The flavour of Jamaica

Upon hearing that I had won a trip to Jamaica through my office I was overjoyed, as I had never been anywhere outside of Canada before. I was told that I had won an all inclusive vacation, with all the trimmings. Only later on was I to know just how good the “trimmings” would be.

My flight arrived early in the afternoon on a Friday and I was greeted at the airport by a large man in a suit holding a sign with my company’s logo on it. “Are you Mr. Kale?” asked the well dresses limo driver. After I responded I was given a firm handshake and a warm smile, “welcome to Jamaica Mr. Kale.” I was escorted to a limo outside the airports terminal and my journey began. I was astonished by the beauty of the land I was surrounded in, as well as the colorful array of people. As we made our way to my hotel I suddenly became aware that I really had no plans set for my evening, I had slept virtually the entire way here so I really had no desire to spend the night in. I asked the driver Marcellas if he knew any local night spots that were friendly to “out-of-towners.” “Hmmm… yes I can think of at least one man, it’s called the Palmgrove.” “Really” I responded, “just how friendly is this place?” “Oh I think it will be right up your alley man, it is a real diverse place, if you know what I mean.”

After checking in and enjoying a wonderful dinner I decided to go and check out the Palmgrove. I hailed a cab and instructed the driver as to my intended destination. “You sure you wanna go there mon?” the driver asked in a heavily accented voice. I told him that I was informed that it would be my kind of place and that it catered to tourists. “So you want to experience the flavour of Jamaica do ya, well alright mon I’ll take you there.” We arrived shortly thereafter. The club was brightly lit from the outside and the distinctive thump of reggae base lines could be heard emanating from inside. The inside of the club was as I expected, decorated with an island theme, and quite packed with what appeared to be entirely locals. I shook this fact off and made my way to the bar. After having a few drinks and absorbing the atmosphere I started to notice a commonality amongst the patrons of the club. The women seemed to be quite friendly with each other, as did the men. Men were dancing with each other, grinding their hips up against one another. I noticed one couple actually had their hands down each other’s pants! From this point onward my night took an entirely different turn.

Now I am what you would probably call bisexual, but in truth I had never really found real satisfaction in the bedroom with a woman, all my most memorable occasions had been with men. As the rum worked its magic I began to feel very welcome, and very horny. I felt a warm hand place itself on my shoulder followed by a deep voiced, “hello me-man can I and I buy you a drink?” I turned to see a thin, but well built, man in his late 20’s smiling at me. After accepting his offer I was presented yet another, “you wan come to the VIP room with me?” “That depends,” I said “what’s in the VIP room?” “Common man don’t be so worried, every ting gwan be irie, we go have a little ganja and a little fun.” The offer sounded intriguing and, in truth, I had never been with a black man before, and I was about to get my “fill.”

We made our way to a dimly lit room in the back of the club. Upon entering the room I was instantly hit with the intense smell of “ganja” and the musky smell of sex. In the corner I saw two extremely well endowed men giving each other hand jobs, then one of them sat down on a couch. He positioned his massive cock straight and the other man straddled him and lowered himself onto the thick shaft. My eyes couldn’t believe what I saw, the man’s cock had to be 11” long and it was buried up to his balls in the other mans ass. Suddenly I was snapped back to reality when my friend whispered in my ear “you like that boy?” I nodded my head “well we will see what we can do to accommodate you,” followed my friend. He led me to another couch in the opposite corner of the room and sat me down. “You smoke ganja man?” asked the Jamaican “yes once in a while I like to partake,” I answered. From his shirt pocket he produced a pipe. After what seemed to be an eternity of smoke I noticed my friend was rubbing a very large bulge in his pants. “I got a friend in here who would like to meet you man,” said the Jamaican. I licked my lips as my mouth started to water at the thought of sucking that big chocolate shaft. He then undid his fly and produced a cock the likes of which I had never seen. Although it was about 8” long it was also about 3” thick. “You ever taste a black man’s meat before boy?” asked the Jamaican I told him that I had not. “Well then you are in for a real treat, and I have lots of cream for you boy so you better be ready.” He placed his hand on the back of my head and lowered my mouth onto his huge cock. I sucked, at first, just on his fat head, swirling my tongue around the tip. His cock was so hard (as was my own) and could barely fit 4” of it in my mouth. I bobbed up and down changing my speed with every plunge. “Ohhhh, man… ahhh boy you suck so good, common boy take it deep, yea that’s it baby,” moned the Jamaican. “Alright baby your suckin’ is so good I cant wait any more, I’m gonna cum in your mouth, now there’s gonna be a whole lot so be a good boy and swallow it all.” With a loud “ahhhhh!” his balls exploded in my mouth. His cum was so thick and sweet and he wasn’t kidding when he told me it would be a lot, my mouth was filling up so fast I could barely swallow it all. Every time I thought he was done his body would shudder, his cock would throb and another gooey surge would be pumped into my eager mouth. I was so busy trying to swallow all of his man juice I hadn’t even noticed the small audience that had gathered to observe our display of carnal delight. After I licked my lips and hands free I started to notice that our audience was beginning to disrobe, “now the real party begins boy,” said my Jamaican friend.

