Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2012 02:39:21 +0100
From: Ryan Zackheim <ryanzackheim@gmail.com>
Subject: Encounters - London Vacation - Part 4

London Vacation - Part 4

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The afternoon at the stores was a good one. After my morning wake-up fuck
with the German dude -- and my awesome discovery of Grindr -- I was
ready for some retail therapy and headed over to Oxford Street to meet up
with the `rents. My Dad looked relieved to see me when I met them in the
food hall of Selfridges. He handed me a bunch of bags and said he was going
to go to the bookstore in Selfridges and bury his nose in a book. That left
me as personal porter to my mom as she went to every friggin' concession
in the store. She bought me a coupla T-shirts and a pair of shoes, but I
don't really need that much stuff. Besides, I hadn't decided what
kind of person I was going to be in college next year, so I didn't want
to waste her money buying all kinds of shit I wouldn't wear. Also, I was
very distracted by Grindr lol!

Whenever Mom was in a changing room, I'd pull out my phone and check the
app to see if there was any action. There was a brief moment when there was
someone in the same store looking for action, but it blipped off the radar
real quick -- probably some kind of mistake. There were a few hits in the
vicinity, but since I couldn't really hook up at that time, I just
checked more to stoke my general horny state -- as if I needed more
encouragement!

By the time we were done with the stores, it was 6pm and we were at the
Marble Arch end of Oxford Street. Mom had gone nuts for some hell hole
called Primark, where everything was dirt cheap and probably made by small
children somewhere. Whatevs. Dad was starving and I was tired as hell,
since I was the one who had to accompany mom into -- and beat our way
through -- the crowd in Primark, while he had found a bookstore nearby
and just sat in relative peace for a few hours while we fought our own
version of the retail war.

We took a cab back to the hotel just because it was kinda ridiculous to go
anywhere with the number of shopping bags my mom had accumulated that
afternoon. After dropping all the stuff off at their room, I went back to
mine. Along the way, I looked at the door of the guy I had passed by
earlier that day -- his handsome face, framed by those nerdy glasses,
gave me a slight stirring in my pants, and I grinned as I walked back to my
room. We'd agreed to meet for dinner in a half hour, so there was no way
I could play, so I just took a quick shower and freshened up. I clicked on
Grindr -- there was a lot of activity; the pre-dinner rush lol! I saw a
couple of prospects, but since I wasn't sure what time we would be back,
I couldn't commit. With a few minutes to spare, I scribbled a note to my
neighbour down the hall: ÒSorry if I weirded you out this morning. I
think you're really hot. Come knock on my door after midnight if
you're interested in a bit of fun.Ó I included my room number and,
before I could chicken out, I walked to his room and slipped the note under
his door, then headed over to meet my parents in their room.

When I got there, Dad was biting into a club sandwich he'd ordered from
room service, and Mom was sprawled in an arm chair, her shoes off and
looking really relaxed.

`Guys, I thought we were going out to dinner?' I asked.

`Sorry Ry; I'm too tired to get out of this chair, and your father
was too hungry to wait for us to go out,' my mom muttered.

`You want a sandwich?' my dad asked, his mouth full.

`Er, no; it's okay,' I replied. `So, I guess you're going to
have an early night in?' I asked.

`Sorry,' my mom said, looking at me. `Do you mind getting your own
dinner? You can stay in or go wander around a bit if you likeÉ'

`You need some cash?' my dad asked, putting his sandwich down for a
moment.

My cock was hardening with the prospect of some fun, so I quickly retreated
out of their room. I hadn't eaten since lunch, but I wasn't as hungry
for food as I was for some man meat, and I had my phone out and checking
Grindr even before the door shut on my parents' room.

I walked by the door of the guy I was stalking, and without thinking, I
gave it three sharp knocks and waited. Nothing. I kept quiet for a bit,
listening for footsteps, but there were none. Since he'd just checked in
earlier today, he must be out, probably for dinner. Oh well. If I was free
after midnight, maybe we could have some fun.

Back in my room, I gave the app my full attention. It was almost 7:30pm;
prime dinner time and it was unlikely that I would get a lot of hits --
but surprisingly, there were quite a few hook ups available. I felt really
horny -- like really sleazy and wanton -- and an idea popped into my
head of lining up a steady stream of fucks for the next couple of
hours. This would take a bit of planning, but my rock hard dick was
evidence that I was more than up for the task!

