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International Relations

By: kholix22



I was in Manila for business for 10 days, and had a lot to accomplish, but didn't know the local culture, or have many local contacts. Through an old school friend, I contacted the Chair of the Industrial Engineering Department of De La Salle University to get a recommendation for a highly professional student who could act as my local liaison for the week.

I knew I only had one chance to make my first impression here, and if I entered the country incorrectly, I could never succeed in my efforts. So, I needed someone who could teach me the nuances of developing proper trustful relationships in the local culture, who might have a few contacts of their own, and whom I could deeply and intimately trust.

I briefly interviewed the few students he recommended on the phone and via email. I quickly settled on one student, a bright young woman named Kate to help me out. Kate had a calm, but professionally determined way about her. She seemed to know how to conduct herself in difficult situations, and had a fairly shrewd air about her, while being 100% feminine, a plus in this culture.

Kate is one of those exceptionally bright women, one who has pure beauty as well as being well educated and with lots of common sense. I was nervous; because I wanted to keep this relationship strictly professional and I was afraid it could otherwise injure my business opportunities. So, Kate and I first met in a coffee shop just outside my hotel.

It was my first day, so I was still jet lagged, and Kate was early. As I entered, I was able to pick her out of the crowded shop and carefully introduced myself while shaking hands. Kate had a firm, but gentle handshake, and smile that shown like the sun shines. As it turns out, Kate is a Junior at the De La Salle University and needed the extra income to pay for some of her school expenses. 

I was hoping she would be much less attractive, because I didn't want distractions from my work. Unfortunately, Kate turned out to be exactly the physical type that I loved and dreamt about. She was tall, about 5'5" and thin, jet black hair, firm body, small firm breasts that jiggle just a little as she bounced in her high heels, a tight firm rear end with long slender firm legs.

I decided immediately to redouble my efforts to keep this relationship strictly professional. We quickly reviewed what I was doing in Manila , what I had to accomplish and who I was meeting, and what I expected. After asking her what she wanted to gain (she desperately needed the extra money and an excellent recommendation for next years' competitive job search), I emphasized that I expected total loyalty in this relationship. I wouldn't tolerate the slightest disloyalty. The last thing I needed, or could afford was my liaison undermining my efforts and setting me up to be taken by the locals. So, I promised to pay her very well, give her a phenomenal recommendation, and a substantial cash bonus if she did as I requested. Without saying as much, I let her know that if she showed any disloyalty, she would get a terrible recommendation that would ruin her career. 

Kate comes from a well to do family, so she immediately understood why I needed help and thought of a few contacts that she could bring me to assure success. She was also experienced enough to guide me on the local cultural aspects required for properly conducting myself. 

Kate made a few phone calls and within four hours we had met two of 5 people she thought could help educate me on local business issues before I attended my scheduled business meetings. Grateful, I took her out for a very nice dinner and chatted comfortably together. Kate was a bit shy, and possibly a little intimidated with our professional relationship, but she more than held her own. 

Later, Kate took me to Tito Rey for highly rated Filipino food. I really wanted to try out the restaurant before entertaining my guests later that week. Dinner was great, and Kate carefully introduced me to the local seafood cuisines including Bagoong which is a fish delicacy, Tahong (steamed Mussels), all served with Gulay (cooked vegetables).

Kate ordered Chicken Adobo, which is chicken cooked in a sweet soy sauce and vinegar and served with rice. She shared her adobo with me, and I should have figured out who she was from this episode. 

Kate ordered all these different foods for me to try, and to share them with me, she would place the food on her fork, then lean towards me, placing her free hand on my lap, and then feeding me the food of choice. 

For my part, I kept giving Kate more and more wine with dinner, finding all kinds of things to toast to so I could keep her drinking. 

For dessert Kate ordered Leche Flan which is a sweet custard type of dessert, and again, her hand found its way to my lap when she was feeding me the dessert!

Kate is interesting that way. She is obviously very independent, but also loves to serve the man she is with. I enjoyed the evening greatly, mostly because of the time I spent with Kate, but I wasn't convinced of the restaurant. So, I mentioned to Kate that we would have to try another restaurant tomorrow night. She seemed happy to oblige me with that task.

At the end of the night, we agreed to meet the next morning in the hotel lobby and after hailing down a cab like a New Yorker, and I prepaid the driver and he whisked her away. I also tried to give her money for tomorrows cab ride, but Kate turned it down.

That night, had my usual extra glasses of wine to help me sleep, but I woke up in the middle of the night with a huge erection, after having a dream about Kate, and her hand in my lap. I knew this was not good so, I tried to completely avoid the situation and thought about other things going back to sleep without any personal satisfaction.

The next morning, Kate was in the lobby smiling like the sun shines again and she helped me find the cup of coffee I desperately needed. I wasn't much of a coffee drinker, but the jet lag was still hitting me hard. I noticed her tall thin physique a little more, in the vexing, but conservative pant suit she wore. As she led me to the coffee shop, though the crowd, I couldn't help but notice her cute ass, and long legs. My weakness for sure! 

Every few moments she would turn her head back to me to make sure she didn't lose me in the crowd. I'm not sure, but I think she caught me thoroughly checking out her ass. The jet lag destroyed my normally quick reactions. Call me crazy, but after that, Kate added an extra bounce to her step that made her rear jiggle just a little more. 

We got to our next appointment a 10 am, but we had the rest of the day free. She needed to attend the business dinner I hosted that night, but it was going to be to time consuming for her to go home then return, so we both hesitantly agreed to do some work in my room. 

We kept the atmosphere very professional, but now there was some electricity going on between us. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on, but, I couldn't help but thinking more about her sexually, as well as professionally. And, I could be crazy, but I am sure she felt the same way. The more she caught me, the more she responded with her own flirtations, and exhibitions.

As the afternoon dragged on and we each had finished our emails, and scrawled out our notes, our talk became much more playful and without thinking, I very naturally touched her arm a couple of times, and she responded with her gorgeous smile and touching me back. I quickly covered up my growing excitement, but, I think she caught me, because she blushed and looked away. But only after taking another quick peak after I covered myself with a few papers I pretended to read.

We both freshened up for dinner, and I thought more about Kate in the bathroom, and my imagination started to wander. I just felt the need to go into the next room and take her. I just imagined her wanting it so bad like she had shown earlier. To my imagination, she would explode in fiery orgasms the moment my hardened cock touched her. But, business was business. I splashed some cold water on my face and got back to work with my temptress.

Before leaving, Kate spent a few moments teaching me a few more local customs required for gaining trust and intimacy. It was then that it happened. There was a spark, for a moment, where we both knew what was happening. For a moment we just looked deeply into each others eyes, and then we quickly regained our composure and hurriedly left for dinner. I was almost certain Kate had the same ideas in her mind as I did.

Dinner was great and it was only successful because Kate was there helping me work with the businessmen I was meeting with. So afterward while we had yet to discuss the work accomplished and the work still to be done, I suggested we do so in the exclusive hotel bar. To my surprise, Kate not only agreed, but agreed enthusiastically. 

On our way there in the cab, I was looking at a document that had some Philippine tax stamps attached and asked Kate to tell me about it. To my utter surprise, she leaned very close to me, gently touching my leg and slowly explained how you can tell the validity of the stamps. When she was done, Kate didn't bother to remover her hand, but simply looked up into my eyes with her incredible smile and killer eyes. 

We slowly moved closer, just like you see in the movies, but before our lips touched, we arrived at the hotel, startling both of us. As I stepped out of the car, I very awkwardly covered my excitement with the papers, when Kate, feeling mischievous, suggested that she carry them for me, since she was my employee. As I stuttered a response, she reached down a grabbed the papers, taking a long look at my embarrassment and then looked me right in the eye. "Don't you know that Filipino women love to serve the men they are with?" she said with a wink.

I just about died. She was pushing her own limits, but I was well over mine but I still had misgivings about mixing business with pleasure. "Here, let me help you. I know where the bar is, just follow me," she smiled with glee knowing what she was accomplishing.

I had 2 drinks quickly while Kate savored hers. At that point, of course, I was much more open to having fun and I let my guard down and became my playful animated self, and for the first time I flirted with Kate for a bit. Soon, I was telling her stories, feigning the need for privacy and whispering the stories in her ear while placing one hand across her lap, while cupping her ear. For her part, Kate like my pursuit and became the willing prey, encouraging me, while keeping a bit aloof. She was an expert in keeping men off balance, and completely controlling their pursuit of her.

This woman had been driving me crazy, erotically speaking, for a two nights now, and I knew I wanted to make this happen or I was going to find myself sleep walking in the hotel hallways looking for her with my throbbing, dripping erection. So, I decided that we needed to celebrate and toast our successes. My strategy was working, and we quickly needed more drinks, to which I began to toast Kate for her successfully managing our efforts up to now. Whether Kate fell for the ploy, or she pursued it I'm not sure. However, unceremoniously, I told Kate that we should put our paperwork upstairs before we lose it. 

At that point, Kate was hesitant. I think her fantasy of a foreign business romance was becoming too real for her, and she realized it would not be the best situation for her professional goals. So, I gave her a little bit of pressure, "Kate, if you want, here is my key, you can bring my papers upstairs if you want without me, if you don't trust me."

She knew she would be stepping over the line by offending me, so she quickly retreated, and apologized for any inference she made, bowing her head down low. 

I looked at her, placing my hand under her chin, pulling it up and emphasized that Americans are not easily offended and quickly accepted her apology. Kate burst into her natural sunshine beaming smile again.

As we went up the elevator, I started thinking of what a mistake this was going to be, but Kate then started flirting with me again, and I thought, "Maybe she's the kind of girl who likes to be taken. The hell with it, just go for it!" 

But, as we entered my room, I chickened out. I'm not the kind of guy who just rapes a girl because she flirted with him a little too much. So we put the papers on the table, and I turned to Kate and just grabbed both of her hands, "Look, I guess I'm more tired than I thought. Let's just pick up tomorrow morning where we left off. Ok?"

Kate's beautiful brown eyes narrowed as she looked at me quizzically, "Ok, do you want to meet me at Starbuck's again, or do you want me to come up here first thing?"

"Oh, let's meet at Starbuck's. I'm still on US time." then, I leaned into her to kiss her on the cheek, and Kate pushed her hand in front of me, wanting to shake my hand good night.

"Good night!" I smiled slightly.

"Good night. Catch up on your sleep, sleepy head!" she smiled as she turned to leave.

Man, was I glad I didn't jump her. She didn't even want to kiss me good night! I can just see myself in jail tomorrow if I went through with my plan.

I took off my clothes, brushed my teeth and decided to just sleep naked to enjoy the cool hotel room air, and maybe Ill wake up thinking of Kate and enjoy myself.

It was our third day together, and Kate and I have been getting along brilliantly, maybe too much so. I have been feeling my attraction to her, and she responds directly every situation, showing her attraction as well. 

Like today, for instance, since we had mostly free time to explore the city, she wore a dark pant suit that had a short vest, with a log cut white silk shirt underneath, with a low cupped bra. What got me excited though was she also was wearing a bright red thong that rode above her pants. 

And, she obviously wore her thong for my benefit, and used it extensively against me.

