Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2023 22:44:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Nick Hermse Subject: Belgium bikeride chapter 10 (gay - encounter) This story is a work of fiction, it features man on man adult sex, if you're under the legal age or if it's illegal in the area where your living STOP reading any further. Although some places are based on real locations, the people and situations are pure fictional. Any resemblance to existing people are sheer coincidental. If however you do know a person portrait or know of a situation described in my story please do not hesitate to contact me the author, I do like to hear about those adventures myself. Although Nifty is free, they can use any support to continue the service we enjoy so much. So by all means donate if possible. Once I was clean I pre-packed my stuff and went to have breakfast. I was joined by Charles and Jeff. We talked about general subjects. None of us implied anything about what had happened. I learned that everything they had told me about their relationship was true. Charles worked as an administrative IT specialist in Amsterdam and Jeff was manager in a well known hotel. He had stayed there after graduation. He could do better, much, much better but he loved his job so he stayed with a good fallback plan in his pocket. After breakfast we said our goodbyes accompanied with big hugs, smoldering kisses and I even received a soft grope to my ass from Jeff. We obtained some looks from other guests and staff, but who cares. I retrieved my bags, loaded my bike and started to paddle again towards my next destination. Again my GPS send me this way and that, I really do need to have a look at my settings. The road it took me along was nice. Fields with lush green grass, yellowing corn and golden wheat exchanged my view along the way. I encountered my first, yet gentle, climbs in altitude. When I approached Brussels my route went along so called N-roads. N-Roads are considered pre-interstate roads. Massive traffic with a speed limit of, if I'm not mistaken, 90 kmh. Cars and trucks whizzed next to me. I had a moment or two I considered walking or stop completely. However I did push on. Ultimately I arrived at this hyper modern hotel. If I could I would have looked for an alternative. I didn't have a choice but to walk in. I was greeted by this handsome receptionist with a friendly smile and a `bonjour monsieur'. Oh yeah, Brussels, French, shit. `Ehm, bonjour monsieur, .. je ma pale JC Shermen ... je vé une réservation pour se soir." "Close enough. Good day sir. You have a reservation with us, may I have your id please." "Ehm, yes off course. Here." "Thank you, if you can fill out this form I'll make a copy." As he went to the back office I filled out their form. Name, surname address, you know the shit. When I was finished we exchanged our papers. He scanned the form, I pocketed my id. As he read my info I checked him out a little better. He was tall, close to my 6'4", black curly hair, a noticeable large nose and a copper sheen to his skin. His uniform hid most of his physiques but you could tell he worked out. His nametag told me his name was Marcel. "Oh, I'm afraid you've made a mistake here. You've noted your initials as name." "No, no mistake there. That is my name." "Cute, just like you I might say." "Thanks." "Here's your key sir. Room 411. It's on the fourth floor at the end of the corridor to your right." "Thank you." "Have a nice stay sir." On my way to the elevator I remembered I had forgotten my GPS on my bike. I went back to the reception. "Yes sir?" "Can I leave my bags here for a second? I've left something on my bike." "No problem sir." I walked across to my bike and retrieved my device. As a precaution I decided to place an extra chain on it tying it to a fence and went back to the hotel. "Thank you." "You're welcome sir. Can I say you've got a nice bike, is it yours or a rental?" "Mine." "Oh I see, you've taken it with you on the train here." "Nope, I rode it here." "Rode it? From the Netherlands?" "Yes. Is it that strange? True, you're my ... sixth stop now across Belgium. But riding a bike long-distance isn't that weird now is it?" "No, no not at all sir." "JC." "What?" "You can call me JC when there is no one around." "Thank you si... JC." "You're welcome, ... Marcel." "May I inquire to your plans for tonight?" "Nothing much. Shower first, something to eat and sleep I think." "Do you need any suggestions for dinner JC?" "Why not." "What did you have in mind." "I could really go for a juicy beefy flame grilled burger." "With cheese and bacon with some fries?" "Njum, yes." "Just a couple of streets to the left they serve a good hamburger." "Ughh, it's a pity you don't have room service. I don't know if I'm up to a walk down there and back again." "Had a rough day?" "More like a rough night, hmm. Anyway, thank you for your advice Marcel but I think