Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2011 15:03:55 +0100
From: Ryan Zackheim <ryanzackheim93@gmail.com>
Subject: London Vacation

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London Vacation

I went on holiday to London recently with my family and had a great time.
It was just mom, dad and me, and since I'm 17, we took two separate rooms.
We stayed at the St Martin's Lane Hotel, which is right in the middle of
central London. The hotel's one of those kinda hip places, but the rooms
are pretty small and have mini furniture so it doesn't look too cramped. My
room was on the same floor as my parents, but at the other end of the
corridor, so that gave me a lot of privacy, which is what I wanted cos I
was planning on having as much sex as I can with British guys while I was
here!

I'm Ryan and I just finished high school back in New York; this trip with
my parents is my last `family vacation' before I start college. I'm pretty
close to my parents and they know I'm gay -- but they don't know exactly how
sexually active I am. I started messing around with guys when I was 14 and
the first time I got fucked was when I was 16. A lot guys were hesitant to
take my cherry cos the laws back in the States are pretty strict and no one
wanted to be hauled away lol. I finally got fucked for the first time by a
-- you guessed it -- British tourist. I'd been hooking up with guys via
Craigslist for a while, and I was eager to lose my virginity, just to get
it over and done with. I was always horny (still am!) and it seemed to me
that, unlike girls, it's not a big deal with guys to get fucked. For me, I
just felt that the sooner I got my asshole taken, the sooner I could get
more cock. Anyway, I'm okay looking -- kinda cute but not super
handsome. I'm a natural blond so that -- plus my blue eyes -- helps in the
looks department. I've never been much of a jock, but I like running so I'm
really lean. I've been pumping iron for the last year so I got some
definition but in no way am I `muscled' -- hey, it's better to be honest
lol! I'm packing a 7" cut pecker. It's about average thick and my balls are
pretty low hanging and hairy. I don't bother shaving my pubes cos I'm so
light-haired anyway, so there's a light brown tuft above my cock and all
around my balls. I got a pretty hairy asshole though, and I'm thinking I
might get that shaved.

So I responded to this ad on Craigslist and the guy (Colin) invites me over
to his hotel. We live in the East Village and his hotel's in midtown. This
was a school night, I remember, and it was almost 10pm so I had to make an
excuse to get out of the house -- I told my parents that I was going out for
a run! So I put on my sweats and hopped in a cab to the Renaissance near
Broadway and Times Square. Colin had given instructions on how to get to
his room, so I had no trouble -- the security people looked me over, but
since I'm pretty clean cut, they probably thought I was a hotel guest who
had gone out for a run. I've met a few people in hotels before, so I knew
the drill and I had my excuses ready in case I was stopped and questioned.

