Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2010 16:58:19 -0800 (PST) From: T Baron Subject: The Stopover The Stopover Copyright 2010 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved ******************************************** WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! ******************************************** If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal [ask yourself why you are still living there and] exit now. This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more; however, some of the fruits of my imagination do get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to someone I know. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things for which there are no cures out there to take that sort of chance. If you like this let me know -- questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged -- flames will be ignored. NOTE: This story is copyrighted, any posting or publishing of this story is a violation of that copyright and it will be prosecuted to the fullest extend of the law. ******************************************** My job put me on the road most of the time -- when I actually started looking at things I realized that I had only spent about forty-five days at home last year. Of course, I guess that is why I only have a small condo not much bigger than the suites that my business put me in all the time. I had more frequent flyer miles than I suspect I would ever use, after all, why would I want to travel for a vacation when I was traveling all the time. Being on the road all the time and spending most of my evenings entertaining clients didn't leave me a lot of time for a private life -- I did get lucky once in a while and then there were a few places where I would stay regularly where I had managed to make a local contact from time to time, unfortunately those were not very common. I had been on the road, no more than a day or two at the most in any city for what seemed to be forever [actually it was about the last two months] and had planned to actually spend a week or so at home, only just before I headed to the airport I got a call and after a change of reservations I was headed in the opposite direction. This time I was going to have to lay-over for almost twelve hours, not enough to go into town and get a hotel but too long to want to spend it all sitting in the airport. There hadn't appeared to be anyone assigned to the seat beside me, not that when you fly first class you are too crowded together, and then just before the doors closed to take off one last passenger plopped down in that empty seat. I had been reading and didn't pay a lot of attention until the flight attendant came by to pick-up glass I had had a drink in before departure -- one good part of first class travel is that the beverage service starts as soon as you sit down, you don't have to wait until after you are airborne. In any case when I looked up to hand the attendant the glass I also took a look at my new seat-mate -- suddenly I felt this was going to be a much better flight than I had originally imagined. He appeared to be about 18 years old, 5'2", and 120#. He was wearing a pair of tight shorts and an even tighter T-shirt -- his legs were thin and smooth and he was only wearing sandals. His brown eyes were large and very expressive and his hair was about the same shade of brown and cut fairly short. To say the least he was lovely -- I knew at once that I wasn't going to get any reading on this flight, on the other hand who cared. "Hi," he said, "my name is Karl." He held out his hand. "I'm Jon," I replied as I took his hand in greeting. The skin on his hand was soft and smooth; it was obvious that he had not been doing any hard work with hands as smooth as his. I was reluctant to release his hand, only I had to so that both of us could fasten out seatbelts for take off. We made small-talk while the plane slowly approached the runway and then suddenly we were up, up, and away. During our conversation I learned that my guess of his age was right on the mark -- he had only turned 18 the previous month and as a birthday present his Grandfather had given him a trip around the world, first class, with enough funds to take a whole year before he headed off to the university. Karl was German and he spoke English with a very light German accent, his voice was very pleasant, and he was willing to wade through my rather pathetic attempts to speak with him in German. "Why don't we just use English," he finally said. I nodded with a chuckle. "Is my German really that bad?" "I'm sure that with a bit of practice you would be doing quite well, only since I'm going to be spending most of the next year speaking English almost anywhere I go I really should get in a bit more practice." We talked without really saying much about anything, then the flight attendant came offering us drinks and a menu for the meal they would be serving in a little while. This wasn't a really long flight, but in first class they haven't started cutting back on the frills, at least not yet. After the meal Karl pushed his seat back and drifted off to sleep -- I just sat there, paying as much attention to him as I could. He