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Once dressed again we went downstairs for a drink at the bar.
Halfway my first drink I excused myself to go to the toilet. Instead I went to the reception to inquire about the other two beds in room 19. Turned out that the American couple who had reserved them were detained at Brussels and would sleep there instead. I offered the receptionist 20 euro to keep the beds vacant. Needless to say she complied.
So after our drinks Michael and I went to explore Brugge. It was still early the church had just chimed seven times. The air was warm, the city wasn't that crowded but Sunday was and will always be a strange day. A lot of restaurants were already closed or had not even opened that day. We ended up at a Burger King.
"So Michael tell me more about you. How old are you? What do you do for a living? Other than the architecture what did you expect to see or do around Europe?"
"Wow, easy. First of all I'm 27. I live in Cape Town, I am studying to become an architect. In the meantime I work for this architect agency as an intern. Their main focus lies with modern design, however my heart goes towards a more classical design. I'm amazed about the way they've build hundred years ago. The design and craftsmanship theyve put in every single building. The way they laid the stones interlocking each other to create an even stronger support for the ones higher. So I was planning to go to the older' cities around Europe and compare them and learn about the construction to use in my designs."
"Commendable."
"How about you? What's your story? Where does JC stand for?"
"He he, I was wondering when that question would pop its head. Okay, I'm 27, I live in a small town to the North of Breda. I work in a factory that makes cardboard boxes, we don't make the cardboard ourselves, just the boxes in many different sizes and designs. I've had not have any vacation in a couple of years, and I love to ride a bike so I decided to combine them and take a bike ride vacation through Belgium. Then there is my name. When I was born my parents named me after my father Jack. As I was still young they decided to call me Jackie. As you can tell it sounded female and all the kids in my youth teased me with it. When I was six my parents divorced and I stayed with my mom. When I was fourteen my mom let me ride my bike to my father to stay over for a Sunday, however after I had made an appointment on his request. His new girlfriend couldn't except he had a child out of a previous marriage. It happened occasionally that the door stayed closed for me even though I had an appointment to come visit. Luckily my mom's parents lived halfway his and our house so I could go see them instead and call him to ask why he hadn't opened the door. After his third lame excuse I stopped going to him. And when I received a birthday card for my seventeenth birthday, so childish a six year old wouldn't even like it anymore, I dropped him completely. Now my full names are Jacob Cornel so the step towards JC was a no-brainer to me. I asked my mom about her thoughts and she started to cry after my explanation. What had taken me so long to do so, she asked me. And she was proud of me. Little did she know then that I also would out myself a few months later."
"Any problems with that?"
"No, no not at all to my surprise. She almost pushed me towards my first lover, well the guy who would pop my cherry."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"That would be a totally different story. Maybe later. Look at the time we're sitting here almost two hours chatting. Let's go to that bar we passed and have one drink there before going back to our hostel. I still owe you a massage, don't I? And I have a feeling we will not get disturbed by other guests in our room."
"How so?"
"I've asked the receptionist to keep our room vacant for tonight. It only cost me 20 euro but I think it's well worth it."
"You did what?" Michael started to laugh.
"What's wrong?"
"Me too." Michael said between two laughs. "I've also paid her 20 to do that."
`When?"
"Just after we had ordered our drinks."
"You went to get your phone."
"Uhuh."
"That little minx never said a word."
Laughing hard we left the BK. I felt awkward yet comfortably safe when Michael wrapped his arm around me. So strange. I never open up so fast to another person as I've done that day. How long did I know this guy? We only met four hours ago.
As we entered the bar we noticed it was practically deserted, besides us there were two other men there. We both ordered a Trappist, a triple for me and a double for Michael. As we enjoyed our beers Michael gave me this weird look.
"What?"
"Nothing. It just struck me that I'm different around you."
"Meaning?"
"I'm a closed person myself. I've always been on my own. I've no brothers or sisters, I never made friends easily. I prefer reading a book over socializing. But somehow with you... I don't know. I feel comfortable."