When I got to Colin's room, I knocked on the door and waited. I was a
little bit nervous cos I had never taken it up the ass before but at the
same time, I was really keen to do it. I'd sucked off loads of guys (to be
honest, I can't remember how many; they're a blur of cocks lol!) and been
sucked off and made out, been rimmed etc, but just never done the
nasty. Colin opened the door and he looked to be about mid-40s. He was
wearing only a towel, and had a fairly hairy chest. He was pretty muscular,
although he had a tiny bit of a beer gut. He was pretty good looking, and I
smiled. He let me in, closed the door, and took my hand as he said
hello. The hotel room wasn't very big, so we were soon standing by the king
sized bed and he started kissing me and ran his hands up and down my
body. His towel had come undone, or he had taken it off along the way, I
don't know, and he was naked and I could feel his semi-hard cock poking at
me. We kissed for a while, his tongue stabbing into my mouth quite
insistently, and I felt myself getting rock hard almost instantly as he
began pushing my sweat pants down. We broke our kiss for a moment as he
helped pull my sweat shirt off and he looked at my body quite
appreciatively before his mouth came back on mine and we continued kissing
hungrily. I could taste a bit of tobacco in his mouth and this strangely
turned me on though I'm not a smoker and don't really like it when people
smoke around me. His hands were now on my chest and his fingers were
teasing my nipples, which are very sensitive and immediately sprang up to
his touch. He grinned as he continued kissing me and chuckled a bit as I
moaned when his fingers continued to pull on my tits quite hard. He pulled
his mouth off mine and started to lick down my neck and chest. I have a bit
of a treasure trail, and when he hit that, he knelt down and pulled my
sweat pants off, along with my underwear, allowing my cock to spring up
straight. Without missing a beat, he began to suck my dick quite nosily,
making lots of suction noises as his head bobbed up and down my cock. I was
pretty used to being blown and enjoyed his tongue rolling round and
flicking across my piss slit now and then. His hands were still up at my
tits, teasing my nipples, as he expertly chowed down on my dick. I'm pretty
loud, so I was moaning a fair bit as he blew me, and then I felt his mouth
let go of my cock and he began to tongue my balls while his hands reached
down and began kneading my asscheeks. He slapped them lightly, and I
enjoyed the slight sting as his tongue travelled backward and he subtly
began to nudge my legs apart as his head went right between my thighs and
he started to lick up the base of balls toward my asscrack. He paused for a
bit and told me to turn around, so I did, and bent over the bed, resting my
arms on the mattress, with my legs slightly open as he went to work on my
hole. He was quite an expert rimmer, and I enjoyed the feel of his wet
tongue slathering up and down my hole, relaxing it. He spit into my crack a
couple of times, lubing it up nicely, and occasionally, he would insert a
finger, then two, in alongside his tongue. I had told Colin that I was a
virgin and that I wanted to be fucked, so he was taking his time to open me
up, and I could feel my asshole loosening up very slowly to his touch. He
would slide his hand over to my cock and tug at it now and then, but
mostly, he concentrated on opening my hole. After a while, he asked me if I
was ready, and I told him I wasn't sure but there would probably never be a
good time. He laughed a bit and told me to get on the bed, face down. I did
as I was told as he walked to the bedside table and picked up a condom and
put it on before climbing onto the bed with a bottle of lube. His cock,
which I hadn't really looked at closely, was not very long -- maybe 6.5
inches, and pretty thick. The cockhead was narrower than the rest of the
cock, and I remember thinking that maybe the entry wouldn't hurt so much
because if he had a mushroom head, that would really have been painful. The
lube was pretty cold. Now, I've fucked myself with a dildo before, nothing
too big nor too thick, so I knew what to expect, more or less, but the
prospect of a real live man attached to the cock that would be entering me
was exciting and I could feel an itch in my hole for something to come in
and fuck me. It was exciting and a bit scary, but as Colin began to slowly
slide his cock up and down my crack, I felt myself relaxing, He was very
quiet and told me, gently, that he was going to start fucking me. I loved
his British accent, and as he entered me very slowly, I could feel every
little bit of his dick slowly sliding through the tight ring of my anus and
although it hurt a little bit, it was far less painful than I thought it
would be cos he had really taken the time to open me up. Slowly, slowly, he
pushed more and more of himself into my devirginized hole and when he was
all the way in and I could feel his massive crotch bush rubbing against my
lower back, he lay down on my back and wrapped his arms around my shoulders
and began whispering into my ear. "Oh I love your tight cunt," he
whispered, as he slowly began to fuck me, withdrawing his cock a bit and
pushing it back in gently. I was feeling great, and feeling very proud of
myself for taking a man's cock without too much fuss, and as he continued
to fuck me slowly, I felt myself wanting to join in and I began pushing
back at his cock as he thrust forward. He took this as a sign that I was
ready for more and increased the pace of his fucking. He held on tight to
me and I could feel his hot sweaty and hairy chest against my back as our
fucking intensified. I was pushing back to his cock and he began to
increase his pace, and soon, I could hear the sound of his groin slapping
against my butt cheeks and I began to moan quite loudly. It was mostly
grunts and the occasional `Fuck!' as he picked up the pace even further
really started to pound my hole. I wasn't feeling any pain at all, but
nothing but pleasure as his dick began to hit my prostate. I was feeling
all kinds of sensations as he grunted and sighed against my ear as his cock
fucked my virgin hole into a distant memory. All too soon -- it wasn't even
more than 4 minutes, I think -- he tensed up behind me and squeezed my
nipples hard as he jerked his body violently against mine and I understood
that he had cum. When he was done, he stopped and pulled out and I flopped
down on the bed. My arms were tired from carrying the weight of our
combined bodies, not to mention the fucking, and I turned round to see him
pulling the condom off. It was filled with spunk, and he smiled at me as he
tipped it over my still hard cock and poured his cum all over my dick. Then
he began to jerk me off, using his cum as lube, before he leaned down and
began to suck my cock and his cum. This was pretty kinky to me and it got
me over the edge and I came, shooting my load into his mouth. When I was
done, he got up and took the towel he had discarded earlier and came over
to wipe my cock and ass up a bit. "You okay?" he asked, and I assured him I
was. I was loving the feeling of finally having been fucked -- it felt like
I was a man -- and although I wanted to lie down for a bit and savor it, I
could tell he wanted me to leave, so I silently got dressed as he watched
me, and then headed for the door. As he pulled it open, he leaned in for a
kiss, thanked me, and I got on my way.