showed a very nice basket under his tight shorts and I could see the nipples on both of his pecs, they stood up like a pair of very little erections attached to his chest. We have all joked about "The Mile High Club" over the years, and I will admit that I have managed to join it a few times, only this just didn't seem to be the day for it to happen -- there were too many people in the aisles and the trip really was too short. Truly a shame as Karl would have been the perfect partner, at least to me. When we landed Karl asked me if I would like to join him for a drink since he was waiting for the same flight I was. Now does anyone think that I wouldn't agree with that? "What are you going to do for the next twelve hours?" Karl asked me. "If they have a room available in the stopover hotel here in the airport I think I try to clean up a bit and take a nap." "I didn't know they had one of those here, that sounds like a rather good idea to me too." We finished our drinks and headed toward the next terminal where the hotel was located. I approached the hotel desk and asked about room availability. "We have one vacancy at the moment only it is a double and requires at least a ten hour stay." "I'm going to be here for almost twelve hours so I don't see a problem with that," I said turning toward Karl, "Since they only have one vacancy and it is a double why don't you share it with me. It's a lot more comfortable than sitting in the waiting room for the next twelve hours." He thought for a moment. "If I wouldn't be imposing on you," he finally said. I turned back to the clerk, "I'll take it," I said and handed her my credit card. "At least let me pay for part of the room," Karl said pulling out his wallet. "Forget it; it's on my expense account." "Won't someone question you later about the second person in the room?" "No, for one thing the room is the same price no matter how many people are sleeping in it and the second thing is that I own the company." I gave a little chuckle. Karl just smiled and put his wallet back into his pocket. The clerk handed me a room key and pointed toward the elevator that lead up to the rooms on the next floor. As hotel rooms go it was about what I expected -- sort of a cross between Motel 6 and a hostel. All of the things that were needed were there, but that was about it. The room was clean and fresh, the towels were a bit thin but serviceable -- there was no way it was going to be confused for the Ritz but I had stayed in a lot worse over the years. The next thing that I noticed was that there was only one queen-size bed -- I had expected twin beds, but this was much more to my liking, I hoped. I looked out the window and saw that we had a very good view of the planes taking off -- the building had obviously been well soundproofed as while I could see the plane I didn't hear anything. "Do you want to take the first shower?" I asked Karl. "Thanks." He opened his small travel bag and looked around for a minute before saying, "Damn it, I guess I packed my shampoo in my checked bag." "No problem, you can borrow some of mine," I said as I tossed him a small bottle. "Thanks again." Karl pulled his T-shirt up over his head, his chest was every bit as smooth as his legs were, and while he didn't have one of those six-pack stomachs, he was still well worth watching. I was waiting to see what was under those shorts, and it didn't take very long to find out -- without even a slight hesitation he pulled the shorts down revealing that while he did officially have on underwear, what he was wearing was actually more of a G-string and made the rather skimpy bikini briefs I usually wore seem almost baggy. He turned and went into the bathroom, one of those very small ones like you found in a small camper or one of those tiny hotels in Japan. The entire bathroom was formed from a single piece of fiberglass and you really had to come back out into the room to change your mind. He didn't close the door but just skinned out of the G-string and stepped into the shower stall. I only saw what he had for a moment, but that was enough to know that what I had taken to be a fairly good-sized basket was for real. What I really wanted to do was to try to climb into the shower with him, only there wasn't any room even if he had invited me. While Karl took his shower I stripped down myself, I hadn't been in route all that long, but when traveling I have learned that if you have a chance to take a shower you had better use it -- you never know when the next chance is going to come. I heard the water shut off and a moment later Karl stepped out of the shower with his head wrapped in a towel, drying his hair. I took a really long look at his naked body -- with his head covered by the towel I figured that he wouldn't be as likely to notice my attention. Suddenly he pulled the towel down covering his groin, "I'm sorry, I should have done that in the bathroom instead of walking around this room like I was all alone." "Don't worry, we are both men here and I rather doubt that you have anything different from what I have." He laughed and finished wrapping the towel around his waist, "Still that isn't how I was taught to be when in public." "I'm not sure