On Tour - Chapter 8

On Tour Chapter 8 The Bareback Sex Short Story

Montpellier Nights

The next morning when I woke up in my hotel room overlooking the Place de la Comedie, I was sore and could feel cum dripping out of my stretched out asshole.

I could still smell man sweat all over my body and taste the remnants of hot jizz in my mouth.

It was only the second day of my vacation but I was already feeling satisfied. I slowly started stroking my cock under the sheets as I replayed the night behind the alley at Heaven.

My dick became harder and harder as I remembered bending over so I could take one uncut cock in my ass while another fucked my face.

Sometimes I love being the bitch.

Still, I knew I didn't want to spend every night that week at Heaven, so I decided to find an Internet cafe and learn more about mating habits of this cock hungry Mediterranean city.

I walked around the town until I found a street winding down from the local Virgin Records. I ambled past a large wine store until I got to the bottom of the street and found a cafe that looked like it would suit my needs.

Some of the customers inside were obviously high end hookers, so I figured that any search term I used wouldn't be frowned upon.

As I started Googling I looked around. Right next to me was a hot guy - looking at pictures of naked men.

My heart skipped a beat. I gave him a sly wink and he stared into my eyes.

Fuck, he was cute! Big and tall. Not French. Maybe English or Irish.

"Not from around here, mate," he said as I looked at his strong hairy arms.

I couldn't make out his accent. Not American, certainly, but not Irish either. It could have been Scottish or Welsh, but honestly my cock didn't care. I simply wanted him.

His clothes seemed a little ripped and dirty, but sexy and stylish like a rock star. I quickly glanced towards the door and he nodded his agreement, so we paid our bills and left the cafe.

Once outside I told him I was staying in a hotel in the Comedie. He asked if he could join me.

"My shower is for shit and I'm feeling dirty mate," he said.

"Dirty men are always welcome in my room," I replied, while staring into his cold blue eyes.

My cock was throbbing in my pants and I stole a glace at his crotch. His bulge looked huge.

It took us minutes to get into the hotel room and the second the door closed behind us, he pushed me against the wall and started kissing me hard.

He held my hands above my head and said, "You are going to be my bitch, mate. You are going to take my dirty cock."

I felt precum start to leak from my dick and I kissed him back as hard as I could. He released my hands and I dropped to my knees.

I wanted him to keep his dirty t-shirt on while he used me. So, I unzipped his pants and let his cock spring free. He wasn't wearing any underwear, which sent a dirty thrill into my soul.

My heart started racing faster as I leaned over and stuck my tongue out to lick his piss slit. His cock smelled earthy and manly and I could not wait to taste it.

I moved my mouth over the head of his dick and pulled his foreskin all of the way back. My hand closed around his shaft as my tongue started darting all around.

He let out a strong guttural moan when I finally took him all the way into my mouth. My free hand now cupped his tight ass cheeks and I let him start to fuck my face.

The stranger started pounding into my mouth like I was just an object for his pleasure. This caused my heart to beat even faster and my dick was aching to be released from my pants.

After a few minutes he pulled out. I was disappointed. I wanted to keep smelling his delicious balls. But then he pulled me up, and said "Get on the bed bitch and take your fucking clothes off."

I did as I was told and stared at his wet dick while he walked over to the bed.

He started kissing me again hard. I felt him position himself above me. He made no attempt to go into his wallet for a condom and I was very excited to know that he was going to give me hot, unprotected sex.

I spread my legs wide and started to feel him rub his cock against my asshole. Then the head started to ease its way in. He wasn't using any lube, but I was still wide open from the night before.

There was some initial pain when his cock head first pierced through my anal ring, but that was soon replaced by a wonderful sense of fullness, when he cock buried itself all the way in me and I felt his hairy balls start to tickle my ass.

'Fuck me," I moaned. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"You like my Welsh cock in your ass don't you, bitch," he screamed. "You like taking my bare cock."

"I love it," I moaned.