I'll stay in-house today." "Have a nice stay with us JC." "And you a nice shift Marcel." I picked-up my bags and took the elevator to the fourth floor. My room turned out to be the very last one at the end. I opened the door to reveal a nicely decorated room. Not much there besides a bed, a wardrobe, television on the wall and a dresser with a chair. I turned on the TV flipped some channels to end at some music channel. I crashed down on the bed and reminisced about my encounters so far. Logically I skipped over De Panne but all others were truly memorable. I must have drifted off because I woke to this ghastly sound of hardcore from the TV. I flipped to a more enjoyable channel. Shower, I undressed and turned on the water. I was barely wet when I heard a knock on my door with a faint `room service' announcement. Strange I hadn't ordered anything, besides they didn't offer room service. I rushed to open the door and found Marcel standing there holding a delivery bag. "Your hamburger with fries JC." "How in the .. What?" "You've said you wanted this and they occasionally deliver here." "Wow, ... thanks ... what do I owe you?" "I think we can come to a mutual arrangement." As he said that he looked me up and down. That's when it hit me. In my rush to open the door I had forgotten to wrap a towel around me. There I stood butt-naked with a handsome guy in front of me. Though ashamed of myself my dick started to contradict me and swelled. As Marcel handed me the bag he bent forward and planted a smoldering kiss on my lips. "Enjoy your dinner, I'm finished at ten. I'll come by then to collect my payment. If you don't mind?" With a big wink and a bone melting smile he turned and walked away. I closed the door and checked my dinner. All was there, the hamburger, the fries, some ketchup, he had even slipped in a coke. I placed the bag on the dresser and finished my shower. I really did enjoy the burger afterwards. It fulfilled all my requirements. It was juicy, beefy and had a delicious smoky aftertaste. A look at the time told me I still had close to two hours before my visitor would arrive. Plenty of time to check my GPS. No to ferries, no to dirt roads, no to scenic routes. That ought to do it, for now. Only way to be sure was in practice. Still an hour and forty minutes to go I flipped the channels again and stopped at some news program that would be followed by a comic movie with Dwayne Johnson. The tap on my door with the now familiar `room service' announcement indicated that Marcel was back. Anxiously I stood and opened my door to reveal my `date' for tonight. My god, Adonis himself had descended from mount Olympus. Marcel had changed out of his uniform into a skin hugging tight shorts and tank top. It left nothing, absolutely nothing to imagination. I could count his six pack through his shirt. And due to the absence of any wrinkles in his shorts I knew he went commando, like the clearly outlined trouser snake crawling down his left leg wasn't evidence enough. "Can I come in?" "Yes, yes off course. Come in." As he entered he placed the palm of his hand on my chest and pushed me gently backwards. When my legs hit the side of the bed I sat. Marcel turned around, damn what an ass. He hung the DND sign on the handle, closed and locked the door. He turned around again and approached me. I was mesmerized close to catatonic from his sheer beauty. To me it took him five hours to cross the distance of fifty centimeters that separated us. A waft of his masculine musk struck my nostrils. He bent forward, placed his hands left and right of my hip and planted a hot kiss on my stern. "So, ... kiss ... how ... kiss ... do ... kiss ... you ... kiss ... in- ... kiss .... tend .... kiss ... to ... kiss ... pay ... kiss ... me ... kiss ... back?" His full lips had kissed every part of my face and neck, with avoiding my mouth. It felt like my head would melt from those hot touches. In an instant I got hold of his head and planted my lips on his. We allowed each other access for our tongues and I dragged him down on top of me. He drove me wild. His sent, his taste, his gentle strokes on my body as he opened my bathrobe. We tongue wrestled for minutes, before he broke our contact with a massive intake of air. "Phew, that was nice." "Hmmm, yeah." "Let me take a quick shower before we continue." "No don't." "I've worked all day, I stink." "Not to me. Not at all." "Hmm, nasty. I like that." "In answer to your question, anything. Anything you like." "Oh, careful. I can think of many things to do." "We've got all night, haven't we?" "Yes we have, as long as I'm gone before the next shift starts at six." "Or the night shift catches us." "No problems there. I've told my close mate who's working now." "Won't he tell?" "No way. I know some shit about him he doesn't want his wife to know about." "And you called me nasty?" "Touché." "Now, ... where do we go from here?" "Let's start with giving