that this room would be called all that public, and even the windows only look like mirrors from the outside." He smiled again. Following his lead I dropped my briefs before heading into the shower, I managed to get a good look at his reaction in the mirror and it was obvious that he was every bit as interested in my body as I had been in his. At 45 I wasn't a youngster any more, but I was still rather confident about my looks -- I'm just a shade under six feet tall and at about 175 pounds no one is going to claim that I thin, but I'm not overweight either, and my 8-inch cock has never been sneered at -- some guys are bigger of course, but most I have encountered are a bit shorter. It didn't take me very long to finish and I followed his lead leaving the shower with a towel over my head and my cock flapping in the breeze. Karl was still only wearing his towel around his waist, only how he was lying on the bed, his back up against the headboard, watching TV. His towel had fallen a little bit and from where I was standing I could see up between his legs to his 7-incher and the brown bush that grew from around the base. I picked up my small travel alarm and set it to allow plenty of time to catch our flight. "I generally sleep in the raw," I said, "I hadn't expected to have anyone here with me so I didn't pack any pjs." "That's okay, neither did I," he smiled once again. Karl's smile was something that should be bottled and sold to help people when they are feeling down in the dumps. I was having a very difficult time believing that this lovely young man was actually here with me at the moment. He reached over and switched off the TV and the light on his side of the bed -- ten he tossed the towel on the floor and climbed between the sheets, laying on his side facing me. "Good-night," he said. I turned off the other light and stretched out myself, the bed was surprisingly comfortable, but I rather doubted that I was going to get much sleep with this sexy young man there naked beside me. Normally I would sleep on my side such that my back was toward him, but tonight I laid the other way so that I could just continue to look at him. He closed his eyes and in just a matter of minutes his breathing had smoothed out and he appeared to be sound asleep. My 8-inch member was starting to grow and I knew that it wasn't going to be very long before I was going to end up with a raging hard-on. I started to think about trying to get out of bed and into the bathroom so that I could take care of the problem without disturbing him but meanwhile I just laid there, my own breathing smoothing out so that if he were to wake up he would think I was asleep. As I laid there I felt him start to move around and then the covers pulled up a bit and his hand crept cover until his fingers made contact with my fully erect cock. When he touched it he just stayed like that for a bit as if to see if I was going to do anything or say something. When I didn't after a minute he stretched his arm out a bit more until he had the entire head of my tool held in his fingers. I tried not to move and did my best to keep my breath slow and even, but it wasn't easy to do when a boy like Karl was holding onto my equipment. I was doing my best to appear asleep, only it was getting harder and harder with every movement he made -- then I felt him shift his entire body around a bit and all of the sudden I felt his mouth engulf the head of my cock. I almost blew my load right then and there. He ran his tongue around and around my cockhead while his lips clamped tightly around my gans -- I felt that I was truly in heaven. My only complaint was that I couldn't return the favor in the position I was in. I will admit that I really love having a boy like him sucking my cock, but I rather enjoy sucking as well. I decided that it was time to let him know that I was awake and that I wanted to be more than passive in this encounter. I reached down and placed one hand in his hair, slowly pressing a bit more of my member into his mouth. At the same time I tried to move around until we were in a classic 69 position and now I stuck out my tongue running it around the smooth tight skin that covered his uncut penis under the ample foreskin. Since I was cut I had always been a bit intrigued by uncut cocks, and Karl had obviously done a very good job of keeping his clean so that I felt that I was in seventh heaven as I pulled the mushroom-shaped head of his cock into my mouth. My action had given him the courage he needed to really start working on my erection so I just returned the favor and started doing my best to swallow his man-meat deep inside my throat. The head of my cock bumped up against the opening to his throat and his automatic gag reflex started to attempt to expel the invader, only he was having none of that and just push him head down harder and harder on my rigid tool. At the same time he rigid tool had reached the opening to my throat too, only I had had plenty of experience and it didn't take much effort on my part to allow the lovely piece of boy-meat entry into my throat. I pushed my head forward until I had buried my lips deep into his fresh scented pubic bush, allowing it to tickle my nose