Curiosity Satisfied 4

This is my second submission to LitErotica. It does not involve a real-life story of mine but it's more of a fantasy that has started to crawl into my mind in the last few years since my second divorce. I am very likely to act on it soon. Constructive criticism is expected. BTW, English is not my first language. All characters are 18 or older.

If this rises enough interest, I might continue the story of these two characters. I already have a few ideas swirling in my head. Please let me know if you want more on Bert and Alex.

ONE WEEK BEFORE

I am a mature man, overweight, bald, quite hairy, with an average sized cock that still to this day hasn't failed to rise to attention when needed. I also hold a university degree with a PHD, am moderately wealthy but not rich. I have been resolutely straight since my initiation well before the accepted age and, after my second divorce, I have been living

la vida loca

. I was regularly getting laid with women of all ages who are not in short supply where I live and were equally casual about their sexual affairs. But, a certain type of curiosity had started to creep on, and I really wanted to try with another man; but not a man like me. No. I wanted to have a young guy, preferably a twink and who was willing to allow me to be active. Being bottom didn't hold too much appeal to me.

I wouldn't dare to indulge where I live. It's a small country and my line of work is fairly public so I couldn't take risks. Luckily enough, I live just a short flight away from a country known for its great tourism, culture and first-rate facilities, but also, well known for its catering to the sex-tourism industry. So, I signed up in a web site listing escorts and started to browse.

I found several candidates, all between 19 and 24 years of age (well below half my age) and all having the requisite characteristics I had limited myself to. They were all thin, you could even say skinny, they all had hairless or nearly hairless bodies, they were versatile but preferably passive, and willing and accommodating. They were also well educated, some being even university students and were squeaky clean.

Nevertheless, one of the guys was clearly shining above the rest. Bert (not his real name) was a 20-year-old guy, 5.3 feet tall, 99 pounds, dark haired, dark skin, nearly hairless body, full lips, green eyes and an infectious smile. He was a university student pursuing a degree in art and offered a boyfriend experience. He said in his ad that he could be top or bottom as the client preferred. As said before, I was interested in being top to his bottom and I felt sure I wouldn't think of going bottom with him even though his cock, while nice, didn't seem to be that big and intimidating.

I contacted him online. During the interchange he showed himself as a very professional guy, with intelligent conversation, nice personality and very knowledgeable and familiar with the situation I was in. Even being so young he already had been building a reputation as a good initiator to straight but curious men.

He requested photos of me which I obliged. I sent him a photo of my face; one dressed in business suit and one in my yellow speedos. When I took my selfie in my speedos, I was already feeling very horny and was almost completely hard. The photo showed off my bulge nicely. I then asked him for the same and he reciprocated. He sent me one of him dressed in yoga pants and a sleeveless t-shirt, one in a tight bathing suit (which showed an interesting bulge) and the best photo was a nude full-frontal shot showing his nicely erect cock and his hairy bush. His cock looked not bigger than 5 or 6 inches long, with a nice, red head and a respectable girth. I was already smitten and was decided to see this through.

We finished the chat and agreed to meet at the airport in his city in a weeks time. I was planning to spend a weekend there, so I booked a plane, rented an apartment and reserved a car. I preferred an apartment as it was more adequate for privacy than a hotel. I was full of trepidation waiting for the trip.

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

The week passed in a rush and suddenly I was deplaning at his city in the late afternoon after a two-hour hop. I didn't check luggage and was travelling with my old and trusty carry-on suitcase. After passing through immigration and customs, I entered the terminal area looking for him and rapidly found him. He was dressed discretely in a pair of brown slacks, light brown moccasins and a white turtleneck. He had a small backpack bag hanging in one of his shoulders. His dark hair was combed to the back in a wavy fashion. A gold ring decorated his right ear lobe, a gold chain was in his left wrist. His hands were elegant, with long fingers and perfectly manicured nails. His face was clean shaved, his lips were thick and luscious and he parted them with that infectious and seductive smile, showing the white of his teeth the moment he saw me.

"Uncle! Welcome!" he said, discretely.

We hugged like uncle and nephew, complete with manly back slaps. The top of his head only reached up to my chin. His hair smelled clean and fresh with a mix of shampoo and a cologne I couldn't indetify. His frame was thin and light. I was sure he would be easy to manhandle.

