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"So, did you behave on your trip?"
"Mmmm, hmmm," I replied, snuggling up against Mark.
"I don't know, when you come home like this, it usually means you've been bad."
"Come home like what?"
"Horny as hell."
I suppose he had a point. There was something about returning home after a trip, with fresh memories of a little bit of on-the-road naughtiness, that made me want to fuck him in the worst possible way. I sucked lightly at the salty skin on the back of his neck.
"Well, maybe I was just a little bad."
He snorted. "Just a little?"
"Don't you believe me?"
He rolled over to face me and playfully kissed the tip of my nose. "OK, buster, you know the rule. Out with it."
That was our rule, after all. We had decided years ago that, while we could each have adventures when traveling solo, this indulgence was only on the condition that all details would be shared. Secrets were not cool.
I gently gripped his sticky cock against mine. "Oh, it was only one night."
"And only one guy?"
"Hey, what kind of a slut do you take me for?"
"Uh, the kind who likes three-ways?"
Once again, he did have a point.
"Yes, it was only one guy. And I wasn't even looking for it."
"Was it someone at the conference?"
"Yeah, sort of. It was the staff guy who handled the logistics. He asked me if I wanted to go out for a beer when it was all over, and one thing led to another."
"Right into the sack?"
"Well, we did start in the living room."
In truth, I had wanted something to happen from the first time I laid eyes on Daniel, but his gay coefficient was a little hard to read. His sexiness, however, was not. He moved with a lean muscularity, oozing masculine confidence. Not cocky exactly, but I could tell that he was the kind of guy who got his way in bed. Even if you didn't immediately want to give in to him, he surely could be persuasive.
I also expected that he would have formidable sexual stamina. Not only was he obviously athletic, but I guessed that his testosterone level was pretty high, based on the balding hair pattern that he kept shaved close. Over the years, I have found that to be a pretty reliable indicator. And there was little doubt that he was aggressive, at least based on the way he managed the flow of whatever conversation he was in. Not in a dickish kind of way, but with a hypnotic quality that left me with absolutely no memory of anything anyone else said.
I still wasn't completely sure whether he was gay or straight when he asked me to go out for a celebratory beer at the end of the program. My uncertainty did not, however, lead to hesitation.
"Do you mind if I stop by the hotel so that I can get out of my monkey suit first? It's too damn hot."
He laughed. "I want to do the same. Here we dress like Americans in the summer, shorts and T-shirts. Why don't you just come over to my place, and we can go from there? You're staying at the Europa, right? I live just a few blocks from there."
And that's how I found myself standing at his door thirty minutes later. He answered on the second buzz and motioned me to come in as he continued to talk on the phone. He had apparently been interrupted while changing clothes. While he had donned shorts, he was both bare-chested and bare-footed. As he spoke rapidly in Czech, he motioned me to the refrigerator and held up the half-full beer in his hand, signaling that I should help myself.
I tried not to gawk as I rooted around for one of the local brews, but it was difficult to ignore him, or the tanned, toned body that was on display. I don't know if it was an unconscious impulse, but he had a way of sliding his sweating beer bottle across the dark hair on his chest and down the trail of fur that snaked over his flat stomach. His large brown nipples were slightly erect, and I wondered if he had been touching them with the cold bottle before I arrived. Feigning nonchalance, I smiled when he glanced over to me and held the receiver away from his ear, rolling his eyes. I nervously sucked at my beer, and had nearly finished it by the time he hung up.
"My mother," he said. "Checking up on her boy."
"That's what they do."
We made the smallest of talk for five or ten minutes, before we reached that "fish or cut bait" point in the conversation.
"So," he said. "I suppose we could go out and get something to eat now. Or do you want to drink another beer first?"
"I could go either way. What's your pleasure?"
"Another beer always sounds good to a Czech." His dark eyes sparkled mischievously. "Unless something better is on offer."
"What's better than a beer?"
"I don't think I need to explain that to you." There was a pregnant pause. "Well?"