Now, without knowing her, I swear Kate must have had a wet dream about me this morning when she woke up and was on a sexual warpath with me. When she arrived at the Starbuck's (our regular meeting place, now) she wore her usual brilliant smile, and gave me a quick hug, instead of a hand shake. It seemed like she held the hug a moment longer than was customary, and she obviously pressed her breasts into me, so I clearly felt their firmness and size against my chest.

We have been talking a lot about our personal lives, getting to know each other more intimately than you would get to know business associates. We haven't spoken about anything sexual, by any means, but there is always an underlying sexual subtlety in our conversations.

I think I have been more open to her in the beginning. I don't know why. I just like her and trust her and enjoy sharing myself with her. After getting over being my employee, learning to look at me as a business associate, she opened up considerably. Talking about school, and the things that we all experienced there, horrible and mean professors, really nice and brilliant professors, students of the opposite sex, college social situations, etc. I told her of a ribald story or two from my college days. Nothing too explicit, but enough to give her a flavor that I wasn't some boring stuffed up old man (anything older than 35 must be an old man to her!)

Anyhow, that morning at Starbuck's she kept dropping things, like her straw, her pen, her notebook, etc. And, every time she bent over to pick up those things, she made sure to bend over with her back to me, showing me her beautiful red woven silk thong! Then, as I got more excited, she did the same thing, bending over with her front to me, just the right way to show my her deep cleavage and her very low cut bra, which, by the way, allowed her breasts to hang loose inside the bra when she bent over, flashing her gorgeous darkish pink nipples in front of me hungry eyes.

I swear she must have practiced that move for hours to get it down so perfect. I just don't know if she did that just for me, or if that is how she acts with other men. I like to think she was doing that specifically for me.

Then, as we were leaving, I grabbed my map to get a feel for the city streets, and Kate, then pressed her breasts against my arm. No matter where I tried to move my arm to get it away from her breast, she was able to press them against is again.

But, the kicker was this, though. And, it is a real killer! This shows so perfectly what a mischievous little elf Kate really is! On our way back to the hotel from Starbuck's we were waiting for the elevator. A lot of people were checking out of the hotel, so it was running slow and a large group had congregated waiting for the next elevator to arrive.

When it finally arrived, since we were first, we went straight to the back of the elevator, and I turned my back to the left wall of the elevator, while Kate stood perpendicular to me with her back to the back wall. With her effusive smile (or, should I say, mischievous smile - because she was up to no good!), Kate kept encouraging everyone to come into the elevator.

Soon, the elevator was packed and we were all squished very tightly together like sardines in a can. At that point, she moved her notebook from her left hand to her right hand, and let her right hand fall down to her side. 

Then, as the crowd filled the elevator, the back of her hand was pressed firmly against my hardening cock which was dangling loose in my boxers. Once it found its target, Kate did not move her hand an inch. This was very natural, or so it would seem except for the fact that she had this huge shit eating grin on her face, and she kept babbling about the walk in the park we were going on today, and the shaved ice this one vendor had. 

She became very animated and kept bouncing her body as she spoke, and even though she kept her hand pressed against my cock, (she knew exactly where it was, and what it was touching), Kate also kept moving her hand around my cock, touching it harder and softer, and moving it up and down. 

Oh, my God! This woman is so bad! By the 12th floor, I was about to orgasm! I became so hard that I was about to die in the elevator (and, wet my pants)! When we finally reached the 20th floor, Kate finally turned to me, coincidently removing her hand from my crotch. When she got out of the elevator she very apologetically asked if I could carry her day timer for me, because she had get a stone out of her shoe.

Thank god this girl had some mercy! It really would have been too embarrassing for me to leave the elevator like that, even if she was the only one to see me. 

When we got out, she leaned down, again showing me her dark pink nipples, removed her right high heel, shook it - nothing came out - and put it back on. Then, she feigned subservience, and tried to take her day timer back. We had a brief struggle, which I won, then, as we walked down the hall way, she quickly grabbed the day timer from me, without warning leaving me completely exposed in the hall way.

Finally, the coup de grace is Kate walked a couple steps in front of me, dropped her day timer on the floor right in front of me, and bent over to pick it up with her perfect ass just inches in front of me - just at the perfect height, causing me to bump into her! Right there in the hallway, that way! I mean, what kind of girl does this? What does she really want? 

Well, after I bumped into her - which I totally enjoyed, and dreamt about anyhow! - Kate knelt down a looked up to me, holding her book under her breasts, pushing them up. Then, with the most innocent angelic voice, perfectly pitched so it sounded perfectly sincere, "Oh, I am so sorry! Did I step in front of you? I feel so clumsy this morning! Like I woke up a bad way... you know what mean?" beaming her brilliant smile to me. 


International Relations



Finally, without warning, she grabbed my hand, which was covering myself, pulled it away and pulled herself up, taking a moment to look straight at my crotch, which was reaching new heights now. 

At that moment, some people were leaving their room just ahead of us. Of course, I stood there, completely dumbfounded, by Kate's erotic blitz on me this morning, completely conquered. She then hurriedly pulled me to my room, so as not to show my compromised situation. 

When we finally arrived, she closed the door and leaned against it facing me with her brilliant, but evil smile. 

I sat down to hide my shame by sitting down in the desk chair, then Kate ran over to me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up to show me the view of the tall ship arriving in the harbor. She never let go of my hand, until she started pointing our new sights, and she then put that hand on my shoulder and leaned on me, keeping me captive in my manly humility. 

I think that is what I love so much about her, is she is so iconoclastic, and ribald in her humor and teasing! She just doesn't have the normal boundaries.

Well, I then told her we needed to get our presentation together for the meeting in two days. Kate offered to help me make it more local looking. So, I excused myself to the bathroom for a moment of respite. It took a few moments to calm my excitement down, and quite a few splashes of cold water. When I finally got back to her, she was on the internet looking up local Filipino pictures online to put into my presentation. I also saw that she took a moment and was looking for jpgs on my computer, as well but I thought nothing of it.

Kate found some great shots for my slides, and we then got a little hungry and decided to walk in the park. Kate was still introducing me to the local cuisines and sights. 

It was pretty warm outside so Kate brought me to a shaved ice vendor and we each got a shaved ice cone. These are made by cart vendors who have a block of clear blue ice and a special shaver that shaves the ice into a very fine, soft powder. Then, they pour any one of a variety of delicious natural fruit flavors onto the cone. It really is a great dessert, because it isn't heavy like ice cream, is naturally sweet and cold so it cools you off from the hot (90 degrees F) and humid (90%) Manila weather. 

Kate is great in how she explains everything to me, and really serves me all my food, like my own private geisha girl. Hehe... She really knows how to make a person feel important and wanted (not including her mischievous disposition!)

But, again, she can really push the envelope. We were sitting on a park bench, talking about home life, boyfriends (hers, not mine! LOL), and things. We had eaten about half of our ice cones, and they were beginning to drip. Kate suddenly became insistent on my tasting her cone and kept pushing it forward. I finally relented and tried a taste, and then at that exact moment, her cone dripped a few large drops right on my crotch. 

Kate immediately apologized, profusely, and knelt down on the ground in front of me, between my legs, and immediately, took out a Kleenex from her purse.

"I'm very sorry. Let me clean that up for you," she licked the Kleenex with her tongue to wet it and moved her hand to my crotch, like she was reaching for a banana rather than cleaning up a spill. 

The amazing thing about Kate was she was such an incredible tease, and, she could do it so absolutely naturally, and you really can't scold her for being so naughty. I mean, she was kneeling in front of me in public and practically giving me a hand job.  

Yet, you knew this was entirely contrived. She knew her cone was going to drip, and somehow she made it drip exactly where she wanted it to drip. I knew all this was contrived because of her smile. Kate has one of those smiles that lights up the room, and is very natural. Now, her smile was one of those where you just can't stop smiling. You know, when you're smiling and you're trying not to smile, but that just makes you smile even more! Kate just smiled at me, while rubbing my pants. And, it wasn't really the type of rubbing that would clean up a spot. No, Kate was essentially giving me a hand job, in Manila's central park, with hundreds of people all around us.

I quickly had a hard on. I mean, she already has me on edge anyhow. I find that just thinking about her for any reason gets me excited. I'm walking about like a 14 years old boy all day long when she's with me. Kate must have taken psychology classes at school, because she has me trained better than Pavlov's Dog! It is like the Normandy onslaught by the Allies, it just doesn't end. And, while it seems random and confused it is really well choreographed and extremely well thought out. 

To make it worse, her long hair had fallen onto my lap as well. As she moved, her hair softly licked my thighs in the most erotic way. I almost spread my legs wider and let out a moan. Then, she drove me crazy by bobbing her head back and forth, side to side and her hair gently swayed across my lap, like a thousand fingers softly massaging my thighs for the sole purpose of arousing me.

Then, for a moment, Kate, closed her eyes, and slowed her hand movements, like she was concentrating on something. Just for a moment or two... then she opened her eyes again. Without changing her hand motion, she looked up into my eyes with a very serious look on her face...her smile was gone and she had the look of a longing woman just before you slide your cock into her for the first time.

I was really feeling a bit awkward with the situation. To my relief, she finally said with a very somber face, all dry now and patted my crotch lightly twice (directly on my erection) before standing up. Then she just sat back down next to me, as if it was the most normal thing to do. I couldn't help but be amazed at how naturally she pulled the whole thing off and then sit down, nonchalantly with that brilliant, but wicked smile on her face. Just amazing! I sat there stunned, and amazed.

The real question becomes, what do I do with this girl? Do I respond to her in kind? Do I start to tease her back? Do I fire her? Do I just create a situation up in my room and simply take her? I think I might try to test her a little later. I don't want to do anything too overt, in case she likes to tease, and not deliver; or simply wants to be in control of her own naughtiness. My business work is too valuable and important to mess up for simply a fling.

We had just a little time left to work on my presentation, and Kate said she needed about 30 minutes to finish putting local scenes into the presentation. So, I let her into my room and went downstairs to get another cup of coffee and fresh air. 

"Kate, did you want anything to eat?"

"No, you've got a bowl of chips here I can munch on if I need something."

"Ok, I'll be back in 25-35 minutes."

"Bye!" 

"Bye!"

After getting to the Starbuck's I decided I couldn't drink another drop of coffee, and I didn't want anything to eat, so I went back to the hotel and decided I would rather hang out in my room, and maybe even lie down for a few minutes.

As I approached my room, I heard moans inside. I was wondering if Kate had hurt herself. Then, I heard another moan, and a woman having an orgasm. "Was Kate fucking some chick in my room?" I thought. "No, she couldn't be." I quietly slid my key into the door, and when the lock light turned green, I quietly opened the door enough to see inside. 

Kate was watching something on my laptop, and rubbing her nipples. I couldn't see that well, but it also looked like she was gyrating her hips in the chair. She let out another soft moan while switching her hand from one breast to the other. I just watched her for a few more seconds, and then just walked in.

Kate jumped in her seat, and her eyes got huge. She knew she was busted. 

"So, how is the presentation coming?" I smiled.

"Uh, fine. I was just getting some more...you know sometimes you have to."

"What are you watching?" I walked over to the laptop to look at the screen.

Kate quickly tried to change the screen. But, I could see the file names she had pulled up on the internet, Bang Brothers Teenage blow jobs and another Japanese Girls. Who knows what else she was watching.

"Did you finish the presentation?" I examined her.

