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Subject: Around the World.... Part 2
Message-ID: <1992Apr28.041957.11056@athena.cs.uga.edu>
From: whitaker@athena.cs.uga.edu (The Horny RA)
Date: 28 Apr 92 04:19:57 GMT
Organization: University of Georgia, Athens
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Around the World in 80 Orgasms Chapter 2: Brussels

     Having just arrived in Brussels after a somewhat long flight
courtesy of SABENA airlines, I was a little tired, felt dirty,
and just wanted to relax.  I went to the kiosk in the lobby of
the airport to find out about hotels and was pleased to find an
interesting young lad manning the booth.  I spent the five
minutes it took him to make a reservation staring at him
(apparently to no avail) and was pleased when he handed me
directions to the Hotel des Armes near the main plaza in town.

     I jumped on the train and was soon treated to a spectacular
view of the area between the airport and my destination.  It
appeared to be a lovely city, and I looked forward to wandering
around once I had gotten settled.

     I soon found myself alighting from the train and traversing
the distance to the hotel.  The directions I had been given were
impeccable, and I soon found myself standing in front of a quaint
little hotel overlooking the famous main square.  I went in and
had an enchanting conversation with the woman who ran the place,
and was shown to my room.

     As a student travelling on a student budget, I had carefully
stayed away from the expensive tourist hotel.  I found my room
much to my liking.  It was arrived at by climbing a very steep
set of stairs, and then veering off down a tiny passageway.  At
the end of the passage was a very low door, maybe five feet high,
and she opened it to reveal a charming little attic room with a
lovely round window that overlooked the square.  I thanked her
and began settling in.  I could barely move in the small room,
but enjoyed the privacy immensely.  I undressed and took a shower
down the hall and went back to my room.  I lay naked on the bed
for some time, watching the people in the square below.  From my
vantage point, they could not see me, but I could see them.

     I ran my fingers over my body as I relaxed and soon found
myself with a tremendous hardon, aching for release.  I pulled a
worn magazine out of my bag and began luxuriously masturbating to
the images before me.  Soon, all my sense of where I was became
lost and I earnestly brought myself to a wonderful climax. 
Lapping the semen from my fingers, I thought about what I wanted
to do and see, perusing my guidebook while removing the sticky
cum from myself.

     Once I was dressed, I headed back to the restaurant below
which served as the hotel headquarters as well.  I spoke to the
woman and told her that I was visiting Belgium for the first time
and was open to any suggestion she could offer.  I told her I was
terrible with directions and that she would have to speak her
French slowly as I was a a little rusty.

     She smiled and said, in French of course, "I have a
wonderful idea.  Why don't you let my son show you around this
afternoon and evening, and he can give you an idea of what to see
tomorrow."

     I thanked her and had a glass of wine while she went to
retrieve her son.  While I sat, I was thinking about what her son
would most likely be like.  Probably a young boy looking for a
few dollar tip.  I could handle it, and relished the company as
long as he could handle my inadequacies with the language.

     Imagine my surprise when her son turned out to be quite a
handsome lad.  I guessed at that moment that he might have been
18 or 19, and he was majestically beautiful in a peasant sort of
way.  He was tall, had immense shoulders and long tapered legs. 
His arms were Michaelangelo quality, and quite smooth.  He had a
pleasant face, not pretty but certainly not ugly either.

     His mother made the introductions and we set off.  We made
idle chatter along the way, and I learned that Philipe was born
in the hotel where I was staying and had rarely left Brussels. 
He definitely knew the town well, I must say.  We visited many
different places and he was patient and kind in explaining
everything, satisfying my curiosity at every turn.

     We ended up at a lovely little restaurant overlooking a
quaint little river.  Our table was on the patio and the food was
spectacular.  We chatted as we ate, and poured out our lives to
each other in somewhat garbled french and english intermixed. 
Phillipe asked me about my girlfriend, and I was on the verge of
making one up when I noticed the tenderness in his eyes.  I
couldn't lie to him, oh no!

     "Phillipe, I don't have a girlfriend.  I used to have one a
long time ago, but I decided somewhere along the line that I
didn't like girls.  Do you understand?" I asked.

     "Why that is marvelous, mon ami!  I too like the boys.  I
was in hoping that you did as well." he said to my surprise.

     He reached across the table and took my hands.  He spoke in
English, hesitantly.  "I've not experienced the love of two men. 
Would you show me?"

     What could I say?  You all know me too well for me to say
no, right?  Right.  "It would be my pleasure, Phillipe."

     Phillipe insisted on paying the bill and we walked hand in
hand through the cool evening back to the hotel.  We climbed the
steps to my little room and entered.  I closed the door behind us
and turned the key in the lock.  I walked the two feet to where
he was standing and took him in my arms, and hugged him tight.  I
could feel his nervous tremor as we embraced, and I gently pushed
my fingers through his hair.  We kissed, softly at first, then
more passionately until we were both gasping for breath.

               I backed up and began taking my clothes off.  He did the
same and we found ourselves wrapped up in each other on the
narrow bed.  He felt wonderfully soft and gentle as we explored
each others bodies.  His light whimpers as I stroked and kissed
every inch of him drove me to intense passionate heights.  I
scooted to the foot of the bed and took his penis in my mouth. 
His hips bucked as my tongue wrapped gently around his shaft, and
as I applied my patented sucking vacuum, he began writhing on the
bed and muttering something I couldn't understand.

     He pawed at my body as I continued to suck him off, and I
swung my torso around so that he could taste my meat.  With
little effort, my cock sank into his waiting throat and his
muffled groans felt wonderful against the skin of my shaft.  For
several long meaty moments, we sucked each other with abandon and
gently received each others' orgasms.

     Once spent, we lay back on the bed and talked for a while,
all the while massaging and caressing each others' bodies.  I
looked down and was pleasantly surprised to find two stretching
boners reaching up to the sky.  Needing no further cue, I turned
Phillipe over and began tonguing his asscheeks.  As my interest
in him grew, my tongue inched deep down inside his crack and
found the object of my desire.  I lovingly surrounded his hole
with little kisses and licks, and finally honed in and sank my
tongue into his willing hole.  He giggled in delight.

     I pushed one long thin finger inside of him and teased his
prostate gland.  He shrieked and begged for more, wiggling and
writhing all over the bed.  Three fingers later, I knew he was
mine, and I hunched over him and sank my cock into his warm,
tight ass.  I moved slowly, allowing him to adapt to the
intrusion, then began pummeling as I realized he wanted more.

     Back and forth I rocked, sinking my cock in and out of his
juicy ass, while he moaned and muttered beneath me.  We were
sweating bullets and making all kinds of noise, but neither of us
seemed aware of it.  Finally, with a powerful lunge I sank my
cock deep inside him and began blasting semen into his willing
caverns.  

     When it was all over, I flipped him gently over and
discovered that he had cum all over himself in the process.  We
nestled in the bed and kissed, and fell promptly asleep.
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Andrew L. Whitaker            |   author of "Dorm Encounters" and  |
The Horny R.A.                |   "Around the World in 80 Orgasms" | ---\\/--->
whitaker@athena.cs.uga.edu    |   and more.  Write if you dare!    |