The next thing I knew I was surrounded by three rock hard, long, chocolate cocks. They were being pushed into my face as I desperately tried to service all of them. “I think the white boy is wearin’ too much clothes,” said one of the men, and with that they began to disrobe me. I knelt there, naked, drooling over these men’s beautiful members, wondering what was in store for me next. One of the larger men approached me from behind and instructed me to stand up and bend over. I asked myself “does he seriously think I can take that gigantic cock up my tiny hole?” I felt cool liquid being squirted up my anus followed by a finger working the liquid up inside me. I guess the man felt me tense up “don’t worry boy I’m gonna give it to you long and slow, nice and gentle, you’ll like it.” The swollen head of his shaft began pushing its way into me, at first it hurt but I was taken over by a rush of pleasure as he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of my ass, deepening with each thrust. The other two men stroked their thick cocks and repeatedly took turns plunging them into my mouth. One by one each man took his turn impaling me on his huge dicks. The first man who fucked me told me to sit on his cock in a reverse cowgirl position so that his two friends could still get their cocks sucked. At this point I had a hard on so intense I could cut glass with it so my friend who filled my stomach up with cum got down on his knees between us and proceeded to wrap his lips around my cock. I barely lasted two minutes before the intensity of that 11” dick being pumped in and out of me combined with one of the finest blowjobs I have ever had drove me into orgasm. My friend moaned with pleasure as my load squirted into his mouth. Before swallowing my entire load he stood up and kissed one of the men who had about 5” of his cock buried in my mouth. As the two men kissed I could see my cum being shared between the two of their mouths. The man underneath me began to quicken his pace as his thrusts grew faster and faster I felt the familiar swelling of his cock that told me he was about to cum. “Alright boy ahhhhh…. stand up its time to swallow!” The other two men were pushed out of the way as the man underneath me jumped up and proceeded to ram his cock in my mouth and again huge spurts of cum began to shoot into my mouth as I swallowed every drop of his delicious cream the other two men began jerking their cocks furiously. The man who I had just satisfied collapsed to the floor. One of the two men now standing in front of me instructed me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. They came simultaneously one of them plastering my face with hot jism the other spraying his cream into my mouth. “Yeaaaaa that’s it boy, you like all that black cream don’t you?” said one of the men. “Yes I do baby pump it all into my mouth,” I answered.

Afterwards one of the men invited me to slide my cock up his ass as a favour for satisfying him and his friends. I took up his offer and absolutely fucked his brains out. One of the men who I ran into later said he could hear the moans form the VIP room over the music in the club. I took a look at the clock and realized that it was getting pretty late, I must have been back there for at least four hours!

So I said goodbye to my new friends and went back to my hotel for a shower and some much needed rest. The rest of my vacation was pretty uneventful other that you’re standard beaches, sunsets, and cocktails but nothing would compare to the taste, which was still lingering in my mouth after three days. I had discovered what had initially been a prank played on me by the limo driver, had worked out to my exquisite benefit, funny how that happens. Looking back on it all my tastes were made much more exotic by my experience and I don’t think I will ever forget the phrase “welcome to Jamaica.”

