Salzburg b&b cajuncock
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I'd always traveled alone meeting new people along the way. Each summer for 15 years I'd take off for Europe soon after school ended. Most times I'd be gone for 2 or 3 weeks with no fixed itinerary in mind. I'd land in Paris or Amsterdam, pick up my one checked bag hoisting the carryon on my shoulder and head into town. The good thing about this kind of travel is that hotels always seem to have a room for a single traveler for a few nights. In smaller places the local tourist office was helpful in finding me a room for a few nights.
My trips were not the unplanned adventures that they seemed. I'd do some research on gay places I might want to visit. On one trip I took a train to Salzburg on a whim. The tourist office found me a room for 3 nights in a local B&B. I found my way there only to discover that the owner was a very handsome man in his 30s. The place had belonged to his parents who'd retired for the south of France. After I settled in I went to take a shower down the hall. I wrapped one of the large towels around my waist and headed down. On the way I passed the young owner. He stopped to ask me if I swam. He told me that the local pool had a naked swim night I might enjoy before supper. In fact he was going there as soon as a friend came to take over the B&B for the night. I agreed that it was a great idea.
About an hour later there was a knock at the door to my room. It was Karl, the young owner ready to head to the pool. It was my first naked swim and I was glad to have a local as a guide. It seems that men there were not shy about nudity. Many of them were sporting hardons already before diving in the pool. Karl himself was no slouch in the cock department. It appeared that his large hands were only a hint of something even bigger down below. I swam a few lengths of the pool before sitting on the side on a bench. I noticed Karl talking to some men. He came over to me with his now hard cock swinging as he walked. I think my mouth was hanging open at the sight. He sat down next to me asking "Is this your first naked swim? The men here are very curious about your cut cock. Did it hurt to have it done?" I laughed before explaining that in the US it was the custom at one time for it to be done to baby boys. So there was no pain that I recalled. As I explained this I did notice that Karl's foreskin retreated exposing his large, pink phallus tip. He caught me staring at it and laughed "Perhaps you are interested in our fully intact ones too. Maybe later in the B&B cellar we might explore it more?" I nodded my head with my eyes pleading for that.
After a couple of hours at the pool we left. Karl wanted to show me another treat- the local beer garden. It was larger than I'd expected. We feasted on beer and wurst as he asked about my own sexual experiences. I told him of wild visit to New York and New Orleans with their gay bars and discos. We left for the B&B. When we arrived Karl introduced me to his friend who was manning the desk. It seemed that all the guests had retired early. So there was little for him to do. Karl told him to lock up and join us in the cellar for some drinks. In the cellar Karl pulled out a dusty bottle telling me that it was one of the special local brews. He poured 3 shot glasses, and we toasted to our health and friendship. His friend, Gregor, was also a local. Karl explained that at the pool quite a few men had noticed my circumsized tool. Gregor laughed saying "We don't see many of those around here. I think that I've never seen one myself." I looked over at the smiling Karl who nodded to Gregor. I stood, unzipping my jeans, pulling them and my underwear down. I was only a few feet from the two of them. Karl reached out to stroke me as Gregor watched intensively to the scene before him.My cock continued to grow to its full ten inches in his hand.
Gregor knelt down in front of me to kiss my length tenderly almost reverently. In no time all of us were naked. Karl bent Gregor over the nearest wine keg pulling his ass open in an invitation. Karl moved his head to kiss my engorged tool. I moaned at the sweet kiss. Gregor begged for someone's cock. Karl reached over to the shelf to grab a tub of butter. He moved to prepare his friend for a good fuck. He covered my cock in melting butter pointing it to the inviting hole in front of me. I moved slowly not wanting to hurt the boy too much. He whimpered as my cock touched his puckered rosebud. I felt some resistance but Karl slapped my naked ass forcing me to bottom out inside the boy's ass. He moaned so Karl moved around to fill the boy's mouth with his cock saying "We don't want to wake the other guests do we?" I watched as Gregor took the entire cock to the base. The sight added to my excitement. Satisfied that Gregor would be quiet, Karl moved behind me buttering my hole, I moaned in anticipation that the cock I'd lusted after at the pool would soon be inside me. Karl gently eased in pushing any resistance aside as I moaned for more while I pumped poor Gregor's ass with my American cock. Karl reached around to pinch my nipples causing me to quicken the pace of the fuck into his buddy. I felt my orgasm near and called out for Karl to fill me with his cum. He plunged deep and I felt the throb of his cock unloading. This triggered my own cock to explode inside a moaning Gregor. We lay across the keg panting at the sensation of our little orgy in the cellar.
The next morning over breakfast I met the other guests- an older British couple and a pair of American male students. They talked of their discoveries in the area and asked about my travels. They seemed fascinated by my lack of plans until I explained that this was not my first trip to Europe. After the meal I decided to take a morning shower to wash the remains of the night's fun away. I'd just stepped into the large shower when I was joined by one of the Americans. He noticed my semi-hard cock and just stared. I broke the silence saying "It gets like that around cute young boys." He needed no further invitation, dropping to his knees to worship. I fed him a generous load for which he was very thankful offering me his ass in return. I'd just cum so suggested that we might want to get together later. I'd bet that he rushed back to his room to make the same offer, no demand, to his buddy. In the parlor the 2 boys were pouring over a local map. I suggested that they might want to see the local salt mine for which the town is famous.