On my way home, I had a brief moment of regret that I had given up my
cherry -- but then I figured I was lucky. Colin had been very patient and
gentle with me. He didn't talk, and I would have maybe preferred if he had
said more, but overall, it had been good. My ass didn't feel sore and as I
jogged back downtown (I had to be sweaty or my parents wouldn't believe I
had gone for a run!) I could feel myself wanting more of the same. Since
that time almost two years ago, I've had many more encounters. I don't
really cruise around the city cos I'm underaged to go into bars and clubs,
and although I am out in school, I don't go hunting for guys or a
boyfriend. I mostly hook up with guys through Gaydar, Manhunt or
Craigslist, and I've had a lot of great sex with a wide variety of
guys. The oldest guy I've ever had sex with was a 65 year old lol! He used
Viagra and it worked fine, and he fucked me for a good 30 minutes nonstop,
during which time I came twice while he was still inside of me, hammering
away! I've been lucky in that I haven't met any weirdos or violent types,
but I'm always careful. Also, I always put out -- ALWAYS. You see, although
a hot, good looking guy is great, sometimes, I am so horny that any cock
will do. I'm not proud to admit it but it's true. I guess that's why I've
actually also lost count of the number of guys I've had sex with lol!

Anyway, we arrived in London around noon, checked into the hotel, and went
out for lunch. My family's been to London before, and we know what we enjoy
doing. My parents love art, and I've come to appreciate it with them, so we
spent some time at the National Gallery, which isn't far from our hotel. I
did a bit of cruising while looking at the art, but to be honest, it was
too crowded to do anything meaningful. There were a bunch of hot guys,
mostly with girlfriends in tow, and the gallery guards were either women or
that shade of old that in my non-aroused state, I could easily pass on lol!
Around 4.30pm, my parents decided to head back to the hotel for a nap and I
decided to head back with them. We agreed that we would meet for dinner in
the lobby around 7pm, and I went back to my room. With time on my hands, I
was beginning to feel a bit horny, and no wonder, since I hadn't even
jacked off that morning before we went to the airport! I fired up my
laptop, got on Craigslist and began looking for a hook up. There were a
couple of good options, but nothing that was immediate. I did come across a
fellow traveller in the area who was looking to hook up later that night,
and since I'm pretty much sexed up all the time, I decided to make contact
with him. While waiting for him to respond, I thought about my options. It
was almost 5.10pm, and I had less than two hours. I didn't really fancy
just "wanking off" (as the British would say) but I was so horny that I was
leaking precum in my boxers. By 5.30pm, I had set up a meet with Ted for
11pm that night. He had given me his cell phone number and told me to text
him, so I knew that I was going to have some fun later that night, but I
couldn't shake off the horniness and decided to go walk around a bit and
see if I could work something out.

I headed back toward the National Gallery, but saw the entrance to the
National Portrait Gallery nearby and thought I would go in for a quick look
around. I wasn't keen on the art -- portraits aren't my thing -- but since I
was on a sex mission, I headed over to the gift store. I knew the museum
was closing soon, so I hung around and looked around to see if there was
anyone I could hook up with. The store was, again, full of guys with
girlfriends, wives or some families. There was one guy, though, that I
liked the look of -- he was about mid-20s, looked to be quite trim, and was
kinda handsome. He was with a girl who was very tanned, and had heavy make
up on -- she looked quite pretty in a trashy way, and was wearing a lot of
bling. She was snapping gum and asking him about a book of portraits she
was interested in buying, while he looked on quietly. I stood by them for a
bit and tried to catch his eye -- he looked up as I stood next to him and
glanced over at me. I held his eyes for a bit as he looked off, then looked
back again. I raised my right eyebrow a bit and gently tilted my head away
from his girlfriend for a bit and walked away to quiet corner of the store
-- even though there were quite a few people still standing around (the
place was packed!). After a minute or two, I saw him casually walk away
from his girlfriend as she made her way to the till to pay for the book --
he made it look like he was just browsing around but he was finally
standing in front of me. He tilted his head up at me, a sign of `What's
up?' and I smiled and quickly brushed my hand against my crotch so he got
the message.

"You got a place, mate?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah, the St Martin's Lane hotel nearby," I replied. "You got time for a
quickie?"

He nodded and looked over at his girlfriend, who was paying. He said
quickly, "Meet you out front of the hotel in 10 minutes," and walked away
to her.

I was pretty pleased that I had managed to snag a hook up so
conveniently. I looked at my watch -- it was 5.55pm. With luck, I'd be able
to have fun and have a shower before meeting my parents. I hung around the
store for just a minute more and followed the guy and his girlfriend out
the door. They stopped by the entrance while I kept walking up towards the
hotel. I knew there was a chance he might not show up -- but I was hoping he
would. I didn't allow myself to look back and just kept walking till I got
to the hotel entrance. There was a massive Gymbox next to it, and they were
doing promotions of some sort and there were a few people handing out
cards. I took one and read it absentmindedly as I waited for the guy to
show up. After about five minutes and having read the card about 10 times,
I looked up and saw him coming across the street towards me. I headed to
the hotel entrance slowly and he came up next to me as the doorman opened
the door for us to enter. I led the way to the elevators in the back, and
we got into an empty car and I pressed the right floor and waited for the
doors to close.

Once we were alone inside the elevator, I said, "How'd you shake off your
girlfriend?"