Surgical Pre Op Room

This takes place in the Surgical Pre Op Room. I was due to have back surgery this particular day and the Surgical Tech. comes into the room to transport me to Pre Op.

The doctor comes into the room and says that I will be moved into the Pre Op room to be prep'd for surgery. I should take my clothes off down to my underwear and leave the gown on so it can be removed from the front. The nurse will be in shortly to give me a shot and then the tech will move me.
The nurse came in and gave me the injection and then left. I started to get out of my clothing and left on my underwear, as I was putting on the gown the Tech come into the room. "What a HUNK" I said as he came thru the door. I know that he heard and he just smiled at me. Asking if he could give me a hand he said that I really should not be trying to do this alone. He came over and said that I looked very nice and he was glad he was assigned me as a patient today. I just smiled back and said something totally stupid like "me too". He asked me if I was ready to go and I said "sure" so he helped me up to the bed and we went out the door and down the hall.

We got to the PreOp room and I was starting to feel the medication start to kick in. The tech said he had to open my gown and go over my back with a razor to make sure the area was clean. I smiled and took the gown up. I was strapped into a very strange bed, it was like open on the bottom and it had straps located along it that held me in. It was mechanical and it was able to be turned so I did not have to put any effort into be turned over or stand up. This was a pretty cool thing I thought. Anyway, I took the gown off and the Tech just smiled. He said "I have never seen such a glorious Package on a patient, ever". I started to blush thinking I had imagined it all due to the medication. A moment passed and then he said "oh you did not take off your underwear, those will definetely have to come off." I said "The doctor said to undress down to the underwear, so I left them on." I also said that with the fact that I was strapped to the bed like this I was not able to get them off. He smiled again and said "no problem I will take care of everything for you, honey", grinning from ear to ear the entire time. As he removed the underwear, I could tell that I had to have a massive erection as this guy had me hot from the moment he walked into my room. He just said "WOW!!!" and moved close to me and took them down my legs. I felt his breath on my legs and then it was moving up to my crotch. I could tell that he wanted to take my 10" cock into his mouth. He asked if it was alright if he played with it. I of course said "anything you want handsome." I felt his hand stroking it up and down and then I could feel his tongue on the head as he started to carees the tip with his tongue.

It was amazing and I could not believe it was happening. I was kinda feeling pretty dizzy with the medication now and I do not really remember everything. It felt like the bed was moving and I felt like I was standing upright but I did not feel the floor. Then it felt like I was leaning on his back. I was sure that it was all a dream. I remember him pushing back onto my cock and then he started in and out of his ass with my cock. He was fucking himself with my dick. I was so hot and turned on by this guy. He was just so fine and I could not believe he was interested in me, a man going in for back surgery. I felt the bed move again this time I was upside down. I know he was going to shave my back at this point. I thought I felt the shaving cream on my lower back and then it was almost like he was trying to enter my ass with his finger. Then it was his cock. I asked him to make sure he was protected if he was going to do this and he smiled and said "don't worry about a thing love I will take care of everything." Then I remember starting to wake up. I was asuming that the surgery went well and then the doctor was asking me some questions. The next thing I remember I was pretty well awake and sore, very sore, in my original room again. There was a knock on the door and it was the tech. He asked if it was alright to come in and I just smiled and said "sure, I would like that". He came in and closed the door. I asked if everything went alright in the surgery and he smiled and said that the doctor told him everything went well. I was very relieved. He asked me if there was anyone that he could call to let them know it went well. I said " I wish there was but at the moment I am all alone." He smiled again the biggest smile I have seen in a long time and asked if it was alright if he stayed by my side while I was going thru all this. I said "sure, if that is what you want, I would hate to think that you were ignoring your own beau on account of me though."

