Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2011 09:08:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: niftystoryteller <niftystoryteller@yahoo.com>
Subject: Travel Fun (Revised)

Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such
materials, or if reading this sort of material is illegal in your
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	"So, did you behave on your trip?"

	"Mmmm, hmmm," I replied, snuggling up against Mark.

	"I don't know, when you come home like this, it usually means
you've been bad."

	"Come home like what?"

	"Horny as hell."

	I suppose he had a point. There was something about returning home
after a trip, with fresh memories of a little bit of on-the-road
naughtiness, that made me want to fuck him in the worst possible way. I
sucked lightly at the salty skin on the back of his neck.

	"Well, maybe I was just a little bad."

	He snorted. "Just a little?"

	"Don't you believe me?"

	He rolled over to face me and playfully kissed the tip of my nose.
"OK, buster, you know the rule. Out with it."

	That was our rule, after all. We had decided years ago that, while
we could each have adventures when traveling solo, this indulgence was only
on the condition that all details would be shared. Secrets were not cool.

	I gently gripped his sticky cock against mine. "Oh, it was only one
night."

	"And only one guy?"

	"Hey, what kind of a slut do you take me for?"

	"Uh, the kind who likes three-ways?"

	Once again, he did have a point.

	"Yes, it was only one guy. And I wasn't even looking for it."

	"Was it someone at the conference?"

	"Yeah, sort of. It was the staff guy who handled the logistics. He
asked me if I wanted to go out for a beer when it was all over, and one
thing led to another."

	"Right into the sack?"

	"Well, we did start in the living room."

	In truth, I had wanted something to happen from the first time I
laid eyes on Daniel, but his gay coefficient was a little hard to read. His
sexiness, however, was not. He moved with a lean muscularity, oozing
masculine confidence. Not cocky exactly, but I could tell that he was the
kind of guy who got his way in bed. Even if you didn't immediately want to
give in to him, he surely could be persuasive.

	I also expected that he would have formidable sexual stamina. Not
only was he obviously athletic, but I guessed that his testosterone level
was pretty high, based on the balding hair pattern that he kept shaved
close. Over the years, I have found that to be a pretty reliable
indicator. And there was little doubt that he was aggressive, at least
based on the way he managed the flow of whatever conversation he was
in. Not in a dickish kind of way, but with a hypnotic quality that left me
with absolutely no memory of anything anyone else said.

	I still wasn't completely sure whether he was gay or straight when
he asked me to go out for a celebratory beer at the end of the program. My
uncertainty did not, however, lead to hesitation.

	"Do you mind if I stop by the hotel so that I can get out of my
monkey suit first? It's too damn hot."

	He laughed. "I want to do the same. Here we dress like Americans in
the summer, shorts and T-shirts. Why don't you just come over to my place,
and we can go from there? You're staying at the Europa, right? I live just
a few blocks from there."

	And that's how I found myself standing at his door thirty minutes
later. He answered on the second buzz and motioned me to come in as he
continued to talk on the phone. He had apparently been interrupted while
changing clothes. While he had donned shorts, he was both bare-chested and
bare-footed. As he spoke rapidly in Czech, he motioned me to the
refrigerator and held up the half-full beer in his hand, signaling that I
should help myself.

	I tried not to gawk as I rooted around for one of the local brews,
but it was difficult to ignore him, or the tanned, toned body that was on
display. I don't know if it was an unconscious impulse, but he had a way of
sliding his sweating beer bottle across the dark hair on his chest and down
the trail of fur that snaked over his flat stomach. His large brown nipples
were slightly erect, and I wondered if he had been touching them with the
cold bottle before I arrived.  Feigning nonchalance, I smiled when he
glanced over to me and held the receiver away from his ear, rolling his
eyes. I nervously sucked at my beer, and had nearly finished it by the time
he hung up.

	"My mother," he said. "Checking up on her boy."

	"That's what they do."

	We made the smallest of talk for five or ten minutes, before we
reached that "fish or cut bait" point in the conversation.

	"So," he said. "I suppose we could go out and get something to eat
now. Or do you want to drink another beer first?"

	"I could go either way. What's your pleasure?"

	"Another beer always sounds good to a Czech." His dark eyes
sparkled mischievously. "Unless something better is on offer."

	"What's better than a beer?"