He pinned my arms above my head and started fucking me faster and faster. My cock head was now rubbing against his tight stomach muscles. Every time he pulled out I felt empty. Every time he thrust back into me I grunted in primal sexual pleasure.

"I'm gonna come inside you," he said. This was a statement and not a question.

"Yes!!!!"

With that he arched his back, grunted and I started to feel streams of hot cum flow into my bare asshole.

That's when my own cock started to erupt, spraying ropes of come onto his stomach and chest. The stranger then pulled out of my cock, leaving me empty.

"Clean me up," he barked, pointing at the mess I had made on his body.

"Yes," I said.

I sat up and started to lick my cum off his erect male nipples and kissed my way down to his stomach. The jizz was still warm and tasted salty on my tongue.

When I was done he kissed me again and I forced some of the jizz back into his mouth. We made out for several minutes before falling asleep in each others arms.

About an hour later I woke to the sound of his snoring. I finally had a chance to take a good look at his body.

He was perfect.
Not too ripped like a gym fag, but just nicely toned - like a man who had earned his muscles doing something manly like chopping wood or moving furniture for a living.

His legs were hair and taught. His cock was long - a shower not a grower. I let my hand gently move down and started caressing it.

It started to grow under my touch, but my stranger kept snoring. For some reason, the idea of molesting him while he slept started turning me on big time.

I knelt above him and started softly licking the tip. I could taste his sperm and my ass so I started sucking the juices off his fat crank.

His dick was soon fully erect. When I saw the first signs of precum, I gently licked it off and then took the shaft fully in my mouth.

Within seconds I felt his arms start to play with hair. The stranger was awake - but he certainly was not complaining about anything I was doing.

This time I wanted to take some control of the situation, so while my lips started moving up and down his shaft, my hand moved back to seek out his tight asshole.

His balls were resting against my chin and my finger moved into his butt. I started finger fucking his rosebud in perfect time with his cock pounding into my throat.

Once again he started fucking me hard. He made no attempt to be gentle - and I was glad. He was showing me that he was a man who takes what he wants. That was exactly what I was craving.

His cock tasted so good. Unlike the men I dated in America he didn't wear any cologne or aftershave. He just smelled like a natural hard working man. His pubes tickled my chin and his ass kept clenching around my finger.

My own cock was now rubbing against the side of the bed.

"You are so fucking hot," he said. "Take my cock. Suck it. Suck my cock. Suck my cock."

Too soon, he once again pulled out of my mouth. We started French kissing each other and I could feel my cock rubbing against his shaft while we made out.

We kept humping against each other and my precum was leaking onto his dick and his precum was dripping against my balls.

I had not felt so turned on in years.

"I love fucking you," I said.

"You are so fucking tight," he replied. "I need to fuck you again."

"Please," I said. "Please fuck me."

"I'm gonna fuck you," he said in his Welsh accent. "And then I'm going to cum all over your face."

"Yes," I said. "Fuck me and cum on my face."

With that he spun me around and positioned me on my hands and knees on the bed. My ass was in the air and entered me with one brutal thrust.

The stranger started spanking my ass and calling me a "dirty slut" while he pounded into me. His thrusts kept getting faster and faster and I felt like a happily ravaged man whore.

"Fuck me harder," I said.

"You are so fucking tight," he said. "I'm losing control!"

"Do it, baby," I moaned. "Take me. Fuck me. Cum on me. Cum in me. I don't care. Just cum for me, baby."

The stranger then pulled out and told me to "roll over."

I eagerly complied while he started jerking off his large cock.

The next thing I knew my face was being showered with his hot seed. White jets of man juice were dripping off my chin and onto my chest. I started rubbing the semen into my skin, trying to get as much of his essence into my body as I possibly could.

When the stranger was done I still hadn't cum. My dick was pointing straight towards the sky, soaking wet with sticky fluid.

"Do it onto me," the stranger commanded. "Touch yourself for me."

I tightly gripped my cock and aimed it at his softening dick.

It only took me about two strokes before my own explosion happened.

As soon as I had finished coming, the stranger took me once again in his arms and we started kissing like long lost lovers.

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