"She's going shopping for something along Longacre. I told her I was going
to buy something at the Tesco and would meet her at the store in a bit," he
answered. He had a rough accent which I found incredibly sexy.

The elevator door opened and I led the way down the corridor to my
room. For a split second, I was worried my parents would be wandering
around the floor, but there was no one around thankfully. I swiped my card
and opened the door, and let him in. Once inside, I hung the `Do Not
Disturb' sign (just in case my parents woke up early and came round to see
if I could go out earlier) and shut the door and turned around.

He had wasted no time and had already shrugged off his jacket and laid it
on the chair and was unbuttoning his shirt. I watched him quietly as I also
began to undress. We were matching each other in speed and were topless
then bottomless at the same time. I was standing there in my boxer shorts
while he faced me in his black briefs. He was about my height (5'10") and
although his upper body was lean, he had love handles around his
briefs. His chest was bare but he had a thick treasure trail that began at
his navel and disappeared inside the waistband of his briefs. His legs were
fairly hairy, so I knew what to expect as I walked toward him, fell to my
knees, and pulled his underwear down.

His cock was already hard and smacked my chin slightly. It was HUGE! The
guy was packing about 8 inches and it was really thick, and I eagerly
opened my mouth and sucked on the hot piece of meat. His crotch bush was
also thick and wild and as I opened my mouth wider and wider, I felt the
tip of nose brush up against that curly patch. The guy tasted salty, sweaty
and he wasted no time in using his hands to push my head down on his
cock. He was muttering, "Suck it, cocksuckerÉsuck my cock, yeah." There was
an intensity to his tone that really turned me on, and as my mouth stayed
busy on his cock, I began to shrug off my boxer shorts to free my own cock
so I could stroke it.

After a few minutes, and tasting his salty precum which was delicious, I
got up off my knees and said, "You wanna ride my ass?"

He looked a little unsure, so I turned around to show him my bubble butt
and slapped it lightly.

"My girlfriend's on the pill so I don't have a condomÉ" he began.

"Relax, I got you covered," I said, and I walked to my bag and opened up my
dop kit and pulled out a small tube of lube and some condoms. He walked up
behind me and began rubbing his wet cock against my ass cheeks, and I have
to say it was incredibly horny feeling his warm body emanating heat so
close to me as his fuckstick rubbed against my ass.

I've been fucked plenty, as I said, and the biggest cock I've ever taken
was about 8.5 inches (I don't really believe I'll ever find a larger cock
than that cos those are hard to come by in real life!), so I felt fairly
confident about taking on his fucker. I turned round to sheath up his cock
and squeezed some lube on his cock and dabbed some with my fingers into my
asshole. Then I asked him, "Where do you want to do this? Standing up or on
the bed?"

"Whatever, mate, I don't careÉ" he said, so I told him to lie down on the
floor and I straddled him. As I began to lower myself down, facing him, he
said, "Could you turn away from me?" I didn't mind -- these mostly straight
guys are weird that way, so I turned over and began lowering myself down on
him. I used my hands to guide his very thick member to my opening and I sat
down on his cock slowly. It felt so good as his thick hot cock penetrated
me, and I could feel myself filling up on his cock. My hole was stretched
and I tightened up around it. It was a bit uncomfortable, but upon entry,
the tip of his big meat hit my prostate and I let out a moan and swore,
"Fuck!"

He took this as his cue, and immediately began pumping his cock up and
down, jerking his hips off the floor and pushing himself into me. It hurt,
and I winced loudly in pain as I felt his big fucker assaulting my hole,
stretching it mercilessly. I instinctively edged up away from his cock, but
he just thrust up further, grunting loudly as he did so. I felt his swollen
dick stabbing into me hard and fast, and the pain was easing up a little
too slowly for my liking and I knew my hole would feel pretty used. I was
still wincing and moaning in slight pain when I felt his hands grab my hips
and pull me down on his cock so he could fuck more of it into me, and I
yelped in real pain. I could feel my eyes rolling back inside my head as
his fuckmeat hit my prostate and the pain and pleasure enveloped me in
equal measure. "Take my cock," he muttered in a guttural tone, as I again
tried to inch away from the fucker that was being pushed deep and hard into
my mancunt. "You like that?" he asked, grunting again as he reached one arm
up to grab hold my right tit and pulled me down on his now sweaty
chest. Arched back over him, my hole opened up wider and allowed his
monster dick to reach even deeper inside. I felt a little violated and
used; it felt as if I was being raped, although I knew that this was not
the case since I was also thoroughly enjoying the pain and pleasure that
was coursing through me with every stab of his cock into my hot little
hole.

