Hearing the waiter approach, he hastily re-zipped his not-so-little friend, paid for his beer, and—while leaving the bar—passed by my table, looked back, saying "Have a great night." He took his room key out of his pocket, showed me his room number, and walked up the stairs. I had become very horny, and my heart was racing a little faster. I finished the scotch, paid, and -- without too much thinking -- followed this man. Lo and behold, the door to his room, as if by accident, was left slightly open. I stood in front of the door for a few moments, took my courage, knocked, and entered the room, closing the door behind me. No-one was there, but I saw steam coming through the bathroom door. He must have heard me coming. When I peeked into the bathroom, I saw him standing in the filled bath tub, facing me, naked and wet, smiling broadly over his attractive face, while holding his erect penis in his hand. At that moment, I did not need much encouragement to undress as well, and in a very comparable state, I stepped into the bathtub, where I was greeted by the jet of warm water and the smell of expensive shower gel.
Like my body, his was essentially without any body hair, with his pubic area being trimmed. Without too much forewarning, or -- for that matter -- any conversation, he began to shower me with deliciously warm water, before he began to rub his shower gel all over me, my chest, my arms. I stood up, so that he could touch my behind, softly fingering my anus, and -- while kneeling in front of me -- my legs. Finally, what appeared to have been a really long time, he directed his attention to my balls and my throbbing dick. What a pleasure it was to feel his carefully manicured hands all over me, watching him looking up my face. He rubbed my penis carefully, patiently, and very sensually, before taking its head softly into his mouth.
He stopped, though, and stood up, moved behind me so that I could feel his hot penis in the crack of my arse, while he rubbed my chest, my stomach, and everything else below it. His hips moved rhythmically, and the soap and the water on our skins made the movements very smooth. I turned around, touching his body, first sliding my hands down his sides, before tenderly caressing his chest. I was transfixed by his -- now ever more attractive -- dick. I had always been a little afraid of exploring my bisexual side without protection, but nothing kept me from taking his penis into my eager mouth, moving my lips and my tongue softly up and down his shaft and, even more softly, around the head.
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