He smiled again and said "I am single myself but hopefully we can fix that in this hospital too". I started to grin then and he leaned in and kissed me. I told him I hoped that kiss was alright, I was still a little bit groggy from the anesthesia, but he said it was perfect just like they all had been. I smiled again and said, "don't take this the wrong way but did anything happen earlier that I should know about?" He said it was the best day he had ever had in the Pre OP. Now you really should try to get some rest." I said that I really was not tired and wanted to spend some time with him to get to know him better. I said " oh by the way, I am Drake" He smiled and said "I know, I had your chart, I am Kevin, and I would love to get to know you alot better too Drake, if that is alright with you of course." I had to smile back at him again saying "absolutely, I would really like that Kevin." He leaned in for another kiss and then told me that I had the nicest package he had ever seen in his life and he wanted it to be just his from then on if that was alright with me also. I smiled again, leaned up for another kiss and said anything for my hot sexy surgical tech.

He took me to his apartment and said that I should stay with him until my rehab was complete anyway and then we could talk about it. I told him that he had my chart he should have known my address and it was alot nicer place than his apartment. However he was completely welcome to come to my home to stay. Smiling again, said it would be an honor and a pleasure to escort me to my home and it would be great to stay in my home with me as long as that is what I wanted him to do. I said that I would not have offered if it was not serious and if I did not mean it. He packed some of his things and we went to my home. Our home. He had a friend help him with the major stuff, most of which he gave to some other of his friends as he realized his stuff was not as nice as most of my things were. He has been living with me for nearly a year now and things have been pretty great.

We are talking of taking a vacation and I said it would be great as long as it is anywhere other than a hospital or surgical ward. He smiled again stating that had it not been for that surgical ward we may have never met. Knowing he of course was right, I just smiled back and said "yes, but we are together now and I have no desire to meet anyone else in that place." He smiled back at me and said that he had no desire to meet anyone else in that place either, but he was sure glad that he had the opportunity to meet the fabulous guy he had met there. My doctor asked me if it was alright he returned to his job when my rehab was finished as he was the best pre op tech he had working with him and he really needed him back. I told him of course Kevin could come back to the hospital but the doc had to promise me that Kevin was not to pick up anyone in the hospital. The doc just laughed saying "its a good thing that was not the case when he met you huh!!!" We both smiled and nodded knowing it was a terrific day for everyone in the surgical ward that day.


I really hope that you enjoy my story and realize that this is just a work or art, not necessarily a true story. Please let me know what you think of my work. Don't forget to check out my other works. Thanks and please let me know what you think.
Drake

Weekend in Kyiv (Part Two)

I watched the firm white globes of Sascha's youthful backside vanish through the beaded curtain, then stretched long and slow, still basking in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of my life. This was turning into quite some weekend! With a burst of energy, I got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. As I suspected, the door was open, and I could see Sascha's slim bronzed figure, humming brightly to himself as he ran the water over his muscular body. For a moment I just stood silently admiring every inch of that glorious body and watching as the water ran down his front, along the gracefully curving length of his cock and off the end.

In mock horror, Sascha quickly covered his manhood as he caught sight of me in the doorway. "Oh no! Go away! You nasty rude Englishman!"

I chuckled as I strolled over to the toilet and began to pee, enjoying the sensation of being watched, and remembered with a smile our opposite roles of the previous evening. "There's no escape!" I teased, "You're at my mercy now". I gave my dick a final shake, then flushed the toilet and moved over to the bath. I squeezed some shower gel into my hand and began to rub it to a lather on Sascha's back, massaging his golden shoulders slowly but firmly, then working my way down his back towards the tan line. Tentatively, I let one finger slide into the crack of his behind. I could feel him tense as he let out a gentle sigh.

"No, please, Andy," he said, half scolding, half regretful, "I have something special planned for today."

Reluctantly I turned away and busied myself at the sink, watching in the mirror as Sascha finished showering and towelled himself dry. What surprises had he in store for me today, I wondered.


Sascha patted me playfully on the butt as he headed for the door. "Don't be long," he said, "I'm making breakfast."

By the time I'd finished shaving and went through to get dressed, Sascha was already busy in the kitchen. The September sun was already warm and promising a glorious day, so I selected a pair of baggy shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt, then headed for the kitchen. To my surprise and delight, I saw Sascha was still naked as he busied himself placing bread, cheese and sausage on the table in the corner.

