Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction depicting a sexual relationship between two teen boys. If you are under the age of 18 or do not approve of gay sex, or the subject matter is not legal in the area you reside, please do not read further. The author welcomes comments or constructive criticisms. As usual all flames will be ignored...Please direct your comments to:
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A special thank you goes out to my good friend, "David" for his help, without whom this story would have been a lot harder and less pleasurable to read.
Knock Knock Knock. It's 5am.
"David, are you up?"
"No"
"Well, get up then, the taxi will be here in 1/2 an hour."
At this point I think I should introduce myself. As you see my name is David. I am 15 going on 16. 5ft 8ins 10 St, (140lbs) light brown hair, and blue eyes.
We're going to America, "New York" to be exact, on holiday. That is me & my Mum & Dad. I didn't say did I, we live in the U/K.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
"David, get up!"
"Yeah yeah yeah!"
"Never mind `yeah, yeah, yeah'. Get up now."
Fuck... does she never shut up!
I slowly got out of my nice warm bed. I looked down, morning Mr. Woody, how are you today, you will have to wait, I'm afraid.
I put my dressing gown on and just as I opened the door she was there again.
"Good about time. Where you going now"?
"For a shower".
"You haven't time. The taxi will be here any minute."
"I have to have one Mum, I smell."
"Well make it a quick one then. Don't take all day like you usually do."
"Yes, mum."
I got into the shower, looked down at Mr. Woody; sorry you will still have to wait. Fuck he is going to be hard all day now, unless I attend to him on the plane. Back to my room I throw on the clothes I got out last night. Thank fuck I did that. I ran down the stairs. Just as she was coming up again.
"The taxi's here."
As I got down stairs my dad comes out of the kitchen with some bags, he smiles.
"Morning, Dave" (he's o/k, is my Dad)
My Mum gave him a sharp look.
"Oh sorry, morning David." (Mum doesn't like anyone calling me Dave)
"You all right?"
"Not bad. Better if I was still in bed."
"I know what you mean."
She comes back.
"Come on, help your Dad with the bags, don't just stand there."
"Yes mum."
She is always up tight when we go on our Holidays. Once we're there she's o/k. Mum and me haven't been to the States before. Dad is always there on business, and she has to pick "The Big Apple" as the destination. I would have preferred to go to Florida, but no... she wanted to go to "N/Y" so that's where we go. She is o/k really. She handled my coming out brill. Oh did I tell you? I'm gay. No one special yet. I have plenty of time for that!
The taxi took just over an hour to get to Manchester airport. We got through check in; we now had over an hour to wait. I was starving, not having had any breakfast. We went into a cafe. We all ordered eggs & bacon. The waiter that brought it was about 17yrs old, tall with blond hair. He was gorgeous. As he came to our table with two plates, I looked between his legs. I thought, he's wearing boxers, going by the way that it was all flopping about. I'm a crotch watcher too, are you? As he came back with my plate he gave me a nice smile. I smiled back. I'm glad I was sitting with my crotch under the table as Mr. Woody was making his presence felt again.
As we finished, we still had about 40 minutes before they called our flight. I got up just as Mr. Woody went down.
"Where you going now?"
"I'm going to have a look round."
"Don't go too far."
"Yes mum."
"Don't talk to anyone you don't know."
Don't do this, don't do that. Shit you wouldn't think I was almost 16.
"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. O/k o/k!"
"Don't be cheeky."
"Mum I'm almost 16 o/k"?
"Never mind that. Be back in half an hour."
"Half an hour?"
"Yes half an hour."
Well I might just have time for a quick pull. I looked round the bookshop and stuff, then spotted the Gents. My watch said I was still o/k. I went into one of the cubicles, dropping my pants and boxers. Didn't take Mr. Woody long to come to life again. I grasped him with my right hand, slowly pulling my foreskin back, then up over my glans again. Then back and forth. I continued to do that for a while. I grabbed hold of my balls with my left hand and started to massage them. They felt heavy, I was leaking allot of pre-cum now that acted like a lubricant for my foreskin. Which was now going all the way back and then up again. I was now very close so I stood up from the seat, one last pull, right back as far as it would go, so far that it hurt. My cum jetted out like a blast from a cannon, and shot into the bowl. I cleaned him up pulled my pants and boxers back up. Shit, that feels better.
I got back just in time for our flight announcement. "Please report to Gate 10." We were one of the first on. It was a "Boeing 747"... big plane! First class? How can we afford that?
