Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2012 17:35:00 +0000
From: Ryan Zackheim <ryanzackheim@gmail.com>
Subject: London Vacation - Part 5

London Vacation - Part 5

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story without the author's permission. No one under the age of 18
should read this story.  WARNING: Due to the depiction of graphic sex
and adult situations which may be illegal where you reside and are
reading this story, I urge you to check with your local laws. Please,
contact the author with comments.  No flames, please. Thanks for your
patience and compliments, for those of you who wrote to me. I've been
busy with school again and have term papers due but wanted to finish
this series before the memories really disappear LOL. Enjoy.

I was beginning to feel as if clothes were a complete waste of time.
Standing nude before this stranger who had come into my room and shot
a video of me being fucked by a military meathead, I felt comfortable
and ready. My ass was feeling quite sore, but something in the air
made me feel like an absolute slut and I loved it. The disparity
between his being fully dressed and me being completely nude made me
feel hornier and my cock began to harden again.

Silently, my next gent looked around the room. He definitely had a
DILF look about him - his salt and pepper hair made him look quite
distinguished and he had a very handsome face. I was wondering why he
was looking at everywhere but me, until he walked over to the coffee
table in the room and gathered up a stack of travel complementary
magazines and placed them on the dresser facing the bed. Then he put
his camera on top of it, aiming the lens at the bed and motioned for
me to get in the frame.

I crawled onto the bed, my cock now fully hard and hanging heavily
down as I got on all fours against the soft mattress. The sheets were
a mess, and there were splotches of cum (mine?) but I didn?t really
care. There would be more before too long, I figured.

The guy walked towards me and unbuttoned his shirt. He had a very
tanned upper body. He was a bit on the thin side, but there were the
beginnings of love handles around his waist, and there was a light
smattering of hair on his chest. As he undid his belt, he kicked off
his shoes and lowered his trousers onto the floor. He wore boxers, and
from within, I could see his semi-hard cock bouncing about
promisingly. He walked back to his camera and pressed a button, and a
red light came on. We were on.

He came back and lowered his boxer shorts. I was very surprised that
he was a pale white underneath that waistband. His tanlines,
unfortunately, did not show a speedo but board shorts of some sort,
but the shocking white skin made the mass of black tendrils around his
cock a particularly striking sight. I licked my lips when I saw his
cock - it was gorgeous. It was well-formed, and had a healthy pink
glow to it in its current state. He was cut and the cockhead was just
turning a darker shade of pink. His balls hung low and heavy, and
swung hypnotically as he walked toward me.

Wordlessly, I opened my mouth as he got to the bed and allowed him to
push his manhood into the waiting hole. The silky skin encasing his
cock tasted clean and slightly of soap, and I closed my mouth tightly
around the now growing shaft. His cock was growing quite rapidly now,
as I heard him breathe out audibly, and I was feeling quite excited to
feel the hardening tool keep on expanding inside my mouth. Very soon,
it was pushing toward the back of my throat and my nose wasn?t even
close to his pubic bush ? this man was obviously a grower, not a
show-er!

'That's it, suck it,' were the first words he said to me as I felt his
hand gently push my head down on his cock. I widened my mouth and
allowed more of his fuckmeat to enter, and was rewarded with a gentle
amount of thrusting from his hips. He was eager, I could tell. I felt
his now mushrooming head pushing against the back of my throat, and I
relaxed my gag reflex, trying to get more of him into me, and he
sighed appreciatively.

'Good, good,' he said encouragingly and allowed me to pull back away
from his stick. It was now slick and wet with my saliva and I grabbed
it with my hand, feeling its steeliness. It was very large, he hadn't
been lying, about 7 and half inches, I'd reckon, and very thick. His
cockhead was a real mushroom head that was now almost purple with
excitement.

I was about to put this beautiful dick back into my mouth when he
surprised me by pulling away. I reluctantly let go of the fucker and
watched him as he reached into his trousers and got out a condom.
Wordlessly, he opened the packet and slipped the latex on and walked
over to me.

'How do you want it?' he asked. Clearly, he was no nonsense. I liked that.

In response, I simply laid on my back and lifted my legs, hitching my
arms behind my knees, exposing my man cunt to him. He smiled when he
saw me in this submissive position, my cock flat against my belly,
pointing straight up at me, rock hard and leaking precum again.

He bent his knees and lowered himself so his hips were at the right
height and positioned his cock at the entrance of my asshole.

'I've been fucked twice already tonight, so don't by shy,' I said to
him with a smirk, and he chortled.

'You asked for it,' he said, and once he had things aligned, he pushed
his cock in quickly to the hilt, till I felt the wiry hairs of his
pubic tatch rubbing against my balls and ass. OMFG - it took my breath
away and I let out a cry that I am sure my parents heard all the way
down the corridor!