"Birds of a feather."
"Huh?"
"Same here, exactly the same here. I've always felt like an outsider. Now I know it had to do with me being gay, but a lifetime of hiding and struggling to discover who I am isn't simply changed."
"True. I've always been shy and ashamed of myself. I never dared to open up, afraid they'll hurt me."
"Then what was that striptease you gave this afternoon in our room?"
"Oh now I've changed my mind. I'm content with myself."
"Well looking like you do who'd blame you? If I had your body I'd be walking around naked 24/7."
"Willen jullie nog iets drinken?"
"Pardon?"
"She's asking if we want another drink."
"No, thank you. We're about to leave, aren't we?"
"Yes let's go."
Our walk back to the hostel went by in blissful silence. Once in our room Michael grabbed me and started kissing me like there was no tomorrow. I had to stop him otherwise I would die of suffocation.
"You still want that massage, don't you?"
"Hell yes."
"Then get undressed and lie down on the bed."
Even before I was finished saying that Michael ripped of his clothes and stood there in all his magnificent beauty. What a site for sour eyes he was. Buff, tanned all over and ready for action. As Michael lied down on the bed, I undressed too and grabbed my lavender scented oil. I straddled his butt due to the lack of space beside him on the bed. I squirted some oil into the palm of my hand and warmed the fluid between my hands before I applied it to his shoulders and upper back.
"Hmm, lavender. My favorite scent. Nice."
"Mine too. Now try to relax and let me give you a massage to remember."
Slowly I kneaded his shoulders, I felt the tension in them flow away. Gradually I worked my way down. His upper back was full of knots I had to work out, but they too melted away under my attention. As I reached his buns I scooted down his legs dragging my cock along his valley which resulted in a grunt of content from Michael. I worked my hands along his thigh gently. With every stroke my inside-leg-hand caressed his monster softly. Which gave me more hmmm's and aaah's. He was really enjoying my attentions. I noticed a small glistening bead of precum forming. With a quick flick of my finger I scooped it up and licked it of my finger. Again I was hit by his delicious flavor. That was the point I couldn't control myself anymore.
I let my hands rest on his cheeks and applied some pressure to open him up a little. Slowly I lowered my head down to his ass. Under the scent of my oil I could still detect a hint of his musky body odor. Gradually I gave his rosebud a first tentative lick. My second lick was reciprocated with a small lift of Michaels hips. That was more than enough for me to really dive into it. I started licking like there was nothing better to eat in the world then this. Michael was more than liking my attentions because he started to squirm and shiver a little. I let my tongue explore every millimeter of his ass.
I applied some pressure to enter his love cave, that action resulted in a louder groan from Michael. After a few minutes I started to go south towards his mushroom. I took him in my mouth and started to suck softly on his spongy head. That must have been the limit to Michael's patience. With a small push to my head he indicated for me to stop. As I looked up to see what was wrong he flipped over to his back.
"I want you to suck me."
"No problem. I love to."
With a loud slurp I inserted him back in my mouth. While his head was in my mouth I applied some pressure to my lips and moved my head lower.
"Oooooh, Hmmmm. Don't stop."
Centimeter by centimeter went down my throat. Again just one third down my gag reflex stopped me to go further but I refused to give in. It only took me two deep breaths to calm myself and let him slide in deeper.
"Aah, aah, oooh that feels good."
Between halfway and two thirds I felt Michael hit that tender spot in the back of my throat any good deep-throater knows about. If I wanted to go further I had to change my position or bent Michael's cock in a painful angle. Michael must have sensed my predicament.
"Turn around. I want to sixty-nine you."