"Yes, it's all done!" her eyes looked away.

"Oh, I was saving that banana for later with my cereal."

"I'm sorry Alex; I didn't think you wanted it. I was hungry."

"No, that's fine. You were working hard. I see you also ate all the chips. Did you need to wash your fingers to get the oil off them? I wouldn't want you to dirty your pretty silk shirt!" I moved my eyes to her nipples which were soiled with potato chip oils.

Kate then covered her breasts with her hands. 

"No, I ..uh,, you see... I was looking for... then the maid came..." 

Kate couldn't lie for her life. So, since she abused me so much this morning, I decided to abuse her back. I went to the bathroom and wet two face cloths and went back to her and grabbed her hands from her breasts. Kate just looked up to me in complete subjection. This was the first time I had seen her like this since our first morning together.

After washing her left hand I grabbed her right hand and washed it. I put that cloth down and grabbed the other, "oh, look at that. You must have had an itch. Here let me help you with this, since your hands are so dirty." Then, I slowly reached for her breast, and Kate's eyes grew even larger, if it were possible. Finally, after seemingly minutes, my hand reached her breast and I softly rubbed the fabric similar to how Kate had cleaned my pants in the park.

My eyes never left Kate's. I was in complete control.

I moved my other hand to support her left breast from underneath, while continuing to rub the stained fabric covering her nipple. Kate's eyes relaxed and showed more passion, then closed and she let slip a soft moan. 

"So, Kate, how is it your blouse got so dirty? Did you have difficulty with the presentation? Anything challenges I can help with? Let's see, how many times did you help me today with all my difficulties?"

Just then, she opened her eyes and looked up to me with a look of longing I hadn't seen in years. 

I knew this was my cue so I moved my hand from under her breast to unbuttoning it. Look, I can't clean this while you are wearing it. Were going to have to have the hotel clean this because it is impossible to get oil off silk...

Kate started to protest, but I already had her shirt half unbuttoned. When I removed it, she quickly held her hands over her breasts to cover up. 

"Don't worry; I have a spare shirt for you to wear!" I laughed mocking her.

"But, your bra is still soiled. Well have to clean that too or it will re-stain your blouse."

With that, Kate's eyes got huge, "No!" she said softly. "No! I can't."

I had already grabbed a spare shirt, stood Kate up. I knew I owned her at this moment and was really enjoying having my turn back at her from all the torture and embarrassment she gave me today. After helping her put her shirt on, I buttoned it, while she looked submissively into my eyes. Then, I went behind her, and unbuttoned her bra and removed it. She protested a bit, but not much.

There, it is a bit loose, but well have your shirt back in 2 hours... in time for dinner.

While Kate was standing next to me, I sat in front of the computer, and started to open the window with the porn she was watching. "So, can I see this impressive presentation you put together for me?"

"Well, uh, hey I have a couple of things I really need to finish. So, why don't you call the restaurant to make sure they are ready for us? And when you get done, I'll show you the presentation." Kate said while pulling up the presentation itself.

Smart girl! I couldn't think of a reason to say no, so I made the call, all while looking over my shoulder at what she was removing. When I was done, she was done cleaning up. I know what she was doing, but I didn't have anything on her yet.

Her shirt came back and she changed into it and a cute black skirt, then we left for dinner at the Aristocrat. Tonight we had a few Chinese guests, but it wasn't the big dinner we needed later in the week. The restaurant had a really private alcove for us, giving us privacy. And, dinner was successful, and towards the end I asked Kate to go check on the bill, which was taking forever. 

After she left several of the men commented on how lucky I was to have a girl as smart as she was working with me. It was interesting, but their comments were such that showed they were in awe and fully of respect for her. 

Then, they all starting joking about how great she must be in bed, and how her legs must wrap around her lover like a vise, and how gorgeous her dark pink nipples must be! One of the guys actually stood up and motioned like he would be fucking her doggy style on the table while telling us the bonus he would give her for her excellent work. They all loved that joke! Back home I'd go to jail for making jokes like that!

Just then, Kate returned with the bill, and the group broke up. 

As Kate and I sat in the cab for our 15 minutes ride back to the hotel I leaned back and Kate draped her legs over mine to stretch out. I pointed out an interesting building as we passed it, and then nonchalantly dropped my hand onto her lap. I wasn't being as aggressive as she was, but I was a starting to be a bit forward. 

As I praised Kate for her professional work tonight, my mind fell back to the men talk earlier. It seems like aggressive sexual behavior is tolerated and even respected in this post Spanish culture. 

So, being a little drunk, and uninhibited, and certainly incredibly horny from Kate's constant sexual teasing, I let my restless hand play with the hem of her skirt, and somehow I managed to pull it halfway up her thigh. Then Kate got a little defensive... And grabbed my hand and held it, and told me how much she enjoyed working with me. Her response was much smoother and more sophisticated than my own effort. 

So, then I changed our discussion back to her personal life, and that made Kate's eyes light up. She always responds brilliantly to these discussions with me. Finally, Kate admitted that she has had some boyfriends in the past, and although she wasn't promiscuous, she had already had sex with a few guys. Then Kate's eyes turned a bit sad when she told me that she had really been hurt before and don't really want to trust again too soon. I felt a bit sad for Kate, "maybe that's why she's been mischievous," I thought. My hand had made its way to her mid thigh, and rested there, and Kate responded by rubbing it and patting it, moving my hand slightly closer to its goal. As our cab traversed along the Manila streets, Kate's bright white panties flashed periodically from the street lights. I think Kate knew, because her wicked smile grew with each flash from the passing lights.

Again, our eyes met and our faces were drifting closer and were about to kiss when we arrived back at the hotel. I exited the taxi and Kate stayed in it to go home...... Since we really didn't have anything to do until the afternoon, Kate suggested that we go someplace to relax before the big presentation. I readily agreed. I paid the taxi for her trip and we agreed to meet the next morning in the hotel lobby at the coffee shop there.

In my room, I had four drinks to help me relax and get into the time zone, and slept nude, knowing that I was going to be thinking about Kate that night.

The next thing I know, I'm dazed and just waking up and something isn't right... Kate is trying to wake me up.... "Alex, Alex! Wake up! We're going to be very late!"

Not being awake and not thinking, I threw the sheets off displaying my throbbing morning boner, still not aware of what is going on.

"Alex.. You have to wake up. We have 15 minutes to be at the meeting!" Her hands now holding my face. 

"Where am I? Who...? What..?" I stood up and walked to the bathroom, not noticing Kate in her white skirt, and yellow silk blouse, and white high heels. 

I turned, "Kate what are you doing here? What's going on?"

"You overslept! We were supposed to meet downstairs an hour ago, silly!" she said while glancing at my still throbbing boner.

I noticed her entrancement with my cock, I step closer to her. Kate backs off. "No, Alex, we have to go to the meeting. Their going to sign you papers. It's $32 million dollars. You have to get there." 

"I didn't say a word and I just took Kate towards me, kissed her harshly, and ripped her blouse open. "No! No! What are you doing? Please stop Alex!"

Without saying a word, I ripped off her skirt revealing shear white bikini panties that perfectly outline her jet black pubic bush.

"No, Mr. Alex, no I can't! I work for you! Stop, please!"

I pulled up her bra, scratching her nipples in the process and bury my mouth on her nipples. I savagely bit them like a lion bites his living meal.

Now, Kate is fighting me back fiercely, thrashing her hands against me, kicking her legs in every direction to get loose. 

In one motion, I ripped her panties off and spread her legs wide as Kate tried hard to close them tightly... I sank my nails into her inner thighs and brutally rip her legs apart, leaving heavy scratches in the soft, tender white skin of her inner thighs. A little blood shows.

Kate is now crying, begging, "No, please Mr. Alex, No!" Her hands no covering her face as I bury my face in her femininity. I start eating her pussy like I have never seen one before. Like a starving man who hasn't eaten in 10 days. 

I sucked the skin right next to her pussy hair line, and then ran my tongue through her wispy cunt hair, smelling her feminine scent, tasting her feminine flavors. My tongue brutalizes her cunt hole, probing it like it is a tiny brutal cock. Kate's legs squeeze my head tightly, out of enjoyment mixed with defensive aggression.

"No, Mr. Alex! Please stop! Please!" 

I lifted my head for a moment, "Stop it! You know you want it! Now, either you do exactly as I want, or I'll destroy your life at your school! You will never work again!"

"Mr. Alex, its $32 million! Your meeting! You have to be there!" Kate tried reasoning with me.

"I don't care. This is worth $32 million!"

My tongue finds Kate's clit and I bite it hard, sending a shockwave through her body. Then I sucked it for about 3 minutes, making it fill and swell with blood, making it extremely sensitive. Her juices swirl into my mouth as they pour out of her cunt. I drank them up like a sailor drinks on leave. I savor her pussy and cunt like I have never experienced one before.

Then, I throw her to her knees and shove my cock into her with a single great thrust!

Kate screams in pain as I rammed her tight pussy and she tries to flee me, but I'm just too strong and held her by her hips ramming my cock into her again, and again and again.... each time causing her to scream in pain. Finally, I shot my load into her. It gushes out like water from a broken faucet and pours out of her cunt onto the bed. Gobs of cum flowed out of Kate's pussy.

Then, I grab Kate by her hair and pulled my cock out and brutally shoved it into her mouth hitting the back of her throat immediately. I force her to lie on her back on the bed and I literally fucked her mouth like it is a cunt, ramming my cock down her throat, making her gag all while she is still crying about just being raped.

Finally, I cum in her mouth, flowing again like a faucet with gobs and gobs of steaming hot cum pouring into Kate's mouth, mixing with her tears. Kate starts to choke as I ram my final thrust into her mouth, then withdraw my cock.

I lean back in my bed, satiated. Finally, I had Kate. I fucked her.... I fucked her good!




International Relations



Ring! Ring! The phone rings. "Alex, Are you ok?" It's Kate. "We were supposed to meet downstairs 20 minutes ago. It's morning. Are you ok? Do you need anything?"

Kate's beautiful voice sang like music in my ears. My cock was still hard and there was cum all over my hands and gobs sticking to my brown curly pubes. I reflected a moment... It was just a dream. "Oh God, what has this girl done to me? Now I'm having wet dreams about her!"

I brought my hand to rub my face, smearing cum all over my right cheek. "Ahh!"

"What is that Alex? Is everything ok? Do you need me to come up there right now?" Kate's voice rang with sincere concern.

"No.. No! Im just.. I just.. I overslept... sorry! I'll be down in 15 minutes."

to be continued...



International Relations



I got off the conference call with mixed feelings. My employer was sending me to the home office in Switzerland for training on new equipment. This was a rare opportunity, as the company usually brought the instructor to the States because of costs. Normally, two or three technicians would go for the classes, but the new product was expensive, and expected to have limited appeal for very specific clients. Management decided I was likely to have one of the first units installed, so I was being sent to training by myself.

I enjoy an adventure every now and then, but being sent to a country where I don't speak the language for four weeks seemed a bit daunting. Not that it was really all that bad...nearly everyone there speaks English, and since technicians come from all over the world, classes are in English as well. My biggest regret was that my wife couldn't come with me. The trip was for work, not pleasure, and she couldn't get away from her own job anyway. I had been overseas before, but always on a guided vacation tour, and at 27 years old, I was hardly a world traveler.