"You're so tight, you know that?" he asked, as he grunted again and pushed
even harder and faster into me. I felt my legs going numb from the angle,
but the area around my ass, my cock, my hips were tingling with a million
sensations as he fucked me rough and quick. Our moans were rising in
volume, and I found myself mindlessly spewing "Fuck!" every few breaths. He
pulled me down even harder against him, his ragged breath in my ear, and he
wrapped both his arms around me tightly, holding me still against him, my
legs bent at the news, my hole gaping as he piled his massive tool in and
out at a rapid rate.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he yelled as I could hear his hips beating
against my asscheeks, and he kept right on hammering into me as I felt his
cockhead swell up inside my love chute and no doubt, he shot his load.

"Fucking hell," he said, when he finally stopped twitching. He let go of me
and pushed me to an upright sitting position. I was totally spent, and my
legs were wobbly because they had been bent at an awkward angle throughout
the time he raped my ass (I've decided it was a rape; he was too rough, too
hard, and obviously didn't give a fuck what I was feeling throughout the
time he was dicking me), and I fell forward unsteadily. To my surprise, I
saw that my cock was just subsiding, and dribbles of cum were leaking
forth. In front, on the carpet, were a few spurts of cum -- I had orgasmed
at some time while he had been taking my ass for a ride and hadn't even
realized it!

I stumbled to my feet, and saw that he had already pulled on his underwear,
his trousers and his shoes and was buttoning his shirt up. The used condom
was on the floor by his foot, some of the cum leaking out of it on the
carpet. I was wondering what housekeeping would think of all these stains
and wondered if they would try to charge my parents for steam cleaning the
carpet!! I stood by awkwardly, naked (I didn't feel ashamed), as he
finished dressing, gathered up his stuff, and walked out the room without
even saying a word or looking at me. I wasn't too perturbed by this since a
lot of straight guys are kinda freaked out after sex with a dude, anyway. I
mopped up the cum, flushed the condom down the toilet and jumped in the
shower quickly, washing away the stench of sex all over me.

By the time I was dressed, it was bang on 7pm, and I grabbed the number of
the guy from Craigslist and hurried downstairs to meet my parents. Even
though I had felt used and discarded by the afternoon fuck, as I was
showering, I felt my cock hardening as I replayed how it felt to let him
basically take control of me and use my ass for his pleasure without any
concern for me. Occasionally, this is a turn on for me, and clearly,
judging from my raging boner, this guy had done something right in raping
me -- so much so that I was looking forward to more sex later that night!

We had dinner at a seafood restaurant around the corner, recommended by the
concierge, and it was nice enough, though it did stink of fish lol! I took
care not to eat too much as I was anticipating quite a lot of activity
later tonight -- I had a piece of fish, some wine and nothing else. My
parents were urging me to eat more, but I begged off, citing jet lag as the
reason for my lack of appetite. I excused myself to the bathroom when they
ordered dessert and coffee, and texted the Craigslist guy, to check if he
was still keen to meet up. As I walked back to the table, my phone beeped
and I got his message: "Luv 2 fuk ard. 11pm ok?" It was just coming to 9pm,
so I texted him back: "Kewl. Where r u?" Over my parents' dessert and
coffee, I surreptitiously exchanged texts with the guy -- he was staying at
a hotel by Leicester Square and gave me his room number. My parents were a
little annoyed with me, but I said that it was my friend from back in New
York wanting to firm up plans for when we returned, and they relented.

After dinner, we took a walk around Trafalgar Square, and up toward
Leicester Square where I saw where the hotel was. The streets were full of
people, and it was quite a warm night. My parents wanted to root around
Chinatown, so we spent a good while walking around, just checking things
out. We knew that Chinese food in London was better than what we got back
in NYC, so we made a note of where we wanted to come back and try over the
next few days. The legendary Four Seasons roast duck from Bayswater had an
outlet along the main drag of Chinatown and we were pleased, since we are
all fans of the roast duck lol!

Finally, we made our way back to the hotel around 10.50pm. My parents were
feeling wide awake and asked if I wanted to catch an in-room movie with
them, but I begged off, saying I hadn't napped that afternoon and was
feeling tired. As soon as I got back into my room, I freshened up, changed
into some running gear, and headed out -- if anyone asked, I was on my way
out for/back from a run to help me sleep better! I sprinted the short
distance to the hotel on Leicester Square, a Radisson, and made my way
through the hotel lobby. It was a bit tricky as the hotel had a happening
lobby bar and was tough to navigate, but luckily, no one bothered to point
out the kid in the running gear wandering around looking lost lol!

I got in the elevator with an elderly couple and looked at my watch -- it
was five past 11pm, and I checked my phone: no new messages, which was
good. The old couple got out of the elevator on the same floor as I did,
and we headed in the same direction toward the guy's room. It turns out
they were in the room right next door, and as I walked by them, the woman
smiled at me and wished me a good night -- I did likewise, knowing that I
was, indeed, going to have a good night lol!

I knocked on the door lightly, not wanting to draw too much attention, and
the door opened. The guy looked exactly as he did in the photo he had sent
me earlier today: He was about 6', and in his mid-30s. He was sandy haired,
and had a neat goatee. His chest was fairly hairy -- he was actually wearing
his boxer shorts only -- and there was already a slight tenting at the front
of his pants. He smiled and let me in.

