Playing Around in Prague

So, I've told a true story before, with the story entitled 'A Taste Of India'. What follows is another mostly true story.

Back in 2002, I travelled to Prague as part of a stag party for my best friend Simon, and eight of his university friends. Being the only gay guy on the trip, on a stag do where everyone except me and the stag seemed intent on getting laid, made things a little awkward. I didn't really know any of the other guys, and Simon, the stag, hadn't let on that I was gay. It wasn't a problem, but equally it wasn't relevant.

Anyway, what goes on during a weekend stag party is all pretty obvious, and this stag do was no exception. So by the end of day one, we had ended up, having been drinking since 7.00am in Birmingham airport, getting ourselves ejected from a cellar bar in Wenceslas Square for getting too touchy feely with the hostesses (meaning not being prepared to pay for it! Not me incidentally). The best man, who was worse than useless, had disappeared on his own and I had drawn the short straw of taking Simon back to the hotel at 10.30 and putting him to bed. At which point, I still needed more drink!

Having wandered across the road to an all night bar, I had found myself chatting up the most stunning looking Russian barman called Vitali. Jet black hair, 6 feet tall and the perfect twink frame. I really thought I was getting somewhere, but he had nobody to cover the bar, so we couldn't follow up on what had turned out to be a very horny conversation.

When I finally decided to head for my bed, around 3.00am, he followed me outside and touched me on the shoulder before I walked away.

"Tomorrow, I finish at 11.00" he said, in his beautiful Russian accent. "If you come here again, I will be in bar. Maybe we go upstairs to my room?" He winked and smiled.

"I will try," I said, ""but I can't promise. It'll depend on my friends. But I will try."

So the next night, after an all day in and around Prague, and a decent amount of alcohol, the day ended similarly with me putting a very pissed Simon to bed and making my way across the road, just before midnight.

He smiled in my direction as I entered the bar. "You made it."

"I'm late, I wasn't sure you'd still be here."

"I live upstairs," he said. "Where else would I go?"

I ordered a small beer and drank half of it in one go. Sitting next to me, he reached across and brushed his left hand against my right hand. The barman winked at us both with a knowing smile.

"Ignore him," said Vitali, "he's a prick. Damn good in bed, but a prick!" With that he grabbed my hand tighter and pulled me towards the side door. "I need you to fuck me good!" He whispered, pushing open the door and pulling me up the narrow stairs.

As soon as we were in his studio flat he turned and pushed me up against the wall, covering my mouth with his, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, searching for mine. We kissed for what seemed like an age, hardly catching our breath.

Then he pulled away and crossed the room, collapsing onto the small double bed, looking up at me. I followed him over and climbed on top to straddle him, our lips locking together once more. I sat up and started to loosen his tight jeans button fly, tugging the jeans down over his hips, him lifting them off the bed to help the jeans slide down him easier. It was then I noticed he wasn't wearing underwear.

His gorgeous cock sprang up like a telegraph pole, pointing upwards from a very neatly manicured black bush. Without waiting for an invitation I pulled back his foreskin and took the moist purple head into my mouth, sucking him as deep as I could. I've never been a deep throater, but I was able to get most of his cock into my mouth, then began to suck and slurp while he held my head in place.

After a few minutes, I stood and quickly stripped naked, while he too removed his t shirt and socks. For a moment, I just stood there looking at him. "Sorry," I said quietly, "I have a bit of a belly."

"I like a man with a belly," he laughed, "especially with red bush and good thick cut cock!" He suddenly sprang forward and sank his mouth down over my shaft, reaching round to knead my butt cheeks as he did. He sucked noisily and my legs nearly buckled when I felt his finger find it's way into my crack and push against my rim. I gasped as I felt it slide inside right up to the knuckle. It took every ounce of self control to to cum in his mouth right then!

He pulled my cock out of his mouth and began to suck on my balls, moving back to my cock with his tongue and licking the entire shaft before sinking it into his mouth once more, his nose burrowing deep into my ginger pubes.

After a few more minutes I pulled out of him and leant down to kiss him again, savouring the taste of my own precum on his tongue. "Flip over on your knees," I ordered him.

He didn't need telling twice. His sweet arse was pointing straight at me, and I pulled his cheeks as wide apart as they would go, quickly pushing my face between them, my tongue searching out his rim and flicking deep into his hole. He was moaning loudly, his head buried into the quilt cover.

I stood upright behind him and shuffled closer, then asked him to pass the lube on his bedside table. I generously lubed his hole with two fingers, massaging his prostate and causing his moans to get even louder. Then, having lubed my cock sufficiently, I pushed the head up against his rim. With a gentle nudge, it disappeared into him, just the tip to start with, but very soon the full 7 inches were thrust all the way inside him, my bush pressed up against his cheeks.

I held onto his hips and fucked him with a steady motion, him pushing back onto me with each thrust. This went on for a good few minutes until I could feel my balls begin to tighten. "I'm gonna cum," I said breathlessly. I've never seen anybody move as fast as he did from having me balls deep up his arse to him taking the head of my cock into his mouth, just in time for me to shoot into him. He drank in greedily as much as he could, with some spilling out to run down his smooth chin. He kept me in his mouth until my orgasm had fully subsided, then sprang up and stood with me, the full length of our bodies pressed together, and kissed me deep, his mouth and chin oozing with my cum.

Eager to taste his cum too, I dropped to my knees in front of him and once again took his cock into my mouth and began to suck, lick and slurp over his shaft and balls, two fingers working in and out of his arse as I did. Very quickly I felt the swell of his cock in my mouth and sank deeper on him at the right moment, feeling his spunk hit the back of my throat. I drank most of it down but saved some to return the cum-kiss he'd shared with me.

We stood at the foot of the bed kissing deeply for a minute or so, then he pulled me down onto the bed with him. We shuffled up to rest our heads on the pillows, and then he wrapped himself in my arms with his head on my chest, and we lay together for an hour or so, not talking, just savouring the connection of each other.

I left around 3.00am, having swapped numbers with him, and we had talked about staying in touch, which we did for about a month. But it was what it was, just a beautiful moment with a beautiful guy in a beautiful city. And one I've never forgotten.