	"I don't think I need to explain that to you." There was a pregnant
pause. "Well?"

	Well, indeed. I took a step in his direction and reached out my
hand. He took it and pulled me to him, putting my hand on his chest. I
swear that I could feel his heart beating. Now committed, I brushed my
fingertips through the hair, continuing down to the waistband of his
shorts. God, it felt amazing as I leaned in and let my lips make contact
with his, all the while inserting a couple of fingers into his shorts to
investigate his wiry pubes. He jumped a little when I made contact with the
root of his cock, and an insistently probing tongue rewarded me.

	We made out for a few minutes before pausing so that I could shed
my shirt, which allowed me to rub my smooth torso against the wiry hairs
that covered his pecs. He gripped my biceps as we continued to kiss.

	"Mmmm, nice. I like your muscles. I wonder what else I'll like?" He
gripped my cock through my shorts. "Maybe this? Does it like to come out
and play?"

	I nuzzled his ear, briefly slipping my tongue inside. "Sometimes
it's shy, but if you ask it right..."

	I knelt down in front of him and buried my face in his crotch. Even
through the cotton fabric I could still feel the heat emanating from his
hard-on. He groaned as I began to blow insistently, lips pressed up against
the outline of his head. Slipping my hand up the leg of his shorts and
making contact with his swollen balls, I deduced that he wasn't wearing any
underwear.  The combination of tugging at his sac and orally stimulating
his shaft really seemed to get him off, and I began to worry that he might
blow prematurely. A bit of caution seemed prudent, so I paused to unzip him
and let his cock bob gloriously into view while his shorts fell to the
floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. What a sight he was to
behold, standing there on display for me, hands on his hips, twitching tool
just inches from my mouth, fucking begging me to suck him off. And what a
beautiful tool it was, protruding proudly from his thatch of dense hair. He
wasn't quite as long as my eight inches, but fuck, was he thick. The
foreskin still tightly covered his fat bulb, but I was more than happy to
use my lips to roll it back. Leaning in, I caught a whiff of the acrid
smell of sex, which temporarily induced light-headedness.

	"Oh, godddddddd," he groaned as my lips traveled down his
shaft. "That's nice."

	I liked it too, even if he was almost too thick to accommodate
comfortably. Continuing to suck, I reached down to unzip my shorts and pull
out my own cock, which had become uncomfortably wedged in my
underwear. When he saw it spring into view, he put his hands on my
shoulders and pushed me down onto my back on the floor, skinning off my
shorts and underwear in one motion.

	"Very nice," he whispered as he squatted over my face, smoothly
shaved balls dangling above my mouth. Opening wide, I gently took them
inside, and he stretched forward to blow me. I have always really liked
69-ing with a hot, hung guy, so I was pretty much in heaven as we rolled
around on the floor, mouths on each other's crotches. A couple of times I
had to ease him off of me, or his intense focus on my dickhead would have
ended our fun a bit too soon.

	When he was on top of me, I took the opportunity to reach around
and begin kneading his ass cheeks. They felt like they had been carved out
of marble. Going by touch, I spread them apart and stroked a finger through
his furrow. He shuddered a little when I made contact with his pucker, and
his groan signaled interest in an exploration of this territory.

	Pulling off of my cock, he looked back at me. "Maybe we should go
to the bedroom now."

	Who was I to argue?

	Standing up, he reached down to grab my hand and hoist me to my
feet. Once in the bedroom, he pulled some lube and a couple of condoms out
of the drawer in the bedside table, and crouched down on the bed, ass high
in the air. Not exactly a subtle message.

	Taking the lube from him, I smeared some on his fleshy ring and
began to probe with my fingers, loosening him up. Despite his obvious
experience, he was still pretty tight, promising what would be an enjoyable
fuck. Eager to get on with it, I suited up my dick, which was still shiny
with his saliva, lubed us both, and positioned myself right at his back
door. My plan was to tease him a bit, rubbing the head up and down, poking
in just a bit and pulling back out, but he was a greedy little fucker. Once
I was parked at his hole, he backed up slowly, voluntarily impaling himself
on my rigid prong. God, he gripped me tight as a glove, and I found myself
having to take a deep breath and think about double-entry bookkeeping to
keep from shooting my load right then and there. He didn't stop until I was
buried balls-deep, and at that point I grabbed his shoulders and just held
him there, so that we both could get used to the situation. I started off
fucking him slowly and deliberately, taking my time so that I could learn
the lay of the land, as it were. Pretty soon, though, he took charge of the
tempo, speeding things up. It felt great, even through the condom, which
Mark and I forgo with each other, since we are vigilant everywhere else.
But, frankly, I so turned on by the sight of his hole clinging to my shaft
as I pumped in and out that it is probably good that a layer of latex
slightly dulled the sensations in my cock.