The man didn't waste any time and clamped his left hand down on my
open mouth, and used his right hand to hold me down on the bed against
my chest. Meanwhile, he used his hips to control me, fucking his cock
in and out of me brutally with quick, short strokes. The sounds of our
bodies colliding as he entered me again and again in rapid succession
filled the room, and I could feel his cock reaching my prostate with
each stab, sending my eyes rolling backward into my head. He was
looking at me intently, his handsome face determined, his eyes dark
and intense. He kept looking at me, and I looked back ? this was
primal lust, and our looks intensified the sensations in our bodies. I
could feel his power, his strength in every thrust of his cock into my
most vulnerable inner spot, and I surrendered to him. Everything about
our encounter was about lust, plain and simple. We didn't need words;
it was about the connection between two men in heat, and I opened
myself wide to him, allowing him to dominate, to take, to fuck me as
he wanted to.

I became aware that there was something hard against my mouth, and
realized it was a wedding band. The bastard was married! It wouldn't
surprise me, but he kept looking at me, pounding my hole with fierce
relentless passion. I was gasping for air, and he was breathing very
deeply. Sweat was forming at his brow, and coursing down his chest. I
was feeling very hot myself - the fire inside of me was being stoked
with every stroke of his fuck pole into me. The thick, hard meat
worked itself insistently, and I reached down to pleasure my cock in
time to his strokes. My cock was tender and sensitive, but I pulled on
it without a care - there was a real need for release, and I wanted to
cum so badly as the invading cock kept pushing itself into me.

'Fuck!' the man groaned as he suddenly stopped and he jerked his body
as he came. I tightened my asshole and jerked my cock in a frenzy,
holding on to the lust that united us as it pushed us toward a climax.
I came, hot spurts of cum landing on my chin and chest, on his hands,
which were still holding me down, keeping silent, and I was in heaven.

The man held still for a few minutes as our orgasms subsided. Then he
slowly pulled his softening cock out of me and backed away. I closed
my eyes, sated, and felt the afterglow of a really good session of
fucking wash over me. This was the best experience I'd had so far -
first the military muscle who fucked me like a rag doll twice, then
this strong, silent fucker with his relentless drive. I heard him pull
off the condom, and saw him drop it into the trash bin. He walked over
to the camera and pressed a button to stop it recording. I realized I
was panting from the fuck, and watched as he silently began dressing.

When he was done, I was still lying on the bed, naked and unashamed,
my well used body on display. My cock was soft, but I knew it would be
easy to get hard again if I wanted to. The man said, 'I'll message you
the link to the video when I upload it.' I smiled and winked at him
and he gave me a little wink in return and headed for the door.

As I heard the door close behind him, I looked at the clock; it was
just past 10.30pm, still pretty early. I briefly considered getting
something to eat, but suddenly felt really sleepy. I closed my eyes
for a short nap, inhaling the smell of sex in my room?

There was a sound. Opening my eyes slowly, I listened again. It was a
light tapping on the door. It was about 1am - I'd fallen asleep for a
couple of hours. The room was still fully lit, and I looked at myself.
There were spots of dried cum (mine?) on me, and I felt a slight panic
- what if it was my parents at the door? Of course, it was past
midnight - no way would they be stopping by at this time.

Then I remembered the note I had scribbled and slipped under the door
of the guy down the hall and immediately got out of bed. I briefly
considered putting on some clothes, but what the fuck - if he was here
for the reason I wanted him to be, what was the point in getting
dressed?

I opened the door and there was no one there. Shit. I?d taken too long
to answer. I peeked out and saw no one down the hall. Damnit. Going
back into the room, I pulled a towel from the bathroom rail and
wrapped it around my waist and grabbed my card key before heading out.
I knew hotels had security cameras everywhere, but since I wasn't
naked, it wasn't against the law, so I wasn't worried. I knew my
parents would be long in bed, so there was no danger of being caught
by them.

When I got to his door, I knocked on it lightly. Within seconds, it
was open, and there he was, just as cute as I remembered him, with his
nerdy glasses and all. He looked at me for a moment, and I could tell
he was surprised I wasn't dressed. He looked around a bit, uncertain,
and I decided not to let the chance pass, so I took a step closer to
him and cupped his genitals with my hands and smiled. This got his
attention and he quickly pulled back into the room.

He began to speak, but I pushed my way into the room and silenced him
with a kiss. His lips were soft and tender, and although he tensed up,
he didn?t push me away. In my hand, I felt his cock stiffening, and I
let my towel fall off me as I kicked the room door shut behind me. His
room was dark except for a little lamp on the desk, and in the half
light, I pulled back and looked at his face. He seemed uncertain and
backed away from me again.

I swung my hardening cock at him and saw him gulp before walking
further back. There was about 3 feet between us now and I was feeling
a bit ridiculous suddenly.

'I...I think you better go,' he stammered, looking uncomfortable.
'Sorry, I... I don't think I can...'

I was disappointed. I sighed, and part of me wanted to push him a
little bit, see if I could get him to change his mind ? but there was
also something frightened about him and I felt it wasn?t right to
force him to do anything he wasn't ready to do.

Too bad, man,' I said, 'We could have had some fun.' I picked up my
towel and wrapped it around me and let myself out. As I walked back to
my room, I felt tired. Inside, I looked at myself in the mirror - the
face of a fuck slut looked back at me, and I felt fine with that. My
hair was a bit messy, and there were obvious bits of dried cum on my
chest. My room still stank of sweat and fucking. I decided to go to
sleep with the aroma fuelling my dreams.