until I knew that I was going to have to pull back for a bit of oxygen or I was going to pass out right there and then. After gasping a couple of gulps of air I dove back onto the lovely one-ended banana until once again I could not go any deeper. This time once I had him in my throat I use one hand to slightly massage his erection from the outside of my throat until once again I had to pull back for another bit of air. At the same time Karl was attempting to do much the same thing that I was doing for him, only he was having a bit more of a problem as my member was a bit longer than his and he hadn't had the experience that I had in that regard. Still, he was going a very good job and I knew that it wasn't going to be very much longer before I blasted my load deep into his throat. At about the same time I felt his nuts starting to pull up, ready to shoot the load of hot boy jism that I wanted so I redoubled my efforts to get that fantastic hot, sweet, and salty juices that I was sure I would obtain from that fountain of youth directly before my face. I heard Karl start to grunt and gasp and I knew that he was going to cum -- all of his noises were the last little bit that drove me over the top at the same time and together the two of us reached orgasm at the same time. I did my best to not allow even a single drop of his delightful juices to escape as he shot load after load deep into my throat and I swallowed for all I was worth. At the same time I was blasting my own load into his sucking mouth as he did his best to keep pace with me. After what seemed like forever we both felt totally expended, he turned around until we were once again lying face to face and then I tried to lick a few stray drops of my jism that had managed to escape his vacuuming mouth. "That was fantastic," he said as I kissed the very tip of his nose. "You're not exactly a slouch yourself," I replied. "Thanks. This was the very first time I have done this," he said after a bit, "and I was worried that I wouldn't do a very good job of it." Now it was my turn to be very surprised, if this was his first time then I guess he was truly a natural cocksucker. "Jon, I have something else I would like to ask you," he said after a minute or so. "Go ahead and ask," I said, "I rather doubt there is anything you could ask me that I wouldn't at least try to do for you now." "I -- I -- I want you to fuck me." I was a bit shocked by this request. "Are you sure?" "Yes. I want you to be the one to take my anal cherry." "You haven't ever done it before?" I asked a bit surprised. "I've never done anything with another guy before, period," he replied. "You know that it generally hurts some the first couple of times?" I asked, concerned. "So I have been told, but I still want it, and I really want it to be you." "Are you sure you want to do that with someone you have only met a few hours ago? I'm seriously flattered by your offer, but you do understand that this is the one gift that you can only give once." All he said was, "Please!" I reached back into my travel bag and brought out a small tube of lube, "Since you have never done this before I'm going to use a lot of this to get your ready first." He nodded, pushed the covers down, and pulled his legs up in the air, holding them there so that I had a clear path toward his rectum. The rosebud of his anus puckered at me, almost winked even, and it wasn't surrounded by even a single hair. The only body hair I had seen on him other than on his head was a small bit under each arm and the small bush at the base of his cock. A fully grown male with this little body hair was not something that you saw every day, let alone asked you to fuck him. I squeezed out a fairly large glob of lube directly on his anus and began to work it deeply into his still virgin asshole. His sphincter muscle tried to grasp my invading digit. I withdrew it and pushed another glop of the greasy fluid directly on that lovely opening once again. This time I used two fingers to work the lubricating fluid deep inside him. When I first pushed inside he grunted a bit but then he seemed to almost be purring like a cat. Now I added still another finger, working the lubrication inside so that he would be ready for my once again erect member. Removing my fingers from his asshole I positioned his legs up on my shoulders and pointed my spear directly at the target. He shivered a bit as my cockhead made contact with his love hole. "I can still stop you know," I said. "No, I want you inside me," he replied between clenched teeth. I pressed forward, his sphincter trying to prevent my entry, only with all the grease I had already worked into him along with that which I had coated my cock his sphincter never had a chance and after a very short struggle it gave up and allowed the purple mushroom to enter the hot, moist channel of his bowels. "ARGH!!" he grunted as his ass lips tightened around the gans of the massive invader. I held myself motionless for a bit, allowing him to grow accustomed to the man-pole that now filled his rectum. Then I slowly started to press forward, his asshole swallowing inch after inch of the rigid flesh pole that was slowly filling his insides. When I had