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I'd been so distracted when I crawled into my London hotel suite bed that I didn't think to set an alarm, and the suite's blackout curtains were certainly doing their job. It appeared to be pitch black when I started to stir. I opened my eyes and looked sideways, only to remember my travel clock was still in my suitcase.
I had no idea what time it was and I realized that subconsciously, I'd been waiting for the Call To Prayer siren that woke me at dawn each morning in Istanbul. That realization made everything come flooding back, and with my eyes squeezed shut in the darkened room I cringed as I recalled the events of the past 24 hours.
I'd behaved like a prize brat because I couldn't bring myself to admit that I wanted my best mate Nick to fuck me and that I'd loved it. I sidelined that admission by turning nasty on him, effectively accusing him of seducing me. I'd behaved like a fucking big girl, and continued to mope and sulk while Nick made every effort to work out what was wrong.
I'd stormed off and left him in the airport lounge without properly saying goodbye and worse, without thanking him for his hospitality during my stay with him – at his expense – in his Sultanahmet hotel suite. It wasn't until I was almost in London that I woke up to myself and finally confronted my true feelings. I was in love with Nick and damn it, it appeared he was in love with me too. And I threw it all away.
The text messages I sent him on my arrival in London went unanswered, and I was shocked when my call to the hotel in Istanbul revealed he'd already checked out. I'd left him with no alternative but to move on with his life and he'd obviously shut me down because I was too much hard work. Who'd blame him?
After cringing under the covers a little longer and facing up to the stupid things I'd said and done the day before, I took a deep breath and threw back the sheets. I felt my way over to the windows and pulled back the curtains, and was immediately almost blinded by the strong mid-morning sun. At least I knew which end of the day I was in.
I sat on the edge of the bed for a few moments collecting my thoughts, before picking up the phone and calling room service and ordering hot coffee and pastries. I climbed back into bed and pondered how I would fill in three miserable days in London, with only my own embarrassment for company.
My thoughts turned once again to Nick and sadly I wondered where in Europe he was. I hadn't thought to ask him where his next stop was; knowing Nick, he wouldn't have planned anything. He'd have got to the airport and booked the next available flight somewhere.
My mind turned to the image of the tender but passionate kiss Nick planted on my lips just before he sank the swollen head of his cock into my ass for the first time, less than 24 hours ago; a kiss that stopped time. As I lay on the bed I watched my dick start to lengthen and harden at the memory and I was about to take hold of it when I was snapped back to reality by a knock on my door. Damn. I grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around my waist, and opened the door to find a very good looking older guy carrying a tray.
"Room service," he smiled.
I stood back to let him in, aware of his brief glance at the slight tent in my tightly tied towel. He placed the tray on my bedside table, and removed the cover to reveal a pot of freshly brewed coffee, fresh milk and a basket of toast with conserves. I'd actually ordered pastries, but I let it pass.
I turned to get some cash, and in the mirror I caught him checking out my ass. I smiled to myself, signed the bill and pressed a one pound note into his hand. He nodded his thanks and said "Anything else I can for you while you're here sir, please just let me know."
For emphasis, he added, "Anything at all ...". I thanked him and showed him to the door.
Fuck, I was noticing the sheer amount of guys-who-like-guys everywhere I turned lately. The steward on the plane last night, the check-in guy at reception who'd upgraded me, and now the room service bloke. Flattering as it was, I was now painfully aware that the only guy-who-likes-guys I wanted in my life – and in my arms – was my best mate Nick. And I'd driven him away.
I took a mouthful of coffee, dropped the towel and stepped in to the shower. The hot water felt good and I stood under the spray for a long time. But while the water washed away my sweat, it couldn't wash away my feelings of regret over the way I'd treated Nick.
Shutting off the shower, I took a bite of toast and started toweling myself off when there was another knock at the door. Probably the room service guy returning with the pastries I'd ordered. I threw on one of the hotel's white toweling bath robes and opened the door.
You can only imagine my shock – and delight – to see Nick and his suitcases. We stood just looking at one another for a few moments. I wanted to throw myself at him and apologize for being a cunt. Hell, I wanted to kiss him like he'd kissed me the previous afternoon. But shock outweighed delight and rooted me to the spot; all I could manage was "Nick ..."