My wife, however, seemed much more excited about the situation than I was. "This is really cool, babe." She said, genuinely envious of the opportunity. "It just makes you more valuable, and harder to get rid-of."

"I know you're right...and given the lay-offs that have been going around, it certainly adds a layer of security." I replied, rubbing her shoulder and bending down to nibble her ear. "What I'll miss most is taking care of you."

"I'm sure I'll miss being taken care of." Sue said as she reached back to squeeze my crotch. "But somehow, I'm sure we'll be able to manage...it's really not that long." She then spun around, lowered my jeans, and took my swelling member into her mouth. 

Sue and I have been married for three years, and our sex-life is more than fulfilling. We spent as much time making love as we could before my departure. I knew I would miss her...but it wasn't like I was going off to war. Still, I didn't protest the extra attention I was getting. 

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The time finally arrived, and I found myself stumbling around, finally managing to find the hotel in a village 30 minutes outside of Zurich. The first few days were confusing, but I soon mastered the train schedules, and found that being able to function wasn't as hard as I imagined. The classes were filled with about a dozen guys from around the world...some speaking English better than others...and not a single female. The type of job I have is typically male-dominated, but I thought there might be at least one lady to add variety to the mix. I spent a lot of time with two guys from Scotland, and one from Croatia. We would debate which of the five local restaurants to dine each evening, and sometimes taking the train to Zurich for more variety. The other three were single, in their early-to-mid twenties, and often wanted to hit the bars, cruising for women. I usually went along, but often felt like the odd-man-out, since I was married and not interested in any international flings. The guy from Croatia was particularly talented at picking-up women. We called him "Ivan", though his name was longer and more complicated than that. He claimed to speak "American bad-ass", and not English, since he learned most of the language from Die-Hard and other movies. Ivan was my partner in most of the group-work for the classes, and we got along well. 

"Why you go to bars and not get the pussy?" Ivan asked in broken English, tainted with a Russian-like accent. "Woman with me had sister...wanted you bad." 

Ivan had been teasing me good-naturedly for the past week, though he knew I was married and not at all interested. "It seems to me that you're good at the meet-and-greet, but not so good at closing the deal." I said, taunting him. "Maybe you should give-up "on the pussy" and just stick to your right hand for the next three weeks."

"I know, I know...must be off my game." Ivan said with a laugh. "Anyway...I'm left-handed."

By the end of the second week, the Scottish guys had to leave. They were doing the training in stages, and were due to return in two months. This left just Ivan and myself to argue over dining choices and weekend entertainment. It also led to an unexpected problem with the hotel rooms. The hotel wasn't anything fancy...just clean and friendly. Most of the rooms were very small...amounting to a twin-size bed against a wall, and a small desk...but at least had private baths. My room, however, was a bit larger and had two twin beds pushed together to form a double bed. My colleagues gave me shit nearly every day about having the "luxury suite", while they returned to their "cells". When the Scotts left, they also mistakenly bumped Ivan out of his room. They couldn't rectify the situation for three days, so Ivan either had to move two villages down on the train line, or find someone to share a room. Like an idiot, I offered to let him stay for three days, knowing that moving would be a major hassle for him. At least the hotel gave us free meal vouchers for the headache. 

"I am grateful for this, Steve." Ivan said sincerely. "I will do best to avoid bother to you."

"No problem, man. I just wish I could do more about the beds. There's no room to spread them further apart...at least they are two separate beds."

"Good enough for three days." Ivan said with a sigh and shrugging his shoulders. "Choices are not many."

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The first night went fairly well...at least Ivan didn't snore. Neither of us, however, had packed with the intention of sharing a room. I had a t-shirt and one pair of boxers, so I made that my sleeping attire, while Ivan wore only a pair of low-rise briefs. I'm not an overly modest person, and Ivan didn't seem to be either, so it really wasn't much of an issue. I woke up the next morning before Ivan so we could stagger our showers. I looked over and saw him on his back, with an obvious morning erection. I laughed to myself, and threw a blanket over him to protect his modesty before heading to the bathroom. I had finished showering, and was brushing my teeth when Ivan came in the room, stark naked, and started taking a piss. 

"Dude...give me a minute, and you can have the whole room to yourself." I said, with a mouthful of toothpaste.

"Sorry...had pressing urge. I have nothing not seen yourself, but will be more careful of you." Ivan said apologetically.

"Not really a big deal." I offered, feeling a bit foolish, but not knowing why. "Living in close quarters anyway...thought maybe I was taking too long for you."

"No, is fine...do as you need." Ivan replied, sounding relieved he hadn't embarrassed me. 

Ivan then stepped into the shower while I finished my last few tasks. I'm not in the habit of staring at other guys, but I suppose everyone has taken the "locker room glance" every now and then. I was mildly envious of Ivan's physique...he had a very muscular upper-body, small waist, and well-toned legs. Not quite as ripped as a male gymnast, but damn close. My build, on the other hand, was more like a swimmer's physique...lean and toned through years of tennis and soccer. He had light skin and dark hair, which he apparently kept trimmed. I have a naturally smooth body, a moderate tan, and dark blond hair. Becoming self-conscious over my curiosity, I looked away and stepped out of the bathroom to get dressed. 

I was tying my shoe when Ivan stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing, and walked over to his suitcase. "Your shower sprays much better than mine."

"It's pretty good, unless the neighbors are in the shower at the same time." I offered casually, trying not to notice his half-hard cock bouncing only a foot away from me as he crossed the room. 

I was not at all shocked or concerned that he walked around nude. I've been through all that shit before with locker rooms and living in college dorms. I probably wouldn't have thought anything about it all, except he was obviously half-aroused....his uncut cock hanging slightly curved and swaying between his legs. 

Ivan must have noticed my attempt to look anywhere but directly toward him. "Please excuse...needed to take care of the wood." Ivan said calmly as though describing the weather. 

"Uh...alright...we've all been there." I said, slightly embarrassed and amused at his sudden confession. "Probably more information than I needed, though."

"Relax...is just body function...like sneezing." Ivan chortled as he put on his clothes. "Is nothing to me...again, I will be careful of you."

"Whatever, man...it's just a few days. Can't imagine anything you could do that would really shock me."

We left the room, walked to the train, and rode to work as we had done for the last several days. The situation wasn't ideal, but at least it wouldn't last long. 

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After work, we decided to just to have dinner at the bar and drink a few beers. At least that was the plan...a girl stepped-in that night that we had not seen before, and Ivan was making advances within minutes. They danced most of the night, and the lady spent a considerable amount of time grinding her ass into Ivan's lap. It was getting late, and I needed to call home, so I left Ivan (as he would say), to "get the pussy". After catching up with Sue, and having her tease me with some hot phone sex, I went to bed. It had been nearly two hours since I left Ivan at the bar, so I figured he had finally gotten lucky. About forty minutes later, I was half-asleep when Ivan entered the room...he wasn't alone. 

I could hear them kissing and fondling each other on the bed dangerously close to me. I wasn't sure what to do, but the situation quickly turned worse for Ivan as the lady gasped when she realized they weren't alone. They were whispering in German, so I didn't understand a word...but I got the sense she wasn't thrilled to have an audience. A few seconds later, with a slap on his face and the sound of the door closing, I figured Ivan had once again struck-out. 

"If it wasn't so late, dumbass...I could have been gone for a while. You should plan this shit better." I grumbled without turning over.

"Is not something I plan." Ivan huffed with frustration. "She was cunt anyway. Promised you would not touch her...maybe just watch."

"And she didn't go for that? How do you find these crazy bitches?" I said with deep sarcasm.

"Yeah, yeah...I hear you." Ivan replied as he got undressed and under the covers. "Just moment of weakness...horned like hell...not thinking."

"Obviously not." I mumbled into my pillow, not wanting to pursue the conversation further. "Try again another day...see you in the morning."

When I thought the evening couldn't get any weirder, I woke up at about four in the morning to the sound of muffled groans. The light in the room was very dim, but as I opened my eyes, I could clearly make out that Ivan was beating-off in the bed next to me. This seemed completely unnecessary, as he could easily go into the bathroom. Doing my best at pretending to be asleep, I turned over to have my back toward him and hoped he'd take it to the bathroom. There was a long period of silence with very little movement...but it became obvious he resumed activities after deciding I was in a deep slumber. I could hardly blame him for wanting to knock-one-off, Sue had me needing to bust a nut in the worst way, but this was ridiculous. I decided it was best to ignore it...at least until I heard one last stifled moan and felt a splat of warm fluid on my neck. That asshole had actually cum on me! I struggled with the urge to turn around and beat the shit out of him...but his behavior suggested he was surprised as well, whispering curse words under his breath while trying to quietly clean the mess he could find. 

The situation might have relieved some of Ivan's stress, but did nothing for me. The oversexed atmosphere had me dreaming of Sue's hot chat and imagining being in our bed together. I finally managed to drift back asleep, but the morning alarm brought more awkward moments. I reached to turn off the irritating buzzer, when I noticed a pillow had been placed on my lap. Given I had an insistent case of morning wood, I surmised that Ivan did for me what I had done for him the day before. 

Ivan was standing in the room, his hair damp and a towel around his waist. "I guess Sue filled your ear." He said with an uneasy grin...as though afraid of being caught doing something wrong. "I try to save your dignity."

"Oh...yeah...appreciate it man. Sorry to freak you out so early in the morning." I replied, running my hand through my crumpled hair and feeling something dry and flaky under my ear. 

"Is fine...just like sneezing...problem for everyone." Ivan said as he brushed his hair and a prominent bulge was outlined at the front of his towel. 

"Yeah...I guess so." I chuckled uneasily as I hid my erection behind my arm and stepped into the bathroom. It took a while, but my cock finally went down and I had a much needed piss. After I started the shower and stood under the water, Ivan came in to brush his teeth. The shower door was clear glass, and offered no privacy. Again, not something that would have bothered me at all...but last night's events seemed to add a touch of awkwardness. 

"Are you Jewish?" Ivan asked nonchalantly as I brushed the water off my body.

"Uh...no. Why?" I answered, confused by the seemingly random question.

"Your cock is cut. First I've seen like that." He said with absolute ease.

"Oh...well...still pretty common in the States. Doctors are getting away from it though." I replied nervously, feeling strange about having a conversation about my dick with another guy, and relative stranger. 

"Ah, yes...I have heard this. Seems a strange custom." He replied dismissively after putting on deodorant and turning to leave the room. 

I decided to just let it drop...I had no intention of discussing my circumcision the rest of the morning. We finished getting ready, and spent the rest of the day doing business as usual. I was glad to be occupied with work and not allowing my thoughts to linger over recent events. 

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Ivan and I met with some guys from Brazil for dinner, and had a great time trading stories in fractured English. It was getting late, and I told Ivan I was heading back to the hotel to call Sue.

"Oh sure...I give you time...don't let her tease you too long...not healthy." Ivan chided as I rose from the table. "This is last night of me bothering you. I won't be too late, so I can pack."

Of course, I knew he would probably try to score with some woman at a bar, and come back either drunk or pissed-off. It was great to talk with Sue again....but it didn't help to hear the soft buzz of her vibrator while she described how much she missed me. We were nearly ready to hang-up when I heard Ivan putting the key in the door. I quickly grabbed a pillow and put it in my lap to hide the arousal inside my boxers. "Well...I really should go, honey. Ivan's back, and we have to get up for work tomorrow."