I sat next to Dad in a window seat, Mum sat in one of the seats opposite, well not exactly opposite, in First Class seats are staggered with little wall barrier things that give privacy. It was soon full. The seat belt sign went on. Bloody hell I can never fasten those damn things. We went to the end of the runway. What a fucking noise. Before long we were in the air. The seat belt sign went out. I got up for piss and a walk round. As I was standing having a piss, I had just knocked off all the drops when Mr. Woody wakes up again. Shit do you ever go down? Another flick of the wrist and my foreskin was back and forth a few times. He spat out again. Good, but not as good as the last one.
I got back to my seat as our steward came to take our drinks order. He was about 23 and drop dead gorgeous. I felt Mr. Woody start to move again. I sat down and ordered Orange Juice. When our drinks came we put them on my tray table thingie, then I put my headphones on and found a good rock channel. It didn't take long before I was asleep.
My Dad woke me up as that gorgeous steward served yet another breakfast. Better than the shit you get in economy. Headphones back on, another Orange Juice, and back to sleep.
I woke up with a bump, as we landed. Very smooth. I looked at my watch... 2.35pm. Dad saw me looking.
"Don't forget the time difference; it's only 8.35am here!"
Shit yeah, I forgot about that.
In no time at all we were through Customs and Passport Control, waiting for our bags to come off that turntable thing. We were one of the first there and our bags were almost last. Why does that always happen? We all trailed out of the airport. Wow looks at that! Yellow cabs. We all got in one.
"Where ya headin?"
"The Plaza, please."
"Yeah sure, no problem, lady."
We got onto a highway for a few minutes, went through a big tunnel, and found ourselves in downtown Manhatten. Soon after that, we pulled up outside our hotel.
"Shit look at the size of that!"
"David, what did I tell you? Language."
"Sorry Mum."
The cab guy laughed.
Mum paid him.
"Thanks lady, have a nice day!"
"How can we afford this place Mum? It must be one of the top hotels in New York"
"Never you mind!"
Dad winked.
Am I missing something here?
A very cute young guy in a white uniform piled our bags onto a golden coloured wagon and wheeled it into the lobby. Dad gave him a tip. Wow, it was folding money, too! We checked in. Cool, I see that we're on different floors.
Mum said, "Can't we all be on the same floor?"
The girl looked at me; I was behind Mum & Dad. I was shaking my head "No No" she smiled back.
"Sorry, ma'am. These are the rooms reserved for you. I'm afraid they can't be changed at this time."
I mouthed, "Thank you... Thank you!" to the girl, and she just smiled again.
Two different Bellboys separated our bags and showed us to the gleaming bank of elevators. Mum said, "See you later. Don't get into any trouble, I'll be down to check on you shortly!"
"Yes Mum" My Bellhop raised his eyebrows at me and smiled. I just shook my head. We got to my room, and I took my electronic key from my friendly and handsome assistant. Shit, how do these work? The Bellboy let me figure it out myself, smiling the whole time, and I eventually opened the door. Fuckinhell, look at that it was mega!! I mean, my room at home isn't exactly small, but this was massive. I motioned for the Bellhop to put my bag down on the bed.
Oh, no! The tip! All I had was British Pounds! I gave him (How much? 5?), saying, "Sorry, but I don't have US money yet. I hope you can change this!" He grinned at me with a gleam in his eye, and said, "no problem, I like collecting money from different countries. Thank you very much, sir!" After closing the door behind him, I spent some time and went round opening and closing doors. I got to a cupboard that wouldn't open. There was a small basket on top with a key in it. Wow, shit a mini bar that wasn't all that mini. There were also flowers and a big bowl of fruit. The fruit was cool, but I'm not that bothered about the flowers, though. I opened the bar up. Fuck look at all that booze, chips, peanuts, dried fruit snacks, chocolates and other stuff.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
"David, you in?"
I might have guessed.
"Yea, but I'm being kidnapped by terrorists, just a sec."
I closed the cabinet door, slipped the key in my back pocket, and opened the door. She came in looked round and went straight to the not so mini bar.
"Stop being cheeky! You have one of these, too!"
"Have what Mum?"
"A mini bar."
"Wow have I got one of those? That's brill isn't it?"
"No it's not, when I specifically asked for us not to have one. Everything is hugely expensive, young man! Where's the key?"
"Key? What key?"
"That's all right doesn't matter, leave it locked then."
"Yes mum."
"Your Dad and me are having a sleep now, were tired. I should have one too if I was you."
"A sleep? At 12.30? No way!"
"Well, what are you going to do then?"
"I'll have a look round the hotel."
"Don't get lost then."
"No Mum."
