Strolling Takes You to Water Travel Pt. 1
Heading out from our home in suburban Dublin, I made my way to work, prepared for the two challenging weeks ahead that awaited me at the branch office south-east of Ireland. My thoughts drifted to my relationship with my wife, wondering if this time apart could potentially revitalize her sex drive.
Two hours into the drive, I arrived at the luxurious 4-star hotel where I would be staying. The breathtaking view of the estuary from my room was mesmerizing, featuring a spacious king-sized bed and a massive 50-inch TV.
I decided to have dinner in my room for a change, venturing outside afterward to explore the walking trails near the hotel.
As I approached the castle grounds, I was pleasantly surprised to find a well-lit path leading through the property, overlooking the river estuary. But my delight quickly turned to confusion and curiosity as I neared the ruins, for there was an unexpectedly large gathering of vehicles in the car park. Strolling along the main path and past the broken-down benches, I was greeted by an overwhelming stench.
As I reached a hidden viewing point overlooking the estuary, what I found was completely unexpected. A man stood there, stroking his erection. This was the first time I had seen another man's cock in nearly a decade since I stopped playing rugby. My fascination with men and their bodies had always been strong, which was evident from my extensive catalog of pornography.
Without another word, I continued down the path, anxious about his presence. I looped back, sneaking another peek at him, only to find that he was still there, fingering his erection.
"Hey there, what's up?" he casually greeted and inquired.
"Isn't it a nice night?" I replied deflectively, my mouth feeling unusually dry. My mind flashed with thoughts like "Would he let me touch himself? Could I watch him stroke his icky penis?"
"If you want," he said, radiating a calming presence. "My name is Patrick. What's yours?"
"I'm Jim, just here for a short stay nearby."
My hands began to tremble as I hesitantly reached out to touch him, tentatively caressing his warm and glistening cock.
"Wow, Jim. Your technique is impressive. Nearly made me cum!" Patrick exclaimed.
Patrick continued to pull away, touching the head of his meat. "Jim, mind if I see yours too?"
Now in a horrible state of nervousness, I unzipped my pants, undid my belt, and unbuttoned my jeans to release my cock from its prison. The cool breeze felt refreshing against my manhood.
"Patrick, you've got an impressive cock," I grumbled. "Mine's not quite as big."
"Well, you've got more girth!" he complimented.
His good-natured demeanor continued as he kneeled down and began sucking on my cock. The sight of my wife giving head was a familiar delight, but this novel sensation was incredible. It wouldn't be long before my release.
"Patrick, I'm almost there!"
"Jim, do you want to unload all over my face?" he asked.
"I think I have no choice," I reluctantly agreed.
Moments later, I could not hold back any longer and unfurled a torrent of cum across his face. Yet, as if that was not shocking enough, I was completely shocked to discover that there were three other men observing us, each man furiously stroking their own erections.
"Is that all?" Patrick asked after a few moments of silence.
"I have to go," I rushed out. My journey into the unknown and the pleasant surprise had left me at a loss of words, stunned by the events of the evening.
Patrick removed his shirt and dropped my jeans to my ankles, improving their view. The trio took pleasure in witnessing our undressed state. Jim seemed around 170 pounds, standing at 5'10'', with a sculpted physique and plenty of hair on his body. As for me, I didn't possess his toned appearance and was a few inches shorter and a few pounds lighter than him.
Patrick engulfed my penis with his skilled strokes. It didn't take long before I surrendered to the ecstasy. I released a hefty load onto Patrick's visage, who ensured he wasn't missing a drop.
As I gazed at Patrick, I realized I had cum on another person's face for the first time. The sight of my wilting member in his hand was fascinating.
"Jim, that was amazing. Your semen was scorching hot!"
"Thanks, Patrick," Jim replied, "Too bad I have to return to the hotel to prepare for work tomorrow."
"Jim, return here tonight. Let's explore this connection further!"
"Absolutely," Jim said. "How should I contact you?"
"Message me on Spurt, that website has the information for this cruising spot," Patrick responded.
"Patrick, I won't forget my initial encounter in the sunny southeast!"
I hustled back to my hotel, reaching it past midnight. There was a refrigerator with bottled water, which I quickly consumed to refresh myself.
The coming weeks might turn out to be thrilling!
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