Ivan heard my conversation, saw the pillow, and made the connection. "Sorry, friend...I will give more time...say "hi" for me."

I motioned for him to stay as Sue and I exchanged our last few words for the evening and hung-up the phone. "You're fine, man...just finished talking. No luck with the ladies tonight?"

"What do you think? All women in this village are either whores or don't like Croatians!" Ivan said in his thick eastern-block accent.

"That seems a little harsh. Not everyone wants to hop in bed right away, my friend."

Ivan took a deep sigh before speaking. "I know...you are right. We will both be home soon and everything forgotten. At least they could just say "no" right away...not give me hope."

"Guess we'll both just have to live without release for just a little longer. I'm sure it won't kill us." I said, offering no hint of what I saw him doing the night before. 

We spent a few more minutes bullshitting, and went to bed. I was glad to help him out, but not completely sorry to see him getting his own room tomorrow. 

The phone call with Sue had the same effect on my dreams as before. One scene seemed particularly vivid. Sue and I were on the beach where we had our honeymoon. We kissed passionately, her breasts firm and warm. Sue snaked her tongue down my chest, lowering my trunks and taking my cock into her mouth. Her tongue felt incredible as it traced the shaft of my prick...in fact...almost too incredible.

"What the shit!" I exclaimed as my eyes shot open wide and found Ivan licking my cock as it protruded from the fly of my boxers. I tried to move off the bed, but Ivan held me firmly in place...one hand at the base of my neck, and his body across my legs. 

"Relax...is good...relieves the pressure...like sneezing." He said calmly, while still restraining my movements. "Take deep breath...after reflex gone...then can kick my ass."

"Fucking straight, asshole! Just how the fuck is your mouth on my cock like sneezing!" I said nearly shaking in shock as I pushed my dick back in my shorts and sat up in the bed. "I should fucking kill you right now!"

Ivan had a look of deep disappointment on his face and his hands began to shake from nervousness. Sitting on the end of the bed, facing me...he took a few seconds before speaking. "I...I feel foolish...now that heat is gone from my head...don't know what I was thinking." Ivan rested his head in his hands, staring at the covers, while his own arousal subsided within the skimpy briefs. "Thought only to relieve tension...your dreams were troubled...thought could calm you."

"What kind of bullshit is that? I'm supposed to believe it was some noble, selfless act while you're sitting there with a hardon?!" I was pissed...and I struggled with the urge to start pummeling his face. "I don't give a shit what you're into...but I'm no fucking faggot!"

"No, no...please, not misunderstand...I love the pussy!" Ivan struggled to find the words as his broken English started to get even more fractured. "Have no good reasons...was looking at hard cock with no skin...just curious to see." Ivan stared at the ceiling, to avoid looking me in the eye. "We both horned-up...thoughts went too far."

My blood pressure was calming down, but I was still fuming over such a personal invasion. I had my own fleeting curiosities about Ivan's body...but at least I kept it to quick glances in the shower. I had nothing to add to the conversation. Ivan grabbed his blanket and slept on the floor...as far away from me as he could get. My heart was still pounding, but I finally managed to find sleep once more. 

I awoke several times from dreams involving making love to Sue...and Ivan's grip on my shaft. A cold shower seemed like a good idea, so I got up at three in the morning and stood under the stream...lazily stroking my cock and hoping to knock-one-off. Then I heard a knock on the door.

"I am very sorry to disturb...need to piss badly. You much longer?" Ivan asked meekly through the door.

I stared through the glass panel at the slightly-opened door, wondering how many more times I'd have to stifle a hard-on while he's around. I was just starting to work up a good boner, and knew it would take more than a few seconds to bring it down again. "Just do your thing and get out." I said curtly as I turned to face the wall...keeping my back to him as Ivan came in to relieve his bladder. I could hear the stream of urine entering the toilet as I closed my eyes...my head and hands touching the wall while the shower sprayed down my back. I just wanted Ivan to leave quickly, so I could get back to blowing off some steam. Sounds in the room indicated that Ivan had finished, and was rinsing his hands in the sink.

"Again...I am sorry...was wrong to do in that way." Ivan said, his words halting with nerves. "Maybe you'd be sleep by now if asked first." He continued with a nervous laugh, as though trying to make light of the situation. 




International Relations



I couldn't believe it...I could swear he practically asked to blow me. "If you're done, then get the fuck out." I said, staring at the drain as water trailed off my still-hard cock. 

"Yes...yes, of course...still angry with me." Ivan said as he turned for the door. "Much drink made me see you as open to ideas...not less of man...please forgive."

My irritation with him, and the continued delay in getting some release, conspired to build my frustration. Reading between the lines, I understood him to say that I was a narrow-minded homophobe. I have never held anyone's orientation against them. I've had some gay friends...I've done the junior-high circle-jerk with a buddy...saying "no" to an unsolicited blowjob hardly makes me an intolerant asshole. I didn't care if Ivan was straight, bi, opportunistic, or...whatever. Right now, I just wanted to be left alone. Without even fully realizing it, I just snapped. I was sexually frustrated, and just plain mad...and I decided that if Ivan wanted to keep nudging the issue, then I'd better be getting something out of it. 

"Fine...you fucking asshole!" I exclaimed while stepping quickly out the shower, grabbing Ivan by the hair and pulling him into the bedroom where I pushed him to his knees in front of me. "Take all of that cut meat...suck my load down your faggot throat!" 

This kind of behavior was completely unlike me. I shocked myself as I grabbed his hair with both hands and pressed his face to my groin. I expected some resistance, but actually received very little. Ivan almost immediately had my entire seven inches down his throat...copious amounts of spit trailing down my balls. He tried to support himself by grabbing my ass, but I swatted his hands away, allowing them to grip my thighs instead. For some stupid reason, having his hands on my ass seemed to cross a line that shoving my cock down his throat didn't.

"Keep the fuck away from my ass, faggot!" I said sternly...hardly believing I was capable of saying anything like that. "You like that, man....you like sucking American cock?" I asked, while pulling his head and forcing him to look at me as I slapped his face with my dick. 

The look in Ivan's eyes was one of mild surprise and growing lust. He seemed to be enjoying being used like this...and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. 

"I am fucking pig for what I did. Deserve no better." Ivan moaned hoarsely as his tongue lapped at my clean-shaven balls. 

"Fucking straight, dickhead...brought it on yourself...now eat it!" I exclaimed, as I forced my cock back down his throat...fucking his face hard, and my balls slapping against his chin. 

I continued face-fucking him for what seemed like several minutes as Ivan managed to wriggle out of his briefs. The tip of his hard, uncut cock pressed against my shin...a long string of precum landing on the top of my foot. I glanced down to see Ivan's dick sway in time with my thrusts into his face, and felt mildly repulsed that he would use the situation to get himself off. 

"Hell no, asshole...I'm not touching your shit!" I said as I pushed deeper down his throat, Ivan's nose pressing into the tight curls of my pubic hair. "You wanted cock....you got it...now take what you wanted!"

For the first time, Ivan seemed determined to be something other than a penitent servant. I was caught off-guard as he pulled back from my dick and quickly pushed me to the bed. I'm in good shape, and able to take care of myself, but Ivan's strength was clearly superior as he straddled my waist and pressed his arms firmly to my shoulders. "Yes...I will...will take what I want...make little difference now."

I was seriously questioning my choice of words as I pushed against Ivan's heavily muscled pecs. His hard cock was now in clear view...the swollen purple head peeking out from the foreskin and oozing on my chest. The thick, eight-inch member seemed intimidating this close...and I was having none if it. 

"I'm not bullshitting, man...get that damn thing near me, and I'll bite it off!" I hissed through gritted teeth. 

Ivan grinned as he placed one hand firmly around my neck, and spit heavily into the other. "Is not the idea. I have fucked-up badly...now time for you to fuck me back." He said while reaching back to stroke my cock and sounding like an oversexed KGB agent. "Both strong men...fight like men...chase pussy like men...fuck like men. I should bring you girl...not do what I did. No pussy here...so give next best thing."

Ivan stared down at the puzzled look on my face, shifted his hips back, and quickly impaled himself on my still-rigid pole. The fit was very tight, and entry could not have been comfortable. Ivan's face twisted in obvious pain as he continued to force himself down onto my lap...as if demonstrating a bizarre act of self-abuse and submission. He mumbled several words in his native tongue, which I assumed were curse words, before my shaft was fully inside him. All of this happened fairly quickly...and I was still a little stunned. Watching my dick enter another man's ass was so far off the list of things I expected to do today...my mind was a jumble of confused sensations. The facts still remained...I was pissed, horned as hell, and needed to get off badly. Closing my eyes, Ivan's ass felt similar to fucking Sue's tight chute...minus the cock bouncing on my belly.

Ivan took short, halting breaths, as though working through major discomfort, but his cock remained rock-hard. "Make me pay what I owe you...fuck me...fuck me till your need is gone." He said, developing a slow, bouncing rhythm on my lap...the muscles in his legs visibly flexing with every movement. 

I was lost...my mind fogged with the sensations at my cock, and a growing need for release...by any means. At no point in my life would this have been anything I would willingly participate in. Now I find myself performing something like a reverse-rape...taking another man for my own needs...at his insistence...and actually doing it.

This was primal sex, not better than with a woman, just different. It was raw, intense, and completely focused on my own need. No worries about flattering words or artful foreplay...just straight-forward fucking...and I found myself getting-off on it. Ivan's ass constricted around my prick as his dick slapped against my stomach. His eyes were closed and teeth clenched as he let out stifled groans. This was weird...too fucking weird...but also felt good to fucking, doing anything but jerking myself off again. Even so, being pinned under a guy and being used for...whatever...was more than my pride could stand. 

"Damn it...fucking damn it!" I nearly shouted as I abruptly shoved Ivan off me...my dick slapping hard against my stomach as Ivan fell to the floor at the end of the bed. Ivan seemed somewhat dazed when I hopped off the bed, gripped his neck, and threw him face-first on the mattress. "You want treated like a cheap whore...then I'll fuck you like the pussy you are!" I was now acting on auto-pilot...this kind of aggressive behavior was not like me at all, and in some ways I startled myself. Pushing Ivan's legs out wide, I knelt on the bed between them and gave his hairy ass a hard slap. "That's it dickhead...show me that fucking hole! Let's see how fucking sorry I can make you for starting all this shit!" 

Ivan offered no reponse as I spit on his tight pucker, then into my hand...rubbing the fluid on my intensely hard cock. Placing my hands on his shoulders, my body hovered over his as though doing push-ups...I pointed my throbbing member at the target, and pushed into him with one brutal stroke. Ivan's body tensed and his fingers gripped the sheets tightly. He let out a sharp yelp into the pillow, and whimpered with every stroke into his bowels. Within moments, he regained control...his body began to relax, and his ass no longer felt like it would cut the circulation to my cock. Still in my push-up position, I pulled completely out of him, then dove immediately back in...my balls slapping against his hairy sack with every stroke. I varied the intensity...moving from hard, deep thrusts to rapid, short strokes. I had to admit to myself, that I enjoyed the firm grip around my cock...and realized this may be one of the better fucks of my life, if not the most bizarre. The room was filled with the sound of hips against ass cheeks, deep grunts, groans, and heavy breathing. Sweat dripped from my body and onto Ivan's neck and back. My balls were beginning to tighten, and I knew I couldn't last much longer. 

