City Break with Straight Friend

I had gotten to know Ryan through my husband and always got along really well. I knew he was straight but we had a bit in common here and there, he was re-doing his yard, I was a keen gardener myself, so we often bantered over projects like this.

He and his girlfriend at the time had become one of our closer couple friends, stayed with us on weekends and generally, just good people to know.

One hot summer day, they were down at our place and the four of us were enjoying the pool, relaxing, drinking too much etc.

I travel for work all the time and we got to talking about one of these city breaks where you zip off for just 3 or 4 nights and explore one city at a time.

Excitedly, Ryan chimed in, “Oh my god that sounds like so much fun, I’d love to do that, so many places I’d love to see.”

“Where would you go first?” I asked.

“This will sound totally random and silly,” he said, “but I have always wanted to go to Vienna. I have no idea why, just seeing it in movies and stuff, it just looks beautiful, have you been?”

“I have, “I replied, ”but only for work, so didn’t really get to explore. We should do it then! Let’s go!” I belted out.

Fast forward a few weeks and he and I met at the airport in the First Class lounge taking advantage of my status on the airlines and away we went on our first City Break.

For scheduling or some reason, my husband and his girlfriend couldn’t make it so it was just Ryan and I and before too long, after much champagne in the lounge we were winging our way to Vienna to explore.

We stayed in the heart of historic Vienna at a lush little Boutique Hotel. The first morning, we took in all the usual sites. The Hofburg Palace, the cathedral, a few quick museum stops and agreed to base our direction of travel and itinerary on the all-important food and drink! Vienna does have some really great places to eat ranging from the quaint outdoor cafes to the more decadent Mozart inspired theme evenings (and before someone comments, yes i know Mozart was from Salzburg, but Vienna celebrates him too). Basically, as we played tourist we maintained a constant buzz from the beer, wine and cocktails we shared along the way.

We had booked only 4 nights to explore and we crammed the second day with as much as we could and I have to admit that I was seriously starting to crush on Ryan as we played tourist.

He’s a good looking guy, stays very fit and has a smile that lights up the room.

My state of crush was enhanced because to be cheap we decided to share a hotel room which already had instantly made me horny when upon arrival he tore off his shirt to grab a quick shower and change.

He had come out of the shower with just his towel and after rummaging through his suitcase for underwear, he turned around, dropped the towel and bent over to pull up these very sexy bright red square cut briefs. The view from where I was sitting was a bit too much for me and when I did the same and grabbed a quick shower I had to jerk off a load quickly after seeing his ass.

I’m more modest than him so I had taken my change of clothes to the bathroom and came out ready to hit the streets.

He had clearly noticed that I had changed inside the bathroom, and when I came out he said, “Oh shit man, I’m sorry, I just stripped in front of you,” he apologized, “I didn’t mean anything, I sometimes think of you as a brother.”

I laughed and thanked him for the concern and shrugged it off as my modesty.

So that was the first morning and then that evening, when we got back to the hotel and ready for bed, he stripped again, this time down to his undies and then proceeded to sit on the bed for a bit before we said our goodnights and went to sleep.

The whole second day, every time I would myself walking behind him or taking scenic tourist pic with him in it I couldn’t help but see his sexy bod and ass in those briefs and by the late afternoon he was starting to tease me about taking so many pics of him.

The end of the second day, much the same, we had a long day of exploring, eating and drinking and were probably more tipsy than the previous night but although we were knackered from all the walking, we both seemed to be a chatty mood this evening.

“Man this has been really enjoyable, its great just hanging out,” he drunkenly said.

I agreed with him and suggested that we make this city break thing a regular feature.

He nodded agreement and then said, “I agree but you seriously gotta stop taking pics of me,” he laughed, “If I didn’t know better I’d say you wanted in my pants…”

I laughed it off as well and then half-jokingly mumbled loud enough for him to hear, “trust me, if that was an option I’d be there in a second,” I said as I looked away faking secrecy in my thoughts.

He laughed, “well you never know where the night will take us do you? Want a top up?” he asked as he leapt over to the bar.