about five inches of my meat inside him I stopped and started pulling back. He attempted to push back, trying to take more of what I had to offer. "Relax," I said, "I'm not finished, but I need to pull back a bit before pushing more inside you." Once his sphincter had clamped around my gans again I waited a bit and then started pushing forward again. This time I managed to get between six and seven inches inside him before I once again pulled back. Now was the big push, with one mighty shove I pushed myself as deep inside him as I could, grinding my pubic hair against his ass cheeks so that he knew without any doubt that I was buried inside him. After another slight pause I pulled back until once again I only had my cockhead inside him, only this time I didn't stop, I at once pushed back inside him, again grinding myself against him, trying to get even more of me inside him. Now I started a rhythmic fuck, burying myself deep inside him and then pulling back until only the head was still inside. I started to pick up the pace now, in and out, in and out, faster and faster, him grunting each time I drilled into the bottom of his anus. I knew that even after I had shot that huge load a few minutes ago when he was sucking me I was going to blast another massive load deep into his bowels. My nuts once again started to pull up tight against my groin and when I looked down I saw that he too had regained his erection and was dripping pre-cum on his own stomach. I bent forward until my face was directly in front of his and then I opened my mouth and started to give him a bit open mouthed kiss. He opened as well and our tongues battled much like swords in an old movie while I continued working myself in and out of his asshole. All of the sudden I couldn't hold back any longer and I plowed myself as deep into him as I could possibly manage it while my nuts pumped load after load of hot man cream deep into him. At the same time, without his cock even being touched, he blew another load onto his stomach between our now hot bodies. When I knew that the very last bit of my juices had been deposited inside him I straightened up to pull my member out from inside him. "Please, don't pull it out, I want you inside me." I just knelt there for a bit while my cock slowly deflated until it returned to its flaccid state, at which time it fell out of his asshole with an audible "pop!" I lay down beside him, cradling his head on my shoulder, and kissed him on the forehead as he quickly fell asleep. I reached down and pulled the covers up over the both of us and in short order I joined him in slumber land. * * * * * The alarm went off and only a minute later my cell phone rang too. Karl was starting to rise also and he took hold my flaccid cock, obviously going to attempt to bring it back to full erection for a morning event. The problem was that since the alarm had now gone off we were going to have to forgo that if we were going to make our plane. "Why don't you go on and take your shower, I have to answer the phone." He reluctantly nodded and headed off to the shower. Meanwhile I answered the phone. "Jon Mertine here," I said. "Good morning Jon, did I wake you?" "Nah, I had to get up to answer the phone anyway." "Ah, okay," there was a bit of a pause and my humor finally hit its mark. "We're going to have to make a change in your itinerary, you're going to have to go back to Germany -- the people there are starting to back out of the deal and you are going to have to explain what that will cost them if they do." "What about Mexico City?" "Not a problem -- I have you on a flight back to Berlin that leaves about 20 minutes after the one you were going to catch to Mexico City so it wouldn't be a big problem." "What are the details?" "I sent it all by e-mail. If you have any questions call me back." "Okay -- bye." The phone went dead. Karl came out of the shower. "Good news or bad news?" he asked. "That sort of depends on how you think about it -- I don't have to fly on to Mexico today, on the other hand I won't be traveling with you again either." Karl nodded. "Oh well, my girlfriend is going to joining me there in any case so I don't think we would be able to have any more time together without having to explain things to her and somehow I don't think that would work out too well." I nodded and headed into the shower. When I got out Karl was dressed, much as he had been yesterday and he was just as sexy too for that matter. "If you don't mind I'm going to take off -- it was a wonderful night and I know I'll never forget. Perhaps one of these days we will run into each other again." I bent over and kissed him once more and then watched him as he walked out of the room. I dressed and prepared to go down and pick up my new ticket when I noticed that he had left his G-string on the floor. When I picked it up I noticed a slight scent of him still in the small patch of cloth that had covered his crotch. I finished dressing and packed the G-string in a small pocket, at least I would have that to remember him by. At that point it suddenly dawned on me that I didn't even know his last name -- oh well -- the name Karl would always have a special place in my heart from now on.