"Fuck...oh fuck...I'm close...I'm fucking close!" I panted, not knowing why I felt the need to tell him anything. "Shit...uuunnngggghhhh....oohhh fffuuuuccckkkk!" I grunted as I felt the first pulse run through my cock and into his ass. Pulling out, I gripped my twitching prick and shot three more heavy loads of man-cream between his cheeks and over Ivan's nut-sack. It was easily the most intense orgasm I had experienced in the last few years. I leaned back against my heels...breathing deeply and gently stroking my now-sensitive prick as I watched my seed flowing down another man's balls. 

Ivan never said a word while reaching back to collect the spunk covering his ass-crack. Spinning over onto his back, I had a front row seat...watching him spread my cum over his stiff cock...using it as lube to masturbate. Ivan's jaw was clenched and his eyes tightly shut as he furiously pumped the swollen tool. I hadn't seen another guy jerking-off since high-school...and certainly never fucked one...but I was fixated on the image, unwilling to look away. Ivan's lightly-hairy balls pulled tight against his body, and his hips rose from the mattress. Stream after stream of thick, white goo shot from his cock, splashing on his face and resting in the neatly trimmed chest-hair. Deep moans of pleasure punctuated the strength of his orgasm...his hand milking the last few drops of cum while his body shook with the afterglow. It was a pretty intense thing to watch...but the reality of what I had just done began to creep into my thoughts. 

Leaving Ivan to regain his composure, I stepped into the shower to rinse the sweat and cum from my body. Perhaps I was still in a state of mild shock...my body felt the release it needed so badly...but my mind was becoming a cauldron of guilt and self-loathing. As the water ran down my back, I couldn't understand how I let things get so out-of-hand. Someone who ass-raped men, was not the kind of guy I wanted to be...but I got off on it...and it felt incredible. It wasn't like I took the initiative all on my own...Ivan certainly was to blame for creating the atmosphere...I just couldn't believe I was capable of walking through that door. 

I got out of the shower and toweled-off, with Ivan stepping-in to take his turn. Neither of us said anything, and barely looked at each other. I took my section of bed, and wrapped myself in the blanket. Ivan gathered his pillow, and once again took a spot on the floor farthest from me. I slept much better than I would have imagined, and woke to find Ivan gone...with a note under the alarm clock. All it said was; "Room was ready. Sorry. So very sorry."

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We still had to work with each other in the training classes, and we managed to get through it without much drama. We were professional, but polite with each other...but our colleagues seem to sense the tension. Another week-and-a-half of this could become pure torture. With the guilt of my actions mounting, I decided I had to air-out my feelings...and Sue was the only one I could discuss it with. In a strange way, I almost felt like I had cheated on her...and I hoped we could discuss this as an impulse gone horribly wrong. The possibility of upsetting her nearly caused me to keep the demon inside my head...but I knew she would sense the conflict within me...she knew me all too well. 

"Well...that's what happened. I don't know what's fucking wrong with me. Can you forgive what I've done?" I asked my wife, listening quietly on the phone half-way around the world. 

The pause was only seconds, but seemed like hours. "Honey...maybe you're making more of this than there is." She said in a calming tone. "It wasn't fair of me to get you all fired-up on the phone..."

"Please, Sue...none of this any fault of yours. Dirty talk with my wife is perfectly normal. Taking it out on a male roommate is not." I replied with agitation.

"Had you ever thought about guys in that way before? Maybe this was just a repressed fantasy. I've thought about girls before...you knew the special friend I had in college." Sue said inquisitively.

"No, sweetheart...fucking men has never been a priority. And what you had with Kim was special...and consensual." I sighed into the receiver.

Again, there was a short pause. "Telling me it "wasn't a priority" didn't really answer the question. From what you tell me, Ivan was hardly a victim...and seems he may have shown you something special." Sue said with mild mischief in her voice. "I'm not trying to taunt you, dear...but the whole thing sounds really hot. I'm a little sorry I missed it."

Now I was the one pausing before speaking. "I...well...I don't know what to think. You actually think I'm secretly gay, and want to fuck guys?" My mind really knew what she meant, but those were the words that spilled-out.

"No, honey...no more than you think I want to run off with Kim and a start a life together. Our neighbors Paul and Dave are gay...they have a committed, loving relationship with each other. You and Ivan had sex...at best you could be called fuck-buddies. Take it for what it is...you were both horny, and you got your rocks off." Sue took a deep breath before going-on. "You have to forgive yourself, sweetheart...try and deal with the fact that you had a good time in a way you may never have allowed yourself before. If you had found another woman over there, and wanted to leave me for her...then I'd be pissed. This just gets me hot."

"What if I had hooked-up with one of the women Ivan's been trying to bag all week? I have no life-long interest in them...isn't this the same thing?" I asked with clean concern in my voice.

"I'll admit I have a problem with you screwing other women. I think you'd feel the same if I had other men. But I'm not worried about a man-to-man friendship any more than you're worried about me and Kim. Neither of us desires a same-sex lifetime bond...and that makes all the difference because we would not leave the other to pursue it." Sue said, sounding deeply thoughtful...but her mischievous side was still nearby. "Promise me though...if you find a friend at home...you have to let me watch."

Her gentle laughter filled my ear, and my heart felt ten-times lighter. "I guess I see what you're saying, though the logic is perhaps a bit twisted. But I'm still freaked by my aggressive behavior."

"Having watched all the pop-psychologists on TV...I'd be willing to say the aggression was just a coping skill...something that allowed you to have the experience." Sue said with a giggle. "Besides...the way you tell the story, Ivan didn't seem to mind. Tell Ivan you're sorry about being such a brute, if it makes you feel better. But don't be a hypocrite and deny having gotten any enjoyment out of it."

Talking with Sue was like a breath of fresh air. I was surprised by her perspective on the whole thing. Her own experiences with same-sex play gave her an outlook that I hadn't considered...but wasn't sure applied to my situation in the same way. At least I was ready to face Ivan at work the next day with far less emotional baggage. Speaking to him directly didn't seem terribly practical, so I wrote him a brief note instead. I apologized for my overly aggressive behavior, but conveyed how pissed I was about the deeply personal invasion of my body. I even mentioned talking to my wife about the incident, and how she helped me put things in a better perspective. In spite of what happened, I didn't hate the guy, and at least wanted to be friendly before going home. 

I noticed Ivan reading the note during one of our breaks. After seeming to read it again, he folded the paper and placed it in his pocket, then came to my table and sat next to me.

"You tell Sue of how big an ass I am? Now she will hate me without meeting me."

"Oddly enough, she's the reason we're talking at all. You'd love her. A conversation I thought would be difficult and awkward ended up turning her on. She is undoubtedly the most amazing woman I've ever known." I replied, with complete honesty.

Ivan grinned broadly. "I would say so. Wish I could find woman like that. I wish to be you." He said while lifting his coffee cup in a mock toast. "I am glad you get peaceful with this. Harm was not my goal."

"I realize that now...but pushing me into that kind of experience...it's just not something I ever wanted to do." I said, looking straight into his eyes. 

Ivan sipped his coffee and looked at me with questioning eyes. "Well...not something I do much...in fact, has been years. Please, do not embarrass...you favor a friend I once had...triggered an interest I not felt in long time." He said calmly.

I took a deep breath before responding. "Hey...that's cool. I've been approached by guys before, and I took it as a compliment...but always had to the opportunity to politely decline. Your approach was considerably different."

"I know...and am sorry...was not thinking clear." Ivan replied, with sincerity. "I like the women...like to romance a fine woman. I ask woman to give what I want...part of the game. Other night...was not time for romance or game. Wanted what I wanted...better just to take...treat like man...not like woman. My words are not good to explain." Ivan finished, sounding mildly frustrated.

Actually, I think I got the intended message pretty well. The idea of asking another man to provide that kind of personal pleasure didn't sit well in his mind. To him, seducing a woman was half the fun...seducing a man seemed unnatural. The testosterone-induced brutality was as necessary for him, as it may have been for me. The difference, is that he took the step, where I would have never made the move. 

"Your explanation is fine...I understand. In fact, Sue thought that's exactly how you'd see it. Her intuition is scary, sometimes." I said, while looking at my watch. "We have to get back. Just want you to know, I feel a million times better about this. I want only to leave here and remember you as a friend."

"Me too...am glad is not unbreakable wall I have built." Ivan said as he firmly shook my hand.

++++++++++++++++++++++++ 

The next few days went very well. Ivan and I were relaxed around each other, and our colleagues no longer wondered if there was a rift between us. For the next five days, neither of us broached the subject. With only three days left, things took a sudden change of course. 

Flimsy plans had been made to meet some of the other guys for dinner, but I took a nap and overslept. It was agreed that whoever was in the lobby was in...everybody else was on their own...so I missed the invitation to dinner. The problem was that Ivan likely missed it too. I was supposed to knock on his door and bring him with me to the lobby. We were only an hour late, and had plenty of time to find something ourselves, so I went down the hall and rapped on his door. Ivan had obviously been napping too. His hair was disheveled, and clothes slightly wrinkled.

"Man, I am so sorry...we missed the others because I fell asleep. But we can still head out and get something close-by."

Ivan looked at me and yawned, scratched his head, and motioned me in the door. "Is fine...needed the sleep anyway. Come in...I get ready."

This was the first time I had actually been inside one of the smaller rooms. I clearly understood why the guys called them cells. They barely looked bigger than a clean and nicely painted jail-cell. Ivan took off his wrinkled shirt, stepped to the bathroom, and dampened his unruly hair. I caught a glimpse of his muscled torso and images of the unsettling night flashed in my mind. I had been having nighttime dreams about the incident, but this was the first time it entered my waking mind. I felt a slight stir in my crotch, and quickly shook the image from my mind. Clearing the cobwebs from my head, I tried to engage in distracting small-talk.




International Relations



"I heard there's some kind of Mongolian barbecue place down the block. New to me, but it sounds interesting." I said, leaning against the wall opposite his bathroom door. 

"So...you are in the mood for new things?" Ivan asked while running a comb through his hair. "You not normally up for adventure." He ran a dry towel over his arms and chest while looking at me through the door. 

Everyone knew I wasn't exactly a risk-taker when it came to food, but a chill up my spine made me think he had other things in mind. The room suddenly felt even smaller, and I was ready to head for the door. "Yeah, well...can't do the same thing all the time." I immediately sensed my words didn't help my feelings of insecurity. I walked to the door and held the knob, indicating I was ready to leave. 

Ivan dropped the towel in the sink, and walked to his suitcase, looking for a shirt. "Shit...choices left are dirty, or filthy." He said, looking at the pile of crumpled clothes.

"The one you had on looked fine. No one will care." I offered, hoping to get him moving.

Ivan walked toward me, still shirtless, backing me to the door and leaving little space between us. His dark brown eyes stared straight into mine. "Maybe we get something here...then no need for shirt."

My heart was beating rapidly. "I can bring something back for you, if you'd like."

Ivan quickly placed one strong arm across my chest, pinning me to the door, while his free hand gripped at my crotch. "Delivery already here."