I changed out of my clothes and picked some loose fitting track pants and a
tank t-shirt -- just something to pull on and off real quick, I figured,
since I might have to keep heading down to the lobby to pick up some
guys. Grindr didn't indicate any other players in the hotel tonight, and
there were a few not too far away. I saw one I liked: A 25 year old guy in
Trafalgar Square looking for now. He looked really fit in his photo,
bulging muscles in a white wife-beater and army fatigues and a buzz cut. I
had never had a military man before, and was really keen on him, so I got
naked, snapped a photo of myself and got in touch. He replied within a
minute, asking for directions to the hotel. This took a bit of effort,
linking to a Google map and all, but he acknowledged receipt and I agreed
to meet him at the entrance.

As I headed to the elevator, I realized that I was in some danger of
running into my parents -- I had to hope they were too tired to check in
on me and would turn in early. All the way down in the elevator, I was
getting quite excited; good thing I was wearing a pair of briefs to keep me
from tenting! At the ground floor, I headed straight to the entrance and
saw my guy: He was tall, more than 6', and built like a brick house. He
was very tanned, and his neck was thick. He was a real meathead, I could
tell, and when I approached him, he didn't smile, just nodded and tilted
his head for me to lead the way.

Inside the elevator, we were not alone. There was a business man type,
around 40, who was busy checking his smart phone, and a young couple --
Italian, I think, from their accents -- who were having a bit of a
tiff. The guy I'd picked up and I stood in the back behind them, and as
the elevator made its slow ascent, I felt his hand groping my ass, and I
smiled. He slipped his hand down the back of my track pants, into my
underwear, and I turned to look at him, a little surprised, but he just
kept his eyes forward, no expression on his face, while his fingers --
callused, rough -- found my ass crack and I could feel them rubbing
against the opening of my man cunt. I was really hard and wondered how he
kept the discomfort of his boner -- assuming he had one -- discreet. We
weren't the last people out, so when it was our turn to leave, I shifted
slightly as a signal and his hand shot out of my pants just as we headed
out the door.

We walked silently to my room, and once inside, he wasted no time in
reaching for my ass with his hands. The door clicked shut and I could feel
his large hands on my ass, kneading and rubbing through the fabric of the
track pants. I liked a man of action, so without needing him to say
anything, I just hiked my tank off, exposing my upper body as we walked
further into the room. I'd kept the curtains open so the dying rays of
sunlight were streaming in. I'd put all my stuff away, except for my
bottle of lube and some condoms, and standing in front of the bed, I
stopped and turned round.

He pulled his T-shirt off, and I saw he had an honest-to-god six pack. He
was lightly furry, and he had a big military tattoo on his left pec. Around
his neck, he wore dog tags. I'd snagged myself a real soldier, and I was
pretty stoked. Without saying anything, I slid off my track pants and
underwear and stood before him naked, my cock at full attention, pointing
straight up at his face. He cracked a grin -- he wore braces in his
teeth! -- and reached out to tug my cock. He wasn't gentle, not in the
least -- his hands were rough, and felt like sandpaper against my shaft,
and I winced a little as he began to dry jerk me with one hand, while his
other undid his trousers and began to push them off. I saw he was wearing
tighty whities, and so I sank to my knees and pulled his trousers down, my
face coming to level with his cock and balls encased in the white
briefs. Because he was such a big, muscled dude, his package seemed a bit
small in comparison, but I didn't really care. I just needed some cock,
and anything would do.

I slipped off his underwear. He was unshaven, and he had an unruly bush of
dark brown pubic hair growing in a big thatch around his
crotch. Underneath, his semi-hard cock was pink and healthy, if not very
big -- I'd say it was about 4Ó soft but getting harder, and his
balls were in proportion to the dick, not his hulking frame. I eagerly
opened my mouth and put his cock inside me, and he grunted. I tasted sweat
and soap, and I could feel the fucker come alive in my mouth, hardening and
growing as I sucked on it noisily.

`Aw, that's it,' he said, his American accent clear and distinct,
`Suck my cock.'