He then picked up my carry-on and we started to walk towards the rental car counter. In a spontaneous gesture, I decided to change the reservation I had for a subcompact and took instead a 4x4 jeep which we picked up in the parking lot. Who knows? maybe there were possibilites of going off-road around here.

I put my carry-on in the back seat, and he threw his small backpack there as well. He then sat shotgun, and I took the wheel. During all this time there was not a hint of anything different between us besides an uncle visiting his nephew for a few days. I dare anyone who saw us to suspect something lewd going on even though I was feeling pretty turned on already. When we left the airport, he put a hand on my groin and felt my cock already hard. A naughty smile parted his lips while he gazed at me and slowly rubbing my dick. I couldn't reciprocate as I was driving and the 4x4 was stick shift.

"I think you'd prefer to have another stick shift in your hands right now, don't you daddy?" he said with that naughty smile. This boy could read me so easily.

After a short drive of about 40 minutes, we arrived at the building where the apartment I rented was located. The check-in office would be open for one or two more hours, so I received the keys while Bert said, for the benefit of the attendant:

"You should have stayed with me, uncle. My roommate is out for the weekend."

To which I replied that I didn't want to cause any inconvenience. We went up to the apartment, a nicely appointed penthouse in the 15th floor, and I put my bag in the master bedroom. He dropped his back bag next to my carry-on and we took a look at the place where most of this weekend's activities would probably take place.

The master bedroom was huge. A large, double-king bed was against one of the walls, and the opposite wall had floor-to ceiling windows with black-out curtains that were now open. The bed was covered with a comforter, black and thick. Several cushions adorned the head. We pulled the comforter, a little curious, to discover a set of silk-imitation bedsheets, black as sin, and smooth and shiny. Above the bed there was a large mirror perfectly centered. There was a dresser, a small walk-in closet and two easy chairs with a coffee table between. A very posh bedroom, indeed.

After exploring the bedroom, we came back to the living room. I gave him an envelope with the money we agreed for this weekend, in cash, which he took without counting and returned to the bedroom, probably to stow it in his bag. When he returned, he pulled an envelope from his back pocket and gave it to me. It was a PrP HIV test done a few days before and showing negative results. I quizzically looked at him and he just said:

"Just in case, daddy. Just in case."

I assured him I was also clean but did not have a test with me and he seemed ok with that. I then asked him if he could accompany me to buy some supplies like food and booze and off we went.

Before reaching the supermarket, we stopped at a pub nearby where we had a few bears and a late, light lunch. We talked a lot about art, photography and surprisingly for me, he was very knowledgeable on movies in general and Sci-fi in particular. We discussed everything, from the classic Star Trek series and movies to the wreck of the recent Star Wars productions from Disney. Just like me, he thought that the only good things live action they had done recently were Andor and The Skeleton Crew. He loved The Mandalorian but we agreed that the third season lost much of the brightness it showed before. We also agreed to hate The Acolyte and spend a nice moment berating that abysmal show. It was a very nice and nerdy chat and reminded me a lot of the conversations about cinema I use to have with my daughter.

Then we went to a small supermarket where I got a couple of bottles of wine, a six pack of beer, a bottle of vodka which he said he loved to drink, some groceries, and several different snacks, cheeses and cold cuts. With this, we went back to the apartment.

FRIDAY EVENING

I opened the door, put the groceries in the kitchen and sat in the sofa. Bert sat next to me, faced me and asked.

"Ok, here we are. How do you want to start?"

I stared at those smiling and luscious lips and couldn't hold myself. I leaned and started to kiss him. He immediately parted his lips, and our tongues started a duel of strength and contortionism. The kiss rapidly became steamy and hot and, either he was acting or he was really enjoying it because I heard some soft moans coming out of his mouth which emboldened me. The kid really knew how to kiss. My hand went to his crotch and rested there. The sheer fabric of his slacks couldn't hide his hardon. I grasped his rod and rubbed it up and down while moaning, as he bucked his hips trying to fuck my hand. After a short time, we let go, locking eyes and he smiled again. It was a sweet smile, not patronizing, but also naughty. He licked his lips and said.

