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The following contains explicit descriptions of m/m sex between consenting. If it's a violation in your community's laws, well, you shouldn't even be here in the first place.
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I never thought I would give in to bisexual lust.
I mean, yeah, I was in a foreign country that was friendly to the GLBT community and I had the benefit of being a complete stranger in a strange land.
But still...oh, I'm getting ahead of myself.
My name's Etoile...yeah, `star' in French. Avant-gade artsy parents growing up and before you ask, yeah, high school wasn't easy. I was the black sheep, seeing myself as conservative when my family was diehard liberal.
I made it work, though, freshman and sophomore years were a bit tough but people surprisingly get over things. By the time college rolled around, names had been a high school kind of thing.
College was more of the same, trading in a conservative high school for a conservative college in a liberal area in the states.
College was when I had first started having thoughts about men, and well, about everything else. I wasn't going to question myself fundamentally, but I realized that it was a wide world out there and there was nothing wrong with finding guys attractive. There was nothing wrong with fantasizing about them when I masturbated, either, if you'll excuse the bluntness. To me, it was just a supplement. I enjoyed masturbating to thoughts of girls, and thought it was perfectly normal to do the same with guys.
No one suspected, either, but there was not much I could've done. To my classmates and friends I was perfectly straight, I was seen in the company of girls and guys but no one ever thought, "Hey, maybe he digs guys, too."
It was a fantasy I was happy to let them continue believing in.
Graduation came and I decided to use some money I had saved up in order to take a sabbatical in Europe. For those of you in the know, a sabbatical is just a polite word of saying that I was just going to fuck around for a few months.
I settled on Portugal, the weather was great for it and I spoke the language well enough.
Not having anything to do other than work as an English tutor in the mornings and attend class in the afternoons, I decided to join a gym, and that's when I met Alexandros.
He wasn't a classmate or one of the guys I tutor. He was a stranger.
What happened was, one day I got out of my class later than usual, so by the time I got to the gym, it was late evening, and there was a slightly different crowd of people. I got on my treadmill, put on my ipod, and lost myself to the world for the next hour.
I glanced at the mirrors to my left while I ran. I had shed a lot of the weight I had gained during my time in college, and I was back down to a healthy 160. Couldn't grow any taller than my 5"9, but at least I could stay fit.
After the hour elapsed, I staggered off the treadmill and headed to the showers.
The shower room was divided in two sections -- the first section was the lockers, where...yeah, where the lockers were. The other section had the showers, they were connected to each other by a hallway with a mirrored wall with sinks. I changed down to my boxers at the locker room, then headed down to the shower to scrub off the sweat. Once I was finished, I wrapped a towel around me and then headed back to the locker room. As I was heading past the hallway, I turned to look at a man who was standing nude in front of the mirror, brushing his hair. At first glance, I noticed that he was very tall, several inches taller than me, and fit.
It was the second glance that hooked me.
From the reflection, I could see that not only was he very well-fit and defined, but he was handsome as well, and below the waist dangled a large penis, a good seven inches in a semi-flaccid state.
I shouldn't have stared, but I did. It was majestic. I felt my own dick begin to swell through my towel. Before he turned, I sped up back to my locker and changed with my back to the hallway, so as to hide my boner from the other men changing in my area.
And that was it.
What?
I'm not going to hook up or approach some random stranger just because I thought they were hot. Man, some of you have been reading erotica for too long. Give it a break.
What did happen, though, was that I found a way to get there late the next day. Again, I did my hour on the treadmill, then headed to the showers and sure enough, there he was again, toweling off.
It was a routine I kept up for an entire week, I'd exercise, shower, then get a few good glimpses at his manhood and his body, and then shuffle off unnoticed. It was like watching porn, almost.
That weekend, I ended up running to the gym a little later than expected, and by the time I headed to the locker area, my stranger friend wasn't there.
So, I went ahead to the shower room to wash up, and entered a stall.
The stalls had a clear glass door that were always fogged up, so I didn't mind just walking in nude to the showers. I started the water, waited for it to get hot, and then began soaping up my body, my eyes closed imagining the stranger with the large cock. My hand slid down my soapy crotchy to my now erect penis and I began slowly stroking it.
Then the door opened. Startled, I turned to look at the man who I had been looking at for the past week, standing, naked and glistening in front of me.
I stammered out a greeting, not knowing what else to say.
"So, you've been looking at me," he said in Portuguese.
"By accident."