I'd somehow managed to land a fellow American, and I proudly did my duty
on my knees. I clamped my lips tightly on his hardened penis, and began
bobbing up and down on it. In its fully glory, I'd guess it was no more
than 6.5Ó, but thick, and I enjoyed being able to deep throat it all the
way down to his massive crotch bush without gagging too much. He seemed to
appreciate my efforts at accommodating him and said, `Yeah, that's
it. Get it in there, get it in there. Take it all the way in, boy. Suck my
fucker and get me off.'

I was on my knees, and I inhaled his scent deeply with every stroke of my
mouth on his veiny, thick shaft. I enjoyed the prickly sensation of his
curly pubes poking at my nose, my face, as I tasted his salty precum,
leaking into my mouth as I swirled my tongue around and flicked it at his
piss slit. He moaned, `Fu-u-u-ck!' when I did that, and used his hand
to push my face all the way down on his cock, impaling me on his meat. I
looked up at him and saw him leering down at me, his eyes hooded with lust,
a sloppy grin on his face.

He loosened his grip and I got off his cock. I had a feeling about him, and
I was eager to be fucked. Something told me he was going to be great.

I reached for the condom and lube while he just stood at the edge of the
bed, unmoving, watching me, his eyes devouring every inch of my nude
form. There wss something very primal about the way he was looking at me
that made me shiver with anticipation at what we were about to do. I felt
my hand shake a little as I tore open the condom wrapper and came back to
him and rolled it onto his proud cock. He wasn't the biggest guy, but he
was certainly the most confident I'd had, his massively chiselled,
slightly hairy chest and abs, tapering toward a narrow waist, the shock of
pubes, and that proudly unwavering cock, pointing straight at me. I
squeezed some lube on his cock and was about to rub some on my hole when
his hand suddenly gripped mine in a vice like hold.

`Allow me,' he said and he spun me around and kicked my legs
apart. Squatting down behind me, I felt his face at my ass and his wet
tongue licking its way up my chute. The sensation was heavenly and I
whimpered in lust as my asshole twitched in excitement. Noisily, he slurped
and licked my ass, using his hands to pry them apart, slapping them on
occasion with satisfaction as I groaned and whimpered each time he thrust
his tongue against my sphincter. I could feel his slobbering saliva
dripping down my ball sac, and his unshaven face was giving me a bit of a
burn as he continued eating out my ass, obviously enjoying it as he groaned
and muttered obscenities while doing it.

Satisfied, he stood up, and positioned himself against my relaxed hole. I
was bent over the bed, my legs spread wide, my arms resting on my
elbows. From the way he was carefully lining us up, and how his big arms
came up from under my arm pits and his hands grabbed my shoulders as I felt
his hairy chest on my back, I knew I was in for a quick entry -- and I
was not mistaken. His cock invaded my ass pussy in one forceful push, and I
let out an involuntary yelp and moved ahead, away from him. His arms
tightened around me, his hands grabbed on tight, keeping me in place so I
had no choice but to let his thick dick push itself fully and deeply into
me.

`Fuck you're tight,' he muttered against my ear and I moaned in
pain. His cock, though short, felt a lot thicker now that it was buried to
the hilt inside my asshole, stretching my tight ring to the max. It felt
like a burning fire poker had been shoved into my ass, and I was in real
pain. Tears stung my eyes and I could not help but whimper as his heavy
weight fell on me and my arms gave way, and I collapsed flat onto the
bed. Our legs were now off the ground, hanging awkwardly off the edge of
the bed, but he simply pushed himself onto me for leverage and began
fucking his cock in and out of my ass.

`Stop, slow down,' I cried a little, but he just shushed me and
picked up speed. The rapid pace he picked up was astounding to me -- that
someone so big and muscled could move so quick.

In no time, thanks to his ministrations, the pain in my ass subsided as it
became quite numb. Slap, slap, slap -- I could hear the sound of him
slamming into me as it echoed in the room, and I could feel his sweat
welling up and sticking between us as he continued to hold on to me for
dear life as his tool relentlessly charged into my tender cunt. Now that
the pain was gone, I was into the sensations of being fucked -- well and
truly fucked -- by a man, and I tried to push back and meet his thrusts.

