Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2018 10:56:49 -0500
From: Tim Hubbard <timmywriteshot@gmail.com>
Subject: Cultural Exchange - 2

"Cultural Exchange - Part 2"

I was invited to speak at a convention and trade show in Phoenix. It was a
chance to share some of my research and to see what else was going on out
there. It would be a whole week of workshops, meeting vendors, and taking
in some of that hot desert sun. My compensation for this trip was
roundtrip, first class air travel, a nice hotel suite, and $1,000 "play
money." Worked for me! So, I packed my bag with a couple suits, ties, dress
shirts, etc. Some casual clothes for evenings and clubbing, and my smallest
Speedo to make for the best tan possible. I dressed casually for the
flight, Khakis and a short-sleeved button-up shirt and sandals.  I got to
the airport on time and boarded my flight. I checked my big bag and carried
on a backpack with my electronics and emergency essentials, just in case my
bag got lost. I got the aisle seat in the front row of First Class. The
plane was getting full and the window seat next to me was still empty; I
thought I might have some extra room on the flight. Just as the attendant
was about to close the door, a guy came running onto the plane. He
apologized to the attendant and walked straight to my aisle. He had a small
carry-on and he was a bit short, so he had to reach up to the overhead
bin. His skimpy t-shirt raised up several inches and I got a peek at a very
furry abdomen. I looked up at him and saw a gorgeous, auburn-haired man
with a great reddish-tinged beard. He looked to be about my age and I could
see the outline of his big cock straining the fabric of the gym shorts he
was wearing commando. He got his bag stowed and stepped over me to flop
down in the window seat. What luck!

The cabin attendant came around and took our drink orders. We both ordered
two so we wouldn't have to bother her later. Then we waited for
takeoff. "The guy" was staring out the window so I presumed he wasn't going
to be a talker. I managed to spend some time looking him over while enjoyed
his view. His legs were solid muscle and very hairy. He also hair on his
forearms and he made no effort to hide is bulge. I enjoyed what I saw, but
had no thoughts of anything more. As we left the ground, "the guy" turned
to me and said, "Where are you headed?"

That's when I noticed his wonderfully sexy accent. I couldn't quite place
it. "I'm going to Phoenix to speak at a conference," I answered. "Pardon me
for asking, where are you from?"

"I live in Wales, most of the time, but I've been in the states for several
weeks and now I am also going to speak at a conference in Phoenix. My name
is Gethen, by the way, Gethen Davies."

"Nice to meet you, Gethen. I'm Tim, Tim Hubbard."

We began a long conversation about our work and the upcoming conference. I
hung on every beautiful word he spoke with the sexy voice of his. We also
talked about the cultural differences between Wales and the U.S. It was
fascinating to learn about his country. We both had finished one drink and
we had another on our tray tables. We hit some turbulence and Gethen's
glass of water tumbled into lap, sending ice and cold water all over his
crotch. I went quickly into the galley and asked for a towel, then I came
back and instinctively started to help Gethen clean up. I behaved as if I'd
known his for years, and pressed the towel into his crotch and blotted the
water as best I could. Then, I realized that I was pressing his cock and I
felt it start to grow. I dropped the towel and sat back down,
blushing. Gethen smiled and said, "No harm, mate, I sort of liked it. Help
me some more."

So, I reached over and pretended to dry him off with the towel while I was
actually rubbing is growing cock inside his tight shorts. Before long, the
end of this beast was visible down the leg of his shorts. It was rock hard
and had to be at least 10" long. He was a beast. I smiled and said, "You
must be very popular back home. That is an impressive hunk of meat you're
got."

"Thanks," he said, "I'm pretty proud of it and I love to share. How about
we join the mile high club?"

"I'm game," I answered.

Gethen got up, covering himself with the towel, and walked to the forward
lavatory around the other side of the bulkhead in front of us. I waited a
little bit and followed him. He left the door unlatched, so I stepped
inside. Gethen had already stripped off his clothes and was waiting for me,
stroking his monster cock. He was covered in thick body hair, almost
reddish in color. Large tufts of hair in his armpits, and a carpet down his
chest and stomach. He grabbed my shirt and practically tore the buttons off
getting it open, then he unbuckled my belt, opened my trousers, and slid
them to the ground. As always, I was going commando. He got down on his
knees and took my nice 8" boner into his mouth. He slurped and sucked and
then he swallowed me down his throat and buried his face in my pubes. He
was very good at this. He cupped my balls in his hand and massaged them and
I felt the cream rising to the top. He grabbed my ass and pulled me to him,
as my cock swelled and shot spurt after spurt of hot cum into his mouth. He
swallowed all of it and left my cock completely clean. We traded places and
put my hand on the base of his shaft and guided him into my eager mouth. It
was such a big cock, I didn't want to hurt either of us. Once I got him
started, all I had to do was relaxed and let Gethen take over. He grabbed
my head and pulled and pushed me onto his cock. He fucked my skull and I
cupped his balls and gently squeezed them to stimulate him more. I felt his
balls sack shrink upward and his stomach tensed as he shot streams of hot
man-juice into me. I gulped it down and kept shooting more cum. I took it
all, swallowed it, and then cleaned his cock off. We put ourselves together
and returned to our seats separately. I smiled at him as I sat down and he
smiled back. Then he turned toward the window and we waited for landing.