"Yeah, g'day mate," he replied, a cautious smile on his face. He looked like he was applying for a job – clothes all neat, his usual five-o'clock-shadow shaved clean. "I'm Nick Walker ..."
"You're supposed to be in Istanbul," I said blithely.
"Nah, too many bad things happen in Istanbul," he replied. "People keep leaving me."
"People?"
"Well, Christina left me ..."
"She was only on holiday and you knew she had to go home to Sweden ..."
"Yeah, fair enough. But she still left me ," he shrugged. "It wasn't a drag though because I had my best mate in the world staying with me, but somehow I managed to really piss him off because he left in a chauffeur-driven huff."
I realized that Nick was slipping into the kind of tongue-in-cheek double-speak banter we'd exchanged so often when we were roommates at Uni, much to the amusement of the other guys. My heart was pounding and I just wanted to hug him, but I decided I'd play along.
"So what did you do to this mate of yours that was so bad?" I asked.
"I got him into a threesome with the girl from Sweden, and that was outside his comfort zone. While we were sharing her I introduced him to bit of what I thought was harmless man-to-man stuff, and that all probably happened too fast."
"Maybe you should've talked it through with your mate the next day so that he wasn't left wondering what the fuck had happened?"
"I guess I should have," Nick agreed. "But instead, I told him I'd had sex-u-al thoughts about him when we shared a room at Uni. Then he and I had some awesome sex, and I thought I was being cool by shrugging it off as no big deal."
"Well maybe it was no big deal."
"Oh it was a big deal alright. Best sex I've ever had. I was trying to keep it light in case he was a bit freaked out. I said a few wrong things and he just kinda flipped me off at the airport."
"So why are you in London?"
"Well, that's where my mate was headed, so I rang the airline and pretended to be him and told them I couldn't find my itinerary, and couldn't remember where I was staying."
"So you impersonated your mate?"
"It wasn't an impersonation. If I was impersonating him, I'd have thrown a big hissy fit."
I let that one go. "What did the airline tell you?"
"They told me I was staying at the Langham."
"But you're not staying at the Langham. I am."
"That's true, and so's my mate, but I can't seem to find him."
"Why do you want to find him?"
"I want to tell him I love him, and I want to say I'm sorry".
He had me now and he knew it, but we kept up the routine. "It's customary to say sorry with flowers. I see you didn't bring any ..."
"I don't have flowers, but I've got a big stalk."
"And what if it turns out your mate's not interested?"
"Oh, I'm sure his pride will make him want to appear uninterested, and that's a brain thing," Nick smirked, before adding, "but there appears to be a level of interest from one of his other organs!"
I looked down and sure enough, Old Faithful was up and looking around, threatening at any moment to find the fold in my bathrobe and make an impromptu appearance.
"You'd better come in, then," I said.
Nick picked up his suitcases and said, "I think I need to come in. I think you need medical assistance."
"No I don't".
"I think you've been bitten by something in that area under your bathrobe, which has caused a dangerous swelling".
"How would you know?"
"I'm a doctor."
"No you're not."
"I could be. It might be something else I haven't revealed about myself."
"You're very good at that ..."
"I'm good at making the swelling go down, too, being a doctor and all ..."
"Just out of interest, how would a doctor make the swelling go down?"
"Well, if you've been bitten by something venomous, which I think is likely, I'd have no choice but to suck the poison out."
"I think you're trying to seduce me, just like you seduced your mate."
"I certainly am not," he retorted with mock indignation. "I'm trying to save your life."
"So now you're saying you're a Life Saver too?"
"Yes. And if you lose consciousness at any time while I'm sucking the poison out, I'm qualified to give mouth-to- mouth resuscitation."
"You seem to have a lot of qualifications."
"I certainly do," he replied. "If you don't believe me, I can show you my testimonials ..."
I wanted to keep the routine going, but I started to laugh, which immediately brought to Nick's face that goofy grin I'd pictured in my mind so much the past 24 hours. He took advantage of the moment to sink to his knees.
"If you're thinking of proposing," I said, "now's not the right time."
"If things go well, I'll get to your ring later," he shot back. "Right now, as your doctor, I have a duty of care ..."
I watched as he untied my bathrobe and opened it, my rampant cock springing out to point at his face.
