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That Sunday I woke to the ringing of the church bells next door to my hostel. Why do they ring them so early? Sigh. Okay new day, new opportunities. Shower first than get dressed and have my breakfast. In front of the reception there was a buffet setup with a wide assortment After I made my selection I went to a table in the corner by the window to enjoy the nice morning sun and the view of the parade of churchgoers. Remarkably mostly senior citizens all dressed in black. Ah well, who am I to judge.
I had checked the ferry times the day before so I knew at what time I had to leave. I had enough time to make a quick tour to the main square. Who knows, maybe I run into a certain person I know. But no such luck, the bar was closed. What did I expect, it was only 9 AM.
So the next part of my trip began. Back to the hostel to get my stuff and bike and on my way again. Vlissingen isn't a bad city to revisit someday. The crossing of the Schelde by ferry was uneventful. There were a couple of families, older couples and some other bike riders onboard, but non to grace with a second look.
After debarking at Breskens it took me a minute or two to get my bearings of where to go to. Once I was clear of my route I went on my way to Brugge. My GPS led me past small villages and along a very long canal flanked with lush greenery. I encountered almost no other people except the occasional fisher or tour riders.
Once I'd arrived in Brugge and had found my hostel I went upstairs to my room to recharge my GPS and maybe take a shower before exploring the city. In the room I found out I had to share it because there were two bunk beds. Ah well, maybe nobody else was assigned to this room. First things first, piss.
I had seen during my check-in that there were toilets downstairs behind the reception and because I wanted to check out the place I decided to go there and look around a bit. It was a nice place with a large bar at the front, a couple of seats in front of it and some, all be it old and worn-down, comfortable looking couches. They offered a take-one-leave-one library service. And at the back a coffee-corner where they would serve breakfast in the morning. All in all a typical hostel setup.
When I reentered my room my jaw dropped to the floor. There stood a stud with capital S. Photo model handsome, broad shoulders, small waist and tall at least 6'7". He put my 6'4" to a shame. He greeted me with a big warm welcoming smile, showing me a perfect row of white teeth.
"Hey roomie, looks like we're sharing the room tonight. I hope you don't snore too loudly."
"Uhm, .. hey. Yeah, ... I mean no. I don't know if I snore loud I mean."
"No problem man. Hi, I'm Michael. Where are you from?"
"Nice to meet you Michael, my name is JC I'm Dutch. I'm from a small town near Breda. Just a few kilometers north from here. You?"
"I come from Cape town South Africa."
"What? Why in the name of all that's good did you come here, to Brugge?"
"I'm making an European tour, and my interest goes out to architecture and Brugge offers an amazing array of classical styles. And what's your story?"
"I'm making a bike ride holiday across Belgium."
"In a group?"
"Nope, all alone."
"Wow, how long will it take you?"
"I've planned for two weeks."
"I want to know more about that, but first I need to hit the John and maybe take a shower. I stink where I stand. Any idea where the bathrooms are?"
"I'll show you, I wanted to take a shower as well."
As I was looking for my bag with bath supplies I noticed Michael was undressing himself, completely. When I turned around Michael stood there butt naked in front of me. Holy cow. What a man. Toned and tanned all over. Muscles in all the right places, broad shoulders, an eight pack, strong legs and an amazing (although still flaccid) monstrous circumcised dick. Undoubtedly he had seen me staring at him, because with a devilish smirk on his lips he reached for his towel and wrapped it loosely around his hips.
"Ready to go JC?"
"Uhm yeah. It's just around the corner."
As we opened the door to the bathroom we both discovered that there was only one stall.
"You can go first Michael, I'll go back to the room and go after you."
"I don't mind sharing. It looks big enough for two."
" .... Uhm ..."
"Come on you don't have to be so shy. You know you want to."