As soon as she had gone, I locked the door. Back to the mini bar. Now then, what can I have? That's it, vodka and coke. I got myself the drinks and sat on my bed. Picked up the remote for the TV. Started to flick through the channels. The "Simpson's" came on. Great, I love them. I slipped my shoes off and then my pants. I lay back down. Mr. Woody made his presence felt again. Well, it has been a few hours now. I decided to have a shower and take care of Mr. Woody again at the same time.
The bathroom was amazing...almost as big as my whole room at home. All marble, glass, and mirrors. There was even a shower stall separate from the tub, very posh! I stepped into the nice warm water and closed the clear glass door. Shit, I can see myself perfectly from that mirror over there! Hope there's not some old pervert with a camera behind there peeping at me all the while! Oh, maybe not a bad idea after all! Maybe give the old bastard a little show, hum?? Hehehe
I soaped my chest, then my belly. (Wish I had a six pack) Then my pubes, my cock, and my balls. I went back to Mr. Woody. With all the soapsuds my foreskin slid back and forth easily. Well, I did have to clean him, didn't I? I felt my balls stating to go higher and higher, then my cum shot out and mixed with the soapsuds and down the drain. I dried myself with a huge fluffy bath towel and went back to my bedroom. I was naked, so I turned the air conditioning up a bit so I wouldn't get cold. I got myself another vodka & coke. I lay down on the bed and looked down at Mr. Woody, he was fast asleep now, must be the jet lag! I fell asleep too.
Knock knock knock.
"David, are you in there?"
"Shit, not again!"
I threw my boxers on. Locked the mini bar, put the glass and the key away. I staggered to the door. Oh, oh, my head. Opened the door, she came in all smiles, "We are going down to dinner in half an hour, o/k? Be ready!"
"Dinner? Why, what time is it? What happened to lunch?"
"It's 7 o'clock."
Shit I must have been asleep for ages.
"I'm not sure I want something to eat now, I may have a room service meal later."
"O/k then, you don't look that good, must be the jet lag! Your body is telling you its 1:00 in the morning."
"Yes mum."
With that she kissed my forehead, gave me a big smile, said good night, and swept out.
"Night Mum."
As soon as she was out, I looked at the room service menu. She was sure as shit right about how expensive everything is here! "Poached chicken" in garlic butter, French fries & side salad, with apple pie to finish. That looks good. I phoned down the order. Time for another vodka & coke? Yes! The TV again it was full of chat shows and news bulletins. I found the sci-fi channel again. An old "Star Trek" was just coming on. It was a bit silly really something about "Trouble with Tribbles". Didn't have a clue what it was about.
I decided to unpack. I put all my stuff away and found the two stories from the net that I had printed off. One was called "Holding On For Dear Life" by some guy called "The Alienist". Strange name! The other was called "Chris & Nigel" by a guy with another strange name, "It's Only Me From Across The Sea". Where do these guys get their names from? But they could sure write a good story. I made sure I hid them well. Don't want the maid to find them.
Knock knocks knock. That's a different kind of knock. I opened the door, the waiter was about 6ft tall around 18 or 19 and very slim and tanned, Mr. Woody liked the look of him too. He started to make a tent in my boxers. Oh, shit!
"Just sign here, Sir,"
Sir? Him calling me Sir? I signed the check and added another $10 on for a tip. He looked at that and said with a lovely smile:
"Thank you, sir!"
The meal went down very well with another vodka & coke. My mini bar is running low on the Vodka, better call down to Room Service for another supply! I love being able to do stuff like this! The sci-fi channel was still on; "Lost in Space" was on now, that old b/w series. I fell asleep again.
I woke up to "Bang, bang, bang!!" from the room next door. Mr. Woody was well awake too. The more I came to, the more I heard shouting and screaming. What the hell is that? Mr. Woody was screaming for relief too. His head was sticking right out of my boxers, in fact. All the noise sure didn't make him shy!
It all went quiet; I was listening to what was happening. Still quiet for another moment, then suddenly all hell breaks loose; there is a crashing noise and more swearing. I thought I'd have to go see what that is.
Forgetting that I was still just in my boxers, I left my room (lucky it didn't shut and lock behind me, too!). I knocked on the door next to mine. There was a muffled sound from inside, "Just a sec..." The door started to open. What met my eyes was a gorgeous boy about my age and height, light brown hair with blond highlights. His eyes were dark brown, the sort of eyes you could easily get lost in. The brown made the white look whiter. I was a goner. I was brought out of my trance by a beautiful deep mellow "American" accent.
"Yea, what can I do for ya?"
I thought to myself, "You could do a lot for me!" Mr. Woody had the same thought at the same time. That was when I remembered I didn't have any trousers on. My hands shot down to cover my crotch, and I began to blush beet red!