	We switched around to a couple of different positions, but I could
tell that he was going to lose it when I lay back and he began to ride
me. He just about went nuts, pulling on his nipples as his fat cock slapped
against his belly, and then jerking his foreskin back and forth across his
fat head. As his smooth balls pulled up tightly in a wrinkled package
against his groin, he began to emit a deep, guttural sound. When the geyser
finally erupted, he stretched the cowl of skin back tightly, exposing his
pulsating glans and just hosing me down. A couple of droplets made it all
the way up into my hair. Still fucking him, I could feel the contractions
deep in his guts. I could tell that I was close. Flipping him onto his
back, I pushed back his big legs and really went to town on his ass. He
could wait a few minutes for cuddle time. Our mouths met, teeth grazed,
sweaty bodies moved together, and I forged as deep inside of him as I
could.  I swear that I came so hard that every drop of fluid inside of me
ended up in that condom. Just. Fucking. Awesome.

	When it was over, I collapsed on top of him for a couple of
minutes, vibrating most pleasantly.

	"So, what do you think about getting some food now?" he asked.

	I tasted his salty skin. "I don't know, maybe I'll just make a meal
of you."

	After lying there a few more minutes, we decided that he would just
be the dessert when we came back for a second round. And when I told Mark
the story, it turned out to be just an hors d'oeuvre for our second round
that night. Of course, after round two of reunion sex, Mark wasn't quite
willing to give up on his interrogation.

	"So, you guys just had dinner and parted company?"

	"I don't think I said that."

	"Well?" He arched an eyebrow at me.

	I pursed my lips. "Boy, you just don't let me get away with
anything. OK, yes, we did have dinner, and then..."

	"Then?"

	"We took a walk along the river, through a park, and he wanted to
go skinny dipping at a spot he knew."

	Eager to avoid causing an international incident, I was a little
skeptical about Daniel's plan, but I agreed to let him at least show me the
spot. It was right at a bend on the river where a sand bar created a pool
of relatively calm water. A dense stand of trees and brush protected us
from any prying eyes up on the path, and Europeans are pretty open about
nudity, so Daniel ultimately persuaded me to join him. In truth, he
probably could have persuaded me to do just about anything.

	After losing our clothes, we slipped into the cool water. It was
delicious. I was a little surprised that no one else was there on such a
hot evening, but we appeared to be alone. The moon was about half full, so
there was enough light to keep track of each other, but we didn't feel like
we were under a streetlight.

	Daniel swam up behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest. My
treading was enough to keep us both afloat, so he concentrated on sucking
and biting on the back of my neck while his hands roamed over my torso. His
cock was as stiff as a flagpole, and he was not shy about wedging it in the
crack of my ass. I was a little nervous that he was telegraphing a pretty
clear signal that he wanted to fuck me, right then and there. In principle
I wanted the same thing, but his girth was a little intimidating. And if he
was planning on doing it without any lube, well, that was just going to be
a non-starter. And yet the feel of his sand-papery stubble on my skin was
increasing my openness to all kinds of things.

	"It seems like we're going to need to go somewhere," I whispered.

	"Follow me."

	He swam maybe twenty yards away, where a ramshackle boathouse still
stood. I guessed, correctly it turned out, that racing sculls had once been
stored there.

	"Come on!" Daniel motioned for me to follow him up the bank, and he
disappeared inside. The sight of his glistening body, hair in all the right
places, lean muscles rippling in the moonlight, damn, it was enough to get
me to follow him just about anywhere.

	It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkness inside,
though moon and starlight did shine through the holes in the roof and the
empty window frames. I wasn't immediately sure where Daniel was, but he
came up behind me and turned me around, pulling me in to him. We kissed,
gently at first and then more insistently, and he pressed his hard cock
against mine. We were both leaking precum, creating the necessary slippery
friction.