"Wow, I didn't expect that," said Bert, and added, "that was pretty bold!"

"I didn't think I would start that way but you're so tempting, and you're a fantastic kisser," I answered, and couldn't resist adding. "That cock of yours felt hard as iron as well."

"You also kiss fantastically, daddy. And I already know how your cock feels in my hand. Can't wait to see it in the flesh, so to speak. Let's get more comfortable. Come with me to the bathroom."

We went to the bathroom that boasted a jacuzzi, a shower, a WC, a bidet and a large sink. There was also a futon, a couple of nice rugs, crude ceramic floors and indirect lighting coming from the roof above two Ficus plants. He stood there in front of me, I think checking me up, and then he pulled off his turtleneck. His skin was smooth, with barely a hint of muscle showing, and with two rosy nipples that appeared to be standing. There was a faint shade of hair starting at his navel and traveling below before disappearing under his pants. I started to unbutton my shirt, but he held me.

"Wait. Let me. That way you'll familiarize easily with me and the situation," murmured Bert.

I felt his manicured hands undoing my buttons, his nails barely touching my skin and then he peeled my shirt out. His hand then roamed my very hairy chest and quite large belly. He got closer and planted a kiss in the center of my slightly sweaty chest. I felt him inhaling deeply and his tongue started to lick my hairs as his mouth planted feather like kisses all over my skin ending with his lips latching in one of my nipples. His hand went to my other nipple and his fingers started caressing it. I was already rock hard. My hands went around him and I slid them over his smooth skin which felt very hot, almost febrile. His nipples were also inviting, and I started to rub them with my palm while my other hand went down and cupped his nice ass grabbing a handful of flesh under the cloth. Again, I heard that cute moan, almost a whimper that felt like a plead of desire.

He separated from me and slowly kneeled in front of my groin and started undoing my belt and zipper. Once done, I let my pants slid down and I stepped out of them. My briefs were straining with the pressure from inside, barely able to hide my hard meat. I was sporting a tent that honestly I couldn't remember when the last time was that it looked so hard. A slight dampness marked the spot where my cock head was, already leaking precum. He pressed his face there and once again, inhaled deeply. It seems he was very into body odors. Just like me, which held nice promises for the rest of our time together.

He then stood up and started to unbutton his slacks, but it was now my turn to stop him. I kneeled in front of him and in a short time had his pants in his ankles and he promptly also stepped out of them. He was wearing a white jockstrap that held his cock tightly but left his buttocks and asshole uncovered, surrounded by two taut elastic bands. His bubble-but seemed almost feminine in its firmness and roundness. A quarter could easily bounce there. This was an incredibly sexy sight. I remained kneeling and pressed my face in his bulge. I felt the flaming hot, rock-hard cock and the musky, manly smell filled my nostrils and turned my brain into mush. There was already a wet spot on his brief where the tip of his cock was, and I licked the cloth which surprised even me. It was salty, slick and slimy, and oh, so jummy.

I then stood up and planted myself in front of him. Soon I was embracing this tempting young twink. I pulled him to me and pressed his body against mine and drank on his youthful musky smell and body heat. I rose his arms above my head and sunk my nose there, deeply inhaling his armpit odor which was intoxicating and we ended in another lip lockdown and tongue wrestling that lasted a couple of minutes more. We then separated, my hands in his biceps and his on my forearms.

He said, "I knew you were hairy from the photo you sent me, but it looks amazing in person. I am such into bear daddies!"

"I can say that I knew you were the perfect twink, but you look so much hotter in person. And you smell so good, and I mean your unadulterated body odor."

I then asked, "should we go to the shower, or should we take this to the next step? I don't mind if you don't shower. I love the way you smell but I've been on the road for a few hours, and I know I am all sweaty," I inquired.

"I don't mind your smell, daddy. It's actually very hot but let's shower together," he said. "That way we can get to know each other better. I assure you, we will both be sweaty very soon."

With this he again kneeled in front of me and pulled down my brief. My cock sprang hard as a rock in all its 5.5 inches glory and with a glob of precum in the tip already. He put his index finger there and rubbed it all over my cockhead and the first inch of length. It sent shivers of pleasure through my entire body. Not wanting to be left behind, I kneeled also, pulling down his jockstrap and staring at his cock. It was a little longer and thicker than mine, inviting and tempting. An intense heat irradiated from his crotch, feverish and kind of brutal. His shaft and balls were completely shaved but he had a lush bush of hair at the root of his organ that connected with the faint hair track coming from his navel.