"You want something to drink?" he asked in an accent similar to the guy who
had raped me that afternoon.

"No, thanks, " I said. "Where are you from?"

"Up north," he said. "You American?"

"Yeah," I said, as I took off my running top and started undoing my shoe
laces. He stood by and watched me undress as the tent in front of his
boxers started pitching up further.

"You're a right horny fucker, aren't you?" he asked, as I stripped off
completely, and stood naked in front of him.

"Is that a problem?" I asked, mischievously.

He walked over to me and reached out to touch my cock, which hardened
instantly. He drew in his breath as he stroked me, and smiled, "No, not at
all. I like me some horny boy cunt."

He led me by my cock toward the bed and pushed me down on it as he bent
down to strip off his own boxers and revealed his pecker, standing at 45
degrees away from his flat navel. It was about 7 inches, not too thick, and
very veiny. There was a big shock of dark pubic hair framing it, and below,
hung a massive set of balls the size of an orange!

"Wow, your nuts are huge," I told him, and he grinned. He picked up a video
camera by his bedside table and asked, "Are you into being filmed?"

I grinned. Some time ago, I had had exactly this fantasy of being filmed
having sex, and I had made a sex tape with a random hook up who had given
me a nice fuck. He emailed me a couple of days later -- the email didn't say
anything, but had an Xtube link in it. I clicked through and saw that he
had uploaded our session online for the world to see: Me, being fucked on
my back, my legs on his shoulders, as he rutted up against my hole, kissing
me as he rammed into me. The sounds of sex, and the look on our faces was
such a huge turn on that I stopped worrying about the fact that this was a
public video that anyone could see. Over the next few days, I worried about
the fact that there was a video online that clearly showed me being fucked
and loving it, but then I figured that it was true -- I was being fucked and
I was loving it, and there was nothing to be ashamed of as I loved sex and
I wanted it as much as possible. I was worried that someone from school
would see it -- but then again, that would mean they were looking for gay
porn, and besides, so what if people knew? My reputation at school was
low-key; I had friends, I did well enough to avoid trouble, and I had no
enemies. Once I got over the uneasiness, I began to enjoy the salacious
feeling of knowing that the world could see me taking it up the ass if they
wanted to.

Now, I nodded to his question, and just got out of bed and walked over to
his computer, saying" Set it up. While you do that, I want to show you
something."

I found the Xtube video and powered it up on his Mac laptop which had a
nice big 14" screen. "Does this have enough juice in it to take it off the
power chord?" I asked.

He came by to look and said, "Yeah. What you have in mind?"

"I thought we could watch me being fucked while you fucked me," I said.

He laughed. "You're a right dirty little fucker," he said approvingly, and
gave my ass a tight slap that stung a bit.

I saw that he had set up a tripod with his camera pointing squarely at the
bed, and I got on it, flicking my nipples in anticipation. "Are you
rolling?" I asked. He nodded and got on the bed, too, positioning the
laptop on a chair in front of the bed, where the video of me being fucked
by some guy whose name I didn't know was just starting up.

"God, you are fucking hot," he said, as his mouth attacked mine in a
voracious kiss. He had turned the volume on the computer way up, so the
sound of me kissing in the video was magnified throughout the room as the
sound of our kissing filled it. I could feel his hard throbbing member
against my stomach, and I saw that it had flared up further, and was now
closer to 7.5 inches and as thick as the cock I had suffered through
earlier today. I put my hands around its girth and moaned.

"What is it with guys from up north?" I asked, "You're as thick and big as
the one who fucked me earlier today."

He pulled away abruptly and looked at me with a mixture of shock and
disbelief, "You've been fucked earlier?"

"Yeah," I said nonchalantly, pulling him down and planting kisses along his
neck, running my hands up and down his slightly hairy back as I felt the
fur on his chest brush against me. "It's no big deal. I'm 17. I'm always
horny."

He chuckled, and muttered, "Dirty slut," before turning me over on my back
and pinning me down on the bed. I tilted my head back and saw that
onscreen, there was a close up of me sucking a long, skinny dick, my eyes
closed in ecstasy.

"You want fuck my mouth?" I asked him, as I looked down again at his big
cock. He had a big mushroom head on his, and it was a deep crimson.

"No, I want to get straight to business," he said, and he pulled out a
bottle of lube and a condom from under his pillow and began to get ready. I
lay there in anticipation. I loved it when there was no foreplay -- just
straight on fucking, which was the best, most important part of any
encounter. His cock was encased and glistening with lube, and he lifted my
legs up against his shoulders and positioned his cock against my hole.

"Go in slow, okay? I was practically raped this afternoon, so I'm a bit
sore," I told him. It was incongruous for me to say this because, at the
same time, on the video, I was yelling out, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" to the
nameless cock who was dicking me for all the world to see.

