Flights alternated between America and the Middle East. We enjoyed both as they we carried very different passengers, and of course, the destinations held different attractions. We rarely got to stay over in New York or Chicago, but we did in San Francisco. The flights were easy, although we had to stay awake (on black coffee),while most of the passengers slept.
As we had accumulated a bit of money, we decided to get a room in the Castro district, instead of the one by the airport, it would be handier for the nightlife, and quieter without planes overhead all night. We stayed at The Willow Inn, where the staff were uber friendly. Having not really slept for more than 24 hours, we were pleased to fall asleep in the cool of the air-con, the fan spinning silently above us.
In the morning, despite the jet lag, we were horny. We showered together, going down on one another, then bringing the sex back to the bed. After kissing and sucking some more, I held my legs open to receive Ansel's big black cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he rocked in and out, savouring every movement. After a bit, he pulled out and ate me some more, before mounting me again. Up on his fingers and toes, he plunged deep into me, changing the angles and making me drip, "Okay, go for it," and I began tossing. He pumped even harder and bred me. I wanked harder and sent ribbons of cum everywhere.
He chilled through the morning, then went to explore the gay area, where we chanced upon Eros sauna. We paid, took the towel, but left it in the locker and walked around naked. We relaxed in the hot tub for a while checking out the other clients, and playing with one another under the bubbles, and were soon both hard again and raring to go. At the back were a series of dark rooms, one with a sling. Another room had a porn video on. Two men had forgotten about the film and were making out. We settled in one of the cabins, and made out, leaving the door open. We soon had an audience, so Ansel stepped back, and let another guy take over, He was so worked up, he came in minutes. I turned over and rested my head on a pillow, with my bum in the air. I couldn't see who fucked me next, all I knew was that his dick was very fat, but at least I now had some cum in me to act as lube. Turned onto my back again, a delightful twink took me missionary, taking his time to kiss me, preferring to make love rather than just fuck. Ansel had gone off to another room. I found out later that he was both fucking and being fucked at the same time, with another dick in his mouth. It seemed us English boys were the centre of attention. I lost count of the number of cocks I had, I think at least a couple came back for second helpings. Spunk was running down my legs by the time I made my way to the shower. I dressed and waited for Ansel in the lounge, who came back with a young lad called Chas. Apparently, he was 27, but looked 19. Only 5'5", with plump rosy cheeks, I knew we were going to have a lot of fun with him. In the bedroom, I Stood in front of him, kissing and fondling his nipples, while Ansel knelt behind him, unbuckling his jeans and sliding them down to his knees, along with his boxers. It quickly became apparent that he was the guy with the very fat dick that fucked me in the sauna, and I was in for a treat. I kissed him and stroked his beer can into life as Ansel ate ass. We tumbled onto the bed, embracing one another . Some how, I ended up in the middle, whichever way I turned, I had a cock in my crack, either a long black one, or a shorter fat one. I thought it best if I had Ansel first, as I was used to him. With him on his back, I slid down on his pole, and I rode him while Chas played with himself. Then Ansel told Chas to get on all fours. I climbed off and guided Ansel into Chas's waiting hole, then got under him to get what I could into my mouth. Every now and then, I sucked Ansel's dick, adding more saliva. Another change, and I was on all fours. This time they took it in turns to ram me. The plowing went on non-stop. I was dripping onto the sheets. Chas came first, emptying gallons into me, followed by my boyfriend firing home, making me cum unaided. We lay in the half light, recovering, and fell asleep.
In the morning, I used the bathroom and showered while Ansel slept. Not wanting to disturb him. Chas fucked me again on the carpet, before dressing and letting himself out. I crawled back into bed with Ansel gently snoring and slept till 11.00. I was woken by Ansel's knob pushing into me. Love him as I do, I pushed back, feeding him into me. He held my hips and began humping. Ansel hauled me on top of him, so I could ride him, feeling his long penis sliding in and out. I leaned over to kiss him, and he produced a dildo from somewhere and pushed it up alongside himself. It was too much and I was dribbling again. Rolling me onto my back, he put my ankles on his shoulders and hammered me hard. I jerked in time with him, but he wasn't done. He pulled out again and shuffled up my body, and jacked over my face and hair. I could hold on no longer and splashed cum up his back.
Our homebound trip was much easier, as most of the flight was during the day, but another 24 hour day before we were back in our apartment, and our own bed. After sleeping for 12 hours, we showered together, but couldn't wait to go back to bed, so he took me in the shower, something we had enjoyed many times before. With my head leaning on my left arm, I tossed myself while Ansel pumped. Five minutes later, cum ran down the glass and away with the water. My ass took yet another load of Ansel's cream. I love him so much.
