This is a true story based on events that took place last year. If you do not appreciate male to male sex, then I suggest you stop reading now. Names and some details have been changed to protect the identity of those involved. This is my second story on Nifty. You can read my first one, also a true encounter, called The Dance Exchange. All comments are welcome at theglobalnole@gmail.com
Meeting the Russian
I was absolutely exhausted. I had been running around the convention center in this southern California town for a few days now. Running a large meeting of scientists wasn't easy. Committee meetings to attend, lectures to visit, all of that was keeping me light on my toes. I was also trying to be particularly attentive to the needs of my boss and those attending. I was wet behind the ears, having only started three weeks prior, trial by fire, as they say.
As a 25 year old young professional, I wanted to make my boss glad he brought me on staff and impress him. I worked the long hours and tried not to be obvious when checking out the young graduate students and post-docs walking around. It was challenging though. Although we worked twelve hour days, we were thankfully rewarded in the evenings with unfettered access to socials and receptions. Free food, and more importantly, free wine. This was the first job where I was out as being gay from the beginning. No preconceived notions or veiled references to some girlfriend somewhere: I was a big `ol mo. For better or worse. I don't wear my sexuality on my sleeve, but I was honest about who I was interested in.
Glancing through the program, I noticed an un-official social that was labeled as "LGBT." I decided to hell with it, and decided to drop by. I figure I'd hang out with the gay mafia that is my organization, have a few glasses of wine, and then grab dinner with some of my new colleagues. I was standing in line for a glass of red when he walked behind me and joined the queue.
At first I almost didn't notice him. Something about him caught my eye and I turned to see what it was. There was this cute guy, maybe late 20's I thought, rifling through his bag, looking for his wallet. He looked up just in time to see me glancing at him. Then he smiled, and I sort of fell for it right then. As I got a better look, I liked what I saw. He was a little shorter than my 5'10 at about 5'8 and he was smaller and fit. Almost compact. He had a nice smile with broad cheeks with black hair. He smiled at me and extended his hand to me,
"Hi, I'm Vlad" with an obvious accent. I looked at his smooth, milky-white skin and surmised that he was most likely Eastern European or Russian maybe, I was right.
I extended my hand and firmly shook his, "Hi, I'm Tyler, nice to meet you." It was one of those moments where you try to think of some lame pick up line like "so, come here often" or something like that, but I was suddenly blank. Thankfully, he wasn't.
We chatted lightly and moved up as the line got smaller. I noticed some people from my office and waved from across the room. I got to the bartender and took my red wine, Vlad asked if I would join him out back on the patio, I agreed.
At first we sat there staring at each other, just scoping the other out. He was well-dressed and liked tight fitting clothes. He wasn't an underwear model, just fit and, cute. We were enjoying the nice southern California breeze as came in off the bay and kept talking about everything. The social was nearing its end, and, not content to end the evening there, invited him for a drink out at one of the local bars, he agreed. Since I was still in a suit, I told him I needed to change and would meet him in the lobby of my hotel 15 minutes later.
I ran upstairs changed and freshened up in record time. I didn't want to keep him waiting lest he bore easily. We walked to a local bar with patio seating and enjoyed some drinks. I introduced him to vodka tonic while he told stories of his youth in Russia and his current life in London. I was really digging this kid. He wasn't particularly nice, just very matter of fact and had maybe too much confidence in himself. I don't know if that was the PhD behind his name or the Russian, but I got past it. As it grew later in the night, we needed to part ways. We exchanged phone numbers and decided to stay in touch and meet up again before the end of the conference. I doubted I would hear from him.
The five minute walk to my hotel wasn't enough before I had a new SMS on my phone. Vlad wrote:
"Hi Tyler! I had a great evening with you, and wish we can do it again soon. Maybe next time, we can spend more time together. ;)"
I was almost dumbfounded. How do I flirt back over text message? I thought about it for a second and launched a coy response. Thus began the downward spiral.
15 minutes later, he was in a cab on his way to my hotel.
I met him downstairs and watched him get out of the cab. He had his night bag with him and his confidence looked a little shaken, I could tell he was nervous. He made me sit down outside so he could puff on a cigarette before going upstairs. We didn't talk much in those five minutes, but a lot was said without actually saying anything.
A few minutes later he was walking into my hotel room on the eighth floor. I was lucky and had a bay front view with a small balcony that opened up. The weather, a cool 70ish degrees warranted opening up balcony doors to stir the electric air around. He walked out onto the balcony, and leaned on the railing
"Wow, what a view." he said.