Well, indeed. I took a step in his direction and reached out my hand. He took it and pulled me to him, putting my hand on his chest. I swear that I could feel his heart beating. Now committed, I brushed my fingertips through the hair, continuing down to the waistband of his shorts. God, it felt amazing as I leaned in and let my lips make contact with his, all the while inserting a couple of fingers into his shorts to investigate his wiry pubes. He jumped a little when I made contact with the root of his cock, and an insistently probing tongue rewarded me.
We made out for a few minutes before pausing so that I could shed my shirt, which allowed me to rub my smooth torso against the wiry hairs that covered his pecs. He gripped my biceps as we continued to kiss.
"Mmmm, nice. I like your muscles. I wonder what else I'll like?" He gripped my cock through my shorts. "Maybe this? Does it like to come out and play?"
I nuzzled his ear, briefly slipping my tongue inside. "Sometimes it's shy, but if you ask it right..."
I knelt down in front of him and buried my face in his crotch. Even through the cotton fabric I could still feel the heat emanating from his hard-on. He groaned as I began to blow insistently, lips pressed up against the outline of his head. Slipping my hand up the leg of his shorts and making contact with his swollen balls, I deduced that he wasn't wearing any underwear. The combination of tugging at his sac and orally stimulating his shaft really seemed to get him off, and I began to worry that he might blow prematurely. A bit of caution seemed prudent, so I paused to unzip him and let his cock bob gloriously into view while his shorts fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. What a sight he was to behold, standing there on display for me, hands on his hips, twitching tool just inches from my mouth, fucking begging me to suck him off. And what a beautiful tool it was, protruding proudly from his thatch of dense hair. He wasn't quite as long as my eight inches, but fuck, was he thick. The foreskin still tightly covered his fat bulb, but I was more than happy to use my lips to roll it back. Leaning in, I caught a whiff of the acrid smell of sex, which temporarily induced light-headedness.
"Oh, godddddddd," he groaned as my lips traveled down his shaft. "That's nice."
I liked it too, even if he was almost too thick to accommodate comfortably. Continuing to suck, I reached down to unzip my shorts and pull out my own cock, which had become uncomfortably wedged in my underwear. When he saw it spring into view, he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my back on the floor, skinning off my shorts and underwear in one motion.
"Very nice," he whispered as he squatted over my face, smoothly shaved balls dangling above my mouth. Opening wide, I gently took them inside, and he stretched forward to blow me. I have always really liked 69-ing with a hot, hung guy, so I was pretty much in heaven as we rolled around on the floor, mouths on each other's crotches. A couple of times I had to ease him off of me, or his intense focus on my dickhead would have ended our fun a bit too soon.
When he was on top of me, I took the opportunity to reach around and begin kneading his ass cheeks. They felt like they had been carved out of marble. Going by touch, I spread them apart and stroked a finger through his furrow. He shuddered a little when I made contact with his pucker, and his groan signaled interest in an exploration of this territory.
Pulling off of my cock, he looked back at me. "Maybe we should go to the bedroom now."
Who was I to argue?
Standing up, he reached down to grab my hand and hoist me to my feet. Once in the bedroom, he pulled some lube and a couple of condoms out of the drawer in the bedside table, and crouched down on the bed, ass high in the air. Not exactly a subtle message.
Taking the lube from him, I smeared some on his fleshy ring and began to probe with my fingers, loosening him up. Despite his obvious experience, he was still pretty tight, promising what would be an enjoyable fuck. Eager to get on with it, I suited up my dick, which was still shiny with his saliva, lubed us both, and positioned myself right at his back door. My plan was to tease him a bit, rubbing the head up and down, poking in just a bit and pulling back out, but he was a greedy little fucker. Once I was parked at his hole, he backed up slowly, voluntarily impaling himself on my rigid prong. God, he gripped me tight as a glove, and I found myself having to take a deep breath and think about double-entry bookkeeping to keep from shooting my load right then and there. He didn't stop until I was buried balls-deep, and at that point I grabbed his shoulders and just held him there, so that we both could get used to the situation. I started off fucking him slowly and deliberately, taking my time so that I could learn the lay of the land, as it were. Pretty soon, though, he took charge of the tempo, speeding things up. It felt great, even through the condom, which Mark and I forgo with each other, since we are vigilant everywhere else. But, frankly, I so turned on by the sight of his hole clinging to my shaft as I pumped in and out that it is probably good that a layer of latex slightly dulled the sensations in my cock.