After rethinking my situation, my options, what to do or say I joint Michael in the bathroom. Needless to say it took me nearly a full microsecond to do all that. With a bone melting kiss Michael wrapped his arms around me and reached behind me to lock the door. Michael was an once in a lifetime encounter kisser. Remembering that kiss still make my knees turn weak and my ass spasm open and shut of all that had happened that day. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Slowly but determent Michael moved his hands down my spine towards my ass. Softly he started to knead and pinch them, all the time never breaking off our kiss. I felt like putty in his hands, he could have done anything he wanted with me at that point. However Michael turned out to be the best lover I've ever had, and I dare to say I'll ever have in my life.
During our kiss his already big cock had grown more in size and thickness. I tried to wrap my hand around it to play with it but although my large hands I couldn't. There was no way on earth I'd be able to facilitate that monster in any which way. Little did I know then. Michael started pushing my back against the door. As the door handle pushed into my back Michael broke our kiss and turned around.
"Do you prefer a warm or cold shower?"
"I'm in need of a cold shower now, but I like it hot."
"As do I."
With that said Michael turned on the shower to a pleasing warm temperature. When the shower reached our preferred temperature Michael stepped under it and started to wash his hair. I reached for my shower gel. I squirted a royal amount into my hand and started to lather up his massive shoulders and back. I didn't go lower than his hips before I went back up again. I started to massage his shoulders and upper back muscles.
"Hmmm, that feels good. You've got magic hands. Do not stop."
"If you like I can give you a full massage in our room. I've packed my oils."
"That is certainly a date but not yet. I've got other plans for now."
"Oh? Like what?"
"What, and spoil the surprise?"
With that Michael turned around, wrapped his arms around me and started kissing again. I looked up into his damn beautiful hazel eyes and returned the kiss. Slowly Michael changed position with me and turned me around so now I was under the warm stream of water facing away from him. With a soft push to my head Michael made me bend ever so slightly forward. Suddenly I felt a warm stream of water (?) hit my rosebud followed by his cockhead, but the flow kept going. That's when it hit me, he's pissing on me. I wanted to turn away in disgust from it but somehow it felt good too so I didn't dare to move. That must have been a sign for Michael, for he applied a little pressure to his cock so his stream entered me. It was magic for me. Michael hadn't entered me yet, but I felt his heat in me. Slowly his stream slowed and after a couple jets it stopped completely.
"Clench your ass and keep it in for a while. I told you I had to piss. Now you`re cleaning out at the same time."
"I've never done water play before but somehow it feels good."
"Glad to hear that."
Softly Michael started to wash my back. When he reached my ass he massaged my cheeks together, rolling around his gift. He reached around to my front and started to make short vibrating motions.
"I think I can't keep it in me much longer if you keep doing that."
"Squat over the drain and let it go."
So I did. The smell wasn't very nice but somehow we didn't care about that.
"As long you're down there, mind to give me a BJ?"
From this position I had a good look at his dick. It was massive up close. Somehow I overcame my apprehension and reached for it. A small bead of precum was forming. Softly I licked it up. Honey and apple assaulted my pallet. Slowly I wrapped my mouth around his head, licking and sucking my way around it. With a gentle push to my head Michael coaxed me to go further down his shaft. It took all my willpower to go down him, halfway I started to lose my breath and started to gag. Michael started to pull back, but I wasn't ready to let go. I grabbed his ass and pulled him towards me again. This time I came to two thirds before I started to gag again.
"Hmm, that's more than anybody has taken before. Please stand up and let me wash you."
As I rose he knelt down, with a soft nudge he turned me around and started to wash my ass and legs of any residue. After he rinsed me of he opened my cheeks and started to lick my rosebud. Gently he started to push his tongue into me. It felt so good I was almost losing my balance.
He must have noticed my compliance for he started to rub my ass with his finger and applied some pressure to it to slip in. As I felt him enter his finger in me I was in heaven, very soon after I saw shooting stars his finger had found my prostate and started to massage it.
