I had to attend a three day conference in Strasburg on climate change. Lance could come, but he had to pay his own way. To reduce our carbon footprint, we took the train and stayed at The Hilton.
The conference itself was very boring. Lance went sightseeing, while I had to listen to politicians drone on.........and on. I sat next to the Spanish delegate, Tomas, and we spent a good deal of time chatting about our countries and cultures. Madrid is a favourite destination for us, it's just a shame the nightlife starts so late. He was also staying at The Hilton, with his partner, Jorge, so I suggested we dine together.
We met at 7.30 for cocktails. Dressed casually, they made a handsome couple. Both about 5'10", with black hair, olive skin and brooding eyes. Jorge had a pencil moustache. Their English was good, with a strong Catalonian accent. After dinner, we wandered to a cafe by the river. After a few beers, Lance let it slip about Jose, our barber with benefits. The conversation became steamier as they recalled some of their own sexy meets. I had to adjust myself, as Jorge seemed intent on giving me his Spanish seed. Lance and Tomas were whispering and stroking thighs. It was time to return to the hotel, with Lance and Tomas hand-in-hand, and Jorge and me with arms around each other. In the bedroom, Jorge and I kissed, his tongue invading my mouth and his hand squeezing my butt as he ground his pelvis into me. Tomas and Lance were locked in a similar embrace. Clothes are abandoned and we're soon all naked on the bed. With little room, hands and lips are everywhere. I shuffled down the bed and took turns in sucking all three shafts. I was sucking Lance, when someone started eating my ass. I concentrated on the dick in my mouth as a fat, mushroom-head pushed into me. Every pump forced me further down Lance's pole, choking me. Lance moved away, and Tomas took his place, with his fat, uncut cock. Lance had got behind Tomas as he fed his dick down my throat, with a slight saltiness of wee coming from under the foreskin. Jorge still pumped away, totally in control. Tomas pulled away and sat on Lance's weapon, bouncing up and down, and swearing in Spanish. Jorge rolled me onto my side, allowing me to get a hand on myself. Still he pumped on, pulling out and running it up and down my crack. An amazing lover. Tomas was much more urgent, as Lance thrust up to meet him. He began wanking furiously and deposited his load on Lance's chest, who banged ever harder, breeding Tomas with a series of groans. Behind me, Jorge pumped on, the perfect lover. My cum ran over my thigh onto the duvet before he finally released his sperm. Tomas climbed off Lance with cum bubbling out of him. We had a four-way kiss and cuddle, some wine from the minibar, and they left.
The following evening saw us at the same cafe, but afterwards, Jorge and I went to one bedroom, and Lance and Tomas to the other. Jorge made Latin love to me, with amazing stamina, touching me where I didn't even know it excited me. The foreplay lasted over an hour, until I begged him to fuck me. Even then, he would stop, change positions, suck or eat ass, before continuing. It was gone 1.00. I had an anal orgasm, cum spilling out of me with no help. His first couple of jets went over my bum, and he bred me with the rest. Lance had the same treatment. Tomas had taken control, teasing him for ages, before fucking him in a variety of positions, finishing by shuffling up and blasting on Lance's face, then Blowing Lance. In the morning, I came back from the shower to find Jorge hard again. I wasn't sure if I could cum again, but I let him take me missionary and breed me again. Over breakfast, we swapped descriptions of the night's love-making. Lance had to have me again before I went to the lecture, with a leaking bum.
Well, I did my bit for saving the planet, and got well and truly fucked for my efforts.
On returning to England, I had to produce a dossier for my boss, Mr. Reynolds, a bald man in his 60s, typical Civil Servant. On entering his office, he told me to lock the door, which I thought a bit strange. He told me to come round his side of the desk and go through the salient points with him. I'd already made notes in the margins, knowing I'd be grilled. "I hear from my Spanish friends, that you had quite a good time", raising one eyebrow. I blushed, but my dick stirred. "I understand you made good use of this", and to my horror, he gave my cock a squeeze, making it rise further. His eyes were directly in line with my zip. Without saying a word, he loosened my belt, undid my trousers and let them fall to my ankles. Bend over the desk, he ordered. I felt lube being applied, then is hardness forcing its way in. I gripped the desk as he fucked me hard, cumming quickly. (he'd probably been thinking of this all morning). He did himself up and thanked me for improving Anglo-Spanish relations. "That'll be all for now", he said, as if nothing had happened. I saw myself out.
Back home, I told Lance, who could barely believe it. We went to bed before we'd even had dinner. With s stripped, we kissed and embraced. He then had me on all fours so that he could lick my spermy hole. His cock slipped in easily and he pumped away, somewhat gentler than Mr. Reynolds, but with the same effect. I put my briefs back on and sat in a puddle of cum over dinner. We had an early night, and Lance sucked me off before sleep.
Apparently, the next conference will be in London........