Upon arrival in Phoenix, we walked off the plane and found that we each had
a limo driver waiting for us, holding a sign. There were several of them in
the airport. I followed my driver, and Gethen followed his. We climbed into
the cars provided and made our way into the city. The week's work would
begin tomorrow, I doubted I would have the chance to see Gethen again. I
got to the hotel and my driver transferred my bags to the concierge. I went
to the front desk, and they handed me a packet of information and my room
key. They told me to have a drink in the bar while the staff prepared my
room. So I sat down in the lobby bar and ordered a gin and tonic.  When I
finished my drink, I took the elevator to the 12th floor and went into my
suite. It was very nice. Large living room with a sofa, chair, and desk. My
laptop was already on the desk, plugged in. My other electronics and papers
were neatly organized on the desk. The daily news paper was folded up on
the sofa and a fresh bucket of ice sat on the bar next to some glasses and
a choice of liquor. The bedroom was also over-sized and had a king-size
bed, another armchair and a dresser. My suits and dress shirts were hung in
the closet. I found my ties and other clothes placed neatly in dresser
drawers. A hotel robe and sandals were placed by the bed. I went to check
out the bathroom. It was large, and it accommodated both a tub and a large
shower, big enough for several people to shower together. A large mirror
was opposite the glass shower enclosure and there was a double vanity. This
was going to be a nice week indeed. I had a beautiful view from my bedroom
that looked out past the city and onto the desert. It was breathtaking. I
stripped off my clothes and put them in the laundry bag, and put the bag
out for pickup. Then I laid down on the bed and fell asleep.

The next thing I knew, the phone was ringing. I tried to wake up and I
answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey, Tim, this is Gethen," came the voice. "I don't have anything on my
schedule until tomorrow afternoon. How about we go for a swim and then get
some dinner?"

"Great idea," I answered. "What room are you in?"

Gethen said he was on the 12th floor and it turned out that we were just a
few doors apart. I told him to get ready for the pool and I would leave the
door unlocked. I got up and brushed my teeth and straightened up a
bit. Then I got my tiny Speedo and pulled it on. I loved this suit because
it had a great pouch in the front that nestled my balls and cock
perfectly. There was nothing left to the imagination. The back was
racer-style, with just enough fabric to be modest and not slip into my
crack. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled at my smooth, fit body
and was so glad I had done all my manscaping before leaving home.

I heard the door open and close. Gethen stood in the living room wearing
his hotel robe. He opened it and let it drop to the floor. His trunk was
sexier than mine. His cup was tight around his balls, and his cock fit into
a sleeve that hung down in front. He turned, and the back was a full thong,
flossing his ass beautifully.

"Damn, Gethen, you are hot as fuck!" I said.

"Not so bad yourself, mate. Let's go."

So, took the elevator to the pool deck. It wasn't very crowded because it
was the middle of the afternoon and hot as hell. There were a few women
sitting on some loungers in skimpy bikinis. I whispered to Gethen that we
should have a little fun. So, we walked around the pool, passing in front
of the ladies. We both smiled at them and continued around to the end of
the pool by the diving board and picked out loungers. We slowly slipped our
robes off and let them drape over the loungers. Then, I said rather loudly,
"Oh, damn! I forgot to pick up towels. I'll be right back."

So I walk past the women again, this time pausing to face them and say good
afternoon. I can see that all of them are staring at my crotch with
desire. I grabbed two towels and slowly walked back to Gethen. He decides
to get up and go to the diving board. As he walks, he adjust his package
and the women can't get enough of his enormous cock hanging out there. He
mounts the diving board and does a perfect dive into the water. Then, I
make my dive and join him. We swim around a bit and splash each other like
kids. Then, we get out of the water with our wet Speedos cling to every
crevice. Before we sit down, I pull Gethen's fabulous hairy body next to
mine and kiss him passionately on the mouth. The ladies are so pissed! They
make some tacky comments about how we are wasting ourselves, and they
gather their things and leave the area.

"That's how to clear a pool," I laughed.