"Ooh, yeah. That's it. Oooooh. Aaaah."
That was the moment he withdrew his finger only to return with two fingers. He started to wiggle around a little, all the time he did not stop licking my asshole. Within seconds in my mind he inserted his third finger.
I couldn't take it any longer.
"P-Please stop."
"Something wrong?"
I could hear some panic in his voice.
"In the contrary you're doing everything right, I just need a breather."
As I wrapped him in my arms I started to kiss his ears, nibble them a little even.
"Let's get back to our room. I think I'm ready to take it further."
In no time at all we were dry and back in the room. As I dropped my bag I rummaged my luggage for my sauna-bag. A small pouch in which I keep my massage oils and condoms. When I stood up Michael stood in the middle of the room holding a tube of KY in one hand and a roll of condoms in his other.
"Great minds think alike I gather."
I dropped my bag beside the bed and reached for Michael to join me into it. With a small complaint from the bed we dropped on it. Within seconds we were entranced in a smoldering kiss. Michael was on top and his hands roamed all over my body. At long last he reached my asshole. Gently he entered one finger, as he encountered little resistance he quickly inserted his second finger. Carefully not to break our contact I spread my legs and lifted my knees a little to give him more access. I had to gasp for air as I felt his third finger enter me, but Michael was gentle enough not to hurt me.
"Do you think you're ready for me?"
"Oh yes, let's do it."
I shivered as I felt the cold squirt of KY that Michael applied to my asshole. Gently he smeared it around and into my hole. There was a small intermission as Michael opened a condom and rolled it down his saber.
I braced myself for an excruciating but short pain as he would enter me. But all his foreplay had me lose enough to allow his entry to go smoothly. His head pulsated just inside me as he held his position to let me accommodate him. I gave him a small squeeze to nudge him to go deeper, so he did. I felt him slide past my prostate and still he kept going. Before I knew it his pubes scratched my balls. There was no way he could have entered me completely, but according to my filled feeling, he had.
"Just lay still for a moment, I'm all in. Get used to it before we go further."
"Okay."
I relaxed as much as I could, but with his pulsating member deep in my bowels it wasn't easy.
"Ready?"
"Yes, let's do it."
Slowly Michael pulled back, I could feel every cm exiting my hole and still he wasn't out. When I felt his head was the only thing in me Michael started to push back in. A soft squishy sound escaped my bowels but we were both too enthralled in the situation to care. Michael started to pick up some more speed to his thrusts in and out of me. With soft grunts from both of us we communicated our pleasure of the moment. After a couple of minutes I tapped Michael on his shoulder to stop his onslaught of my bowels.
"What's wrong? Am I hurting you?"
"Nothing's wrong, it's amazing. I just want to offer you another angle."
"Huh?"
"Let me flip over."
"Oh, You sure? I'll enter deeper that way."
"Positive."
When Michael pulled out a soft plop sounded. We both giggled as little schoolboys. I turned around and got on my knees and hands. With a slow push Michael entered again. And again I saw shooting stars. What a sensation now his length was pushing down on my prostate. I felt Michael slide in and in and in it seemed he was pushing in a ten feet pole. I've never had someone push so deep into me. My knees were on the brink of collapsing. Then I felt his pubes again, the feeling was only describable as amazing. Gently Michael started to pound me. Before long I felt Michael tense up and he shot his load into me. It took him six or seven shots to empty himself into me. He started to pull back.
"No wait, leave it in me for a minute."
Carefully we twisted around so he laid behind me his throbbing dick still up my ass. After a couple of minutes we both were breathing normally.
"Let's shower again."
"No fooling around anymore. I'm hungry and too sore for a third round."
"Me too. Any plans for dinner?"
"Not yet. I wanted to look around town for a place."
"Let's go do that together. You still owe me a massage."
"Oh, down boy. I don't have the strength for that, yet."
Laughing we went to the shower.
To be continued ?!?!