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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR James
Five days go by and then on the morning of the sixth day, at breakfast, I ask Daniel if I can take him out on a date. He reluctantly accepts and I book us a 7:00 pm dinner at a restaurant in Bree Street. The concierge, who I now know, as Ismail, had suggested it earlier and said their Tapas were the best in the city.
Daniel must've warmed up to the idea because he's already dressed when he knocks at my door at four-thirty. Opening for him, still in my sweats from gym, he glances at me disapprovingly and steps inside my room.
"What do you think?" He turns around in the center of the room, like a fashion model, for me to admire his efforts.
Dressed in fitting black linen trousers and an elegant green shirt he looks mighty fine. The little bit of red in his dark brown spikey hair is highlighted, as a result of the green in his ensemble. I also notice a mischievous grin on his face when I sneak a peek at his package.
"I don't think you want to know. It's R-rated." I wink at him.
"Well, at least one of us looks the part. You look like a bum. Get dressed!" He fakes indignation and sits down in the arm chair.
"Are you going to watch me get ready? It may distract us from our dinner plans?" I tease.
"You wish." But he grins. "I'll wait for you downstairs then. But don't take too long. I may find someone else to take me out if you dawdle." He stands up and leaves the room.
"You'd be so lucky!" I yell after him and hear him chuckle from the passageway. He didn't even have the decency to close the door, so its left to me to do so.
I strip and jump in the shower and make it my mission to make sure every inch of my body is clean. A little too sure, it seems, because when I get to my cock, I end up jerking myself off until I cum on the wall tiles. If anything should happen tonight, I don't want it to be over before its barely starts. At least I've taken the edge off.
Rinsing myself off, as well as the wall, I step outside to dry and groom.
Ten minutes later, I do a once over scan in the mirror and head out the door.
Daniel's standing in the small garden in front of reception, staring at the sunset, and I join him.
He glances at me. "You took long enough." He jokes.
"Such a fussy boy." I tease back.
"I'm not your boy. I'm a grown man and I can prove it." He blatantly grabs hold of his package with his right hand and a warm sensation runs up my spine and into my neck. My cock stirs again. I think tonight will finally happen for us.
Here's hoping.
I cheekily smile at him. "No need to now. Maybe later."
"I may keep you to it." He turns back to the vista in front of us.
"I wouldn't expect otherwise." I inhale sharply.
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Dinner turns out to be just what the doctor ordered. Sharing a `tapas for two' experience, with dessert and a few glasses of wine thrown in, both Daniel and I are relaxed and into each other by the time we head back to the hotel, a few hours later.
I walk him to his room and lean in to kiss his sweet lips. He parts his mouth for me and I lick his tongue softly with my own before I grab him forcefully and own him.
He grabs hold of my back and I can feel his hard cock press against my own. Not bad, a promise of things to come.
I let go of him suddenly. I don't want to rip his clothes off, right here in the passage way, and it will be best if I let him invite me into his room, instead of it feeling as if I'm the one demanding sex.
He thankfully does.
"Feel like taking this into my room?" His breathing's heavy and shallow. I can also see by his quick breaths, dilated pupils and, of course, his obvious erection, that he's wanting this as much as I do.
"You have to ask?" I give him another short kiss.
He pushes me away and opens his door. I follow him inside until he stops and looks at me with blatant lust.
"Make yourself comfortable on my bed."
I don't need a second invitation and jump onto the bed, turning around to lay back, arms folded behind my head, on the pillows, while I watch him undress.
Totally naked now, Daniel comes towards me. His fully erect cut cock's standing proud in front of his happy trail. I've seen him almost naked in his swim-briefs but that seems like a lifetime ago.
His well-defined strong legs and arms move confidently and his abs shimmer in the dim light of the bedside lamps.
Dropping to his knees on the bed, in-between my slightly parted legs, he begins to gently massage my calves and thighs, patiently working his hands up them towards my crotch. There, my own cock is waiting for him, engorged and painfully trapped within my trousers, straining to be set free.