"I heard a lot of shouting from the next room..." starting to point to my room. Then I remembered that my hands were covering Mr. Woody, and so I just gestured with my head over my shoulder.
"Oh, sorry about that. You know you have no clothes on, right?"
"Errr...yup...be right back..." and I darted back into my room, leaving the door open as I threw something on to cover my almost naked body. I was tripping all over myself, I was so anxious not to lose contact with this beautiful boy! Then, like a shot, I was back at his door again. "Better?" I puffed.
"Ummm, yes and no. Wanna come in and look at what I was doing, man?"
Did I need to be asked twice? NOT! I went in, there were clothes all over the floor. I looked at the mess.
"Oh, sorry about that, but at least I'm dressed!" Nice smile, but bloody cheeky!
Then out loud I said, "That's o/k, mine's not that much better! By the way, my name's David."
Putting out my hand. He grasped it eagerly.
"My name's Jordan. Hey, you're a Brit. Ain't ya? I just love your accent."
"Yep I am."
"Kewl! I was on my `Play Station' and I was winning. That's the noise you heard."
"Wow, that's well cool. Your own `Play Station', here in the hotel!"
"Yea I always bring it with me when I come with the rents, they don't really want me with them and I don't want to be with them anyhow. It saves a lot of hassle."
We walked over to the console, and there was a chair on either side of the T/V. He sat in one, I sat in the other.
"Here ya go."
He gave me a hand thing.
"Oh thanks."
He took off where he left it and was soon shouting again. I got up.
"I think I should just make sure I locked my door... that's if its o/k, right?"
"Yeah yeah whatever, you coming back? We could have a twosome."
That was a thought that Mr. Woody seemed to be enthusiastic about, for sure! "Yep, sure that would be cool, thanks."
I just nipped out and locked my door, made sure I had my card key, and was back. He connected my controller. Then we both started to play. He was laughing and shouting, it was so infectious it wasn't long before I was doing the same.
After about an hour of that I was fucked, I looked at my watch... 10.30. That's 3.30AM my time. I yawned and got up.
"I think I'll go now, I'm fucked."
"No way man! It's only 10.30."
"That's like 4.30am British time."
"Shit man, that's late. Will I see you tomorrow? You ever been to New York before?"
"No this is my first time."
"Kewl, I'll show you the sights in the morning then? If you want to, that is."
"Yeah!! That would be brill!"
"Brill? What the fuck's brill?"
"Short for brilliant."
"Oh, you Brits, that's kewl. See ya tomorrow then, Dave, k?"
"Yep it's a date."
He gave me a look when I said that. Didn't realize what I'd said till I was in bed attending to Mr. Woody, and thinking of Jordan. Thank God for forgetting my trousers before...and thank God for "Kleenex" as well!
I woke up at 7.25! 7 fucking 25! Didn't know that time existed. Well it is 1.25 PM for me. I went for a piss; I put the T/V on, not much on. Tuned the radio in, hundreds of channels, and found a good rock station. Elvis? What the fuck? It was an old rock station! Retuned, found another, that's better! I wonder if Jordan is up. No way will he be up yet.
7.55. The phone rang.
"David, are you up yet? Your Dad and me are going down to breakfast now, are you coming?"
(I will be in a bit) "Yep I'll be down as soon as I've had a shower."
"O/k then, don't be long."
"Yes Mum."
I got in the shower. Mr. Woody was trying to look at the ceiling. O/k o/k I take the hint. A bit of soapsuds... foreskin all the way back, he's soon unloading again. Especially with the thought of Jordan in my head! Fuck, that was another good one.
I put my boxers on and a nice white tee shirt with a pair of black baggy jeans and my "Nike" shoes. I looked in the mirror. Not bad if I say so myself. Then I spotted a zit starting on my nose, shit look at that.
As I walked into the breakfast room, Mum waved to show me where they were. The room was mega. I had cereal to start, then mushrooms, 2 rashers of bacon, 2 eggs, 2 sausages, and 2 hash browns. Mum and dad looked amazed.
"You'll not eat all that!"
"Watch me."
I was just finishing my second toast when Jordan came in. He looked very bedraggled, but he smiled and nodded his head as he passed our table. I smiled and nodded back. Of course!
"You have a friend there?"
"I know him, Mum. He's in the next room to me. He's called Jordan."
He got his cereal, then took it to an empty table. I called him over, to come sit with us, so he did.
"This is my Mum & Dad. This is Jordan."
"Where do you live?" my dad asked.
"D.C."
"Really? I go there all the time."