We lay out in the sun for as long as we can take it and head back to our
rooms to get ready for dinner. We agree to meet back at my rook in half an
hour. That's gave me time to take a shower, freshen up, do a little cavity
flushing, and some final manscaping. Then I put on a pair of very nice
slacks that hang perfectly and show of my ass and my package. I top it with
a silk shirt that only has enough buttons to close it just below the center
of my chest. My pecs are tight in the fabric and there is a great view of
my hairless chest.

Gethen arrives right on time, and I take a few minutes to check him out. He
has on tight Levis 501 jeans that barely hide anything inside. I slap his
ass and he says, "When in America, dress like a cowboy."

He's also wearing a very tight and sexy western shirt with snaps up the
front. He has left the top three snaps open and his wonderful chest hair
pokes out to greet me. Finally, he's wearing cowboy boots. Oh well! We head
out to a nearby restaurant within walking distance, so we don't have to
worry about getting a car and driver. Dinner is great and we drink just a
little more than we probably should have. Heading back to the hotel, we are
laughing just a little too loudly and walking not quite steady. But, we
make it back and take the elevator to 12. We come to my doorway first and I
open the door and pull Gethen inside. I drag him into the bedroom and pop
the snaps on his fancy shirt and strip off his back and throw it on the
floor. Then I grab his jeans at the waist and pulled apart hard and the
buttons pop open with ease. As I pull them to the floor, his cock pops out
and slaps me in the face. Gethen pulls me into hims for a hard kiss, then
he takes my clothes off slowly, kissing down my smooth chest. He drops my
trousers and I step out of them, losing my balance and causing us both to
fall on the floor. We crawl to the bed and get in. Gethen lays on his back
in the middle of the bed and I admire his incredible hairy body. I nuzzle
my nose into his hairy armpits and suck them, searching for his musky
scent. Then I work my way to his hairy beast chest and find his nipples
buried in the hair and I chew them and pinch them and Gethen moans and
squirms. I kiss and lick my way down his chest onto his tight abs and then
to the base of his rod. I bury my face in his funky pubes and breath in the
smell of his manhood. I made my way around to his balls and took one into
my mouth and then both of them. I moved to his cock shaft and slid up to
the uncut head, where I sucked until his mushroom came out to play, Then I
cupped his balls in my hand and sucked his cock all the way into my
throat. I pumped him for a long time, but this was not my final goal
tonight. I rolled onto my back and let Gethen have a go at my cock. He did
a great job and then, he raised my hips up and dove his face into my
ass. He was breathing in my scent and licking all over my crack. The his
long tongue penetrated my rosebud and fucked my eager hole. Once he lube me
up enough, Gethen took his position and drove his monster 10" beast into my
inner sanctum. At first it hurt and I cried out, but it wasn't long before
we were in perfect sync. Gethen fucked me hard and fast, then slow and
gentle. He pulled all the way out and plunged all the way back in. His
pre-cum was a great lube and he kept fucking me for what seemed like an
hour. Finally, his abs started to tense up. He grabbed my cock and squeezed
the shaft har. It was as if he was going to milk me. In fact, that's what
happened. Gethen kept squeezing as he thrust deep into my guts. He exploded
his cum into my waiting cunt and I felt my own cum shoot out as he milked
me. I shot more cum than I ever have in one load. It his me in the face,
chest, and abs. Gethen's load of hot juice was huge and filled me to the
point it was oozing out onto the bed. Gethen collapsed on top of me and
sandwiched my cum between us. His cum ooze out of me onto the bed. We
rested for a minutes, then Gethen went down and licked his cum off my ass
and dug into my cunt to suck out as much as he could, then he blew back
into me. Then he sucked it out again, and blew back inside me. I was
screaming in ecstacy! He sucked it out again, then he came up and licked
the cum off my chest and abs. He leaned in and kissed me hard and shared
the mixture of our cum, draining it into my mouth. Finally, we collapsed on
the bed.

After a while we got up to take a shower and Gethen said, "Oh my. You can't
stay here tonight." The bed was a mess and covered in a gallon of cum. So,
we showered and I grabbed a few things and went to sleep with Gethen that
night. In the morning, I woke first. I took a quick shower and walked
around to kiss Gethen goodbye.

"I've got to go get ready for my presentation. I'll see you later in the
week maybe?" I said.

Gethen smiled groggily, "Maybe. I'm going to be as busy as you for the next
couple days."

He rolled over and went back to sleep. I walked down the hall to my room,
tooks a long shower, and got dressed for the conference,. Gethen was right,
it was now going to be a busy week and we might not get to meet again. It
was really nice getting to experience the Welsh Culture this way. I think
I'll remember Gethen as my Welsh Rarebit - A great cultural exchange.

[END PART 2]