I like to travel. I head the purchasing department in the company I work for, which makes travelling to different parts of the world necessary, and for me a great plus. Most of the time, my wife gets to accompany me if the trip is a short one: two or three days. But for longer trips, I travel alone.
I am scheduled for a one-week trip to Prague in the Czech Republic, with a one-day business meeting in Vienna and another in Frankfurt. I am excited about this trip for a variety of reasons. But mostly, it gives me a chance to break away from my married life and enjoy single living for a week. I have never “cheated” on my wife, but I do get some male sex whenever I have the chance. Some might consider this cheating, but I don’t. For me, it’s a break that I need desperately. At 34, I am still fairly fit, but life is too short not to live it to the full. The only way I can fulfill my sexual desires for other males when I am at home is late at night when I surf the net for gay/bi porn and masturbate. I am hoping that this trip will give me the chance to have some actual sex with another man—or men!
I get on the plane and relax in my window seat waiting for take-off. Another passenger arrives and takes the aisle seat. We greet each other with a smile and settle in for the three-hour flight. The passenger is also in his early thirties, with a light beard and moustache, tall, slim, and quite good-looking. He is also quite friendly and we strike a light conversation about flying and jobs and such.
It turns out to be that the passenger, Igor, is Czech. Lucky me! Igor is very happy to tell me about Prague and what I can do there: what to see, where to go, etc. He approves of my hotel and says that sometimes he goes to the hotel bar for drinks not only since it serves the best cocktails in the city but also it gives him a chance to spend a few hours away from his wife. I tell him that it would be a pleasure to treat him for a drink there since I am going to be a guest at the hotel and since I am also travelling without my wife.
Half-way during the flight, I have to use the toilet. As I try to squeeze myself out, Igor’s bottle of water spills on his pants. I apologize profusely and offer to help by grabbing my napkin and wiping off the excess water from his thigh. I do this with no intent of physical connection with Igor but because of my sloppy spilling of water on him. To my surprise, however, he lets me rub off the water without any complaint. I could feel the firm muscles of his inner thigh and this gives me a stir in my groins.
“Sorry, man,” I apologize, moving the napkin up and down his thigh, almost touching his groin. “It was so sloppy of me.”
“That’s ok, Norman,” he says, and I notice that he has raised his pelvis in response to my rubbing. “It’s only water. Thank God, it’s not hot coffee!”
We laugh at this and I remove my hand not without noticing the bulge in his pants. The guy has either started an erection or he is very hung. I hope for both, but force away my fantasies. Igor is married, for Christ’s sake. But, then again, so am I!
The rest of the flight is without any further incidents. I get picked up by the people I will be meeting the next day, and Igor gets picked up by his wife, a hot, petite, young woman with large boobs. However, I think as I get into the limo waiting for me, in a couple of hours, Igor will be with me, alone, having drinks at the hotel bar.
I check in, unpack, take a shower, and make some instant coffee, using the hotel’s complimentary pot and cups. I relax, naked, with only the towel around my waist as I light a cigarette and sip on the hot coffee. In no time, I’m hard. My cock is throbbing. I close my eyes and reflect on how horny I am, especially now with the prospect of spending some time with another hot man. I know that I have a small chance for sex with Igor, but the fact that I will be with another man having a drink has given me an erection.
Sighing, I stub out the cigarette and dress in jeans and polo shirt, getting ready for my rendezvous, willing my cock to settle down and behave. I contemplate surfing the net for some gay escort. I am willing to pay for gay sex if it comes to that. Most likely, it will. I find a site on gay escorts in Prague and I note a few possibilities. I will check them out tonight after the drinks with Igor. Tomorrow is going to be a full day with meetings but I can arrange for something for the evening. My body twitches with hungry anticipation.
At the hotel bar, I order a glass of red wine and sit on a stool, waiting for Igor. He walks in ten minutes later, looking gorgeous, or so my sex-crazed imagination tells me. I wish that my escort for tomorrow would look like that, although I will try to find someone younger, maybe twenty or twenty-one. Igor orders a beer and takes the stool next to mine.
“I have good news,” he starts after we salute with clinking glasses.
“Oh?” I wonder. What good news would Igor have for me? We barely know each other. I am intrigued.
“Isabelle, my wife, thought I was arriving home tomorrow evening instead of tonight and she has arranged to stay with her mother who lives alone in a small town around one hour away from Prague by train. This means we have the whole evening for ourselves.”
I go dumb with astonishment about the prospects behind this news. Why is Igor so excited about spending the whole evening with me? How come is this freedom not used for something else? Igor takes my silence in the wrong way and he adds, pouting a little, “Oh, maybe you have other arrangements? Am I imposing?”
“Oh, no,” I wake from my reveries instantly. “No, that’s great, Igor. It sounds like a great idea.”
