Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2013 23:14:14 +0000
From: B W <conniti@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blondie

The brothels of eastern Europe are a wonderful place to find beautiful
blonde guys. On my last trip to Prague I found myself in a room with two
stunning naked, blondes, both about 18 or so. I walked around them taking
in their beauty and form. Blonde number one, the taller of the two, on the
left was called Peter and when I asked blonde number two his name he
replied, "Blondie" and flashed a smiled that made me melt.

Blondie was about 5' 5", shorter than me, which I prefer. His blonde hair
was parted on the left, he had smooth, golden skin, brown eyes and a heavy
cock and balls. His nipples were still full in that young way. I ached for
him. Peter was a little taller, blonde with arctic blue eyes, with smooth
porcelein skin and had a smaller but nice cock. They both had perfect
assess.

I stripped down to being naked except for a heavy nickel cock ring and
walked around them touching and pressing. Then I asked them both to get
down on their knees against the bed. When I saw their perfect asses and
holes and balls hanging down I almost came, but with great difficulty I
managed to hold it. I fucked Peter first. He was tight and had a beautiful
back. Then midway through fucking Blondie I realised that I had fallen in
love with this boy.

I finally filled my condom, withdrew and then offered the contents to
Blondie who laughed and opened his mouth to accept my hot load. Then I
kissed him and he kissed me back passionately.

I walked out into the early evening and took in a meal and watched the
passing trade. Later in the evening with Blondie on my mind I went to a gay
bar, and took in the mix of boys, drag queens, muscle guys and so on. I was
talking to a drag queen called Lotte when I saw Blondie enter the bar. He
walked towards me, put his arm around my waist. I put my arm around him and
we were together.

As Blondie and me walked back to my hotel he chatted away about how as a
sub boy and he loved dominant older men. I was suspicious of course. I am
56, wealthy, fit and not bad looking, and although I had no doubt he
enjoyed the sex I felt sure he was after financial rewards.

Over the coming days we fucked and fucked and saw the sights and I bought
him presents, jewelry and clothes and we fucked and fucked again. We always
finished by exchanging our cum with passionate kissing. I was completely in
love. He seemed thrilled about the idea of him coming to live in Sydney
with me.

Four days into our affair I went into the shower to freshen up before going
out for an evening meal. He was lying naked on bed wearing only a string of
pearls I had bought him. When I got out of the shower the room he was
gone. There was a love heart he had cut out of a magazine on my pillow with
the word "goodbye" on it.

Of course I searched for him; at the brothel in gays bars but after two
days I realised he was gone. He had not taken money form my wallet. I had
spent a few thousand on him, but if he stayed he could have taken me for
much more. He obviously had his reasons – a free spirit? – another
lover to back to? Whatever the truth, he was gone.

I wandered around the brothels again looking for beautiful blondes, but I
did not find one as perfect as Blondie and I am still looking.

Email: conniti@hotmail.com