Tentatively I lifted my head carefully not to let him pop out my mouth. With that movement I also turned myself around to give Michael access to my pulsating cock. This was the position I could really go down. Halfway my gag started again but I ignored it with all my might. Swallowing like crazy I managed to go on. Deeper and deeper I took this glorious manhood. It was like a lightning bolt hitting me when my nose made contact with his balls. I had achieved my goal, I had all his thirty centimeters down my throat (that is 11 inch for you readers who are not familiar with the metric system). I felt victorious, but I couldn't stop now. Slowly I lifted my head releasing him from my suction. As I reached the rim of his head I impaled myself again on him, head first. I encountered no resistance from my body this time. And up again. On my third plunge downwards Michael responded with a pelvic thrust upwards however slightly it threw me of balance. I placed my hands on either side of his hips and pushed him back down on the bed. This was my show, not his. Now I really started bobbing up and down the length of his shaft. According to the moans and grunts I heard and felt around my own cock, Michael was enjoying it intensely.
With a load sigh Michael released my cock from his mouth.
"S-Stop or I'll shoot."
But I didn't stop. I wanted him to shoot. I wanted his juices.
"Ooooh, ooooh, oooooooh yeah. Oooh yeah. Aaaah. I'm gone cum."
As my nose hit his balls he shot his seed down my throat straight to my stomach. Seven massive shots he unloaded into me and still his balls spasmed to produce even more. Slowly I released him. As his cock popped out of my mouth a slime trail covered him. I licked up every single sweet droplet.
Once I was finished Michael dragged my upper body to his and planted a massive kiss on me.
"That was A-Ma-Zing. Nobody ever has taken me in like you've just done. God that felt great. Thank you."
"You're more than welcome. I enjoyed it too."
"Pfft, I'm exhausted and I haven't done a thing."
"He he, lets rest."
"Come here you."
With that he grabbed me in a bear hug and kissed me again. We turned ourselves around so he laid behind me. I could feel his still pulsating erection, yes he was still semi-hard, pressed against my ass. With his arm around me we drifted into a soothing slumber. Halfway the night I woke with a full bladder. Carefully not to wake him I released myself from his clasp and found my way to the toilet. After I was done I went back to our room. As I entered softly Michael flipped the light switch on.
"I'm sorry I woke you up."
"Stop that. I was already awake. I wondered where you went."
"Full bladder."
"Come to think about it I could use a piss too. Be right back."
Oh my god. What have I done to disserve a man like that? He's perfection in a bottle. If only he lived closer by. Get yourself under control JC. This was a once in a lifetime encounter. He's not into you like you're into him. But what a night.
"Missed me?"
"You bet."
"Something struck me in the toilet."
"That is?"
"You haven't cum."
"Who cares? As long as you're happy I'm happy."
"I care."
"Shut up and come to bed big boy."
"No. You've made me cum twice today I think it's time I returned the favor."
"What did you have in mind? I'm a bottom I don't fuck."
"There are other ways."
With that said he crawled into bed and sucked my cock into his warm and wet mouth. I'm not a little boy myself down there, but by no means I could compare myself to him. But he had no problems at all taking me in all the way. In no time he had me hard as a rock. It felt so good. He had me tossing and twisting within seconds. His hands roamed all over my body. I moaned loudly when he twisted my nipples. With a confirming hum he applied more force to his pinches. Stars and comets exploded in my head. He drove me crazy. I couldn't hold it anymore. I pulled his head from my cock and as it landed on my abdomen I shot. It felt like I emptied gallons of cum. Gently he rubbed my cum over my body and licked his fingers.
"Hmm, salty."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome handsome."
He crawled back up next to me. After a long, long kiss he turned the light off and we fell in a deep restful sleep. My alarm woke us at 9 AM.
"Good morning handsome."
"Good morning big boy."
"Sleep well?"
"Aha, you?"
"Like a rose. What are your plans for today?"
"First a shower. I stink of sex and dried-up cum. Than breakfast and on my bike to my next stop."
"You smell heavenly."
"Oh shut up you liar. Joining me in the shower?"
"You need to ask?"
To be continued ?!?!