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Subject: Around the World in 80 Orgasms Part 1 !!!!
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From: whitaker@athena.cs.uga.edu (Andrew L. Whitaker)
Date: 14 Apr 92 20:05:36 GMT
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Author's Note:  This series picks up shortly after Dorm
Encounters ends.  Andrew, the Horny RA has now graduated and has
been given a three month world trip for graduation.  Assume, for
the sake of the story, that Jason has decided not to go and has
given Andrew "permission" to play around while he is on his trip
as long as he ends up back in Jason's bed and heart upon his
return.  I know, I know, like "right!"  Just play along, folks.

                             Andrew

Around the World in 80 Orgasms, Part I: The Airport

     I gave my family and Jason a loving good-bye, stepped into
the airport and turned to wave as the car sped away.  Knowing
that Jason was staying with my folks while I was gone was a
comforting thought, though I wished with all my heart he could
have come.  Unfortunately, his career took an early start, and he
was already working.  Me, I was bound for three months of
whirlwind travel all around the world.  With tons of money,
several pieces of good luggage, and a few guidebooks, I was
ready.

     The first order of business was to get rid of the bags by
checking in.  I struggled across the expansive airport lobby to
the Sabena desk and plunked my bags onto the scale.  A very
handsome young man looked up and smiled, saying, "Where are you
going today, Sir?"

     I smiled back and handed him my round-trip ticket to
Brussels.  He busied himself with the grunt work of checking a
passenger in, and then began preparing my boarding pass.  "You
will be in the first row, seat B, Sir.  First Class.  Travelling
alone?"

     I smiled and said, "Yes, I just graduated from college and
wanted to get away.  Are you native Belge?  You have a wonderful
accent."

     "Yes, Sir.  I have just graduated from the college myself. 
I work for Sabena and am spending some time working here in
Atlanta for training.  Actually, This is my last day here, and I
will be on your flight this evening back to my home."

     "Wow.  That's neat!" I replied.  "Have you enjoyed being in
Atlanta?"

     "Yes, but I am used to a different night life, and I have to
say that I found very few eligible men for recreation."

     Suddenly, (schwing!) my pants got interested.  "What do you
mean, recreation?" I asked.

     "You know.  To love, to sex with, that kind of thing. 
You're not so bad yourself, Sir.  Wish I had met you!"
               "My, are all men in Belgium this openly gay?" I asked.

     "No, of course not, but I like the shock factor of being
blunt.  What will you be doing for the next couple of hours while
you are waiting for the flight, Mr. Handsome?"

     "I've just left Jason after an all-night marathon love-
making session.  What am I doing?" I asked myself.  But I
replied, somewhat impishly, "Nothing, handsome.  Whacha got in
mind?"

     "Well, I am due for my break as soon as Sheila comes back. 
Oh, look, here she comes.  What do you say to we go for a
stroll?"

     "Lead on, Monsieur." I said, eagerly anticipating getting
him out of his tight uniform.

     We wandered around the airport for a while until we came to
a door in one of the terminal corridors.  He produced a key,
went in, and beckoned me to follow.  "This is an office that we
don't use much.  No one will disturb us here, my friend."

     I followed him into the little office and was pleased to
find a long sofa and a soft carpet.  He stood and thrust his hand
out and said, "My name is Jean Luc, by the way, and you?"

     "I'm Andrew.  And I'm awfully glad we met, Jean Luc!"

     I put my hands on his shoulders and drew him to me.  Our
mouths met in a pleasurable kiss and our tongues found each
other, tangled in passionate thrusts.  We pulled apart and began
undressing.  I stopped moving and sat back on the desktop and
watched this hunk strip.  He was tall, well over six feet, with
dark wavy hair that hung to his collar.  His eyes were dark and
mysterious, and his face was gorgeous.  He had a strong jaw and
thick cheek muscles, tiny ears with a small diamond in each, and
a smile that would curl your toes.

     As he removed his tight shirt, I saw that his chest was a
work of art.  Chiselled to the point where all eight abdominal
muscles showed, completely devoid of hair, two quarter sized
brown nipples that were standing at attention: what more could a
man want?  He teased me by slowly undoing his pants and dropping
them to the floor.  He had european g-string underwear on that
left nothing to the imagination and could hardly contain what lay
packed inside.  He pulled his shoes and socks off and turned
around, giving me a shot of the most wonderful ass I've seen in
years: tight, firm round globes with just a trace of hair lining
the crack.  As he bent to slip his underwear off, I saw his
pucker and could have sworn it winked at me.