"Good morning, my English friend!" He smiled. "What do you like for breakfast?"

"Need you ask?" I smiled in return, reaching for the Ukrainian meat and two veg between his legs.

"Naughty boy!" he scolded. "You'll ruin your apetite! Now sit down and eat."

I did as he said, watching with fascination as he moved about the kitchen making coffee for us both, then sat down across the table from me. I couldn't resist rubbing my leg against his, and he made no attempt to move away.

"I guess this means you're gay, then." I observed.

Sascha shrugged "I been with lots of girls, but maybe, yes."

"Ira?" I asked, unable to hide my curiosity.

"Oh no," he smiled. "She my best friend, but we never make love."

Somehow I was strangely relieved. "And men?" I asked.

Sascha paused for a moment. "My friend Sergei," he said "We do many crazy things."

"Sergei?"

"You know, I tell you, he share my flat when we were students."

"Oh yes, I remember. So why'd he move out?"

"Oh, he get married." Sascha smiled. "Him and Ira - I very pleased."

Well, talk about happy families, I thought.

"So, what are these great plans of yours for the day?" I asked.

"Ah, that would be to tell!" he returned. "But I think you like it."

When we finished eating, Sascha went to get dressed while I quickly washed the dishes. He reappeared looking totally stunning in knee length white shorts and a loose blue and white vest, which highlighted the blue of his eyes while also maximising the effect of his tan. A pair of very trendy dark sun glasses completed the emsemble, resting casually atop his golden-brown hair. Not for the first time, I marvelled at my incredible good fortune.

"Okay; we go!"

Weekend in Kyiv

It ws just after 5pm when my plane touched down at Borispyl airport; 15 minutes ahead of schedule. It was amazing how things had changed since my first visit - I was through immmigration and collecting my bags in no time, and the customs official actually smiled as he wished me a pleasant stay! As I came through the door into the bright sunlight of the main lobby, the usual sea of eager faces greeted me, jostling for a place near the barrier. Now where were Natalie and Volodje? Not like them not to be right at the front of the crowd! I edged my way through the crowd without seeing them, then turned to look back. Fatal mistake! My bemused tourist stance immediately drew a swarm of sweaty, unshaven men in my direction, waving their car keys and aksing "Maybe taxi?" "Nyet!" I said, firmly, picking up my suitcase and marching purposefully to a seat near the main entrance, where I caould wait in peace. Obviously they'd been delayed in trafic. I rummaged in my bag for my mobile phone to check the time. As I looked up, a youngish guy in tight black jeans and a loose white t shirt sat down on the seat across from me. "You need a taxi?" he enquired, a friendly smile lighting up his bronzed face.
"No, it's okay: my friends are coming for me," I said in my best Russian.
"You need to make phome call?" the newcomer continued in English, nodding at my mobile.
"Maybe later." I replied, shortly, following my normal instinct to cut short the conversation as quickly as possible. most of these 'taxi drivers' were nuormally unlicensed and out to take us wealthy Westerners for every dollar they can. Yet somehow this one seemd different.
"You've come from London?" he asked.
"Yes." For the first time I looked up and caught his eye, an invol.untary smile crossing my face as I noticed how incredibly largre and piercingly blue they were.
"I was in England two years ago for practicing English. From University. You know Ely?"
"A little. I've been there once."
"Very beautiful. I visit Cambridge too, and Oxford. I like it very much."
"I really like Cambridge myself."
The blue eyed stranger glanced at his watch and rose to his feet. "I go now see if I can get work. Maybe if your friend not come and you need taxi you come find me. I am manager of taxi company," he indicated the badge hanging from his belt. "I give you receipt if you need."
"Okay, thanks."
I watched closely as he headed off towards the dwindling line of people filing through the arrivals door, my eyes lingering on the firm, nicely rounded buttocks hugged by those neatly pressed black jeans. Definitely not your average Ukrainian taxi driver!