"Now Dad, don't start to talk about work."
Jordan smiled at me and continued. "Yup, my Dad's a Senator."
"Really? What's his name?"
"Flack."
Dad looked very impressed. "No! You don't mean Senator Peter Flack?"
"Yup, that's him. You know him?"
"Yes I know him very well. I go to the Pentagon all the time. He's on the `Armed Services Committee.'"
Listening to this conversation, I am lost for words.
"Dad, I didn't know you went to the Pentagon!"
"I also go to the main "Raytheon" factory. That's a huge multi-national corporation, very big on Hi-Tech, and huge into military contracts for such things as missile systems. In fact, that's why we're here, son. I've been head hunted by them to come and work over here."
My chin hit the table.
"You mean we would have to live over here?"
"If I take the job, yes."
"Take it! Take it!"
Jordan's now all smiles too.
"Wow, that's sooo kewl."
"So that's how we can afford to fly first class, & stay here?"
"Yes. They are picking up the bill for everything."
"Cool."
Mum has to put hers in it.
"Where are your parents, Jordan?"
"Shopping. They always go shopping when we come here."
"So you and David already know each other, then?"
Before Jordan had a chance to answer, I blurted out, "Yes Mum we do!"
"How?"
Jordan said, "I'm afraid I was making rather a lot of noise last night and Dave came to see what it was."
Mum gave Jordan a look. He didn't notice it, or ignored it.
"He's going to show me round New York today. Where we going, then?"
"Wait and see."
"Well, there are a few places I would like to see, like the Empire State Building', Times Square', and `Central Park'."
"Don't spoil it Dave, k? I'm just going to have a shower first though!"
"O/k, we'll meet outside our rooms then!"
"K, that's kewl."
He was gone. Mum saw the way I was looking at him, and smiled.
"He is nice, isn't he?"
"Mum!"
"Dad, can I have some money please?"
"Money? What do you want money for? What's wrong with your money?"
"I don't want to change all my money into Dollars, and I have to pay my way."
"I don't want to use all my money either. $25 enough?"
"$25? That's not going to go vary far is it??......... What about $50?"
"$50? Bloody hell!"
We both went to reception for him to cash one of his "American Express" travelers cheques.
"Thanks Dad!"
"Never mind `thanks Dad', just make sure you have a nice day."
"You sure are picking up the lingo Dad. Thanks."
I just got to our rooms when Jordan came out of his. What a site! He had a red T-shirt, white jeans, and blue trainers.
"Wow... red white and blue."
"Yeah, not bad is it?"
I got into the taxi first as Jordan was telling the cab guy where we were to go. I almost didn't notice Doormen doing everything for us anymore! I tried to listen but couldn't hear what he said. He got in next to me. Our knees touched. It was like, Mr. Woody just had an electric shock, he was immediately well up. Thank God for my Baggies.
I had to use all my willpower not to look at him. I looked out the window instead. Buildings just flashed past. All of a sudden we stopped, and didn't move for quite a while. Horns started honking all around us. My first official New York traffic jam.
Jordan said we would be better getting out here and walking the rest of the way.
"Where we going?"
"Wait and see!"
He paid the taxi off, and we walked for about ten minutes. It was very hot. Then we were on a huge pier! We got on a boat that said "Ellis Island" & "Statue of Liberty".
Cool, that's where we're going? The trip took about 20 minutes. We just had time for a coke.
Then I thought of something, and said, "I'll have to have a pee."
"A pee, what's a pee?"
"A piss then."
"Oh right... piss, you Brits. So will I."
Oh no!
We stood next to each other, not looking, more willpower. Ever tried to piss with half a hard on? Not easy!
As we were getting off the boat a girl about 14 or 15 looked at Jordan and gave him a big smile.
"Hi."
He gave her an even bigger smile.
"Hi, how are ya doin?"
My heart sank. He can't possibly be gay with a smile like that for her.
"You have an admirer there."
He just shrugged his shoulders.
We looked round the island, and it was very interesting, even for us teens. It's now a museum. From there we went to the Statue. It's massive. We were hungry by that time, so we had a sandwich and a coke. Up until now he had paid for everything, so I made sure I paid for that.
We walked up the 354 steps to the crown. The view is spectacular. The only problem was the two hours wait.
We spent most of the afternoon there. On the way back we spotted that girl again.
"Where you stayin?"
"The Plaza. Where you stayin?"
"The Milford Plaza. The Plaza? Cool. I've always wanted to see inside there."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
I'm thinking to my self, fuck-off out of it!
But Jordan didn't seem eager to issue an invitation, so off she goes back to her rents.