me a kiss again and see where we end up?" "Come here you." I planted my mouth to his and we started to kiss again. His hands roamed up and down my body. He slipped my robe open and pushed it of my shoulders. I peeled his tank top over his head breaking our contact for a second only to continue with even more passion. His back muscles rippled under my strokes along his spine. He gyrated his groin against mine. I felt his already massive manhood grow even more through the thin slither of fabric that still separated us. We had to break off our kiss due to our need of oxygen. I nudged him into the pillows and moved to his feet. I untied his size thirteen sneakers and removed them from his feet, even they were flawless in my eyes. I licked the souls of them, the ever so faint sent and taste of moldy cheese combined with his intoxicating musk overwhelmed me. I licked between each and every toe and nurtured them. I let my tongue wonder around every square centimeter they offered me. "Oooh, that feels good." That moan had more reward to me than any lottery win could offer. Slowly I licked and kissed up his small curled jet black haired legs. As I approached the seam of his shorts he lifted himself to help me roll it down his legs more effortlessly. When his dick received its freedom it plopped on his stomach with a load snap. Now completely naked before me I could truly admire this stunningly gorgeous Adonis. His build, the shape of his dick, the dark copper glow on his skin and the lighter tone of skin on his souls and palms told me he must be of a mixed heritage. But who cares? This beefcake was mine to worship, to love, to devour, to take care of tonight. As I threw his shorts in the corner I returned my attention back to his feet. I've never been with a man who's feet were more attractive to shrimp than those now in front of me, so I complied with gusto. Again Marcel moaned and the soft tap-tap of his bouncing cock told me he was also enjoying my attention as much as I did. With regret in my guts I left his feet for what they were and headed towards the main attraction pleading for its turn. The sent that hung around his scrotum was stronger, therefore more exhilarating to me. I scooped his tangerine sized ball and nearly devoured it in my mouth. I licked, sucked, munched almost bit off his glorious babymakers. Now it was time for that throbbing branch up ahead. It had grown considerably, in length as well as in girth. It wasn't just big it was H U G E ! If I must give you a number to its size I would say over, well over thirty centimeters. Going for gold just wouldn't cut it. I had to go for platinum. I relinquished any reservation or anxiety hiding in me and attacked my target. I started to lick the base and slowly made my way up. The drizzle of precum I encountered on my exploration was just like his sent, invigorating. It was bitter, sweet, salty, spicy and nice all wrapped into one. Again a first for me, I just could not place a comparison to that taste. I wrapped my lips around his mushroom. "Hmmm, god, yes. Ooooh." I swallowed more and more of his rod. Only one third down I had to stop. He was too big for me at this moment. With regret to my core I had to come back to his head. I sucked it, licked his rim and relished every drop of precum he surrendered to me. The cocksucker within me revolted to my trepidation, I just had to go down Marcel. No, not had to, I needed to go down him. Don't get me wrong it had nothing to do with me repaying for the hamburger. To my opinion I already had done that, with dividend. No, for myself. I've sucked many men before. I've been sucking men now for ... mumble-teen years. ... ... Okay, stop badgering me, fifteen years, there I've said it. Yes I started sucking at age twelve, now you know. No, I didn't start with adult ones from the get go, I worked towards them for six years. My first truly adult cock I sucked was in the sauna at age eighteen, he was twenty three by the way. Now back to this mount Everest in that hotel room. I repositioned myself next to Marcel, unhinged my jaw a little and let him slide deeper. I kept my calm, swallowed more man meat, relaxed at my gag point, took a deep breath through my nose and went further. More than half of his mammoth slid down in me. I felt tears form in my eyes, my nose started to run I had to stop and inhale much needed oxygen. But I had gone further than before, I could do it I just knew I could. I just had to push myself harder. Again I unhinged, inhaled deep and went down again. Gag, relax, push on. ... Stars behind my eyes, breath, push on. ... Tears, swallow them down, push on. ... Runny nose, sniff, relax, push on. ... Tap. What? Did I just bump my nose? No way! Indeed, I had just reached the end of that enormous and delicious cock. Adrenaline and endorphin exploded in my system. I had prevailed. I could feel every centimeter down my esophagus pulsating. I could almost feel