We switched around to a couple of different positions, but I could tell that he was going to lose it when I lay back and he began to ride me. He just about went nuts, pulling on his nipples as his fat cock slapped against his belly, and then jerking his foreskin back and forth across his fat head. As his smooth balls pulled up tightly in a wrinkled package against his groin, he began to emit a deep, guttural sound. When the geyser finally erupted, he stretched the cowl of skin back tightly, exposing his pulsating glans and just hosing me down. A couple of droplets made it all the way up into my hair. Still fucking him, I could feel the contractions deep in his guts. I could tell that I was close. Flipping him onto his back, I pushed back his big legs and really went to town on his ass. He could wait a few minutes for cuddle time. Our mouths met, teeth grazed, sweaty bodies moved together, and I forged as deep inside of him as I could. I swear that I came so hard that every drop of fluid inside of me ended up in that condom. Just. Fucking. Awesome.
When it was over, I collapsed on top of him for a couple of minutes, vibrating most pleasantly.
"So, what do you think about getting some food now?" he asked.
I tasted his salty skin. "I don't know, maybe I'll just make a meal of you."
After lying there a few more minutes, we decided that he would just be the dessert when we came back for a second round. And when I told Mark the story, it turned out to be just an hors d'oeuvre for our second round that night. Of course, after round two of reunion sex, Mark wasn't quite willing to give up on his interrogation.
"So, you guys just had dinner and parted company?"
"I don't think I said that."
"Well?" He arched an eyebrow at me.
I pursed my lips. "Boy, you just don't let me get away with anything. OK, yes, we did have dinner, and then..."
"Then?"
"We took a walk along the river, through a park, and he wanted to go skinny dipping at a spot he knew."
Eager to avoid causing an international incident, I was a little skeptical about Daniel's plan, but I agreed to let him at least show me the spot. It was right at a bend on the river where a sand bar created a pool of relatively calm water. A dense stand of trees and brush protected us from any prying eyes up on the path, and Europeans are pretty open about nudity, so Daniel ultimately persuaded me to join him. In truth, he probably could have persuaded me to do just about anything.
After losing our clothes, we slipped into the cool water. It was delicious. I was a little surprised that no one else was there on such a hot evening, but we appeared to be alone. The moon was about half full, so there was enough light to keep track of each other, but we didn't feel like we were under a streetlight.
Daniel swam up behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest. My treading was enough to keep us both afloat, so he concentrated on sucking and biting on the back of my neck while his hands roamed over my torso. His cock was as stiff as a flagpole, and he was not shy about wedging it in the crack of my ass. I was a little nervous that he was telegraphing a pretty clear signal that he wanted to fuck me, right then and there. In principle I wanted the same thing, but his girth was a little intimidating. And if he was planning on doing it without any lube, well, that was just going to be a non-starter. And yet the feel of his sand-papery stubble on my skin was increasing my openness to all kinds of things.
"It seems like we're going to need to go somewhere," I whispered.
"Follow me."
He swam maybe twenty yards away, where a ramshackle boathouse still stood. I guessed, correctly it turned out, that racing sculls had once been stored there.
"Come on!" Daniel motioned for me to follow him up the bank, and he disappeared inside. The sight of his glistening body, hair in all the right places, lean muscles rippling in the moonlight, damn, it was enough to get me to follow him just about anywhere.
It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkness inside, though moon and starlight did shine through the holes in the roof and the empty window frames. I wasn't immediately sure where Daniel was, but he came up behind me and turned me around, pulling me in to him. We kissed, gently at first and then more insistently, and he pressed his hard cock against mine. We were both leaking precum, creating the necessary slippery friction.