“I can show you a couple of more interesting places than the hotel bar.”
“Deal,” I say enthusiastically, wondering what places Igor has in mind.
Half an hour later, our drinks empty, we leave the hotel. We both decide to skip food since we have eaten on the plane coming in.
“There is this club that is fantastic,” he tells me as we drive off in his Skoda. “Isabelle would throw a fit if she knew I am taking you there. It’s kind of avant-garde, if you know what I mean.”
My mind is racing. What has Igor in mind to entertain me?
“I’ve been in avant-garde places,” I boast.
“Not like this one,” he smiles. “It’s a strip joint with a twist.”
“Strip joint?” I’m not that impressed. “What kind of twist?” I inquire.
“Well, you have your regular women gyrating and stripping, and then the real fun part is when the trannies get on stage. Man, they are more gorgeous than the women, but when they strip, they are bigger than any man I have ever seen, if you know what I mean.”
I hate this if-you-know-what-I-mean thing that Igor keeps repeating, but I am intrigued.
I reflect: bigger than any other man he has seen? When they strip? Does that mean their dicks? Is Igor interested in big dicks? Mine is big compared to others, around 20 centimeters (8 inches) when hard. I wonder!
The place is pleasant. The lights are dim but not seedy. Everything looks clean and the strip show has already started. We are led to a small table by the stage and we order a bottle of scotch whiskey. I have already told Igor that the strip club is on me. My company gives a generous 500-dollar entertainment allowance per diem so that I can impress clients and maybe cower them to accept our conditions without much hassle. Wine-them-and-dine-them-and… this kind of strategic philosophy.
Generally speaking, I like women stripping, and these women are hot. My dick is already semi-erect. I also notice that Igor is rubbing his crotch once in a while. I try to use my peripheral vision to check on his movements.
Now, the transvestites come on. Boy, they are really gorgeous. Their faces, their boobs, their bodies, I am totally taken. So is Igor. His eyes are glued to the stage and one of his hands is pressing on his groin. When the TS’s get down to panties, I can tell what Igor has meant by “bigger.” The bulges are impressive and these strippers are doing their best to emphasize this fact. There are three of them, and they get off the stage in skimpy, string undies and move around the audience. They don’t seem to be sporting erections, but their dicks outline the fabric of the underwear quite provocatively. One of them sits on Igor’s lap and rubs his face with her/his breast. To my surprise, Igor feels the TS’s bulge and rubs the dick inside. Laughing, he/she gets off Igor, pinching his cheek as a naughty boy and moves over to me.
“Do you also want to feel the goods, honey?” he/she asks me as she sits in my lap. I flick my tongue at the nipple of the breast and shake my head. The TS reaches over and takes Igor’s hand and places it in my crotch. “You can feel this hot stud,” he/she tells Igor. Igor grabs my erection inside my pants and rubs it. I am way beyond horny. I am suckling on a hot tit, and a guy’s hand is fondling my cock. And all of that right there in public!
The TS moves away to another table, but Igor keeps his hand on my crotch, rubbing my dick. I gaze at him. Yes, I am hot for him. He likes what he is groping since he is also rubbing his own dick with his other hand. Fully erect, I try to drown out my moans by sipping on the whiskey. Igor removes his hand and picks up his drink, too.
“That was nice, Igor,” I say as I gulp the alcohol down. “Your touching me has excited me.”
He smirks. “Do you think I can’t tell? Your dick is hard as rock. Wait till the next number.”
“What next number? I thought this was what you wanted me to see. The twist.”
“Just wait, buddy,” he smiles enigmatically, winking.
The trannies move off the stage to loud applause. There is a lull for a few minutes. I am waiting impatiently for this next number that Igor has promised me.
Two young guys come on stage. Wow! These guys mean business! They are dressed in skimpy briefs only. And they are hot as hell. If you have ever watched gay porn movies with Czech men, you will know what I mean. These guys have smooth chests and lightly-hairy thighs and legs. The top of their pubic hair can be seen right at the waistband of their jock-strap briefs. Their butts are fuzzy and move like hot firm melons. These two boys are not only fit but they are Adonis-shaped. If ever possible, my cock now is harder than it has been when Igor has fondled it.
The two performers gyrate and dance, of course. They put on a fantastic show, grabbing each other from behind, grinding on each other, kissing. I appreciate the fact that they are not totally shaved, smooth naturally but not shaved. I like some hair on my men, even if they are young. I watch, my horniness increasing in intensity by the second.
Then, like the trannies, the boys start moving over to the tables. I notice that they are letting the clientele take more liberties with them than the TS’s have before them. One man at the table next to us was fingering one guy’s crack. The other guy lands himself in Igor’s lap. Immediately, Igor slides his hand down the guy’s front and grabs his dick.