"You sure you don't want me to just rape you a new hole?" he asked, a glint
in his eye. His handsome features were twisted with lust, and I could see
he was extremely eager to own me. "Just try not to hurt me," I said, as I
felt his massive cock head push through my ass ring. Even though I had been
opened up a lot that afternoon, this sudden invasion of this massive
bulbous piece of meat sent a shot of pain searing through me, and I
stiffened up completely and clamped down on his tool.

"Easy!" I hissed, and he laughed.

"Thing is, kid, I'm really randy for you. You look so innocent, just my
type, and I want to give you a right seeing to," he muttered as he
continued to push his cock into me.

"OhÉaugh!" I moaned, loudly, as I felt the whole length of his fuckpole
inside of me. "How big are you, man?" I asked.

He just laughed and looked at his computer screen. I followed his eyes and
saw a shot of me with my mouth hanging open as the unknown guy held my legs
wide apart as his cock stabbed in and out of my hairy asshole at a furious
pace.

"Bigger than that guy," he said, a satisfied smirk on his good looking face
as he began to withdraw his cock from my hole, only to slam it back in with
brute force.

"Ugh!" I grunted, and felt his cock hit my happy button inside, sending
waves of tingles all over me. I reached up and grabbed hold of him around
his neck and held on tight as he did that again and again, grunting loudly
each time. I began to join him in moaning, and the room began to echo of
fuck sounds as our real-time voices joined the chorus of "Fuck me harder!"
that I was wailing out on the Xtube video.

"You're so fucking tight, you horny little slut," he said, as he quickened
his pace, his throbbing cock sliding effortlessly in and out of me now as I
began to push back on him. The afternoon fuck had done me good -- it had
gotten me ready to be used again tonight, and I was thoroughly enjoying the
feeling of being dominated by this handsome man with the rough accent.

"Take my cock, boy, take it!" he yelled as he pushed down toward me for a
kiss, raising up my hips and causing my hole to open up more, giving him
even more access to the inside of my cunt. As his lips covered mine, I felt
his tongue dart inside my mouth, filling me with even more of him inside me
as I began to tighten my hole around his pole.

"Aw, fuck, you're a hotel little slut," he said, his breath ragged, as he
felt the effects of my ass hole milking his cock. "You're just asking to be
fucked hard, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I moaned, barely able to speak as the fucking motion jerked my body
back and forth on the bed. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" I yelled as, on the
video, a loud groan could be heard coming from the man topping me.

The guy inside me now lay the full weight of his body on me, pushing me
down into the bed as he started to jackhammer into my hold with all his
strength. Plop, plop, plop, went the sound of our fuck as his body slammed
against mine as his tool dove deep into me with each thrust, touching ever
more sensitive areas within me that were making me weak with pleasure. His
breathing was erratic and his hair was matted against his forehead with
sweat as he continued to pound my ass. I could feel his sweat dripping down
onto my face, joining my own perspiration from the sexual exercise we were
both indulging in. His damp, hairy chest rubbed against my hamstrings and
my chest as his treasure trail repeated brushed against my rock hard
cock. The friction of his body rubbing against mine, and all our heat and
sweat, was making me a bit light headed. The Xtube video had ended, which
meant that he had already been inside of me for almost 20 minutes. He
reached down and kissed me again, breathing heavily as he sucked against my
tongue and I felt his goatee rub my chin raw. There was something so
animalistic and primal about the way he was railing me that I was really
feeling every bit of sex he was fucking into me, and I was meeting him
every thrust of the way with my own effort to tighten and squeeze his solid
manhood.

"You're sexy and slutty as hell," he grunted at me, looking deep into my
eyes as he pushed deeper and faster. "Fuck, babe, fuck, you're making me
cum!" With that, his entire body tensed up and I could feel his cockhead
spasming inside me as I tightened my shit hole to increase his
pleasure. "Ohhhh Fuuuck!" he moaned as he dumped his load, holding me tight
as pleasure coursed through his body, trapping me beneath him in a hot,
sweaty mess.

"Oh, man, you are a great fuck!" he said, loudly so that it echoed around
the room a little. He was still inside of me, and I was still stuck
underneath him, my angry red cock still stiff, my cockhead purple with
excitement. He eased off me a little and raised himself up on his arms and
looked at me. He was a really handsome devil, and he licked his lips and
closed his eyes as he rested himself on his knees and began to spread my
legs apart. Amazingly, he was still hard inside of me and I felt him begin
to thrust in and out again.

To my somewhat confused look, he just grinned and nodded and winked as he
said, "Yeah baby, I'm ready to go again. You got me so horny that I wanna
fuck your piece of ass a second time now. You're gonna love it, boy, as I
stick it to you. No rest for the wicked!"