Sitting on his haunches, he inspected it from all angles and shook his head with mock concern. "This looks very, very nasty," he said seriously. "I need to act quickly ..."
How could I not love this guy? "Well, if you think it'll save my life ..."
"It's doctor's orders," he smirked. "Dr. Walker is gonna make you feel a whole lot better."
With that, he leaned forward and wrapped a hand around my pulsating dick and that simple action drew a large, opaque drop of pre-cum from my balls. I barely breathed as I watched Nick's tongue lap away the juice, roll it in his mouth and then swallow.
His tongue returned and he flicked it around the swollen crown of my cock, and I could only moan when he moved lower and ran his tongue up and down the top and underside of my stalk, leaving it wet and glistening. In the most excruciatingly pleasurable way, Nick nibbled softly up and down the length of my hardon before his mouth opened and covered my cock to about half way. I felt my legs weaken.
My automatic reflex was to push my hips out, forcing more dick into Nick's mouth and he instantly swallowed, welcoming me in. He remained static for a moment or two before suddenly moving forward and swallowing me to my pubes. The groan he elicited from me could be heard, I was sure, several rooms away, as it dawned on me that nobody had ever swallowed my cock this completely.
As Nick began giving me a blowjob unlike anything I'd ever experienced, he raised his eyes to look at me and they sparkled as he confirmed to himself the indescribable pleasure he was giving me. I watched as his head bobbed up and down on my throbbing shaft while one hand massaged my tightening man berries.
My moaning increased as my cock flexed inside his wet, warm mouth and though I wanted the feeling to go on forever, I was simply unable to stop the mechanisms that were preparing to trigger a tidal wave from my balls. I reached out and put my hand on the back of Nick's head, to both steady myself and to ensure that he didn't back off, and my knees buckled as jets of hot cum shot from the eye of my cock over my mate's tongue and down his throat.
Like a true champ, Nick swallowed and suck, devouring the thick spurts of nut nectar that continued to erupt from my twitching rod. Even after my ejaculation had ended, Nick continued to suck, milking my dick as it started to soften. As exquisite as the feeling was, I had to groan "no more" and pull back.
"God, Nick ... fuck," I gasped, feeling more completely drained than I'd ever been.
"I told you you'd feel a whole lot better," he smirked. "You have to learn to trust the doctor."
"Which medical college taught you that?"
"I learnt everything I know from Dr. Linda Lovelace," Nick replied. "I watched her instructional video several times and I finally realized that anything she could do, I could do even better!"
"I think I should nominate you for the Nobel Peace Prize ..."
"Nah mate," he chuckled. "You could take me out for lunch though. I'm starving."
"You just ate more than 300 million sperm. How hungry can you be?"
"That was the entrée. Right now I'm feeling like toasted chicken sandwiches ..."
"You've just had cock, and now you want more?".
"Lukey boy, there is no such thing as too much cock!"
I'd recovered sufficiently to offer my hand to Luke and I pulled him to his feet. Trapped inside his Levi's I could see the outline of one very hard dick. "I don't think you should go out to lunch with that," I said, nodding at his groin. "Old ladies might faint."
"I'll take care of `em if they do," he laughed. "I'm a doctor remember?"
Before I could respond, Nick pulled my near-naked body to his, and pushed his lips against mine. Our tongues dueled before Nick's pushed its way into my mouth. My knees almost gave way a second time as I sank into another long, passionate kiss.
When we separated, Nick kept his hand at the back of my neck. "You need to wash your cock and throw some clothes on mate," he grinned. "And while you do that, I've just gotta run a quick errand."
"What errand?"
"Can't say," he replied. "Want me to bring you back a latte?"
I nodded, and Nick disappeared out the door. I went back and lay on my bed, my senses still overloaded from the blowjob I'd just received from Nick. I knew one thing for sure, no girl had sucked my dick that well. Ever.
Before I boned up again I grabbed some jeans and a tee shirt and headed for the bathroom. I used a wash cloth to clean up the remnants of my cum and Nick's saliva, threw on some clothes and slipped into a pair of sandals. I'd just cleaned my teeth when Nick walked in carrying two take-away coffees ... and a big bunch of red roses! He grinned as he handed them to me.
"You crack me up Nick," I laughed. "Red roses are a symbol of love ..."