Actually, it was I who had the view. As he was leaning on the railing his ass was staring back at me. A beautiful mound ready to be caressed. I responded to him: "yes, quite the view." He smiled and walked over and kissed me. He was rather aggressive with that darty tongue of his, too much. After many future escapades, I would certainly establish that kissing was among the least ratedvof his qualities.
As we began this intense make out session, our hands began to wander. This part always makes me nervous; I'm a chubby guy. In the past few years I had lost significant amounts of weight, but still carried an extra forty or so pounds on me. I'm still a cute guy, by the time I hit my mid-20's I had bulked-up a little more and as I mentioned earlier, was looking more svelte. I've always had nice, cute features with brown hair and green eyes and adorable dimples when I smile, which is often. My frame didn't quite dwarf him, but we weren't as complimentary as I had hoped. Turns out, he likes his guys a bit beefier, so I was doing alright. I stopped Vlad just for a minute to get my shoes off and turn on some music.
In that short 20 seconds, he wasted no time undressing himself and getting comfortable on my bed. It was go time. I crawled back onto the bed and we began a hot tryst that would last a couple of hours. His lack of great kissing ability didn't slow him from his task. Eventually things slowly heated and we began the inevitable grind of two guys in serious lust. I was going to show this cute Russian a good time or two.
My hard on was out of control in my Calvin Klein's. I could feel my cock pushing against the fabric begging to be released. As things got hotter in the room, I ran my hand down between his legs and discovered a nice bulge. I enjoy uncircumcisied men and couldn't wait to have this piece in my mouth. He had other ideas though.
Suddenly Vlad flips me over and climbs on top of my groin. We're both still wearing our underwear and he is thrusting his package into mine. He reached down and is kissing me while slowly working his way down my body. He stops at my nipples and nibbles gently. I'm beginning to get that writhing effect as he works his way down my chest and abdomen, stopping just short of my own package. He grips my cock through my shorts, smiles, and says:
"Well, let's see what we have in here. "
He takes the edges of his fingers and slides them into my underwear, pulling them down slowly. My raging hard on hit my stomach with a thwack. Already, a nice string of pre-cum is forming. My seven inches is standing at attention, just waiting for him. He takes my big, heavy balls in his hands and rolls them around before moving down and taking my cock deep into his mouth.
I take in a sharp breath of air. What he lacks in kissing skills, he makes up for with his cock-sucking. It's not long before he has me squirming on the bed sheets, pressing down on the back of his head. He looks so hot giving me a blow job that I don't want him to stop, but I want to get in between his own legs. After bringing me close, I tell him to edge off.
As he stands up, he slips his underwear down and I can see him in the faint hotel room. He's not built like a model but has great physique, sticking out is a thick, six-inch dick that is pleading for attention. I want him to feed me his dick. I tell him to sit on my chest as he pumps in and out of my mouth. The feeling of his cock on my tongue in sensational-he's hot with lust and it almost burns me. He is full of desire and I feel the head of this thick dick diving into my throat where I gladly take it. I massage his head with my throat and I can hear him moaning in pleasure. As I look up I see he is looking directly at me, into my eyes as his cock rides in and out of my mouth.
Providing a great blow job is one of my favorite parts of gay sex. The feel of his velvety skin pulsating in my mouth is very enjoyable to me. I am really enjoying this but want to tackle that fine ass of his. As I pull his dick out of my mouth, he asks me if I have any lube or condoms.
Just before I started this job, I was living in Europe. As I hadn't been expecting to hook up with a hot scientist, I didn't plan on bringing condoms. Thankfully though, I had some leftover French préservatif, but no lube. When I brought this to his attention, he looked heart-broken. But then, I remembered, the hotel lotion.
Using hotel lotion isn't the best lubricant, but will work in a pinch, especially when you want to hit that ass badly. I rolled Vlad onto his stomach and began loosening him up. I went slow at first working one, then two fingers into his tight hole. Everytime I pushed into his hole, he would lift his ass and push back and groan. It was hot and my cock was dripping with the prospect of exploring this kid's ass.
I was ready to enter but wanted a little pre-entry blow job. I presented my cock at his lips to get my dick ready to pummel his ass while I kept fingering his man pussy. He loved being filled at both ends. Once my cock was slippery with his spit, I rolled the condom on and put my dick head at his hole. He stopped me and flipped over. He wanted to watch me pump into him. As I lined my cock up and pushed in, I could feel him tense up, his fingers clawed at the sides of the bed and he grimaced. I slowed entry until I pushed past his tight spinchter muscles. Then, I saw his eyes nearly roll back into his head.