"Damn it, Ivan! We are not going to repeat that shit again!" I said, swatting his hand off my crotch.

"Very good...all new shit then." He stated simply, while spinning me around and pressing my chest to the door. 

I made a good effort at resisting, but he soon had my left arm pinned around my back. The tension on my arm was painful, not enough to cause injury, but plenty to keep me in place. Ivan then pressed his hips against my ass, keeping me firmly against the only exit.

"Let's see if you truly against this...if not...I take what I want." Ivan growled in my ear as he drove his other hand inside my jeans and gripped my flaccid cock. 

I grunted and inhaled deeply as the shock of the intrusion hit me. I flailed my legs back at him, catching his shins and kicking at his ankles. To my own horror, my body started to betray me, and my cock slowly swelled within Ivan's grip. Mainly out of instinct, I stomped my shoe down on Ivan's uncovered toes...causing him to release me and hobble-back in pain. 

After a few seconds of foreign cursing, Ivan leaned against the small desk and stared at me with an uneasy grin. "I like this...the "take-no-shit attitude". He said while watching me tuck my shirt back in place. "Perhaps best if not so rough this time."

I looked back at him with obvious disbelief on my face. "There is no "this time" asshole! If you done being a dick, I'll forget this shit happened...put a damn shirt on, and let's go!" I said, still standing by the door.

"You would be gone already, if wanted to." Ivan said flatly, looking me over and gently rubbing the fabric over his crotch. "Kneel."

My mind told me to open the door and get the hell out of there...but my body seemed paralyzed. My heart was beating so hard, I could feel it in my neck. Ivan kept his eyes fixed on mine as he slowly unfastened the black jeans, lowered them down and stepped out of them...his cock springing tight against his rippled abs. The only thing running through my mind was that he truly was an incredible specimen. I've never had a problem appreciating that anyone, male or female, was attractive. Looking at a man who had obvious sexual intentions, however, was not something I had ever done before. I could feel my cock growing within the confines of my pants, and part of me was appalled that I could have such a reaction. Despite my wife encouraging me to "loosen up"...this still seemed like nothing two men should ever do. 

"No...no, man...this just isn't right." I said, my voice wavering with nerves. "Nothing against who you are, or what you're into...pussy is just my thing, and always will be."

"Is the same for me...just not afraid of a good time." Ivan said, stepping toward me, his cock pressing against my thigh. "I think you need shown what you want...pushed to try it."

"I'm perfectly capable of making up my own mind, thank you. Are you coming, or not?" I replied, trying to seem cool and collected...even though my heart was still racing, sweat was forming on my forehead, and the bulge in my pants nearly impossible to hide. 

"Obviously not dressed for it." Ivan said with a smirk. "On your knees, or out the door. But since you still here...I think choice has been made." 

Ivan placed his hands on my shoulders and firmly pushed down. I resisted his efforts, and stepped back to pull away. This did nothing but throw me off balance, and I gripped Ivan's tight pecs, trying to remain standing-up.

"You like this body? Is ok...many people do...I worked hard for it...appreciate when others notice." Ivan placed his hand behind my head, pushing my face against his flexing chest. "Yours is very good too. Ladies like toned and lean...you should show off more...if Sue not kill you for teasing other women."

For some stupid reason, I thought I could still play this off as some kind of junior-high joke. "Yeah...I'm impressed...now stop fucking around." I said sternly, as my lips brushed across his nipple. 

"Kneel." Ivan said as he pushed hard on my shoulder with one hand and kept my face pressed to his body with the other. The trimmed hair on his chest brushed my chin and nose...following a trail that ended at the top of his curly pubic patch. I could feel the heat of his member as it pressed against the bottom of my chin, and caught the aroma of musk wafting from his crotch. Every impulse was again telling me to get the fuck out of there, but I was still seemingly unable to move. My recent dreams had created some curiosity in my mind, but those were thoughts I had found easy to dismiss...until now. The idea that this was Sue's fault briefly flashed in my brain. If she'd been upset that I fucked a guy, instead of tolerant and compassionate, then my original feelings would have been validated...and none of this shit would be happening. Of course, I knew that was ridiculous. I was in control of this situation, and doing little to avoid it. 

Ivan now had both hands on the back of my head, his fingers gripping at my hair. "Only what you make it...we can share good time...or you act like victim." He said with a faint hint of understanding, while dragging my face across his turgid member. My eyes were closed and my mouth shut tightly as the remarkably soft and smooth skin moved past my lips. It seemed forever until the length of it completed the first pass, the tip leaving precum on my face, before changing direction and gliding past again. Ivan did this several times, occasionally tapping my cheek with the rigid pole, waiting for me to accept the next logical step. I couldn't deny it...I was curious...but years of identifying with being completely and undeniably heterosexual were telling me to resist. My emotions were a rage of conflict...my mind insisting this was wrong, but my body in contradiction with a straining erection in my pants.

"Open." Ivan said sternly, pressing his cock to my mouth. I didn't...part of me wanted to comply...but the fearful side still held more control. "Victim it is, then." Ivan pinched my nose closed, and pushed down on my chin. I held my breath as long as I could, but the need for air eventually won-out. My jaw opened, my lungs filled...and so did my mouth. Ivan may have had only the first few inches within my cheeks, but my gag reflex started immediately. His prick felt intensely hot against my tongue, and the salty taste of precum slid down my throat. I coughed and choked as my spit ran down his shaft and dripped off his balls. 

"Relax...not so different as sucking thumb." Ivan said, pushing another inch inside. "If wife can do it...so can you...is no difference."

Pure logic told me his advice was sound, but it took several seconds for my body to realize it. I fought hard to calm myself...realizing that I had stayed in the room with nothing really keeping me here...and was on my knees in front of a naked man, with his cock in my mouth. I couldn't blame this on someone else. It may have been reluctant, but his was my choice...and I had better be willing to follow-through. 

Ivan must have sensed the change in me...realeasing my head, and allowing me to pull back from his cock. I opened my eyes slowly, looking at the throbbing pole as my hand nervously rose to grasp it. The head of his prick was a deep purple color, and peered out from the uncut skin surrounding it. I knew from our last experience that he was thick, but my fingers barely wrapped around it. I gave the shaft a few tentative tugs, the foreskin sliding smoothly over the hardened flesh below. Ivan sighed deeply as I hesitantly probed the tip with my tongue, sliding it under the satin-like skin. 

"Mmmm...yesss." Ivan moaned. "See...already you know what will feel good. Only men can really know this of each other."

I was nowhere near being comfortable with this, but Ivan's encouragement made me strangely more at ease. My mind was in a numbing haze as I worked the spongy head, and then the first few inches back into my mouth. I allowed myself to run on instinct...pressing my tongue at the spots that I always wished Sue would pay more attention to. My jaws ached slightly as I adjusted to Ivan's girth...his prick leaving precious little extra space within my cheeks. Since Ivan and I seemed to be fairly close in width, with him about an inch more in length, I had new appreciation for the women who were so enthusiastic in giving me blowjobs. 

It took several minutes before I stopped choking, and became at-ease with what I was doing. Once the initial struggle was over, I surprised to find that it really wasn't terribly different than sucking your thumb. While the idea of sucking cock was strange and taboo for me, it was the strange sense of trust that another man would allow me to do this and give him pleasure, that oddly turned me on. I could not imagine anything more personal, or frightening, that two men could share with each other. Especially among men who would never admit to such things outside a deeply trusted circle of friends and lovers. 

Even with my growing acceptance and ease with the task at hand, I could still only manage to take half of Ivan's length into my mouth. This didn't seem to bother him at all, as he moaned deeply with my amateur attempts. Without even realizing it, my free hand found its way to my crotch...rubbing at my intense arousal. I was still within the comforting confinement of my clothes...giving me a sense of somehow being outside of what was happening, and not a full participant. I'm not sure why I found it reassuring, but I knew it wouldn't last for long. Ivan bent his torso over my head, reached down my back to grasp the bottom edge of my shirt, and pulled it off me as he straightened up. I suddenly felt exposed and mildly vulnerable. Ivan gave me little time to think about it, lifting his cock and exposing his ball-sack.

"Lick my balls." He said curtly.

I did what I was told...his masculine scent filling my nostrils. The loose skin flowed over my tongue and fell across my nose as I lapped at the walnut-sized orbs. I surprised myself by treating each of them equally...gently exploring before trailing my tongue along the bottom of his shaft and nibbling at the spongy helmet. There was no doubt that I was now completely lost in the moment. Turning away from this experiment would be nearly impossible now. I was just about to renew my oral attentions to Ivan's dick, when he lifted me to a standing position in front of him. His gaze was strong and masculine...nothing tender or loving...just lustful and determined. 

"Remove the clothes." Ivan said flatly as he stepped back and leaned against the desk behind him, slowly stroking his spit-soaked cock. 

Any nerves I had managed to calm were suddenly on high-alert. My pulse rose quickly, and I stood unmoving as my knees started to tremble. I swallowed hard, and gazed at Ivan's naked form, not sure what to do next. 

"Shoes may be good start." Ivan suggested, sensing that I was frozen in a jumble of thoughts. 

Almost robotically, I kicked-off my shoes as a means of distracting my mind from what may be coming next. My breathing became short as I clumsily unhooked my belt and opened my pants, nervously allowing them to fall to the floor. Ivan just stared at me as I stood in my boxer-briefs...the front tenting-out sharply and a large spot of precum on the fabric. I place my thumbs under the elastic waistband and hesitated a few moments. After a few deep breaths, I closed my eyes and lowered them down. I stepped out of the pile of fabric...completely, and voluntarily, exposed...my cock pointing and the ceiling, and a clear string of precum stretching toward the floor. I couldn't remember feeling this nervous since the day I lost my virginity to the girl down the street...the most intense thirty seconds of my young life. 

"Body to be proud of...you take care of it." Ivan said as he stepped toward me. Keeping his eyes fixed on mine, he formed his hand into a loose fist, tapping my chest and arms like a gorilla marking his turf. Our cocks slid against each other like crossed swords. With little notice, Ivan dropped to his knees and immediately swallowed my aching tool. After my prolonged arousal, the moist warmth of his mouth felt incredible, and I groaned in deep appreciation. Having spent the last several minutes trying to accommodate his ample manhood, I had to respect Ivan's oral skills. I was so lost in the sensation, that I barely notice his grip on my ass, and let it go without protest. Ivan didn't rush his attention to my prick...carefully sucking me to the root, and lapping at my balls. 

Just as my nerves began to calm, and felt I could let Ivan work my tool for hours, he began running his tongue up my chest, eventually licking and sucking at my nipples. I would have been fine that...until he stood up, gathered both our dicks in his firm grip, and stared into my eyes. He seemed to be looking at me for information, judging his next move. Ivan's evaluating stare reignited my already over-stimulated anxieties. 

"This does not change you." He said, while slowly stroking our slick cocks together. "You will still love your wife...will love to fuck your wife. Shit, from what you say...I love your wife." A sly grin spread across his face. "You just have better story to tell."

With that, Ivan kissed me. It felt like a bolt of lightening had passed through my body. It was rough, masculine, and insistent. I was not at all prepared for that, and pushed hard against his chest. Ivan held me firm with a hand behind my head and the other with a vise-like grip on our cocks. My protests were stifled as he pulled at my lower lip and plunged his tongue into my mouth. Suddenly, he pulled away, holding my face in his strong hand and again looking at me with intense lust. "See...head did not explode. I am certain you will live through this."