He had my legs wide apart, so I was wantonly spread open for his cock to
rampage my man hole. My cock was completely stiff and flat against my
stomach, precum leaking down and mixing with the little pool of sweat that
we had generated between us from our vigorous fuck. I tweaked my nipples
with my own hand, further upping the ante on my own sexual signals and
losing myself. He was doing long, hard thrusts, slowly sliding his big
pecker out before slamming it back in hard, jerking my whole body with the
force of his fucking.

"You gonna cum for me, boy?" he asked. I nodded silently. "You know I'm
gonna cum for you again, don't you? With that, he suddenly wrapped my legs
around his back, slammed himself down on me and picked up the pace
again. It was a massive change, and I felt the wind knocked out of me as
his mouth descended on mine, rough kisses covering up our mutual groans as
I tightened my grip on his back, holding him close as his hips went into
overdrive and he fucked me hard and fast while his torso rubbed my cock
with every thrust, sending me wave after wave of sexual build up. We were
both moaning and groaning in unison, no words, not making sense, as our
needs took over and we rutted like pigs on that sweat soaked bed.

Finally, I found myself panting and moaning as I shot my cum in a huge
squirt that made it up our chests. As I came, he continued his insistent
and brutal fucking, and the constant friction of his torso against my cock
made me cum even more, and a puddle of cum was rubbed between our hot and
sweaty bodies. I was calling out obscenities heedlessly as he literally
fucked me out of my senses, and when I was spent, he continued to drive
into me. He scooped me with his arms, pulling me down by my shoulders,
holding me still as he pistoned into me endlessly, grunting, "Fuck, fuck,
fuckÉ" as he came a second time. I was too tired, too used to do anything
as he continued this assault and just lay there as he shot into load into
what must, by now, be a very full condom!

Finally, he withdrew, and my ass hole was left gaping and hollow for a
moment before I winced as I tightened it and relaxed my body. He looked at
me with a smile, "You are a great fuck!" He pulled off his condom and I
watched as he brought it up to his lips and began to empty his cum into his
mouth. I saw the ropey white cum drip into his mouth in globs, and he
greedily stuck out his tongue to taste his own seed. I noticed that his
cock was still semi-hard, and when he finished squeezing the last drops out
of the condom, he opened his mouth to show me the hot, sticky liquid in his
mouth, before leaning down and snowballing it into my mouth. I could taste
his spunk, the strong alkaline taste and his tongue mixing together in my
mouth as I pushed his manjuice back to him. He wrapped his arms around me
and we swirled his stuff around, enjoying the taste of the fruit of his
intense fuck labor, until we each swallowed some and lay side by side,
spent.

"You are one hot fucker," he said, looking at me hungrily, smiling.

"Thanks, you're not bad yourself," I said, barely able to speak.

He got up and went to his camera, switching it off. His cock was flopping
around, and we were both a mess, covered in sweat, cum and sex. I looked at
myself in the mirror, and saw that I had a `well fucked' look about me and
shook my head in disbelief. So far, my London vacation was shaping up
nicely! I glanced at a clock on the bedside table -- it was almost 1am; we
had been fucking for almost two hours! No wonder I was feeling completely
spent.

He came behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I felt his furry body
against my back and his cock pushing against my ass crack. He kissed my
neck and nuzzled me as he ran his fingers around my chest, and pinched my
nipples playfully. I could feel myself getting hard again, but it was
madness, wasn't it?

"I gotta get up in a few hours to catch a train back up north," he said,
and I knew it was time to go.

"Can I clean up a bit?" I asked.

"Of course, mate," he said, and led the way to the bathroom. He turned on
the shower, and we both got in, rinsing off the stench of fucking. He
kissed me tenderly as the water washed over us, and we both got semi-hard
as we continued our `foreplay'. Finally, he turned off the water and handed
me a towel as he dried himself off, as well. I got dressed as he surveyed
the mess we had made on his bed -- there was a big damp patch where I had
been lying, and there were obvious cum stains around it, where my cum had
dripped off our bodies.

"I might have to call emergency maid service before I can go to sleep," he
said sheepishly.

I was now fully clothed, and he walked me to the door. "Do you want me to
post our video online?" he asked. "It was super hot fucking you and I'm
sure it will look great."

"Sure," I said. I didn't really care if anyone else saw the intense fuck
session we had shared. What mattered was that I had lived through the
experience and it had been one of the most memorable fucks I'd had so
far. "Just be sure to send me the link so I can cue it up the next time I
meet another horny fucker who wants to film us doing it!"

As I walked down the hallway, I wondered if the old couple next door had
heard our vigorous fucking? I didn't really care. At the lobby, the staff
watched as I left the building in my running gear. I am sure they knew full
well what had happened -- they must be used to it by now! It was quite
chilly outside so I ran back to my hotel room. It was 1.30am. I quickly
showered, taking care to wash out my asshole carefully, before retreating
to bed. I had to be up by 8am to meet my parents for breakfast!