	Despite the fact that we were in a public place, we really weren't
in any hurry to move things along. I was enjoying exploring his body with
my hands and my lips, and I think that he was doing the same. His body had
its own unique geography, just like every other. Large, dark nipples that
could be made to stand at attention. Powerful forearms covered with a
dusting of dark fur. Thigh muscles that were a testament to innumerable
miles of cycling. Strong shoulders that I gripped as he sucked me.  Seeing
him naked for the second time that evening gave me the opportunity to study
the details, instead of just being overwhelmed by the whole package.

	It was probably inevitable that, at some point in our mutual
exploration, he would work his way around to my backside. Kneeling behind
me, he parted my asscheeks and began to tease the puckered skin that
guarded the entrance to my hole. He clearly enjoyed the task, and his
teasing had me quivering like a bowl of jello as he nipped and licked and
sucked. Reaching through my legs, he jerked my cock while he rimmed me,
leaving me with little to do except enjoy the attention. He used all of the
tools at his disposal to drive me into a state of slack-jawed horniness:
lips, tongue, probing fingers. I was wide open and exposed to him.

      I lost track of time, but finally he stopped and stood up, pulling me
to him and wrapping his strong arms around me. He nuzzled my neck as, once
again, he parked his cock at my rear. All I could think of was getting it
inside of me, but that little rational voice inside of me said that there
was no way that was going to be possible without copious lube.

	"You want it, don't you?"

	"Oh, yeah. Fuck yeah."

	He pushed just a little inside, just the tip of the exposed head.

	"You want me to fuck you." It was a statement more than a question.

	I groaned, a mixture of pain from the tentative incursion and
frustration.

	"That's what I'm going to do, then."

	He pushed me roughly onto all fours on a dirty tarp that lay on the
floor. In the darkness I couldn't see what he was doing, but I heard him
fumbling around behind a loose board in the wall. Then the sound of a
condom packet being torn open and a bottle of lube popping open. Clearly
this wasn't the first time he had brought someone to the boathouse. I later
learned that he and a couple of friends kept a stash of supplies there. He
would have made a good Boy Scout, I think.

	He proceeded to fuck me up one side and down the other. And there
was no doubt about who was in charge. I initially had a little trouble
taking him deep, mainly because he was so damn thick, but that didn't stop
him from bottoming out on every stroke. We started out with me on all fours
in front of him, but before long he flipped me onto my back, pushed my
thighs wide with his strong forearms, and began to saw in and out as we
kissed. I didn't dare touch my cock, which was leaking like crazy and
twitching hard on the threshold of orgasm. Instead, my hands roamed up and
down his sweaty back and over his pumping ass cheeks. By this point his
nips were hard as rocks, and he just about went nuts when I alternated
between twisting them and grazing them lightly with my fingertips.

	We were a well-oiled fuck machine, rocking back and forth against
each other. All that remained to do was coordinate the chain reaction of
our orgasms so that we would cum together.

	"I want to shoot with you," I whispered in his ear.

	"I'm close. Very close."

	I could tell. His breath was increasingly ragged, and he increased
his tempo. Reaching down, I began to jack my cock.

	"I'm almost there," I said. He grunted, and with my free hand I
reached down to massage his balls, which were once again pulling up into a
hard package, ready to pump out their sticky juice.

	The first wave of contractions washed over me, and I could feel my
ass clamping down on his tool. He groaned deeply and withdrew almost
completely before slamming in for two quick strokes. I started squirting
cum on the first one, and his entire body went stiff as he bottomed out on
the second one, as I continued to spray. He buried his face in my neck and
pressed his full weight against mine. I think that every hair on our bodies
was standing on end, discharging static electricity at every point of
contact.

	We rocked together, kissing and coming down from our high. He
stayed buried deep inside of me, only gradually losing a bit of
stiffness. I felt profoundly empty when he finally pulled out. He removed
the brimming condom and tossed it into the darkness. We just lay next to
each other for a while, completely quiet. I think that we were both pretty
depleted.

	"So, you're leaving tomorrow?"

	"Yes, time to go back home."

	"Pity. We'll meet again, perhaps."

	"That could be fun. Maybe you'd even like to meet the husband."

	"That sounds interesting."

	Mark had the same reaction, when I finished telling him about the
evening Daniel and I shared. That, of course, would be another story.