him tap my bellybutton from the inside. Carefully I let him slide out again. "Ooooh, my god. That feels good. Yes. Aah. Ah, ah, hmmm." When only his spongy mushroom was in my mouth, Marcel started to squirm. I munched his shroom for a little time before going down again. Halfway I returned up. Marcel pulsated in my throat. "S-, s-stop. I'll cum. Stop, please." As he stammered his reaction he pulled my head up, dragged it to his face and planted a sounding kiss on my mouth. "No one, ever. No one has ever done that. It was amazing the way you took me. Oooh god. Aah." "You liked it then? You want more?" "Yes, no. I mean, ooh god. I loved it, you don't have to do that a second time though." "And if I wanted to?" "I won't stop you, but not now. God, I don't want to finish yet." With that he grabbed my head and planted kisses all over my face again, finishing with a minutes long tongue wrestle. Affectionately he pushed me on my back and started to kiss my neck, at a snail's pace he went lower. When he reached my nipples he divided his attention between them. He kissed them, licked them and bit them alternatively. As his mouth attended one nipple a hand was on the other copying the actions. A kiss equaled a caress, a lick a flick of his finger and a bite a pinch. He knew his way around a man's body, he had no use for a map or signs of where to go. He searched, found and played all my hot-spots. You know them better as the ever so elusive G-spots. He had me on the edge of Hell for minutes, all because he neglected to pay any attention to my most obvious, painfully throbbing and liters leaking G-spot. He kept on teasing what seemed to me like an eternity. When he finally wrapped his smoldering hot, wet mouth around my cock, I shot. I shot clear through clouds one to ten and landed smack down in the middle of Heaven. Like the observant reader clearly must know by now I had been more often a giver than a recipient of attention. He had me on the edge of cumming within seconds. He knew what he was doing. Just inches away from the point of no return he stopped his blowjob. "How am I doing so far?" "God, my god. Ooh, eleven out of ten points. That felt real good." "Are you ready to take it up a nudge?" "You mean fuck?" "Yes." "I would love to try, but I'm afraid I need more help preparing to receive your gorgeous but enormous gift." "Shall I call Mo?" "Who?" "Mohammed, my co-worker downstairs. He loves to eat pussy and is an amazingly good rimmer." "Hmm, no. Well, ... no! I was more thinking along the line of lube." "Are you certain? I know he wouldn't mind. He's an Tunisian bodybuilder with a good sized cock, smaller than me but still mighty impressive." "Urrgh, yea..., no! No, let's keep this between the two of us." "It's your call JC. Hang on." Marcel stood from the bed. And started to unlock the door. "What are you doing? Don't go." "Shhh. Just a sec." Marcel opened the door, looked to his left to see if the corridor was empty and reached down to his right. When he re-entered and locked the door he held this tiny perfumery bag in his hand. "I was hoping I had to use this." "What is it?" "A good boys scout is always prepared. Pun intended." He opened the bag a little to reveal its content. In it was, what looked like, a family sized tube of KY and a couple of XXXL condoms. "Didn't you call me nasty?" "He he, true, but it takes one to know one." "You are right with that." "Now shut up, relax and enjoy what's coming next." He climbed back on the bed and started kissing me again, all over, only now he didn't linger long on any spot until he reached my groin. He lifted my legs and pushed them against my chest opening my hole for easier access. He started to rim me with passionate gusto. Remember the lessons I've given to Charles and Jeff? Well, Marcel had studied them, mastered them and improved on them to an art. He had me begging, squirming, almost screeching for more before he even had started to apply a finger. That he was good can only be described as THE understatement of the century. I can think of no superlative, not one, to the sensation he gave me. In hindsight no wonder. He must have had to learn at an early age how to prepare somebody to receive his ... gift. He had me soaking wet and open for a freight train within minutes. The application of the cold lube felt almost as a disenchantment wasn't it for Marcel's love and care he infused his massage with. "Do you think you're ready?" "Yes. Yes please, please fuck me. But slowly." "Of course I will. There's no rush, at all." "Hmmm, good." "Stop me if I hurt you." "I will." Marcel aligned his now covered cock to my hole. A soft tap announce his request for access. I relaxed as much as I could. With a tender push he entered me and waited. I wasn't conscious I had held my breath until I exhaled in rapture. My outward push signaled him to push in deeper, so he did. Just a few more centimeters, and he waited again for