels rather sad to me lol!

I turn to Grindr again and decide to ask some of the guys I'm interested in if they'd like some group sex. With my parents gone, I didn't care who was next door. The adjoining doors were locked and I was a young gay guy ready and willing to sample what London had to offer me sexually. I scroll through the profiles and send a few messages to guys I found hot. Then, unexpectedly, I see a familiar face - he looks a bit different from what I remember, but I'm pretty sure it's him.

`Remember me?' I message him eagerly.

Almost immediately, I get a reply: `I don't forget a fuck toy as good as you.'

This made my cock instantly come to attention, and I message him back. Within a few minutes, I'm out the door and following his directions, walking to where it all began...