He was impressed. `You're a real dirty cunt, aren't you?' he
asked, and I could hear a slight sneer in his voice. `You're like the
little Thai boys I had a while back in Bangkok. Let's see how well you
last.' With that, he increased his fuck pace even further, and my ass
began to go red from the impact of his pelvic thrusts. I loved the
sensation of that big patch of hair at the base of his cock against my ass
as he fucked me, and my cock was straining without me even touching it at
all.

`Fuck, you are a hot piece of tail,' he grunted as he continued
furiously fucking me. I closed my eyes and felt breathless as his body
weight knocked the wind out of me repeatedly as he maintained a tight grip
on my body while his cock continued its assault.

Then he stopped and lifted himself off me, and I felt his cock pull out of
me. Immediately, his hands were on my legs and he twisted me around on the
bed so I was on my back and he pushed my legs back, straining my hamstrings
so I let out a yelp. `Shut up,' he barked at me as he put his cock at
my hole and pushed it right back in to continue fucking me.

Now, his pubic bush was tickling my balls and my cock -- still hard and
pointing straight at me, flat against my stomach, leaking precum copiously
-- stiffened even more. In this position, I could feel his cock even more
inside of me, and when he slammed himself into me with every stroke, he
pushed my happy button inside, sending a series of electric shocks through
me, making me squirm and moan like a slut.

On and on the fucking went -- he had incredibly stamina -- and at no
point did he stop or slow down; he only went at full speed and warp speed,
and my hole felt really loose from the way he was using it like a toy.

`Yeah, you're ass is mine, kid,' he said, smiling at me with
lust. From the expression in his eyes, I knew he was enjoying the sight of
me splayed apart, my legs pulled wide open by his hands, my cock and balls
exposed to him as he pushed his manhood in and out of my ass chute,
grunting and moaning like an animal as he did so. This was raw,
unadulterated sex in its most primal form, and he was determined to satiate
his lust on me. The layer of sweat from his exertion glistened off his
magnificent body, and as I watched his sexy body plunging in and out of me,
I felt my own lust reach a peak. Urgently, I reached down to jack my cock
and I felt fiery hot bursts of cum fly toward my face, drops careening into
my hair, my open, panting mouth, and all over my torso and chest.

Without stopping his fuck strokes, he bent down and licked my cum and then
headed straight for my mouth, feeding me my own tangy man juice as he
kissed me, roughly, his lips hard and insistent, his tongue doing to my
mouth exactly what his cock was doing to my ass, stabbing in and out with
determination and speed. I felt his sweaty, hairy chest on me as he grabbed
my arms and pulled them overhead, then, angling himself against me, he
picked up his pace and started really assaulting my hole with his dick --
it is a good thing he wasn't bigger as I don't think I'd have
survived the fuck. As it is, the sound of our fucking was so loud, it
reverberated through the room, mingled in with our sex noises, forming a
wall of sound around us as we gave each other a fundamental pleasure.

`Shit, fuck,' he whispered hoarsely, `I'm gonna cum!' he
yelled, and with one, two, three long and hard strokes, he slammed into me
and groaned, `Fuuuuuck!'

Inside of me, I could feel his cock head expanding and contracting in rapid
succession as he shot his seed into the condom, and he breathed raggedly
against my ear.

Sated, he lay flat on top me, and we held still for a moment, savouring the
sexual release we'd both experienced. Outside, the night had fallen and
the room was very dark. The digital bedside radio clock flashed
9:03pm. Hell, he'd fucked me for more than an hour and half, no wonder I
was spent.

Reluctantly, he pulled himself off me and withdrew his semi-hard cock. He
pulled off his condom and I watched him tip its contents into his eager
mouth. He dropped the condom by the floor and bent down to snowball me, and
I tasted his semen -- a bit bitter and musky -- as we exchanged it back
and forth, until he eagerly drank his own seed and then licked any remnants
from my lips and the corners of my mouth.

`You are one sexy piece of ass,' he said appreciatively, and I
smiled. He gave my ass cheek a stinging slap, and rubbed it possessively. I
ran my finger down his chest, tracing the treasure trail down to his cock
and gave it a friendly squeeze.

`Careful, you sure you can handle me again if you get me hard?' he
asked.