"Yessssss" he hissed through his teeth. "You feel so good inside me."
I was already super turned on, but this gave me the extra push I needed to dick this guy over especially good. I pumped into him like it was my job. I pulled my cock out almost completely, leaving just the tip, then pushing in balls deep. I could feel his body shudder as I rammed against his prostate. My cock felt so natural in his hole and was hot as a steel rod. Never before had I seen such lust in some one's eyes as I fucked him.
In and out I pumped with sweat dripping down my body and pooling quietly on his chest. I bent down and kissed him. My breathing was getting heavy and I could feel myself approaching the point of no return. Vlad jerked himself furiously. He was focused on his pleasure points and nothing could stop him.
"Are you almost ready, I want us to cum together."
"Yes" I answered in a breathy whispier
"I want you to pump inside me, I need to feel you explode inside"
Hearing those words set me off. In just a few seconds I was thrusting inside him like a steam engine, in-out, in-out, I was determined to make this one of the best fuckings he'd ever receive.
"Fuckkkkkk, I'm going to bust inside of you. Are you ready? Do you want this?"
"Yes! Please give me your cum" he whined.
With those words, I gave it all I got. He must have been in some pain since we didn't have real lube and just lotion but if he was, he didn't mention it.
"I'm cummmmmmmmming" I yelled. With that, stars exploded in my head as I shot the first volley of cum deep inside of him. I leaned forward and kissed him as I continued to shoot my load into him. The kissing was too much for him and at the same time, sprayed us both with his ample of amounts of man seed. Vlad's first shot hit him in the neck, and then my chest.
As I milked my load into his ass, we kissed. I was out of breath and covered in sweat. I was in absolute bliss, I had just experienced one of the best fucks of my life. I collapsed onto him and sighed. He wrapped his hands, his right hand covered in jizz, around me and held me for a minute. Slowly, my cock deflated and slipped out of his ass.
"I almost feel empty now." He said.
I looked down at the condom and was amazed at how full it was. I had been busy and hadn't had the time or opportunity to jerk off in a couple days, but this was load seemed huge. I crawled off the bed and winced. All of the fucking had left my legs weak and nearly sore. I stumbled into the bathroom and started the shower. Momentarily Vlad followed me in. As we washed sweat and cum off our bodies, he just smiled. It was post-coital bliss.
I toweled him off and got ready for bed. When this tryst began, it was just after midnight, it was now nearing two am.
"Fuck" I moaned. I had to wake up at 6:30 get ready in time for a meeting. Also, I don't sleep well at first with others in the bed. Vlad got in bed, leaned over, and kissed me, put my arm around him and said good night, like it was the most natural thing in the world. He was asleep almost instantly.
After laying in bed for however long, I drifted into a short slumber. The painful shriek of the wake-up call came to shake me from my sleep. Thankfully, coffee and juice was sent to my room to at least start the day with. Vlad got up and stretched, took coffee overlooking the bay, and smiled. I got out of the shower and saw him playing with his iphone. I was half-expecting him to leave when I was in the shower, but glad he hadn't. He was partially dressed and looking at the USA Today or something like t hat.
"Will you be available to meet again tonight?" he asked.
I had several commitments and knew that but was going to find a way to weasel out of them.
"Yes, let's plan to meet around nine, how does that sound?"
"Great."
As I finished putting on my suit, he got ready for his day as well.
"We look like shit" he said.
"You have a way of making a boy feel good, don't you?" I teased. He looked over and smiled. It was true though, four hours of sleep after a night of intense fucking does not make one cute.
My boss was also staying on the 8th floor of my hotel and I was extremely nervous of running into him with Vlad on the elevator, but surmised we were fine. Walking out of the room and towards the elevator we talked quietly about the details of our rendezvous. Half-way down the hallway I hear the unmistakable sound of a door flying open. It was my boss.
"Hey Tyler, good morning"
"Oh, hi!" I gulped.
The three of us entered the elevator. It was too quiet, so I made some comment about the weather or that days program. He agreed and we walked out. I looked back at Vlad and he waived, stopped for a cigarette and winked.
My boss was none the wiser and I was pretty sure I was going to get to explore that ass again in just a few hours.
*Thanks for reading. This is a true story. I hope to write follow-up chapters on what happened next (including my trip to visit him a few months later). Stay tuned. Questions/comments/whatever can be e-mail to theglobalnole@gmail.com