Still no sign of Natalie and Volodje. I wondered if they'd got the time wrong. I decided to go and get a drink before trying to phone; if they'd already left only Natalie's mother would be at home and my Russiaqn was definitely not up to explaining the situation to her! So first I lugged my bags over to the bank desk and changed $20 into the local currency, then over to the bar (another new addition) where I ordered a bottle of CocaCola. Just as I was wondering how to juggle it and my bags over to a table, a sun-tanned arm reache over and picked up the bottle.
"May I help you, please?" It was my friend the taxi driver.
"Thanks," I smiled, noticing again the amazing clarity of those big, pale blue eyes, and, picking up my case, headed over to the nearest empty table.
"One moment; I come back." He placed the coke in front of my and loped over to the bar. Opening my coke, I watched with pleasure the broad, easy smile with which he ordered his own coke. From the look on the waitress's face, I wasn't the only one to appreciate those baby blue eyes!
"May I join you?" He smiled, sliding gracefully into the seat next to me, revealing a remarkably perfect set of dazzling white teeth. "Your friend still not come?"
"No. still not here."
"Maybe I wait with you, practice my English. No work for me now today." He gestured towards the now empty arrivals area.
"Yes, sure," I agreed - trying not to sound too eager at the prospect of such delightful company "How long were you in England for?"
"Three months. almost nearly four. I like to stay longer, but for me very expensive."
"I'm sure."
For another ten minutes or so, we chatted easily along soimilar predictable lines, as we sipped our cokes and I surreptitiously took every chance to take in the charming way he would flick back the fringe of of fine, sun-bleached golden-brown hair which kept falling over his forehead as he laughed, and the distinct, firm outline of his well-toned chest beneath that white shirt. I could think of far worse ways of filling in the time!
"Maybe you need phone your friend." my charming companion finally suggested. I'd almost forgotten about Natalie and Volodje!
"You're right," I agreed. "Only, if she's out her mother doesn't speak English, and my Russia's pretty useless."
He shrugged. "No matter. I help you."
"Thanks," I smiled as I dialled the number. "Alloa. Priviet. Eta Andy vr'Angia. Natalie na domu?"A stream of Russian greeted me. "Moment pajalsta!" Grimacing, I held the phone out to my helpful friend "Do you mind?"
He took it from me, his fingers lighly brushing mine, and I tried to catch the odd word of the conversation that followed, but with little success.
"Your friend is not at home," he explained as he handed back the phone. "She gone to wedding in another city. Her mother say she think you not come till next Saturday. But maybe she back to home later tonight."
"Oh, that's just great!" For the first time I started to feel slightly irritated about the situation. "I suppose you'd better drive me over there, if that's okay."
"I can do that, " he shrugged. "But I tell mother we go eat and you phone again later when maybe daughter back home. Is okay with you?"
Okay with me? I should say! Right now I could think of few things I'd like better! "Sure. No problem," I nodded, hoping I was successful in keeping my enthusiasm to myself.
"Okay. We go!"
Beckoning me to follow, he grabbed one of my bags and headed for the car park. Outside, the early evening sushine glinted on the golden highlights of his hair, and made those blue eyes shine even brighter - definitely a drop of Viking blood there! It was surprisingly warm, and I was already regretting my English sweatshirt. We reached his car - a fairly new Opel estate - and he took my case from me, swinging it easily into the boot, its weight highlighting the muscles of his slim, but well-toned arms. I peeled off my sweatshirt and threw that in the boot also, conscious of the inadequacies of my own pale body against this golden-skinned Adonis. Nearer forty than thirty, middle age was beginning to tell around my waist and hair line.
"Please, get in", he beamed, opening the passenger door for me. A tingle of pleasure ran through my body as he gently placed his arm around my waist to encourage me into the car. Nothing to get excited about, I reminded myself, these Ukrainians don't have our English inhibitions about physical contact. I remembered I didn't yet know my rescuer's name; if we were to eat together, it seemed only right I knew that much.
"Sascha," he smiled as he settled into the driver's seat beside me.
"And I'm Andy - but then you know that from the phone." Stupidly, I blushed at my mistake, but Sascha seemed not to notice as he swung the car round and headed for the gate.
Driving down the dual carriageway towards town, I tried not to stare too obviously at that idyllic, finely chiselled face - those impossibly blue pools of eyes, thier delicately arched brows moving expressively as he talked, the slightly prominent, angular nose (was it true what they say about the size of a man's nose and his other endowments?), the strong, smoothly shaven chin, and those full, slightly pouting lips, which broke regularly into a boyish, mischevious grin, revealing the fine set of white teeth within. I imagined what it would be like to place a kiss on those lips and run my hands through that beautiful golden hair - the long fringe flopping seductively across his forehead, but clipped short at the back as it gave way to the perfect bronzed skin of his neck. A slight stirring in my groin prompted me to focus my attention back on the road. Sascha appeared not to have noticed my admiring gaze (or if he had, he was clearly unconcerned) and we chatted easily about how I came to be in Kiev and the changes I had noticed over the ten years since I first met Natalie and her boss Volodje through a cultural exchnage visit in the early years of Perestroika.
"Okay, Andy," Sascha said as we entered the first suburbs of the city. "Where you want to eat. If you like we go to McDonald's here in this district. Or maybe better I drive to Khreshchatik and we buy pizza?"
"Pizza sounds good to me." I was never a great fan of McD's, and the relaxed Saturday evening atmosphere of the Khreshchatik (Kyiv's stylish main street, where it seemed the whole of the city gathers to window shop in the designer stores or stroll between the fountains, meeting friends and sharing a beer while listening to one of the local bands who perform each night for the price of a few Kopeks in their guitar cases) had to win hands down.
"Me too," he beamed. "I know very good place - and good price too. I promise you not be disappointed."
How could an evening spent with so charming and handsome a guide ever be a disappointment! I stole another gaze at the golden, smiling face, then lowered my eyes to take in the muscular play of those bronzed arms as they manoevred us through the many obstacles of the busier streets towards the historic centre of the city, the evening sun highlighting the fine blond hair on his forearms. Was there anything about this guy that was less than perfect.