His cock sported a large glob of precum and without thinking, I leaned forward intending only to plant a kiss on his cockhead, but I ended opening my mouth and engulfing it with my lips. For the very first time on my life I was sucking another man's cock. It was hard, oh so hard! and the skin so soft. The smell was intoxicating and I had to push my head down and give him several deep sucks. It was salty with a hint of sweetness and citric flavor. I remained there, sucking and licking his manhood, enjoying giving my first blowjob for a few more minutes. Then I stood up again and we kissed deeply, his tongue tasting his precum on mine.

We stepped into the shower and turned it on. Warm water blasted on us from all directions while we soaked in it and in the intimacy of the moment. His hands continued to wander over my hairy chest and belly while mine were grazing his back and cupping his ass. He had a perfect bubble butt, firm and soft, and the hot water was giving his dark skin a hint of pink, specially where the sun hadn't marked it. At the same time our cocks were happily making acquaintance, rubbing each other, sending electric shock from my groin all the way to my toes and my head. Out of nowhere there was body soap in both our hands, and we luxuriously rubbed each other, spreading the suds over our bodies and giving special attention to our chests and our groins.

He grabbed my cock and peeled back my foreskin letting water and soap clean it thoroughly which I repeated on him. I was raging hard, and I still couldn't understand why my erection had lasted for that long. We rinsed the soap and fell in an embrace again while clumsily trying to dry each other up. We managed and then I took him in my arms and carried him to the bed where I laid him down gently. I then laid next to him and started to kiss and grope him like there was no tomorrow. In a short time, he turned around and began to kiss my balls, my shaft and licked my glans as if it were a lollipop. I was beside myself, turning my head side to side in bliss when I realized his cock was right next to my face.

I turned and eagerly put him in my mouth. I went deep and tried to gobble him whole, but I couldn't. His cock reached my throat, and my gag reflex kicked in. I had to withdraw with my eyes tearing but soon went back a little more carefully, giving him the strongest suction I could manage while jerking the part of his cock that I couldn't put in my mouth.

He gasped and took me in as well. It was obvious that his technique and his command of his gag reflex was clearly several grades above mine, but I couldn't care less. His mouth was incredibly warm, and he was giving me a very messy, slobbery blowjob, saliva bathing my balls and the base of my cock. A lot of women I knew could benefit a lot taking a page or two from his technique. He was masterfully keeping me on the edge but never pushing me over.

I started to suck him in earnest, licking his shaft, caressing his balls and occasionally kissing and licking them. I occasionally nibbed softly on his sac an he rewarded me with a groan that vibrated deliciously on my cock. His prick was swelling and twitching as I began to lick the part where his head joined his veiny shaft. It swelled more and was leaking a lot of precum. He was moaning and began to jerk his hips, fucking my mouth with such gusto that I had to keep my hand wrapped on his shaft to prevent him from going too deep.

He was sucking me with abandon, getting my cock to the depth of his throat. I hadn't asked if he wanted a condom before sucking me off, but it seemed the time to find out was past. I renewed my efforts and focused on the rim of his glans. I decided to lick his pee-hole and his cock responded by swelling and twitched and right then I there I knew. I was going to taste a cumshot fired directly on my mouth for the very first time.

I kept sucking with trepidation, waiting for his shot and he didn't disappoint. Gosh, the kid could cum. The first shot hit the back of my palate with incredible force while his moans became more intense. This was followed by 5 or 6 more jets that rapidly filled my mouth making it unavoidable for me to swallow. His cum was thick, salty and pungent, with a hint of fruity flavor. The smell mingled with his cologne. I could see how his ass was pulsating as rope of rope of cum filled my mouth to the brim. This kid could really cum. I gulped down his load but not before some leaked out from my lips and landed in my chin and chest. During this time, he had left my cock out of his mouth but was still stroking me. The moment I felt him ejaculating in my mouth I a wave of pleasure rose inside my groins and in no time I jumped the edge and began shooting my load all over his face, his hand and his chest.