Thank God for small favours! We got the subway back near to the hotel. Not at all like the movies, it was just kids like us, families and men and woman going to and from work.
It was about 4.30 when we got back. We agreed to meet at 7pm for dinner.
As soon as I got into my room I flopped down on my bed. I was just flicking through the channels on the T/V again, when the phone goes.
"Hi Dave! Fancy a game on my `Play Station'?"
"Yea that would be cool thanks. I'll be right round."
I knocked on the door. He opened it the same way as last night, slowly.
"Hi Dave, come in. I see you've got your pants on this time!"
Another blush for me and another twitch and bow from Mr. Woody. But I didn't comment. Just smiled and nodded.
We had a blast till about 6pm. I looked at my watch, shit look at the time. It's 6pm. We'd better get ready.
"Fuck, is it? We'd better."
Back to my own room again. Haven't spent much time in it, have I? As I was getting into the shower, I needed to have a shit. With me being on holiday I was rather constipated, and it took me quite a while. I was just about to get into the shower, when there was a knock at the door. I put my dressing gown on, opened the door. It was Jordan, in a jacket and tie.
"Hi, come in. What's with the jacket and tie?"
"Just wanted to wear it!"
"Oh o/k. I'm just going to have a shower."
"K. I'll just catch a bit of T/V."
I got into the shower, after closing the bathroom door not QUITE all the way. Just to see what, if anything, would happen. Nice and hot, (No Mr. Woody, no time!) I got out and dried myself put my dressing gown on, went back out to Jordan.
As I got into the room I froze in my tracks as my heart went into my throat. He was reading one of my net stories, on my bed!
"W...W...What you doin?"
He looked up at me and raised his eyebrows a bit, but didn't look disgusted at all. "Oh hi. I didn't know you were gay!"
"I didn't intend you finding out."
"Oh, sorry about that. I was just looking for someone in the phone book. And found these."
"Well I suppose you'll tell me to fuck off now?"
"Well, you suppose wrong. I haven't read these. My personal favorite is "New Kid in School" by Comicality."
"You mean........You're gay?"
"Yup, very gay."
"Cool."
"It is, isn't it?"
"What about that girl on the boat?"
"Oh, you have to keep up appearances. You standin there all night with nothin on but a bathrobe, or are you getting dressed?"
"Well, we could go to your room and play on you "P/S". And have a room service meal?"
"Yeah, that sounds kewl. I'll go and get out of these things. Then come round when you're dressed, k?"
"Yea o/k."
I just threw on my sweats and a T-shirt. When I got round to his room his door was open for me to go straight in. He had his sweats on too. He was just setting up a flight sym game.
"Before we start, we had better tell the rents what we're doin, Dave."
"Yeah, we'd better."
I rang mine. He rang his. We looked at the room service menu. I had pork steak. He had a T-bone steak medium rare.
I sat on the left of the T/V, Jordan on the right. It didn't seem long before our meal came. It was that same hot waiter that brought it. Jordan went to the mini bar.
"What ya drinkin?"
"Vodka & Coke with ice."
"Kewl, that's my drink too. We're alike in a lot of ways Dave, aren't we?"
"Yes we are!"
The meal went down very well. The vodka and coke helped. He started the game first. He was crashing all the time. There is one where you have to land onto an aircraft carrier. He was almost on, when his revs dropped too low and he crashed onto the ship. Now it was my turn.
It was going quite well, and then I started to crash. I couldn't get the hang of it. After yet another crash we were both laughing. We locked eyes and just "Kissed". The kiss went on for some time. We stopped after about 10 minutes of tongue wrestling.
"Where did you learn to kiss like that, Dave?"
"Where did YOU learn to kiss like that? That was my first time."
"Me too."
We kissed again; Mr. Woody obviously liked it a lot. We moved over to the bed. He made sure I was underneath. He was half on, half off on my right side. We broke the kiss. He kissed my cheek. Then my chin, down to my neck. He stopped to pull my T-shirt off. Then back to my neck. He kissed his way down to my left nipple, sucking it like a baby. Then down to my belly button, I have an outie; he flicked it with his tongue. Then down to my sweats, he looked up as if to ask for permission to pull them down. I nodded my head yes. He undid the drawstring. He pulled them and my boxers down. As he got to my pubes he slowed down. Then the top of my dick came into view. Hard as it had ever been. He pulled them the entire way off; Mr. Woody popped straight up, hitting my belly.
"Kewl, you have skin!"
He started to pull it the rest of the way back, till all my glans was in view.
"I never seen one of these before."
I could hardly speak! I was leaking a lot of pre-come. I managed to say, "Hurry up I'm almost there."