Although, my anticipation is overwhelming, he's deliberately taking his time, unzipping and opening up my trousers and pulling out my cock from my briefs, exposing it to the cool air and his warm, tender touch. I feel his fingers stroke my shaft, licking his lips in expectation of what's to come.
Eager to please me, he needs me to give him all I have, while asking for nothing in return.
When he takes me into his mouth, the warm welcoming sensation of his hot lips and tongue, sends my pulse into a tailspin.
"Mm. That's nice." I moan softly.
Gently, he sucks me off and I make no effort to reciprocate, content with letting him simply enjoy himself. This is a big step for him and I must let him take the lead ... this time.
I watch his head bob up and down, as he caresses me with his tongue, licking underneath my foreskin and then all the way down my cock, while holding me at my base and fondling my orbs with his hands.
He lets my cock slowly slide out of his mouth. Changing focus, he lifts himself up and crawls up towards my chest and opens my navy-blue, silk, shirt. Slowly undoing one button, after another, until he can let his hands wander freely over my smooth chest.
Focusing on my nipples, he kisses each one then starts flicking his tongue at them, ever so faintly.
He's going to fucking kill me.
Fortunately, he misses my cock and I watch, relaxed, he goes back down and takes it back into his mouth and slowly increases his sucking to build me up. I let him, but realize, it's time I start taking the initiative. Softly pulling him up by his hair towards me, I grip his chin when he gets closer to my face.
I lean forward and kiss him passionately, tasting myself on his breath, and whisper into his mouth. "I need your lube and a condom."
"Next to you in the drawer." He whispers back, while tugging at my cock with his fist.
I lean over and after scratching around a bit, I find it and bring it out. Sitting up, he takes it from me and opens the condom wrapper, squirts a little bit of lube into the tip (interesting!) and sheaths my cock, expertly, causing my foreskin to pull back as he does so.
Coating my cock with the lube, he takes some of it for himself and uses his hand to lubricate his back entrance.
Now I'm a little impatient. I think the feeling's mutual, because he lifts himself up, places his legs astride my hips, and with his thighs, while grabbing my cock and positioning it at his hole, he rests his ass on my tip.
First, he teases me by gently holding himself with just my tip feeling the essence of what's to come. But then, he starts lowering himself onto me, letting me penetrate him.
After my head pops in, it's smooth, but tight, sailing all the way in and he lets out a loud groan. "You're just the right size!"
Now, completely inside him, he starts lifting himself up and down with his muscular thighs and I thrust in opposition to him, careful not to let my cock slip out.
He does this for a while and then I take charge, grabbing his hips and fucking him purposefully. Slowly at first, with long, deep strokes and then increasing my thrusts. Relinquishing control to me, he takes hold of his own cock, with both hands, and starts jerking himself off, using an alternate hand to massage his orbs.
Daniel's warm, tight, willing ass sends pleasure through me and I savour every minute of being inside him. My hands remain firmly gripped on his hips and I increase my rhythm even more.
With sweat glistening on both of our bodies, I feel my orgasm approach. I try and hold off while he strokes himself faster and faster.
Increasing the length and depth of my thrusts, so much so that I'm sure he can feel my pubic bone grind into him, he lets out even louder grunts. It gets him there quicker and, suddenly, he lets out a loud groan. "I'm cumming!" And sprays my chest and abdomen with his wonderful, warm, seed.
As he cums, his ass grips my cock firmly and my own orgasm erupts. "Oh, fuck, Daniel!"
I fill the condom to the point where I can feel it run out at the base, still fucking him hard until the ecstasy turns to painful sensitivity.
He collapses forward onto me and we lie still, while I softly stroke his hair.
A few moments later, he takes hold of my semi-hard cock with the condom and pulls himself off me. He gets up and gets us a warm washcloth to wipe ourselves off and disposes of the condom.
I climb underneath the covers and he joins me, laying his head on my chest, with his one knee bent over my crotch.
Like that, we both fall asleep.