Camping out with Craig and Chris

Craig and Chris came back for a week! To visit a few friends so we decided to go camping out in the woods to be alone and to have fun! This would be the 3rd time that we have done anything sexually: We all slept completed naked! And they made the same joke about my poo pants, which I started to laugh as well! Craig told me that his penis as grown really big since the last time I saw him. Chris's had grown to the same size and mine which was still pretty big but Craig's was at least 3 inches bigger than mine and around 2 inches bigger thank any other dicks I had to this date!

Craig would not let me suck him off until he had shoved it up my rear end but he did let his brother suck him off! I let them both suck me off before sucking Chris erected penis!

He told me to bend over and shoved it right up my arse! I yelled, since I never had a penis like his before, Craig asked me if I had a poo before I left! I said last one I had was day before yesterday! Knowing this was part of the reason! But he continued really fast after he produced! He took it out and the pain slowly went! Chris went next and filled my arse full of cum! And told me next time I should have a poo before having a penis up my shit hole! After he let his load go they watched me have a shit! After I watched Craig does Chris up the arse before letting me do Chris, which was brilliant? I then did Craig before watching Chris do his brother from behind! We went to sleep naked and near each other!

When we woke up in the morning we decided to go for a walk naked in the woods! We decided to only wear shoes so we would not stand on anything! We had to hide a few times due to other people walking like families and we thought we couldn’t let them see us! Craig spotted a place to rest for a few minutes then Craig asked if he could do me right here! I said yep ok! I enjoyed it especially being in the open. Without me knowing when I was having a poo, Craig had one has well! Had when I got back I asked if I could do him! He told me he just had a poo! So he would end up being really messy, I said it will not be that messy so he said make sure when you get back to the tent to clean your penis then! And I did him and he was correct my penis ended up being a right mess! We walked back and I cleaned my penis on some toilet paper we had and I allowed Chris to clean my bomb, which he did, before rimming me! For well over 5 minutes! Chris and Craig’s parent we coming but I knew they would not be there for at least 5 minutes so we had a 3sum I did Chris and Craig did me!