"Sometimes they are, Lukey," Nick replied. "But in some cultures they mean something different. To the Romans the red rose signified lust. For the early Christians, red roses symbolise Christ's blood during the crucifixion. And to certain ancient tribes of Aztecs, one man giving another man a bunch of red roses was another way of saying `You're my best mate and I'm sorry I treated you badly, and by the way you've got a really hot ass'!"
"You just made that up!"
"No I didn't," Nick replied. "I'm a historian."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am, and in case you've forgotten I've been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize."
"No, I believe it was the Nobel Bullshit Prize," I chuckled. "Let's go eat."
We hit the elevator and as we walked through the hotel lobby Nick caught the eye of the cute guy who'd upgraded me, and as we walked past, Nick grabbed one of my ass cheeks and squeezed – exactly the same thing I'd done to him in front of our bewildered teenage waiter at the House Of Medusa in Sultanahmet!
We wandered down Regent Street for a while, checking menus, before settling on `The Leicester Arms' and ordering a couple of beers as we checked the menu. When the drinks arrived, Nick ordered a toasted chicken schnitzel foccacia with chips, and I ordered a warm Mediterranean vegetable salad.
Over lunch, before Nick had a chance to really say anything, my regrets and recriminations all came tumbling out in one hit and I explained, as best I could, why I'd reacted the way I had and my fears that what had happened between us would change our friendship. I did my best to apologise for my immature behaviour and to assure Nick that I valued our friendship even more now than I did before.
Nick listened patiently, a slight smile on his lips. When I'd run out of words to say, he leaned forward across the table and took my folded hands in his. "Lukey," he said, "we've been mates for a very long time and we've always been there for each other. We've always been as close as two guys can be, the only difference now is that we're a little bit closer," he grinned. "We're best mates, and now we're fuck buddies!"
We talked a bit more over a second beer, and Nick did his best to allay all my concerns; no, we're not now a gay couple. And no, we're not committed to one another in any way, and that the first bit of skirt that came along and took our fancy was fair game.
Lunch over, we paid the bill and Nick casually remarked, "better work out where I'm staying I guess."
"You'll stay at the Langham won't you?" I asked, surprised.
"Mate," he shot back, "I can't afford digs like that!"
"Neither can I," I laughed. "I got upgraded remember!"
"You mean you wiggled your hot little ass in front of the check-in cutie and you got an upgrade!"
"Mate, if you've got it, flaunt it!" I laughed. "My upgraded suite is your upgraded suite!"
We grabbed a six-pack of beer and made our way back to the hotel. As we strode through the hotel lobby, Nick broke away from me and approached the check-in cutie who'd upgraded me. The man's name badge read "Gil" and Nick addressed him accordingly.
"Gil," he said, "we're in suite 1217. Can you make sure there's a `do not disturb' on our phone?"
"Certainly sir," said Gil. "It's probably jet lag that makes you want to crash?"
"Actually Gil," Nick grinned, "we're planning to crash the yoghurt truck!"
A slight smile spread across Gil's face.
"That's a euph-em-ism, Gil," said Nick proudly.
"Actually sir," said Gil. "I believe it's a metaphor!"
Nick walked back to me looking a little confused. As we waited for the lift, Nick asked, "you did language as a secondary subject, what the fuck's a metaphor?"
Stepping into the lift I replied, "a metaphor is the expression of an understanding of one concept in terms of another concept."
Nick looked even more confused. "There's usually a similarity or correlation between the two concepts," I added.
Stepping out of the lift on the 12th floor, I asked Nick if he wanted me to give him some examples of a metaphor?
"No, I think I've got it Lukey," he said. "Like, one concept is I have a cock, and another concept is you have a cock, and there's a similarity between the two concepts. It ain't rocket science!"
Inside our suite, Nick busied himself unpacking his suitcase and hanging things in the hallway closet while I quickly showered again. I dried myself in the bedroom, and was about to throw on track pants and a tee shirt when my eyes fell to the bunch of roses Nick had bought me. I had an idea!
While Nick was still unpacking his cases I closed the double doors to the bedroom and dropped my towel. Naked, I positioned myself on the bed on my hands and knees, my raised ass pointed towards the door and my balls dangling loose. I carefully reached back and positioned Nick's bunch of - thankfully de-thorned - roses so that they were standing up on the bed and resting in the crack of my ass.