He bent down while looking at me and flicks the tip with his tongue. Trying to push it into my piss slit. I squeezed my eyes closed I was so close. He took my glans into his mouth, I was in heaven. He bobbed up and down a few times. Then I exploded. The most I have ever cum. I didn't count how many times I came, but it was forever. He swallowed, he actually swallowed my cum. I was ultra sensitive now, so I pulled his head off, and pulled my foreskin back up over the tip. He was fascinated with it and played with it for a bit. Till I pushed his hand away.
He was smiling when he came back up to give me a kiss. I tasted my cum in his mouth. Then I must have nodded off to sleep.
I woke up to the most wonderful feeling. He was playing with my foreskin again. As I came to, I realized he was naked. His cock was sticking into my leg. I just had to have a look. I got up onto my knees and straddled his legs. His cock was almost identical to mine, but for one thing. He was cut. It was beautiful, about 6 inches.
"That's the first time I've seen a cut one."
"Is it? We're almost all cut here in the States."
I lay down next to him, and gave him a small kiss.
"I like you, Dave."
"I like you too."
I looked down at his cock.
"I like that, as well!"
He snickered at that.
"Wait, I have an idea."
I put my sweats and T-shirt on.
"Where you goin?"
"I won't be long, just nipping next door."
"Nipping?"
"Sorry, going. I won't be long."
I went straight to my bathroom. I do a lot of running and to keep my feet in good condition, and I use "Nivia" lotion a lot for that. So I always have a bottle with me. I grabbed it and also got a packet of condoms out of my wallet and put them in my pocket. I hope there's no `sell by' date, I've had them a long time now, just in case. As I came out of my room, that hot waiter was coming out of the room opposite. He looked down at the "Nivia", then back up at me.
"Anything I can do for you, sir?"
He said that with a smile on his face.
"No thanks it's all taken care of."
He smiled again, then walked away.
Back into Jordan's room. I took the condoms out of my pocket and put them under the pillow without him seeing. I stripped off again. Mr. Woody was back to full attention. My foreskin was 1/4 of the way back showing my piss slit.
"You glad to see me or what?"
"I'm always glad to see my favorite American."
With the help of "I.O.M.F.A.T.S" and his "Resources for Health and Sex", back a few months ago I got a candle from work. (I work in a shop) With a few alterations, it was like a long thin cock. I have worked it on myself for quite a while now. So my arse is really flexible and supple now.
I dived onto the bed. We kissed again.
"Miss me?"
"Sure did."
I told him about that hot waiter. He broke out into hoots of laughter. I straddled his legs again with his cock in front of me. I got the condoms out from under the pillow, took one out, ripped it open and rolled it down his cock. I put a load of lotion onto my hands and massaged it all over his cock. He jumped at first as it was cold. Till I warmed it up. I put a lot on my arse too. I massaged 2 fingers straight in. Then the same with three. Now I was ready for the big one.
Holding his cock upright I lowered myself down slowly. Even with all the practice with the candle it was still fucking tight. I looked at his face, his eyes were shut. I persevered... shit it hurt like hell. Then all of a sudden the head was in.
I stopped; his eyes were still squeezed shut. After about 4 minutes I lowered myself down slowly a little more. Till my arse was on top of his pubes. There I stopped another few minutes. I looked at him again. His eyes were open with a glazed look on them. He was also smiling. We were both breathing hard, like we had just run a race or something. I lifted up about an inch, then pushed down. I did that about ten times.
Then he blew. The feeling was incredible! I was used to the candle in me by now, but this was altogether different. It was warm and meaty, both hard and soft. It was like I could feel all the veins and his circumcision scar. Never thought it would be like this!
I stopped moving, but he stayed hard inside me. So after another few minutes I started again. Just an inch or so at first. Then a bit more, then a bit more till I was going all the way up and down. He then started banging up into me. Mr. Woody was now bouncing about; I got hold of him and started to wank. Jordan was banging into me like a piston now, hard and fast. He went over my prostate for the umpteenth time.
I shot a load out that hit his neck, then his chest, then his belly. The last one just dribbled out. As I did that my arse clamped down onto his cock, and he came again.
I slumped down on top of him. We kissed again.
"Fuck Dave that was good!"
"That doesn't go anywhere near to describing it. It was fantastic!" His cock came out with a plop.
Good job we used that bath towel.
"I think we'd better have a shower now J, don't you?"
"Yep, I think we better had."