Fuck me! Igor loves cocks. The guy kisses Igor’s neck as Igor strokes him. Then he moves over to me. Also sitting in my lap, he bends and kisses my mouth. I am too embarrassed to feel his dick, but he isn’t. His hand starts to massage my erection as we kiss. Igor has his dick out the fly of his pants and he is stroking frantically. With his other hand, he fumbles to unzip me and with the help of the boy in my lap, who is keeping me fully occupied with the kissing and licking, they manage to fish out my dick. Igor strokes both my cock and his. I am in another world. Fuck! This is what I call a night on the town.
When the guy sitting in my lap moves to another table, Igor removes his hand from my dick and tucks his own inside his pants.
“Wow!” I exclaim, grabbing my cock and slowly stroking it. Looking around, I find that almost all of the men in the club are stroking their cocks. Fuck, what a scene.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Igor announces with the same smirk on his face.
Oh? What next? Fucking? Igor’s smile confirms!
“By the way, Norm,” Igor lowers his voice. “I love your dick!”
Oh, fuck, oh, yes!
“You’re sweet, Igor, and you are always welcome to it,” I offer, my voice husky.
The lights dim. We are almost in darkness except for the stage where a bed has appeared. The two guys get on it and start to fuck, live. First there is the sucking, and then the fucking. They flip each other. The audience is going wild with applause and cheers. They even shout out instructions and suggestions.
“Suck his dick!” “Eat his ass!” “Fuck that butt!” Most comments are in English but there are a few other languages used as well, sprinklings of French and German and what I took to be Czech. The great finale is brought on by both kids ejaculating over each other, and then licking and swallowing the jizz. I am almost bursting in my pants. I don’t dare take out my cock for fear of instant explosion. My nuts are hurting. Looking at Igor, I can tell he is feeling the same. After the initial stroking, he hasn’t taken out his dick either.
The kids are off the stage; the lights are brought up a notch; our scotch bottle is almost empty. When in the fuck have we consumed this much alcohol? I feel a bit buzzed, but in no way near drunk. The action has kept us concentrated on the sex. When the waiter suggests another bottle, we decline and decide to leave.
The air outside is fresh and I take a deep breath, my erection subsiding. I light a cigarette and inhale deeply, my gratification showing.
“Now what?” I ask Igor, puffing out smoke, my voice full of anticipation.
“I can’t think of any other place to top this,” he says as he climbs behind the wheel. “Except …”
I instantly get his point. “Room number 442, on the fourth floor.”
“I’ll drop you off at the entrance and park the car. Wait for me in the lobby.”
I have expected looks of disapproval from the hotel staff as Igor joins me in the lobby and we walk to the elevators. But no one seems to notice, or to care. In the elevator, we kiss. It is a spur-of-the-moment action, and the kiss is wet and extremely hot, causing my erection to return in full force.
In the hotel room, we waste as little time as possible to get naked. We are both fully hard and throbbing. Igor’s dick is quite big but not as big as mine. My dick is cut with an impressive, mushroom head. Igor’s is uncircumcised and the skin covers the head even when erect.
Igor can’t wait to push me back onto the bed and kneel between my thighs. He takes my cock in his mouth with full force, gulping down the whole length at one go. He pulls away, coughing and spitting. I grab his hair and bring him back onto my crotch and he again swallows my hard cock, down to the base. I buck up into his throat to get my entire shaft inside his wet mouth. I am so hungry for such a blowjob. My wife never sucks me off. It is too disgusting, she claims. But I love being sucked. I love sucking, too. So I make Igor turn around on the bed and we sixty-nine each other lying on our sides. We fuck each other’s mouths, slobbering and spitting. I finger Igor’s hairy hole and he plays with my hairy balls.
Igor gets off my dick and sits up.
“Fuck me, Norman,” he says, his eyes partially closed and his hand is reaching behind him, fingering himself.
“Shit, Igor,” I complain. “I don’t have any protection.”
I really want to fuck this guy. But there’s no way that I would go bareback. I have planned to buy condoms and gel for tomorrow’s escort thing. Anyway, escorts are always prepared, aren’t they?
Igor laughs, jumps off the bed, finds his pants and fishes out a pack of condoms. The guy is prepared! He has planned all this to get to my dick. That’s fine by me. He tears one condom’s foil off with his teeth and rolls the rubber slowly and lovingly onto my hard cock. I am so ready to fuck him that I am trembling all over. It has been more than three years, since my last trip alone to Brussels, that I have fucked a man’s ass.
Igor gets on all fours, still fingering his hole, preparing himself to be fucked. I kneel behind him, and spread his butt cheeks. Removing his finger, I replace it with my tongue, spreading spit all over the hole and probing into it with the tip of my tongue. I feel he is ready by the twitching of his rim muscle. Kneeling behind him, I align my cockhead to his fuck hole and I thrust in.
I penetrate with little difficulty, and once the mushroom head is inside the rim, I push the whole shaft into his belly with one thrust. He writhes and moans, pushing back onto my groin, burying his face in the pillow to stifle his scream of my invasion. Holding his hips with both hands, I fuck Igor deep and hard. Every five or six thrusts, when I feel the build-up of cum in my balls, I still and grind, fully engulfed by his tight fuck tunnel. Then I go at it again, deep and hard. I usually take my time before I shoot my load. Sometimes I go for more than fifteen or twenty minutes. But tonight, with my hunger for a man ass and the evening’s activities in the strip club, I can barely hold myself back.
Finally, I can’t hold back any more. My explosion is huge. My whole body spasms as I dump my load into the condom inside Igor’s body. His hole squeezes on the base of my squirting dick, making me shoot more cum. I arch my back and feel my soul squirting out of my cock.
We slump down on the bed, sideways, my cock still inside his ass, flexing. He has gone limp during the fucking but he is still stroking his semi-hard dick.
“I should pull out,” I whisper in his ear. “Some of my cum can spill into you through the condom.”
“Oh, no, please, Norman,” he moans back to me. “Stay inside me, please. Let me shoot my load with your hot dick in my body.”
He is stroking frantically and the squeezing of his sphincter around my cock makes me hard again. The condom is full of my first ejaculation, but I resume my fucking in rhythm with his stroking. I bite on the side of his neck, driving my cock deeper and deeper as he masturbates. Suddenly, he stills and grunts and globs of thick cum shoot out of his dick. The quick twitching of his rim muscle as he squirts onto the bed sheet drives me over the edge and I shoot my second load inside him.
His ass is milking me dry. When I finally pull out and remove the condom, there must be a whole gallon of my juice in there. Igor immediately grabs the condom and squeezes out the cum into his mouth. He swallows my jizz and licks his lips. Fuck, he looks so sexy as he eats my juice that my head swims with excitement at this hot man.
We are both spent. We shower. I make some instant coffee and inhale hungrily on my cigarette. I am so content and so lucky that I have been able to find Igor and have sex with him.
“Thank you, Norm,” Igor says as he helps himself to one of my cigarettes. “I don’t smoke, but you were so intense that I don’t care about my health anymore. What’s a little nicotine compared to all the calories and fat that I have swallowed from your cock?”
I laugh. “Igor, come on,” I tell him. “It’s only semen. There are no calories or fat in my cum, buddy.”
“It tasted so thick and creamy, Norman. I’m sure it’s fattening.”
“Then don’t eat it,” I suggest.
“How can I not to? It has come from your body, from your hot cock, from the cock that was impaling me, filling my body, making me whole.”
“Fuck the poetry, Igor,” I laugh even harder. It must be his Czech character coming out. “You can suck on my cock and get all the juice you want without being afraid of getting fat.”
Igor looks at me and immediately bends and takes my limp dick—now clean after the shower—into his mouth. After a few gulps, I harden in his mouth. He keeps at it until he draws out another ejaculation before I have even finished my cigarette. He swallows all the cum and licks my cock clean.
“Oh, man,” I lie back contentedly. I never have expected that I could get hard and shoot three loads within a little more than an hour. What’s even more unexpected, but more than welcome, is that I want more, and my cock wants more. I can’t get enough of Igor. More to the point, Igor can’t get enough of me.
I return the favor by sucking him off. I keep his cum in my mouth when he finishes squirting, and then I lie on top of him and feed him the juice right off my mouth. He gulps it all down. The man is hungry!
“When is Isabelle coming home?” I ask Igor as I lie on my back next to him, lighting another cigarette.
“Tomorrow afternoon,” he says almost regretfully, his lips glistening from our juices.
“Then, you will have your breakfast, brunch and lunch right off the tap, baby,” I tell him, grabbing my still semi-erect dick. I will call in and pretend that the food on the plane has made me sick. I will re-schedule the meetings so that I can fuck Igor again and again.
“Oh, Norm, I so want you,” he says wistfully, replacing my hand around my cock shaft with his. “Can you get off your meetings early in the afternoons? I can stay out till dinner time and we can fuck.” He strokes me slowly, as if I need any further convincing.
“For your ass, baby, I will do just that.”
For the next week, Igor and I suck and fuck our brains out. I let him fuck me once and it was delicious although I prefer being a top and doing the fucking myself. But Igor is so sweet and so hot that I don’t mind being pounded up the ass by his hot dick. Whenever we finish our fucking, Igor would squeeze the cum—whether mine or his—out of the condom and eats it, smacking his lips with this delicacy.
All I can say is that Prague remains a fantastic experience for me. A whole week of sex with a hot man who loves to eat loads of cum must be the epitome of heavenly time. Thanks, Igor.
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