me to get accustomed to him. It took us close to ten minutes of our push-exchange before Marcel gave a sigh filled with bliss and a soft tap with his balls that indicated me he was in me. Completely. The overflowing sensation of the knowledge that he was in me flushed over me. When he started to pull out I grunted, but chirped with delight when he pushed back in again. Ever so slowly he repeated his action. Every stroke lasted a minute. Bit by bit he applied more speed and force to his inwards thrusts, but still pulled back leisurely. He was in control of this fuck. I cried out load out of sheer rapture every time he slammed his balls on my ass. I imagine people in the next town over must have heard me, I didn't care. Ultimately he was pounding me like a jackhammer. He managed to ignite every single nerve in my ass. I lost track of time completely. I have no idea at all if he was fucking me for five minutes or five hours. But all too soon he pulled out, ripped of his condom and came all over me. His scolding hot seed splashed on my stern, chin, chest and stomach. Eight massive loads followed his first blast, I followed within seconds. I was drenched from head to groin in our sweat and cum. Marcel slammed down on me and kissed me with fire. He ground his body into mine smearing our cum together. At long last we broke of our kiss for much needed oxygen. "Wow, my god, that was intense." "Aaaah, yes indeed." "Hmm, ... thank you JC." "No, thank you Marcel. You've done most of the work." "But you allowed me to." "I'm too exhausted to argue, so you're welcome." "You are one of the few who could take me, all of me." "And you let me have it all too." "Yeah, sorry. I lost my control in the end." "Hell you don't have to be sorry about that. I loved every second." "You did?" "Oooh yeah." Carefully I started to stand up and grimaced a little. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. Nothing you fool, just sore to the bone." "Again sorry." "Shut up, don't be sorry. I've played a part in this too." "Okay, where you going?" "Well duh, you've pummeled my blather to pulp. I need to piss." "Romantic." "He he, and I need a shower just look at this mess you've made." "Hey, half is yours. Mind if I join you?" "Nope, not at all." I managed to press out some drops of urine before I joined Marcel under the shower. I let the hot water cascade down my body and let it wash away the tension I felt from that folded position I had been in. I changed position with Marcel and let him enjoy the hot water. I took the bottle of shower gel and started to wash Marcel's body. Needles to say that his cock showed me he was enjoying it. I had to fight with myself to suppress my urge to go down on him again. I was low on energy and was in desperate need of sleep. Marcel made it even harder for me when he started to return the favor. When the suds had washed from our body's and our dicks had risen to half-mast I reached around Marcel and turned off the warm water leaving only the cold one running. "Yikes, now why did you do that for?" "We need to get some sleep. We both have an early morning up ahead." "Awh, I hoped we could go for another round, but you're right though." "I know I'm right. Come on let's dry off and hit the sack." Once dry we crept under the sheets and I was gone within seconds again. I remember having a dream about horseback riding when a, not mine, telephone rang. Slowly I realized it was the one in my hotel room. Still groggy I reached for it and answered it. "Hello?" "Good morning sir, this is your five thirty wakeup call. I hope you have slept well, and if Marcel is still there tell him to move his beautiful ass out of here as soon as possible. Because if it's seen after six it will get kicked out." "He he, good morning Mo. Thank you and I will tell him." "Argh, was that Mo? Damn, I want to stay with you longer." "Sorry handsome, time's up for us." "Have you enjoyed my stay?" "No, I hated every minute." "Huh?" "Of course I enjoyed your stay. What a stupid question was that?" "Hmm, I've enjoyed it too." "You better, I've a reputation to keep. No man shall leave my bed unsatisfied." "Hmm, nice one. I've got to remember to use it someday." "Now wrap a towel around you or get dressed. I don't want to have your unemployment on my conscious." "Just one quickie for the road?" "With an anaconda like you have, I doubt it will be quick. He deserves more attention than we have time for." "Hmm, thanks again for last night JC." "No thank you Marcel for the hamburger and your request of payment for it." Marcel stood up and got dressed, well with just a pair of sneakers a short and tank top it only took him two seconds. We said our farewells accompanied with a lot of hot smoldering tongue wrestling. Marcel left room 411 at 5:50 AM covering a growing anaconda with his hands. I returned to the bed and tried to catch some more z's before I also had to leave the room. To be continued ?!?!