But neither of us seemed to want to move. We fell asleep, with me on top of him. I think we were out of it for it for about 10 minutes. I'm not a heavyweight by any stretch of the imagination, but must not have been very comfy. He stirred, waking me up. I reluctantly rolled off him onto my back as our skin separated with great difficulty. He followed me as I moved, so he was half on and half off me on my left side. He nibbled my ear lobe.
"Stop it, that tickles."
"Do you know what, Dave?"
"What?"
"I think I love you!"
"Only think, after what we've just done? Well I know I love you."
"Kewl."
We both got up and staggered to the bathroom. I looked at his flaccid cock. To use a phrase from my 10 year old cousin Tom, `EEEERRRR, gross!' It looked a mess. He rolled the condom off and flushed it down the loo. As he was doing that I was fixing the shower. Not too hot, not too cold. He got in first; it was a big shower plenty of room for us. Neither of us being big.
He stood with his back to me. I got up close behind him, so we were touching. Mr. Woody was up yet again and nestling in his crack. I took the soap off him and started to wash his belly. Shit that's not fair; he has a beautiful six pack. I washed all round his cock and balls. Needless to say he was now hard again.
Mr. Woody was now poking at his back entrance. I put my finger against it now and with all the soapsuds it slid in. He jumped at first. I wiggled my finger around till I found his prostate, then played with it a few times, he jumped every time I went over it. Like a puppet on my strings. I then put two fingers in and did the same with them, after a few minutes I tried three in, that was a little more difficult for him, I could tell. ButI kept that up for about 10 minutes. Now I think it's ready. I took my fingers out and got out of the shower.
"Where you going, Dave?"
"You'll see."
I went and got another condom. I was back in no time. I rolled it on, cool, they were all different colors, and this one was "black" well cool. I put my fingers back in to see if he was still stretched the same. He was. I positioned myself at his entrance and pushed. Wouldn't go in. I pushed again, still wouldn't go in. I got out and got the "Nivea". Back in the shower. I put a lot on Mr. Woody and then up his arse. I tried again. J was trying to cooperate, but still no joy. Fuck. Or rather, `No fuck...'
"I'll have to forget this. I don't think it's going to work, you're not as flexible as me."
"No, keep trying Dave! I want this, k?"
"O/k, I don't want to hurt you, though."
"Just keep trying, k?"
I put more "Nivea" on him and me; then I tried again. I was just about to give up again.
"Push out like your going to have a shit, o/k?"
"Yep."
And as he did as he was told, Mr. Woody popped inside with a grunt from Jordan.
"How is it?"
"It hurts but keeps going... don't stop, k?"
I stopped for a bit anyhow. I knew he needed to get used to me being inside him. Then I pushed in a bit more. I was slowly entering him, a bit at a time till finally I was all the way in.
"How do you feel J?"
"Full..."
I left it in for a while, then pulled out a little, then back in. I did that for a bit then started to slowly speed up, till I was almost out, then back in. I didn't know how long I could last. I was now giving his arse some stick. I reached round and grabbed his cock, as I pushed in I pulled on it. We were going at it like mad now. This now being my third and his second time we lasted about 20 minutes. He came first. He came with such force, his arse clamped down on me, and I was all the way in and tried to push in even more. Then I blew about 3 or 4 times, and we almost fell over.
It's difficult to describe how it felt, he was warm, no hot, and so tight like when I am holding my cock and squeezing it real tight. I never thought I would ever have such a beautiful boyfriend. He was one of those people that when he went into a room, every one looked up, and he was mine. Tears started to roll down my cheeks, I was so happy.
I closed my eyes and tried to picture us in a few years time, would we still be together? He was my first, would he be my last? I told him what I was thinking, and he said I was his first too would I be HIS last? Only time would tell. I have known him only one day and I feel I have known him all my life. We click, just like two pieces of a jigsaw.
I didn't think anyone would ever be interested in me, I'm so plain. There was a time when I thought I might get it off with my best mate back home. But he turned out to be straight. I'm so glad he is now.
"Fuck Dave, that was awesome."
I rolled the condom off then flushed it down the loo. It swirled around and around two or three times before it went down. Then we both had a proper shower and got out. We dried ourselves and then went back to the bedroom.
We went to the bar to see what there was, we both had vodka and coke. Not so much vodka this time, and a "Mars Bar" each. We watched a bit of T/V and snuggled close together. Having a kiss every now and then. It was now 11.50PM, and I'm well tired.
"Am I staying here or going back to my room?"
"Here of course, if you want to that is."
"I want to, o/k?"
"K, That's kewl. I'm glad!"
We watched a film on the Pay per View. It was "The Patriot" with Mel Gibson. After that we got into bed and went to sleep.
To be continued...