     He stood and turned slowly around, revealing a hard cock
standing straight out.  It was not big, not thick, but just
right.  About six inches, I suppose, and it was completely
smooth-- no veins, no bumps, just smooth velvet-like skin.  His
balls hung heavy in a hairless sac, and I began to slober in
anticipating.  He stood waiting as I quickly shed my clothes.  My
erection slapped up on my stomach and we slowly walked to each
other.

     We hugged ferociously as our cocks pressed together between
us.  Our mouths met in a deep embrace, and the grunts and moans
coming from us told me that we were having fun now!

     I pushed him back to the desk and laid him down on it until
his cock and midsection were bent over it slightly.  I pulled up
a chair, sat down between his legs, and took his cock in my
hands, rubbing up and down the soft skin.  I slowly sank my
bubble-gum lips over the tip and drew him in with one fell swoop. 
His cock's smoothness made my tastebuds sing.  They rejoiced as
they swept up and down his shaft gleefully.  I sucked him softly
and gently at first, and as his hips started to buck up and down,
I began devouring his cock with the speed and abandon of a crazy
person.  Frantically he pumped in and out of my mouth as my
fingers roamed his smooth skin, tweaking his nipples, playing in
his navel, and caressing his tight balls.  Without much warning
he began dumping jet after jet of creamy hot jism down my greedy
throat.  I swallowed as much as I could, but simply couldn't hold
it all in, and let it dribble down my chin.

     Once he had finished shooting, I let him rest for a moment,
then pushed his legs up to his chest and dove into that little
rosebud of an asshole I had glimpsed earlier.  I ran my tongue
round and round his little pucker, eliciting grunts and whimpers
from him.  The sweat forming on his body from all these
ministrations began to drip onto the desk, making his writhings
back and forth much easier.  I finally gave in and sank my hard
tongue into his asschute.  I plunged it in and out, in and out,
as fast as I could go until I had him panting and gasping.

     "Please, Andrew!  Please!  You have to put your big cock
into it NOW!" he cried.

     I flipped him over on the desk, and mounted his upturned
ass.  He took my cock effortlessly, and I felt myself hitting
bottom quickly.  I took a few tentative strokes to get the feel
of his ass, and was amazed to find that he knew exactly how to
contract his ass muscles to make me feel the most pleasure.

     Soon I was riding him hard, pounding my cock into his ass
mercilessly as he panted and cried for more.  Without
withdrawing, I turned his body so he was again on his back, and
pushed his legs back up to his chest.  He grabbed his legs around
the knees and watched my assault continue through his legs.  He
was grimacing and panting and groaning and sweat was pouring off
of both of us as I continued to ravage his sweet ass.  He made
it a great ride by manipulating his ass muscles differently with
each stroke, and soon I was pouring my hot steamy load down his
chute.  Jet after jet blasted past his sphincter into the depths
of his bowels, coating his insides with warm spunk.  I came and
came until I nearly blacked out from the combination of the
pleasure and loss of the semen I was pouring into him.

     Finally, completely spent, I pulled out and sank back onto
the sofa.  We lay apart for some time, gasping and panting and
moaning.  He fingered his ass while he lay there, and drew some
of my load onto his fingers and licked them off.  I became turned
on by the sight and crept over to his still upturned ass, and
sucked his ass dry, tasting my spunk and his steamy ass all in
one.  It was incredibly hot, and my cock rose again to play.  I
jacked myself furiously and sprayed him with cum in no time flat. 
He, in turn, sprayed my chest and groin with his second load, and
we fell to the floor, wrapped up together, sticky and wet and
heaving.

     After some time, we quietly licked each other clean, and
dressed.  A speaker announced our flight in an hour, so we headed
down to the gate to wait for the boarding.  As we walked, I
commented that he was fabulous and I would love to get together
with him again.  He told me where he lived in Brussels, gave me
his address and phone number, and we parted for the boarding
process.

     Ensconsed in the luxurious first class cabin, I sat down and
promptly fell asleep, waking twice for meals and such, and
arrived in Brussels eight hours later.

..... to be continued .....