"Hey Nicky," I called out. "In here ..."
I heard the bedroom door open and the small laugh as Nick said, "What the fuck? ..."
"I didn't have a vase!" I said.
"Actually," Nick replied, "I believe you're using rosebud' as a metaphor for asshole'. Am I right?"
"Fucked if I know, mate," I said. "You can check with your mate Gil downstairs. He'll know!"
"Yeah, later," Nick said. "Right now I want to take the time to smell the roses!"
With that Nick crawled on the bed behind me and I heard him sniffing the roses. He moved the flowers to one side and I could feel his breath, so his face was obviously close to my exposed asshole.
"I don't wish to alarm you, Mr Bennett," he said, slipping back into his `doctor' voice, "but it appears there's a hole in your ass!"
"Well, you're the doctor," I shot back. "Can you fix it?"
"I'm not sure I can `fix' it," he replied. "I think I can probably plug the hole though."
"Well, do whatever you need to," I said, wiggling my ass slightly.
"First, I need to moisten the area," he said, as he spread my ass cheeks and flicked the tip of his tongue over my ass hole. My groan resulted in Nick burying his face further between by spread butt cheeks and his flicks became long up and down laps of his tongue, over and around my opening.
Less than 72 hours earlier, I'd never known that men engaged in the practice and if I had, I'd surely have thought it repugnant, but Nick was certainly let me know first hand – or first tongue – what I'd been missing out on all these years.
As he lapped away, Nick very gently slipped one saliva-covered finger into my ass, massaging my ring and inner wall, and instinctively I pushed back on his finger. He withdrew his tongue and then plunged it back into my ass again. With his tongue inside me, his lips were pressed against the outside of the opening, and his efforts on the inside of my ass made me shiver.
Nick withdrew his tongue again and quickly replaced it with two of fingers, which he worked in and out. It felt slightly uncomfortable at first, moreso when he added a third finger, but I continued pushing back against them and I could feel my ass opening up.
As he continued to finger fuck me, Nick reached under me with his other hand and squeezed my throbbing cock, eliciting more soft moans.
"You OK Lukey?" he asked, as his hand clamped and unclamped my pole.
"Fuck yes, mate," I groaned. "It feels so good."
"Well, Mr Bennett," Nick replied, once again using his `doctor' voice. "The preparation has been done, and I believe it's now time to insert the probe.".
"Doctor Walker," I said, deliberately sounding cautious. "I'm not sure what that means ..."
"What that means, Mr Bennett," Nick grinned, "is that I'm going to insert a 20 centimeter piece of special apparatus, known in medical circles as a "Nickydick', into that beautiful, perfect ass of yours, and I'm going to move it around in there until it deposits a dose of serum into your intestines."
Keeping as straight a face as I could, I replied, "Dr. Walker, I believe that's just a metaphor for sliding your beautiful fat cock into my tight hot ass and fucking me until I'm cured?"
"Mr Bennett," he replied. "You're absolutely correct. But I am obliged, by Hippocratic oath, to give you a medical prognosis rather than to talk dirty. But I'm happy to talk dirty if that's your preference."
I gave him his answer when I wiggled my ass towards him and said, "you'd better fuck me then, doc, and you'd better do it right now!"
Without missing a beat, "Dr Walker" went to work. After one final tongue sweep of my ass, Nick sat back and I heard the ripping of foil, followed by the squirting of lube, and after lining up the head of his cock with my quivering opening, he impaled me on his rigid shaft with one gentle thrust.
"You OK, Lukey?" he groaned.
"Mate, no pain no gain," I managed to grunt, and to reinforce the fact I flexed my sphincter muscles and squeezed his cock like a vice.
"Mr Bennett," he sighed, "I'm afraid I'm no longer your doctor ..."
I paused. "Then who are you?"
"I'm your best mate, Lukey," Nick moaned in an almost dreamy, far-away voice, "and I've got my cock fully in your spec-tac-u-lar ass, and I'm gonna fuck you until both of us cum."
I so desperately wanted to kiss him at that moment, to feel his soft lips against mine and to taste his mouth, but I was facing the fucking bed head! Nick knew I was ready and pulled his cock out a little before pushing it back in.
Each time he bottomed out I felt his ball sac pressing against mine, and each time I felt it, I whimpered. But when the ridge of Nick's cockhead started brushing against my prostate, those whimpers turned to moans that could wake the dead.
"You like that, Lukey?" Nick panted, in a voice so lusty I almost didn't recognise it. "You like my big fat dick in your ass, pushing all your buttons? You like getting fucked? Fuck, Lukey, your ass is just perfect ..."
His voice trailed off as he hunched over my back with his arms around me and grabbed my pulsating cock in his hand. "Mate, like I told you before, your ass and my cock are a perfect match."
With that, he picked up the pace and all I could hear was the slap of his balls hitting mine and the sound of his moaning. Somewhere in the distance I could vaguely hear someone panting `fuck me, oh God, fuck me', before I realized it was me.
As Nick slowed down, he raised one of my legs and spun me around so that he was on top of me, my legs lewdly spread wide. He grabbed a pillow and moved it under my ass before he started thrusting into me again. Though my eyes were half-closed, I could see the enjoyment in his face.
My mind was filled with pleasurable sensations and my prostate was telling me that all the little sperm I'd been holding in reserve were mustered and ready to make their way into the world. My body went limp for a moment and then rigid as my cock started spurting white ribbons of semen in powerful bursts.
Some of those spurts splashed on Nick's taught chest and the realization he'd made me cum brought him to the edge. "Oh fuck Lukey," he gasped, "I'm gonna cum ..." as his balls gave it up and shot their contents into the thin rubber barrier that separated us.
I felt sexually euphoric. Our almost syncronised ejaculations created a time bubble for me and I felt like my world stool still, just for those moments. I felt a connection with Nick stronger than any bond I'd felt in my life to date, and I believe that for the first time in my life, I knew what it was like to truly love another human being.
As if he was reading my thoughts, Nick leaned forward and kissed me. "I love you Luke," he said, his face so close that our noses were touching. "I don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow, or next week or next year, but right now all I wanna do is enjoy this with you."
I kissed him back and flexed my ass muscles around his deflating cock. I put my hands on either side of his head and said, "You know Nick, if someone had told me two weeks ago that on my big overseas adventure I'd be sucking your cock and getting fucked in the ass by you, and loving it, I'd have thought they were nuts. But I'm glad I've discovered this side of me and I'm glad it was you led the expedition."
Nick kissed me again, running his tongue long the inside of my teeth. "I also led the expedition into the Spanish Territories."
"No you didn't. That was Zebulon Pike."
"That's the name I was using at the time. You wouldn't want history recording that Nick Walker was some famous explorer, would you? Zebulon Pike was a much better idea."
I was smirking. "It happened in the early 1800s, Zeb ..."
"Ah, yes," grinned Nick, "that's another thing you won't like. I've been lying about my age ..."
It's hard to describe, but I was experiencing perfect happiness. I put my arms around Nick's back and squeezed him against me as hard as I could. As he relaxed into the hug, his limp cock slipped out of my ass leaving me with a feeling of emptiness. His hand slipped down to remove his loaded condom; he rolled off me and dropped it on the bedside table.
As he lay on his back I leaned across and kissed him, very tenderly, on the lips. I curled my body into his side and lay my head on his chest, my eyes looking down over his stomach to the chubby arc of his spent cock.
"You have a really nice penis," I said lazily, my hand rubbing over his lower stomach.
"And you've got a really nice ass, mate," he replied. "Told ya already, perfect match."
We lay silently like that for a long time; the only movement in the room was my hand moving in small circles on Nick's stomach, the only sound was our breathing. Eventually I realized Nick's breathing had changed and, looking up, I realized he'd fallen asleep. As well he would, given the fact he hadn't really slept for 48 hours. And he was in a different time zone.
I slowly extricated myself from his embrace and pulled the covers up over him. I tip-toed out of the room and closed the double doors, leaving him to enjoy his slumber.
In the bathroom, I cleaned myself up and put on a hotel bathrobe, before opening one of the beers we'd bought after lunch and sipping it while watching the BBC news quietly in the suite's lounge. When it was finished, I checked on Nick. He was still fast asleep had kicked his off his covers. He was lying on his back, one arm across his face, his flaccid cock resting against his thigh. His ball bag, now playing host to the two big glands that were back in sperm manufacturing mode, was flopped obscenely between his splayed legs. Ah, what a sight ...
I closed the door and picked up the room service menu. I figured it might be good for Nick to have a snooze, but he should wake up and have an evening meal in the new time zone, and then sleep at bedtime in the new time zone ... the theory being he'd wake up adjusted to the new time zone.
I flicked through the choices before phoning room service, aware immediately that I was talking with the same guy who'd brought my breakfast order. I ordered a club sandwich with fries for myself, and the typical British bangers n mash' for Nick, with a side of stir fried vegetables, and a slice of chocolate mousse cake to share.
I flicked around the channels for a while before getting online and checking my email and was just shutting down the computer when I heard the knock. "Room service". I opened the door to the same good looking guy who'd delivered coffee and toast this morning.
"Good evening sir," he said as he walked in carrying a large cloth covered tray. Smirking to myself, I asked him to take the tray through to the bedroom and place it on the table, and to please open the blinds. I watched as he opened and walked through the doors to the bedroom, set the tray down on the table and open the blinds. The look on his face when he turned around was priceless; Nick was still on his back, his plumped up dick resting on his thigh and his baby-makers sagging in their sack.
The flustered room service guy busied himself by removing the covers from the tray and, as I walked towards him with pen in hand to sign for the food, he stuttered, "um, that's quite a feast, sir."
I knew he was talking about what I'd ordered, but I said, "yes, and the food looks pretty good too."
I signed the charge slip and handed the man a pound, and smiled to myself as he scurried for the door. In the bedroom, Nick was beginning to stir and his face lit up when I walked into the room.
"Hey Lukey," he said sleepily. "I must have flaked on ya! Sorry."
"It's cool mate," I replied. "You needed a snooze, but I thought I'd wake you so you can slip back into the right time zone."
"Hmm," he grinned. "I'd rather slip back into Luke!"
"Plenty of time for that mate," I laughed. "I ordered us some dinner"
I took the silver lid off the first plate, my club sandwich and fries, and once he was propped up on pillows, I handed the second plate to Nick.
Taking the lid off, he grinned. "Awesome! Mate, haven't had bangers and mash for yonks. Gravy too. I'm starving!"
We tucked into our meals, me seated at the small table in front of the window, Nick in bed with the covers off and his knees drawn up, giving me an uninterrupted view of his impressive junk sagging between his legs.
Once we'd finished the main courses, I stacked the plates on the tray and phoned room service to collect them. As expected, it was the same room service guy, who took our used dishes and in turn handed me another plate with a silver cover.
"This is with the compliments of Gil at reception, sir," he said, as be bowed and backed out the door.
Closing the door, I walked back into the bedroom and handed the covered plate to Nick with raised eyebrows. When Nick took the lid off the plate, we both started to laugh. On the plate were two small tubs of yoghurt and a tiny toy truck, turned on its side!
Nick got up and moved to the lounge, flicking on the television, and I joined him on the couch where we shared the chocolate mousse cake ... with yoghurt on the side!
Together, we watched Spooks' on the BBC and it was amusing to see Nick, completely naked, so engrossed in the storyline about three Chinese agents being investigated by a group of M15 officers. When actor Richard Armitage made his first appearance, Nick laughed about his character name being Lucas North'.
"How come nobody ever calls you Lucas?" he asked.
"Mum does," I replied. "And dad does too, when he's pissed off with me."
"Yeah, I knew I was in trouble at home when mum or dad called out `Nicholas'," he laughed. "I think I might start calling you Lucas."
"I prefer it when you call me Lukey," I smiled.
"OK, Lukey it is! And I reckon it's time to hit the sack again mate. I'm struggling to stay awake."
I switched the television off and killed the lights and by the time I was in the bedroom, Nick had slid beneath the covers and was yawning. I took off my bathrobe and as I moved to the bed, Nick held his arms outstretched. I jumped under the covers and was immediately embraced.
I cuddled in to Nick, and with his arm behind my head his hand gently stroked my hair, and every now and again, he kissed the back of my head. Repeating our routine from earlier, my hand was moving in small, lazy circles on Nick's stomach, only this time, by the time I reached the start of his treasure trail, something large was bumping my hand. I smiled to myself.
"I thought you were struggling to stay awake?"
"Most of me wants to sleep," he chuckled. "But one part of me is obviously responding to Cool Hand Luke!"
Moving very slightly I began to plant small kisses on Nick's chest and then slowly started moving down his body, licking his nipples, and then tonguing his belly button. By the time I reached his pubes, his cock was at full mast, pulsing against the side of my face and begging to be sucked.
I flashed on my debut as a cocksucker in Nick's bed in Istanbul, embarrassed by my clumsiness, especially in light of the exquisite blowjob Nick had given me earlier in the day. I was determined to get it right this time.
I opened my mouth and closed it again around the smooth arc of Nick's erection. Extra slowly, I sucked my way down the shaft until my nose was buried in the patch of curly hair at the base of Nick's sperm spitter. Nick groaned and lifted his ass slightly to ensure that every inch of his fuck stick was buried in the warmth of my mouth.
It was a given that Nick had received countless blowjobs over the years, from school girls, college girls, married women and married men, and no doubt some of them had been better than others. I could only hope this one would rival those. If I put in the effort, it might even surpass them ...
Drawing back, I continued to suck gently on Nick's dick, my tongue moving slowly and deliberately over the throbbing head, before tracing the ridge of his glans. I could hear Nick's breathing change and the small whimpering sounds he was making, and I was determined to make this a head job Nick would never forget. I wanted him to feel the kind of pleasure he'd given me.
I continued sucking him deep into my mouth, the head of his cock swelling at the entrance to my throat. As my hand moved to massage his balls, I found them drawn up tight against the base of his prick, which told me was probably close to busting his nut. Right on cue, he moaned "Fuck Lukey, oh fuck" as he raised his ass even higher off the bed and thrust even deeper into my mouth. My hand gripped the base of his cock to slow the onslaught, while my tongue and lips continued their assault.
Nick's whimpers turned to moans and before long, morphed into that familiar long growl that signaled his imminent release. His body strained and his hands clutched at the sheets and he started to fuck my mouth in earnest. "Lukely, oh God," he groaned, "don't stop ... fuck, I'm gonna ...". He ran out of words as he arched his back and sank his rigid rocket right into my throat.
I felt his cock swell and I instinctively started breathing through my nose. Suddenly Nick started making those primal, animal noises I'd grown to love, and his balls exploded, filling my mouth with jets of his sweet, thick semen. There was so much of it I had no choice but to start swallowing it and I mentally high-fived myself for not coughing and spluttering the way I had the first time.
Nick's cock continued to shoot until his balls had given up every last sperm soldier. He lay on his back, panting, as his dick slowly softened in my mouth. It was only then I realized his hand was gripping handfuls of my hair. A few seconds later, his hand gently pushed my head, a sign that his dick was sensitive.
Reluctantly I let his deflating penis slip from my lips and I watched as it fell between his open legs and rested against his relieved ball sac.
I raised myself up on one elbow and before he had the chance to speak, I kissed him, knowing he would taste the traces of his own juice on my lips.
Breaking the kiss, he was still fighting to catch his breath. "Lukey, mate," he panted. "I don't ... I've never ... fuck, mate ...".
I felt jubilant. "I did OK, Nicky?"
"Mate," he grinned. "It'll sound like bullshit probably, but I reckon that was the best blowjob I've ever had. You learn fast, Lukey!"
"Taught by an expert, mate!" I laughed. Again, Nick ruffled my hair. He reached up and kissed me again, and I lowered myself and turned slightly, so that I was spooning Nick's back. I knew it would only be a matter of moments before Nick succumbed to a blissful sleep.
I slid my hand down over his chest and stomach, and kept going, running my palm over his soft cock and down to his ball bag, which I gently held in my hand.
"It's all about trust, Nicky. We're mates!," I whispered into his ear, smiling to myself at my cleverness in repeating the words Nick had said to me in Sultanahmet, before he fucked the living daylights out of me for the first time.
I heard a sleepy chuckle. "I trust you with my balls, Lukey," he murmured, as his hand covered mine around his ball bag and sleep overtook him.
I remembered what Nick had said earlier in the day, when we kissed after making love. Like Nick, I had no idea what was going to happen tomorrow, or next week or next year.
Right now I realized, as my body started to shut down for the night, I was in the happiest place I'd ever been ...
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