I decided to indulge my cravings for argentine meat and returned to Buenos Aires for the holidays. Martin was waiting for me, semi-erection evident in his tight jeans, holding up a sign with my name as I walked out the airport. He gave me a hug, our bodies close, and his semi-erection rubbed against my thigh. I knew I made the right decision to visit.
Instead of directing me out of the airport, Martin dragged me to an empty bathroom stall and pulled my pants and underwear to my thighs. His mouth was full with my hard cock and I moaned my approval before I had a chance to register any objection to sex in a dirty bathroom stall. We heard other men enter and leave the bathroom, but that didn’t stop Martin from devouring every inch of my manhood. I whimpered when he pulled on my balls with one hand and kneaded an ass cheek with the other hand. A poke from a stray finger in my quivering hole sent me over the edge and I showered Martin’s mouth with my seed. Off his knees, Martin wiped his mouth with a smile and engulfed me with a passionate, ‘welcome back’ kiss. I eagerly returned his kiss, grabbed his crotch, and whispered, “Fuck me.”
My face was pushed against the wall and my ass was hiked up in readying position for a welcomed intrusion. Martin’s cock felt familiar, warm, silky, and large. My hole swallowed it up. It ached for an uninhibited fuck – flesh on flesh. I growled with each thrust, pushing my ass against his cock, eager to feel every inch inside me. Martin bit the back of my neck and used his hands to hold my waist. The initial slow fuck soon turned to an orgasmic high of jackhammering thrusts against my sweet spot. My moans grew louder and I didn’t care who heard me. The ecstasy of the fuck was heightened from the thought of others hearing us. Part of me wished for someone to walk in and join us.
It wasn’t long before Martin’s breathing grew heavy. I knew he was close so I clenched my sphincter around his cock, creating more friction. