Roger wanted us to visit London for my twenty-first birthday. My mother, dead set against the idea, insisted I celebrate with family and not torture her by denying her right to be a wonderful mother.
I compromised, and we flew four weeks before my birthday; sadly, the same summer, we lost Princess Diana. Roger fucked on the night-flight from Singapore to London and visited the bathroom three times. I became exhausted with him insisting I joined the ‘mile-high club.’
Excited to land in London, the thick mist in summer surprised me. We booked separate rooms. Having slept on the plane, I planned fun and to wake fresh the next morning.
I found several London gay IRC channels and chose the username HungTop18. Many top guys messaged, telling me they bottomed for young guys.
I found a twenty-five-year-old top wanting to bottom for me. The guy emailed face, body, and ass pics and included pics of him fucking other guys, which I found distasteful, and ignored him.
An eighteen-year-old, medium built guy sent me a pic of his ass and asshole and agreed to bareback as long as I never came inside him.
Tall and blond, I escorted him to the bedroom, where he undressed and bent at the side of the bed.
“Be gentle,” he said.
His perky bubble-butt extremely fuckable, but I expected kissing. I jerked my cock hard and melted into his ass, but my foreskin remained closed. I opened my foreskin and fucked hard.
“Clench your ass,” I said and pounded his hole for twenty minutes, building a sweat. “I’m getting close,” I said, and he rapidly jerked his cock. His ass tightened, finally, and gripped my shaft.
“Make me cum,” he said. I fucked hard and shot inside him and continued fucking till he came. “Are you close?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“Finish on my ass.”
I pounded hard and blew inside him, pulled out, and with his hole gaping, shot in the bullseye and on his balls.
Thankfully, he dressed and pissed off right away.
Still horny, I found a handsome nineteen-year-old bottom with an impressively defined medium build. As we planned to meet, the teen added he “only did safe sex.” I warned him condoms made me soft, and he ignored me for twenty minutes and then suggested we only suck. Even though sucking bored me, I calculated if I made him horny enough, he might change his mind.
I invited Jon to the hotel. We met downstairs with him, very excited.
“You are hot,” he said, “hot guys never look as good as their pictures.”
He chatted on the walk to the bedroom. As I closed the door, he grabbed me and planted a deep kiss on my lips. I enjoyed being the object of his affection and wished we met earlier.
Both hard, I rubbed his thick six-and-half-inch cock through his tracksuit. We undressed, and I drooled over his blond pubes, one of my fetishes.
I gripped Jon’s ass cheeks as I swallowed his fat cock and enjoyed his fresh scent. I licked his ball sack and sucked his left ball.
He giggled, “That tickles.”
We jumped on the bed facing each other, and he stroked my cock as we kissed. I inched a finger into his hole. “I really like you,” he said.
He pushed me only back and crawled between my legs and eyed me as he sucked my cock. He grinned as he sucked, and I enjoyed his enthusiasm more than the brilliant blowjob.
Jon climbed on me and gently kissed me with my cock resting on his ass, inches from his hole. I snapped my cock against his butt, and Jon giggled before returning to sucking my cock.
I inhaled poppers, then offered the bottle to him, and he enjoyed two deep breaths.
“Lie on your back,” I said and crawled between his legs and swallowed every inch of his fat cock.
I pushed his legs back and slipped my tongue into his hairless pink sphincter. He jerked his cock with his head arched back.
I sat in front of him and sucked his cock with my boner inches from his asshole. Stroking my dick, I inched closer to his hole until my head rested on his pink pucker.
I inhaled a deep breath of poppers, passed him the bottle, and he inhaled in each nostril.
My cock pushed into his ass as I sucked him. I dropped spit on my head and eased my tip into his ass. The deeper my cock pushed, the less of his shaft reached my mouth.
With two-inches of my cock inside him, I sucked an inch of his cock. I motioned my hips back and forth and enjoyed his ass on my tip while I continued blowing him.
As I leaned in to kiss him, my cock glided in his ass, and he grinned.
I applied spit to my shaft and gently fucked his ass while we kissed.
“Your cock feels amazing inside me,” Jon said, “I want you so bad. Don’t stop.”
I caressed his neck and licked his nipple. He grabbed my ass cheeks, pulled me toward him, and I hoisted his legs, throwing my body weight into fucking him. With my back arched, I fucked him in quick strokes as I shot my first load inside him. I kissed him passionately as I enjoyed his wetness.
“Lie on your stomach,” I whispered.
I climbed on top of him, and my cock fell deep into him. Holding his arms, I thrust hastily into his wet ass and shot again inside him. He released a powerful damp fart.
After turning him on his side, I fucked his cum-soaked ass sideways. He jerked his cock with his head buried in a pillow. His ass gripped my cock as he shot on the bed, and I exploded deep in his ass.
I continued fucking his moist hole, my cock swimming in a sea of cum.
“Are you going to finish?” Jon asked.
“I’m close. Where must I cum?”
“Cum all over my hole.”
I pounded fast and aimed at his asshole as I shot. Cum pooled around my head, and his hole soaked in my warm liquid.
We kissed, and he cuddled into me.
“I’ve never done that before. I’ve always used a condom,” Jon said, “I really enjoyed that.” My cock still hard, he said, “Let’s go again, but this time I want you to cum inside me.”
With Jon on his back, I fucked missionary with us kissing. I edged multiple times, building to a massive orgasm.
“I’m getting close,” I said.
“Give it to me. I wanna feel it.”
As I shot, Jon released a loud wet fart, and I grunted. I continued fucking his cum-soaked ass.
“Leave your cock in me. I wanna cum.”
Gently, I fucked until he shot on himself. I rested in his cum as my cock softened inside him.
We emailed for months, and I found him on Grindr years later. We met again but never rekindled our first-time magic.
I chatted with a bisexual nineteen-year-old top on IRC, and he wanted to try bottoming. Usual story, condoms made me go soft, and he confessed he suffered the same issue.
We swapped pics with him slim, handsome and his hair shaved. He wore black leather trousers, a white vest, and black worker boots.
Upstairs, he undressed at once.
“Are you gonna take your clothes off?” He asked.
Our bodies pressed; he gripped my skull and sucked my face.
“I’ve never been fucked before. Be gentle,” the teen said.
I caressed his unusual cock, thick from the front but thin from the side, with an arrow-shaped head.
He kneeled and sucked my dick while twirling his palms on my shaft.
“Do you want poppers?” I asked.
“I’d love some.”
“Bend over the bed.”
I lubed my cock and eased into him. His soft ass blossomed as I entered, and I believed his virgin story. He pressed his palm on my stomach, controlling the speed I entered. Once deep inside, I stood still.
“Does that feel okay?” I asked.
“It’s a little sore.” My cock twitched inside him. “I can feel that.”
I eased my dick out and glided back into him. Providing added lubrication, I shot into him, and his ass became slippery. Fucking faster and in long strokes, I shot again inside him. I loved his velvety soft wetness on my cock.
“Can I have more poppers?” He asked.
“Keep it by your nose, and you won’t feel any pain.”
“Fuck me hard and cum.”
I pounded into his ass, and he moaned. I thrust with long strokes, with him clearly in pain.
“Are you close?” He asked.
“I am.”
“Please cum.”
While brutalizing his ass, “I’m cumming,” I said.
He moaned, and I pushed my cock deep into him and stood still.
“Are you going to cum?” I asked.
“It’s too sore,” he replied and pulled off my cum-soaked cock.
I rinsed, and we lay on the bed.
“It’s just too sore, anal. I’m glad I tried, but I think I’ll just be a top,” the teen said and rubbed his finger on my hole, “have you ever been fucked?”
“I have, but I don’t like it either.”
“Guys love my cock because I can fuck them sideways.”
“What do you mean?”
He moved me on my side and kneeled behind me, pressing his tip on my hole.
“It feels great,” he said, and lubed his shaft.
“No, I’m not interested in being fucked.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna push it in. I’m just showing you what I mean.”
He pressed his head on my hole, and my sphincter opened, but I never felt his cock enter my ass.
“Is it sore?” He asked.
“No.”
He pushed deeper into me with no pain.
“Pass me the poppers,” he said and inhaled two deep breaths, and I enjoyed a hit.
He continued pushing into me until his legs touched my ass.
“Is it sore?” He asked.
“Not at all.”
As he fucked me, I felt his shaft inside for the first-time. As he never hurt me, I never stopped him. He grunted, and I farted simultaneously. He slapped my ass and pulled out.
“That’s a great ass,” he said. I noticed a thick blob of cum on his cock head. “Are you okay?” He asked.
“Did you cum inside me?”
“Yeah. You came inside me. I didn’t think you’d mind.”
He dressed, and I ignored him. When he left, I filled the basin with warm water and douched his cum from my ass.
The next morning I knocked on Roger’s door and overheard him giggling.
“Shhh,” Roger mimed and waved me in, pointing to his bed. A hot young Spaniard lay asleep naked with his gigantic cock at full attention.
“I’ve taken that twice,” Roger whispered. “Call me later.”
I walked to Soho, surprised by gays holding hands.
I entered a bar, and a young Frenchman joined me. “You mind if I sit’ ere?” He tried making conversation, but I struggled to understand him.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I said, and he followed me.
I entered a cubicle, and he slipped into the one beside me. He pushed his hand through a large hole in the cubicle wall. Knowing what this meant, I dropped my soft cock through the gloryhole, and he sucked me promptly hard.
He pushed his ass onto my dry cock and bounced. My cock hurt without lube, and I never came.
He shouted something in French and left. His ass tore on my cock, and I rinsed in the basin.
Dainty Delicia, a twenty-five-year-old clown-like drag queen, introduced herself. Not afraid of f and c-bombs, every sentence ended with a punchline and me in hysterics. She loved I enjoyed her humor.
“I need the bathroom,” I said.
I returned to the same cubicle and overheard someone enter the stall next to me.
A meaty eight-inch cut cock poked through the gloryhole, which pleasantly surprised me. I ran my tongue around the head and licked the large peehole.
“Gimme your ass,” the deep baritone voice of Dainty Delicia said.
I chuckled and tried to pee with her cock dangling beside me.
“Come on. You’ll like it.”
I returned upstairs, and Dainty Delicia followed.
“Is it because I’m a drag queen?”
I smirked, “No, why on earth would you think that? It’s because I’m a top.”
“Oh, lovely. The lads usually enjoy a good rogering. Come back downstairs, love, and I’ll let you can give my cunt a jolly good buggering,” she said and pouted her heart-shaped lips.
She grabbed my arm and led me back to the cubicle.
She pressed her ass against the gloryhole, “Be gentle, love. The last time this girl had her oil changed, we had a lady in number ten.” I spat on my cock, jerked myself hard, and eased into her ass. “Slow down.”
I pulled out and spat more on my head and inched gently into her. She grunted as I pushed, and I fucked in short, gentle strokes. I enjoyed her ass and shot inside her. Her wetness allowed me to glide with ease, and her ass tightened and relaxed, and I guessed she jerked her cock. I enjoyed fucking hard and shot again, and her ass became very slippery.
“Are you finished?” She asked.
“No.”
I continued fucking with my body banging against the wall with each stroke, holding the top of the stall wall for support.
“It’s cumming,” I said and pushed deep into her ass. She grunted, and her ass clenched around my cock as she finished.
She grinned as she exited the stall and released a wet fart.
“Oh, so very ladylike,” she said.
Upstairs we enjoyed more drinks, and she gifted me two tickets to her show. We chatted for hours, and the free drinks continued rolling.
I left drunk and passed a busy sauna with many young guys.
I followed a young guy into the darkroom. Despite my loathing of darkrooms, I knew his face. He kneeled and sucked me with his generous mouth. He lubed my cock, bent, and leaned his palms on the wall.
I pounded his slippery ass and came twice inside him. Before I came a third time, he pulled off my cock and walked away, saying nothing.
I sat in a jacuzzi with four other guys. They ignored a large sign warning against fucking the water. A guy sat next to me and jerked my cock, and I returned the favor.
“We should get a room,” the guy whispered in my ear and led me to a tiny cabin with black padded walls and locked the door.
He pushed me on my stomach and lay on top of me. The guy rubbed his hard cock over my ass, then lubed my hole and, without notice, forced his entire cock in me with one thrust. I yelped with pain, and he shoved my face into the padded floor.
“Take it. Take it, you bitch” he grunted as he wrecked my ass. He shot across the room, and his cum hit the wall with a thud. “You’re bleeding,” he added and left.
Waking horny the next morning, hungover, I jumped on IRC. I found a blonde defined bottom and told him I wanted him to ride me and make me cum.
Naked, I opened the door, to his delight.
“I love your body,” he said.
“Thanks.”
I stroked my cock on the bed, and he kneeled and sucked me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his pleasuring.
He placed a condom on my head, and before he could unroll, “They make me go soft.”
He continued sucking me while jerking his five-inch cock.
“Nice cock,” he said, “I want you inside me. Are you clean?”
“I’m clean.”
“Okay. Don’t cum inside me.”
He lubed my cock and his ass and grinned. With his back facing me, he eased his ass onto my cock and rode me like a bull.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed his soft ass. He held the bed and danced on my cock.
“That feels amazing, but you better slow down, or you’ll make me cum,” I said.
He slowed and bounced on me. I twitched my cock inside him.
“Are you cumming?”
“No, I was twitching my cock.”
He rode me like a bull, back and forth, and I shot inside him. The sensitivity on my cock eased, and I enjoyed his wet ass.
“You can go faster,” I said.
He rode me for ten minutes and built me to orgasm.
“I’m close,” I said, and he climbed off me and grabbed my creamy cock.
“You’ve already cum.”
“Nah, jerk it, and you’ll see me cum. That’s precum.”
He jerked fast, and I arched my back as I shot into the air and cum dribbled as he continued jerking.
“Stop. It’s getting sensitive,” I said.
She scooped a blob of cum from my head and licked it.
“Nice and sweet.”
He kneeled over me and jerked himself till he came on my chest.
“Are you sure you’re clean?”
“I was tested two months ago.”
“Did you cum inside me?”
“I precum a lot. You watched me cum. What are you worried about?”
He grinned, dressed, kissed me on the forehead, and left.
I needed my hangover gone, and with the hotel bar closed, I walked to the corner shop and bought four beers. Gulping a beer helped, and twenty minutes later, my hangover disappeared.
I knocked on Roger’s door, a guy answered and hid behind the door. “What do you want?”
“Is my friend Roger awake?”
“Roger. Your friend is at the door.”
Roger hid behind the door and whispered, “Come back later,” and winked.
I discovered a worn sauna near the hotel with many hot young guys and a significant back room.
Four slings hung occupied in the backroom, and each bottom faced the other. A crowd watched four tops fucking four boys.
A forty-year-old pierced top fucked a young, slim bottom with a broken condom.
“That’s a nice Prince Alfred,” I said, and he glared at me.
He grunted as he came and pushed deep into the bottom’s ass. He pulled out and slapped the condom on the bottom’s chest.
Another top stepped forward with a rubber in his teeth. Fucking hard, he grunted and loaded the condom.
A baby-cock top tried slipping bareback into the bottom’s ass. The top continued sheathed for one stroke, and the rubber vanished in the bottom’s hole.
Another top stepped forward with an enormous nine-inch pierced cock, and the bottom passed him a condom. With a mighty thrust, the condom snapped at once. The top fucked hard, and each stroke slapped the bottom’s ass. My cock throbbed as the bottom farted.
I stepped over to another bottom, moaning from a rough bareback fuck. As the top grunted and withdrew, another stepped forward and slipped into the bottom’s ass raw.
Watching guys fuck excited me, and my cock twitched at full attention.
I entered a gloryhole cubicle with holes in each wall. I ignored a hairy ass and slipped my cock into a smooth wet hole. Fucking hard, I shot inside the ass and continued fucking. As I came a second time, I grunted, and the bottom pulled off my cock.
Waiting for another ass, I jerked. A hairy blond ass presented, and I pushed in hard.
“Fuck. Be gentle.”
“Sorry.”
I eased back into his hole and stood still, allowing him to ride my cock. I enjoyed his ass and quietly shot inside him. He pushed against the wall, and I fucked hard and grunted as I filled him. He moaned as he came and pulled off my cock.
I showered and explored, discovering a section with a single sling and a slim young guy waiting. He winked. I stepped in front of him and positioned my cock on his hole.
He grinned as I lubed my head, and my growing cock pushed into him without moving.
“Don’t cum inside me,” he said.
I smirked and fucked hard that the sling swung back and forth, and his ass thumped against my groin with each stroke. I blew inside him and rocked the sling on my cock, fucking my cum hard into him.
“You have an amazing ass,” I said. I fucked for a few minutes, enjoying the guy’s cum-soaked hole. “I’m close. Where must I cum?”
“Cum on my hole.”
I pulled out and jerked off while pressing on his ass. I pushed gently into him as I came, winked and slapped his butt, leaving to shower.
In the shower, “I like your piercing,” I said.
“Thanks. Are you top or bottom?”
“I’m top.”
“You should get one. They feel amazing when fucking.” The guy whispered, “They’re guaranteed to break any condom.” He winked, and I chuckled. “Every bottom wants to try it. I’ve never fucked so much ass before. You’re young and probably don’t need it. But when you get older, you must get one.”
I wrapped my palm on his warm thick shaft and discovered the icy solid texture of his piercing.
I dried and relaxed in a doorless padded room with a small monochrome television.
A twenty-year-old slim toned guy with light-brown hair walked past, and we exchanged grins. He grabbed his hard eight-inch cock, which bulged under his towel.
“Are you looking?” He asked.
“I’m top,” I replied and flashed my cock.
“That’s a nice cock, but I’m only top.” He dropped his towel, and his thick, cut eight-inches stood at full attention.
He walked toward me and pushed his cock in my face. I gripped his shaft and wrapped my mouth around his head. As I jerked his rod, his droopy balls rocked back and forth.
He ripped open a condom with his teeth and rolled it on his dick.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna try? I promise to go slow.”
The condom filled me with ease, and I liked the look of him and his manhood.
“You can try, but if you hurt me, I’m gonna make you stop.”
“Deal.”
He lubed the condom and wet my hole, pressing two fingers into me. I leaned against the wall and presented my ass. He pushed gently into my ass, and I checked the condom on his dick and inhaled two deep hits of poppers.
He was gentle and whispered, “I love muscled young guys. You’re so handsome.”
Caressing my neck, he tenderly fucked me with his hands cupped on my ass.
“I’m going to cum,” he grunted in my ear as he shot. I held the base of the condom as he pulled out with the tip loaded with cum. “Thank you,” he said as he kissed my neck, “do you wanna cum?”
“I can only cum fucking.”
“Nice try,” he smirked, “I’ll see ya.”
I pushed a finger in my ass, jerked rapidly, and shot against the wall.
Back at the hotel, I chatted with a hot versatile couple on IRC, one eighteen, Ben, and the other twenty, Ted, both looking for a third. I explained I only topped and warned condoms made me go soft. They only used condoms with other guys and suggested I bottom for them. I reminded them I was top, and they went silent.
I chatted with other guys, and the couple messaged half-an-hour later and agreed to me fucking them if I promised not to cum inside them.
Downstairs, we enjoyed a drink at the bar with Ben chatty and flirtatious and Ted introverted.
In the bedroom, we relaxed on the bed with me in the middle, and they alternated kissing me. Ted removed my pants and sucked my cock as I kissed Ben.
We undressed, and Ted wanted to rim my ass. I lay on top of Ben, and Ted buried his mouth in my hole.
“It’s such a pity you’re only top. You have an amazing ass,” Ted said.
I sucked Ben’s five-inch uncut cock while Ted continued rimming my butt and occasionally slipped a finger into me. Ted’s thick uncut cock stood six-inches.
I lubed my cock and Ben’s hole and lay him on his stomach. I pushed into him as Ted munched my crack. Enjoying Ben’s soft, compact ass, I fucked gently, preventing myself from cumming too soon.
Ted slapped his cock on my ass, teased my hole, and then continued rimming. I enjoyed the painless attention he gave my ass.
Ben and I inhaled poppers. I enjoyed his ass, with Ted fixed on mine. He continued teasing his tip against my hole, and I craved his cock inside me.
I edged in Ben’s hole, and Ted’s cock drove me hornier. I inhaled two deep breaths of poppers.
“If you want a taste of my ass, be gentle and don’t cum in me,” I said to Ted.
He climbed on top of me and eased his head into me.
“Is it sore?” he asked.
“It’s fine.”
He eased his entire cock into me, and as I pulled out of Ben, his cock pushed into me. I loved fucking while being fucked.
I pushed my cock deep into Ben and said, “Fuck me,” to Ted.
Fucking in slow strokes, he enjoyed my ass. My cock motionless in Ben, I might cum from Ted fucking me.
I farted as Ted fucked me and instantly shot in Ben, with his ass releasing a loud fart too. While I fucked my cum into Ben’s ass, Ted continued fucking me.
“I wanna fuck you,” I said to Ted.
He lay on his stomach, and I pushed my cock into him. His ass tight, as expected for someone who just came.
“Can I fuck you too?” Ben asked.
I grinned and winked. Ben beamed and stood behind me and pushed his small cock into me.
Ted’s tight ass made it easy for me to cum. I fucked him faster than I fucked Ben and shot inside him and continued fucking.
“Your ass is clenching. It feels nice,” Ben said, “oh, I’m gonna cum.”
He pulled out and shot his warm load on my hole.
“I’m close,” I said to Ted and pulled out and shot on his ass.
Ted turned and jerked his cock. He closed his eyes as his cum dribbled from on his belly.
We kissed on the bed and chatted for an hour; they were nice guys and deep in love.
Ben’s cock stiffened, “Can you fuck you again?”
I grinned and bent on the bed. Ben lubed his cock and pushed hard into me. I enjoyed taking a small cock; it tickled. Ted brought his cock to my mouth, and I sucked him as Ben fucked me.
“I’m close, but I don’t wanna cum yet. Do you want his ass?” Ben asked Ted.
Ted eased into me, and I inhaled two breaths of poppers.
“You can go harder,” I said, and he fucked hard in long strokes. “I wanna cum.”
Jerking my cock, Ted’s warm cum shot inside me.
“I can feel your ass clench,” Ted said.
He continued fucking me, and I blew on the bed. His thrusts grew faster.
“I’m close,” Ted said and pulled out and sprayed on my back.
“I wanna cum,” Ben said and pushed back into my ass and fucked hard.
His abs slapped against my ass, and he said, “I’m close. I’m so close.”
His cock twitched inside me, and he pulled out and shot on my hole and ass.
We lay on the bed holding each other and spoke for another thirty minutes and discussed them visiting me back home.
We exchanged emails, but they never stayed in touch.
They left after midnight, and I showered. Still horny, I ordered a drink in the bar.
The barman gazed at me as only another gay person might. I returned a grin, ensuring he registered my interest.
Born in Denmark, nineteen-year-old Casper with stunning bright-green eyes, light blond hair, and built like me.
“The bar is closing soon. Do you have any plans?” He asked in a deep manly voice.
“I’m staying in the hotel. What are you doing after work?” He grinned. “You can come up to my room.”
With a naughty smirk, “I can’t leave with a guest. But you can give me your room number, and I’ll see you after I close.”
I gave him the number, finished my drink, and returned to my room.
He kissed me passionately when he arrived, and I returned his passion. We undressed as we kissed and pressed our naked bodies together, and I stroked his thick, nine-inch uncut shaved cock.
He pushed me onto the bed and sucked my cock with his soft mouth. He moaned as he sucked, lifted my legs, and slipped his tongue into my hole while he caressed my shaft. His eyes beamed as he rimmed my ass.
He stood and slipped his hard cock in my mouth. I gripped his shaft and stroked as I sucked.
He pushed me onto the bed and rested his body on top of me, clutching my arms and pinning me to the mattress. He caressed my neck and chest and then moved to my stomach and licked my belly bottom. His tongue teased my shaft, and he sucked my balls, one at a time. He ran his tongue around my ass and pushed into my hole.
“Do you have lubricant?” He asked.
He dripped lube on our shafts, jerked our dicks together, and grinned.
Casper pushed my legs back, kissed me, and gradually slid into me.
“You have an amazing ass.”
The first seven-inches eased into me, with the last two-inches uncomfortable.
“Don’t go so deep.”
He grinned and whispered, “Sorry. Is this better?”
I nodded, and he fucked me gently while kissing, and he stroked my wet cock.
He sat on the bed with his legs spread and pushed into my ass. I inhaled a hit of poppers, and he fucked in quick strokes but never went too deep. He leaned toward me and pecked my lips.
“I don’t wanna cum yet,” he said.
He slipped his cock out of me and bent on the bed. He turned his head and grinned. I eased my cock into his soft ass, and my foreskin opened as I entered him.
I pecked his neck and then pressed my palms on his lower back and gently fucked him. His breathing synchronized with my fucking.
“Pass me the poppers,” he said and inhaled deeply. I fucked him gently and wanted to cum. I dribbled a load inside him, and with my head sensitive, I continued fucking him gently.
Turning him on his back, I hoisted his legs but held his knees together. I slid deep into his ass, him tight in this position. I exploded in his ass and continued fucking.
“Let me fuck you,” he said.
I bent at the side of the bed, and he pushed into me and fucked fast. I sniffed poppers and pushed my head into the pillow. His cock inched deeper into me until his balls slapped my ass, and I enjoyed every deep thrust.
“Your ass is amazing. I’m close to cumming,” Casper said and continued fucking. “It’s so close. Very close. Oh, I’m cumming.” He pushed deep into me, and my ass released a fart. “Your ass is so wet. You feel great.” He pulled out and bent on the bed. “It’s your turn.”
He surprised me as I never expected him to be horny after orgasm. I thrust into his tight ass, and he moaned. Fucking him hard, I edged three times and built to a massive explosion.
“I’m cumming,” I moaned and continued pounding his ass.
I blew three times rapidly after the other, and his ass released two wet farts. Slowing my strokes, I pushed him on his stomach and lay on top of him with my cock buried inside him.
I licked his neck and nibbled his ear.
“Can I spend the night?” He asked.
“You’re welcome to spend the night,” I whispered in his ear.
We showered and climbed into bed and cuddled. We spoke for hours, gazing into each other’s eyes.
I fucked him four more times that evening, and he fucked me five.
In the morning, we sixty-nined, and both swallowed. Casper suggested I visit London with him, and he sneaked out of the room, and I met him outside the hotel on the road.
We spent a magical day together. He invited me back to his apartment, and we spent the afternoon in bed. I loved being with him and never wanted our time to end. We ordered takeout and ate while tucked under the covers.
“Do you want to spend the night?” He asked.
We made love till four o’clock in the morning and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I fell in love but had to leave in two days.
The next morning I woke Casper with a blowjob. He came in my mouth, and I returned the favor. He worked that evening, so we stayed in bed and fucked the entire day.
We returned to the hotel, and he went to work and promised to visit me after his shift.
After two o’clock in the morning, he knocked on my door, and we lay in bed and spoke till five o’clock. We fell asleep in each other’s arms and woke at nine.
We made magical love for the last time and held each other till noon.
The housekeeper knocked, “I’m leaving in five minutes,” I said.
We gripped the other tightly and kissed goodbye passionately.
Casper disguised himself and blew a kiss as he left.
I grabbed my bags and knocked on Roger’s door.
“Are you ready to leave?” He asked.
“Yup, let’s go.”
We checked out and sat in the bar. Roger recounted his sexual adventures, but I never heard a word. I never mentioned Casper to him.
On the flight home, Roger disappeared a few times into the toilets with random strangers.
I left London sad but fulfilled. My love for Casper real, but our timing wrong. I dreamed of him on the flight home.