`I'm ready to take on more cocks after you, actually,' I replied
and was surprised to find that it was true -- I was ready for more,
despite the brutal fuck I'd just endured.

He laughed, `Fuck, you are a horny bastard. How old are you?'

'17 going on 18,' I said, `But don't worry; I won't tell
anyone you corrupted me and stole my innocence.'

`Innocent my ass -- you are a sick little fucker,' he said, a tone
of admiration in his voice. `So what time is your next appointment?'

I explained I hadn't yet found one and reached for my phone and began
scrolling through Grindr. I was in luck; there was someone in the hotel --
someone different than the dude last night -- and he looked okay. 45-ish,
salt and pepper hair, trim, and a big dick, or so he claimed. He had a
distinguished, handsome face, and he had a distinct advantage; on his
profile, he stated that he liked to make sex tapes.

I felt myself harden as I read his profile and looked at his picture, and
this was not unnoticed by my military man. He leaned against me and looked
at my screen.

`You going for that?' he asked.

An idea came into my head. `Yeah, but I want you to stay till he gets
here.'

`Sure,' he said. `Do you want me dressed?'

I busied myself on the phone, telling the guy to come to my room --
I'd take a chance that my parents were either asleep or embroiled in
some pay movie and weren't coming down the hallway to check in on
me. Besides, I think several rooms had heard me having the living daylights
fucked out of me earlier lol!

`You think you can go one more round on me?' I asked as I put the
phone away.

`Definitely,' he said, cocksure and grinning, showing me his mouth of
metal.

`Great. I want him to come in and find me being fucked. I've asked
him to film us -- is that okay with you? I said not to get your face on
camera.'

He thought about it for a moment and said okay. `I've never been
filmed before -- this ought to be fun.'

I got up to the door and left it slightly ajar, and then walked back into
the main part of the hotel room.

`He'll be here in about five minutes, so let's get started,' I
said. Even as I stood there watching him, I got hard -- he was really
sexy, with a great bod and that light smattering of fur made him hot as
hell in my eyes.

`Come back here,' he growled at me, but I went instead to fetch the
condoms and lube. Pulling one over his dick, I squirted some lube on it and
rubbed some of the cooling salve onto my abused hole, which was already
rapidly shrinking back down.

I led him to the arm chair and sat him down, then straddled him. He
positioned his cock against the opening of my ass, and staring deeply into
my eyes, I felt him push his way into me as I lowered myself onto him. I
threw my head back and let out a guttural groan -- man, he was thick! It
didn't hurt at all, but the intensity with which he had centered all his
energy onto his cock as he entered me was driving me wild with lust. A few
thrusts, and he was off. He slid himself down the arm chair so his ass was
hanging off the seat and he was able to buck and thrust with ease while I
held onto his broad chest to steady myself as I rode him. He reached up to
pinch my nipples, causing me to mutter, `Shit! That feels fucking
great,' as the sensations from his tease ricocheted throughout my body.

Behind me, I heard the door open and shut and I knew my next guy had
arrived. Soldier boy gave this man a nod and returned to fucking me
earnestly. Again, the sound of our fucking filled the room, our groans and
shouts mingling in as the stench of sex permeated the air.

`God, I'm cumming,' my fucker said, and I was surprised, since he
had assaulted me for so long earlier. He pistoned up and down a couple of
times, and again, I felt his big cock head release its liquid goodness into
the condom. I turned round to see that my new visitor had taken the liberty
of catching it all on camera, and even now, he was bent over my ass,
getting a close up of the cock buried deep within, his nectar no doubt
dripping out from the condom down his own balls.

Surprisingly, the guy inside of me grabbed my head and pulled me in for a
tender kiss. When he pulled away, he smiled and looked at me. We had a
brief moment, but I got up off him and watched as he wordlessly dressed. My
new visitor had stopped filming and just stood there watching. He was
better looking than in his photo, and looked promising in his clothes.

The soldier guy pulled me toward the door as he gathered his things. He
gave me hug, which really surprised me, then whispered `I hope I get to
fuck you again, maybe back in America. I'll text you my email and
number.' Then he let himself out.

I turned back to face the new guy. He looked at me with pure lust, and I
felt myself hardening yet again.