I was still a little stunned, when Ivan walked away and lay down on the bed. Lying on his back, and his head hanging over the edge, Ivan motioned me toward him. As I stepped closer, he opened his mouth wide, making it obvious what he wanted. Taking aim, I pushed my rigid pole deep into his throat, my hairless balls resting against his forehead. I still couldn't believe how he managed to take every inch down his throat. This position allowed me to start a rhythmic, fucking motion...my cock sliding in and out of Ivan's willing mouth. It also meant I had to lean over his body...his cock again just inches from my face. It didn't take written instructions to see the obvious step I should take. Moments ago, I could partially blame my first taste of cock on Ivan's forceful measures...but this was voluntary. I could continue fucking his face, get my rocks off, and leave him to his own devices. That way, I could tell myself it was just a moment of insanity, brush it off as a bad experience, and push it to the back of my mind as another piece of history. The longer I stared at his prick, however, the more I wanted to feel the heat and strength of it...to share the raw, visceral connection with another man. 

"Fuck...fuck...fuck!" I thought to myself while grasping Ivan's dick and relishing his skillful attention to my aching tool. "Shit...this is fucking insane!"...the sound of my inner-voice filled my brain as I lowered my head and swallowed what I could of Ivan's throbbing member. The two of us were now interconnected...joined in a way that could not physically be more personal...and I wasn't disgusted by it. 

Ivan ran his hands over my back and across my ass, letting out muffled groans as slowly managed to accept more and more if him down my throat. I was actually starting to a take a bizarre sense of pride in finding the right spots to make him moan and writhe with pleasure. I was hungrily swallowing his firm meat, and tugging at his balls, when Ivan yielded yet another surprise. 

Using his arms to lift my hips, my cock slid out of Ivan's mouth with a sticky plop. "Stay cool...you will like this." He said while pushing my hips slightly forward. Almost instantly, he plunged his nose and tongue deep into the crack of my ass, flicking and lapping at my tight pucker. 

"Uuunnggg...ffuucckk...shit!" I yelped, releasing his cock as my eyes nearly rolled back into my head...my body shaking with the new and unexpected sensation. Sue loved some ass-play now-and-then, but it wasn't a consistent thing for us, and I was never interested in reciprocation. I could hardly believe how intense the sensation was...or how pleasurable. My slick cock pressed against Ivan's chest as my body bucked with every lick at the unexplored orifice. 

Ivan paused for a moment, hitting my cheeks with a firm slap. "You have hot ass...but not to worry...will ask no more than this." He then plunged his tongue deep into the twitching rosebud, causing me to grip the sheets tightly as I let out a deep, satisfied moan. 

I was so overwhelmed with Ivan's work at my rear that I lost interest in attending to his own needs...but he didn't seem to mind. Ivan seemed to be humping my chest...sliding the hard cock trapped between our bodies. The sensation overload was becoming too much...and it wouldn't be long before my nuts would start to boil. Ivan probably saw my sack tighten, and decided to end things a little differently. 

"Quick...sit on bed...both close now." Ivan said, pushing me to the side. I barely had time to react as he grabbed my legs and pulled me toward him...our legs splayed over each other like two pairs of crossed scissors. Our bodies met in the middle, with our nut-sacks pressed together and our cocks once again within Ivan's sturdy grip. A stream of spit flowed from Ivan's mouth and onto our joined cocks...serving as lube for his firm strokes. My breathing shortened, and the moment was coming quick.

"Shit yes...shoot it, man...shoot it!" Ivan said, while furiously rubbing our overworked meat. 

My body tensed and my eyes closed as my cock erupted forcefully. "Oooohhh...fffuuuccckk...dddaaammmnnn!" I chanted over and over as four heavy streams spewed forth, covering our cocks and thighs in cum. I gasped for air as my body twitched in orgasm, and Ivan continued to stoke my sensitive prick. 

Gathering my seed, Ivan spread it over his engorged member and continued stroking...allowing my deflating cock to fall heavy against my thigh. "Aaaarrrgggg...uuummmppphhh...ooohhhhh!" Ivan grunted like an animal as his prick exploded with four or five heavy ropes of hot spunk...hitting me on the face, neck and chest. After milking the last drops onto my balls, Ivan bent down and took my softening dick into his mouth...teasing me, and causing my body to twitch. Using his tongue, Ivan cleaned our combined loads from my body...working his way up my torso, and ending with another abrupt kiss.




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This kiss was just as unexpected as the first...much less with a load of cum along for the ride. Eating cum wasn't really the shocking part. I had tasted my own seed plenty of times. Having it presented this way, by another man, was yet another shocker for the day. Ivan's lip-lock wasn't much different from earlier in the evening. Rough and forceful, it was more a show of power than any deep emotion. About as butch as kissing another man could be, I suppose. I let it happen with less resistance this time...really too spent to care. 

"There...now you know of sex for sport." Ivan huffed, as though exhausted. "We both still love the pussy...but have better way for fun when not around." He chuckled, laying to my side and drifting off in a light sleep. 

I dozed-off as well, awaking maybe thirty minutes later. Ivan was still sleeping, his back toward me and facing the wall. Gathering my clothes, I dressed quickly and went to my room to shower the smell of sex and dried cum from my body. There was no lingering hostility in my thoughts this time around. I knew what happened occurred by choice, and I was a little surprised how at-ease I was with the whole thing. 

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The last few days in Switzerland went very well. Ivan and I didn't make any repeat performances. We both seemed content and looking forward to getting home. As I was gathering my things to leave for the airport, Ivan stopped by my room to say goodbye.

"I have enjoyed meeting you. Thank you for not killing me." Ivan said as he gave me a friendly one-armed man-hug. 

I smiled back, and offered to shake his hand. "Definitely one of the most interesting people I've ever met. I'm sorry that we are unlikely to ever meet again." I said sincerely as we traded firm handshakes. 

"I regret that as well." Ivan offered with a thoughtful look on his face. "Perhaps what made it possible?" He said with a wink, waving as he left the room. 

I clearly understood his meaning, and thought he might have a point. I'm nearly certain I would have never tested the water with someone I'd see again. The eventual distance somehow made it safer, and easier to deny. While I couldn't imagine doing those things ever again, I couldn't help but wonder how I might react in the future. 

On my return home, Sue was eager to hear the story of everything that happened...both business and personal. She even started fingering my ass on occasion as part of our sex-play, though I wasn't interested in anything more than that. As time went on, I really thought of the experience as nothing more than a one-off experiment. Sue, on the other hand, keeps pushing the idea of seeing for herself. I'm not entirely sure what she has up her sleeve.... 



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This is the prelude to a short series of stories based around a love lost.

Please be gentle with comments this is my first attempt. 

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The beginning of innocence lost.

It was the summer of '89, and although my memories of a few precious hours with you still seemed clear and crisp in my mind from the previous year, my imagination was working overtime as to how you would react when we would be together again. 

For a year, in fact almost fourteen months, we had been writing to each other since we made our initial tentative first contact and in that time we had both grown more confident and knew details that of each other's lives that few people other than close friends were aware of. Yet I was nervous you may have moved on, grown up or just didn't feel the same. 

We first met in the April of '88, me a gawky teenager, no discernable dress sense with big 80's style glasses and hair better suited to a primate who didn't own a mirror. My 5'11" frame on the skinny side of athletic but not from a lack of effort. I was fit and healthy but just couldn't add weight to my frame to get to a more defined body. It always bothered me, especially being a little shy and reserved that most girls always went for the good looking guys with muscles but no sense of humour or depth of personality. Amazingly you were different, maybe we had more in common, but you looked past the exterior finish and somehow saw a potential that no other girl had even come close to noticing before.

Oh I had friends who were girls, quite a few but none of them actually translated to girlfriends, I was sweet, kind and thoughtful! All the things a girl wants apparently, but it didn't come in a package wrapped in muscles with a confident attitude so friendship was the line drawn in the sand -- and it seemed never to be crossed.

I guess I was guilty of my own prejudices too. I didn't notice you until your friends arranged a small get together under the pretence of a karaoke party -- Dirty Dancing was the current hit movie, but just forgetting to invite anyone else along making it quite an intimate gathering.

I remember there were five of us that night. You, your best friend (guilty of arranging this little encounter), two English girls who were also part of the exchange programme and me. Innocent to the point of blindness I had no idea this was a set up or where it would eventually lead.

Nothing happened that night, we all messed about and sang dirty dancing songs, laughing and enjoying each other's company. But I noticed you, which I think was the whole point of the evening. You were pretty, a little unusual in my reserved British eyes having never seen a combination of Indy, gothic and rock chick spliced into one. You had braces, and small boobs probably 32 or 34 A/B not that I was an expert but they were in proportion with the rest of you as at 5'3" with a small to average build you almost managed to hide in background until you smiled. Your face lit up the evening, and everyone else melted away. Every time I saw it made my heart beat a little faster. I was captivated.

I should have said something that night but I never got you alone and I wasn't confident to approach you with other people around.

Luckily the first barrier was now passed and it was easier to talk to you at the school or at the socials that we all enjoyed, we talked more often and seemed to enjoy each other's company, laughing at our language differences and joking about our tastes in music and clothes. Music led us to exchanging addresses, I remember promising to send you the latest New Order double tape, that for some reason you couldn't get in the States, you promised to send a Def Leppard tape -- not that I was into Def Leppard but it was a chance to keep in touch with you so I took it.

Sadly a week or so later the exchange ended and I returned home to England, the extent of our time together being memories and a couple of photos.

I was thrilled and surprised to get a letter from you within a couple of days of being back in the UK, air mail normally takes about ten days so you must have posted it to me before I left. That was the start of a blossoming romance that unencumbered by awkward spoken words filled page after page of letters and put a mark on my heart forever.

By the next summer when you came to the UK on the return visit a few things had changed, we had both recently turned 18, your braces had gone, you oozed an air of confidence and sexiness and you had a hunger in your eyes that made me feel like I was carefully being sized up as lunch -- which for an innocent but horny teenager made for an interesting combination. As you got off the coach at the airport I noticed your body had changed too, a year before you were dressed down and covered -- hiding away behind dark colours and layers, now still conservatively dressed, you simply wore jeans and a t-shirt but it could have been a Versace dress, you looked amazing.

New curves pressing against the Iron Maiden t-shirt in all the right places, while your snugly fitting jeans showing off your gorgeous butt.

Although my first glimpse of you was a bit blurred as you bounced down the steps of the coach and rushed at me keen to say hello after a year of waiting.

I was surprised by your approach and before I know it you have dropped your hand luggage and thrown your arms up around my neck and pulled me into our first ever kiss, pressing yourself firmly against me as the first of my dreams about you is made into reality. The warmth from your body pressing against mine was causing an immediate effect as the blood in my body decided to head south and engorge my swelling cock.

After a few seconds we break away to the mild amusement from your fellow travellers and the assembled masses of parents and hosts all eager to collect their teenage charges and prepare for the events to come.

Begrudgingly we go our own ways, you to your host family, whereas I introduce myself to the guy staying with me for the next month still in a slight daze from your kiss but happy at the prospects of what may be to come.

The month ahead is looking like we are going to have a lot of fun together.