I just held out my glass from the chair in the room and he came over carrying the bottle of scotch we had bought.

He was now suddenly in a very playful mood and as he walked over to fill my glass, he walked straight into my hand using his crotch as a battering ram.

I was a little taken back and initially thought he is probably not needing another drink so I moved my hand away and laughed.

But he shifted position and rammed his crotch again into my hand holding the crappy hotel glass only this time he lingered and his crotch was getting much harder to the touch.

I stayed pretty much motionless and he asks, “So how about it?”

“How ‘bout what?” I said smiling.

“How about we see where the night takes us.”

“You sure, I mean, hubbies and girlfriends and all.”

“It could just our little secret couldn’t it?” he asked as he finally poured my drink and put the bottle on the table beside my chair.

I couldn’t find my words and just smiled up at him standing above and that was enough approval for him.

He put one hand on each of the arms of my chair and leaned forward to kiss me.

I responded by leaning my head back slightly and we shared our first kiss.

I reached out to put my hands around his bent over body and began to grope and caress as we kissed with me sitting in the chair.

I didn’t particularly want to dawdle around with this kissing so after awhile I went straight for his belt and undid his jeans so I could tug them down. I hadn’t actually noticed him dressing this morning but instead of the bright red boxer briefs, tonight he had on these black ones I think by Versace with the gold etching around the band. All very sexy he looked as he stood up and stepped out of his jeans while pulling off his shirt.

After he had throw shirt and jeans to the side, I pulled him in close and my head was just barely above the level of his dick so I started to lick and slobber on what appeared to be a very thick cock inside those sexy as fuck briefs.

I couldn’t last long doing this so pretty quick I had tugged the briefs aside and let his dick out of confinement.

Nothing to complain about this boy’s dick.

Probably 7-7.5” uncut and beer can thick but absolutely perfectly straight and sticking perfectly straight out.

Such a I turn on, I moved ahead in the seat of the chair and started to blow him while he grabbed the back of my head and pushed in as far as I could take.

After nearly throwing up at one point because of the girth, “One sec babe,” I said as I got up to get the bottle of poppers I always carry in my toilet bag.

On a tangent, why are brand new bottles of poppers so hard to open!? It seems to take the most amount of time at the most awkward moment in time always.

Anyway, poppers opened, his dick slobbery wet from my blowjob, I poppered up and got back to work. This time though, he was standing with the back of his knees against one of the beds and I was on my knees.

He face fucked me to his heart’s content for a long time.

So long that my legs and knees were getting sore but, and he told me so, he loved getting his dick sucked by guys and was relentless in forcing me to suck.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum babe, suck my dick, you want this load?” he asked as I smiled and poppered up for what would be the last time before a splash of cum was unleashed across my face.

He grunted and shuddered as he finally came and a few nice wads came flying out of his beer can cock into my eyes, nose and mouth.

He had one hand on the back of my head and the other he was squeezing out the last few drops. I was licking and scraping the cum into my mouth trying to taste as much as I could.

“That’s so hot,” he said, “[name] won’t eat my cum, she says she doesn’t like it, but you can eat mine any day, that was a hot blow job man.”

Believe it or not, that was the fun we shared for the evening. After he cleaned up his dick, he hopped into his bed and I into mine and we both fell asleep.

The next morning we were both a little hungover but we managed to get up and going back to our touristing.

I tried as best I could to not take pics of him all the time but it was harder now and all I could think about was the next evening and if it would go beyond blowjobs.

Well, it didn’t, that evening, after we went to sleep, which was our last night in Vienna, I heard him jerking his cock in bed. “want some help there tiger?” I asked.

He didn’t say a word but I heard the sheets go flying back and I dutifully climbed in between his legs and gave him another long winded sloppy blowjob which culminated in a mouthful of his jizz.

The next morning, we flew home and reminisced about the trip in a very positive way without making one single mention of the cock sucking back in the hotel room.

We kept to our promise about doing more city breaks and over the course of the next year we did three other weekends away and it was while in Istanbul that my wildest dreams came true; after a day of exploring, Ryan finally fucked that sweet load in my ass.

As they say, that’s a story for another time.