"Oh, it wasn't an accident, but, don't worry about it, it's fine to stare, you like beauty, don't you," he asked, stroking my cheek.
I nodded.
"Me too, and you're good to stare at yourself. I've seen your ass, it's very bubbly, and soft,"
He suddenly reached out and grabbed it. I felt myself feel pressed closer to his solid body.
"What's your name, he asked?"
"Etoile."
"Well, hi, Etoile," he said, giving me a quick peck on the lips. "I'm Alexandros."
"Nice to meet you," I said, seeing if I could steal another glance at his rock-hard member. There it was again, erect, nearly stabbing my stomach.
"Oh, you want to take a closer look?"
"I've never had...some sort of experience like this," I admitted to this complete stranger.
"You'll enjoy it. It'll make you a better lover for women, too. Just give in to this,"
And he leaned forward and kissed me, and I just about melted. He was forceful, yet gentle, passionate, yet calm. I was so turned on, two strangers making out with water raining on us. I couldn't take it anymore and reached out to stroke his cock.
He pulled back from the kiss. "See how willing you are, now get on your knees."
I obeyed and found myself face to face with that sword of his. I kept on stroking, and then he grabbed my head. "Open your mouth," he commanded.
I opened my mouth, he grabbed my hair, and slowly began entering my mouth. I fought back the gag reflex and let his thick, throbbing member slide into my mouth and tickle the back of my throat. He slid back out, and then slid back in, slowly.
It felt weird but somehow good, I thought, and I felt that my mouth was doing only `backup' work, but he was enjoying it, so much so that he began moaning, and within a few minutes, I felt him grab my head, and push it down on his cock even deeper. His cock shuddered in my mouth and I felt a jet of hot, sticky semen fly to the back of my throat. Not knowing what to do, I swallowed gulp after gulp of the warm substance.
When that was done, he --plop-`d out of my mouth and told me to get up. I was smiling nervously as I rose.
We kissed passionately again, and my cock was raging hard as it pressed against his body.
"What now?" I asked, or rather, whispered, as he took to kissing my neck.
"We go outside."
I reached for my towel and wrapped it around me, and he did the same. We walked back to the locker area, and I was about to make a grab for my locker, when he stopped my hand.
"We're not done yet, Etoile. Please, turn around."
I turned to face him. He was pointing at a low bench that surrounded the inside of the locker, where the gymgoers could sit and put on shoes near their lockers.
"Place your knee on it and bend over."
I looked around, there were two other men on the far side of the benches, changing.
"But...there's people."
"I didn't ask."
I placed my knee, still sort of wet, on the bench, and leaned forward. Alexander grabbed my towel, and then took it from me. I then heard a wet thud as his own towel dropped to the floor.
The two other men had suddenly stopped changing and were now watching attentively.
I felt a probing finger slide easily into me, causing me to wince from pain. "You're very tight, Etoile." He said, sliding his finger in and outside my ass gently, and then finally he took it out.
What happened next would be one of many highlights of my trip. He placed the tip of his rock-hard penis at the opening of my ass, and then leaned forward.
"Now, I'm going to make you mine, and you're going to moan for me."
That said, he grabbed my hips, and in one quick and hard thrust, the stranger entered me.
And I moaned. A subtle, but loud, "Ohhhhhh.." that was a combination of pleasure and pain.
Thankfully, he let my ass get used to the intruder before he resumed a thrusting motion. I was in pain, but it felt great. I gripped on the bench for support and caught a glimpse of the two other men, now definitely watching with more attention. I smiled at them, I didn't care. I belonged to the stranger now.
He mounted me so well for a good while, and then he pulled my hair back and thrust even harder inside me, and his grunts began mixing with my own moans. He would lean in occasionally and whisper that I was his.
I felt his breathing, his passion, his strength through his thrusts, and then I felt him begin to speed up. My own cock was near about to burst, and then it happened.
In one quick motion, he grabbed me by the shoulders and stuck himself even farther inside me. Then his cock shuddered and began filling my insides with his seed. As he pumped his seed inside me, my own cock shuddered and exploded in orgasm, out onto the floor.
I let him take out his cock, and then I turned to kiss him. He returned the kiss with equal passion and then told me to change.
"We'll have to continue this." I said.
"We will. The fun's just beginning," he said, giving me a spank.
He turned around, and left back to the showers. Not feeling dirty at all despite the sweat and the cum, I just changed back to my normal clothes and left.
I eyed the two other men, one of them an attractive black man, winked at them, and left, smiling. This trip was going to be better than I expected, and that was saying something.