Despite the fact that we were in a public place, we really weren't in any hurry to move things along. I was enjoying exploring his body with my hands and my lips, and I think that he was doing the same. His body had its own unique geography, just like every other. Large, dark nipples that could be made to stand at attention. Powerful forearms covered with a dusting of dark fur. Thigh muscles that were a testament to innumerable miles of cycling. Strong shoulders that I gripped as he sucked me. Seeing him naked for the second time that evening gave me the opportunity to study the details, instead of just being overwhelmed by the whole package.
It was probably inevitable that, at some point in our mutual exploration, he would work his way around to my backside. Kneeling behind me, he parted my asscheeks and began to tease the puckered skin that guarded the entrance to my hole. He clearly enjoyed the task, and his teasing had me quivering like a bowl of jello as he nipped and licked and sucked. Reaching through my legs, he jerked my cock while he rimmed me, leaving me with little to do except enjoy the attention. He used all of the tools at his disposal to drive me into a state of slack-jawed horniness: lips, tongue, probing fingers. I was wide open and exposed to him.
I lost track of time, but finally he stopped and stood up, pulling me to him and wrapping his strong arms around me. He nuzzled my neck as, once again, he parked his cock at my rear. All I could think of was getting it inside of me, but that little rational voice inside of me said that there was no way that was going to be possible without copious lube.
"You want it, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah. Fuck yeah."
He pushed just a little inside, just the tip of the exposed head.
"You want me to fuck you." It was a statement more than a question.
I groaned, a mixture of pain from the tentative incursion and frustration.
"That's what I'm going to do, then."
He pushed me roughly onto all fours on a dirty tarp that lay on the floor. In the darkness I couldn't see what he was doing, but I heard him fumbling around behind a loose board in the wall. Then the sound of a condom packet being torn open and a bottle of lube popping open. Clearly this wasn't the first time he had brought someone to the boathouse. I later learned that he and a couple of friends kept a stash of supplies there. He would have made a good Boy Scout, I think.
He proceeded to fuck me up one side and down the other. And there was no doubt about who was in charge. I initially had a little trouble taking him deep, mainly because he was so damn thick, but that didn't stop him from bottoming out on every stroke. We started out with me on all fours in front of him, but before long he flipped me onto my back, pushed my thighs wide with his strong forearms, and began to saw in and out as we kissed. I didn't dare touch my cock, which was leaking like crazy and twitching hard on the threshold of orgasm. Instead, my hands roamed up and down his sweaty back and over his pumping ass cheeks. By this point his nips were hard as rocks, and he just about went nuts when I alternated between twisting them and grazing them lightly with my fingertips.
We were a well-oiled fuck machine, rocking back and forth against each other. All that remained to do was coordinate the chain reaction of our orgasms so that we would cum together.
"I want to shoot with you," I whispered in his ear.
"I'm close. Very close."
I could tell. His breath was increasingly ragged, and he increased his tempo. Reaching down, I began to jack my cock.
"I'm almost there," I said. He grunted, and with my free hand I reached down to massage his balls, which were once again pulling up into a hard package, ready to pump out their sticky juice.
The first wave of contractions washed over me, and I could feel my ass clamping down on his tool. He groaned deeply and withdrew almost completely before slamming in for two quick strokes. I started squirting cum on the first one, and his entire body went stiff as he bottomed out on the second one, as I continued to spray. He buried his face in my neck and pressed his full weight against mine. I think that every hair on our bodies was standing on end, discharging static electricity at every point of contact.
We rocked together, kissing and coming down from our high. He stayed buried deep inside of me, only gradually losing a bit of stiffness. I felt profoundly empty when he finally pulled out. He removed the brimming condom and tossed it into the darkness. We just lay next to each other for a while, completely quiet. I think that we were both pretty depleted.
"So, you're leaving tomorrow?"
"Yes, time to go back home."
"Pity. We'll meet again, perhaps."
"That could be fun. Maybe you'd even like to meet the husband."
"That sounds interesting."
Mark had the same reaction, when I finished telling him about the evening Daniel and I shared. That, of course, would be another story.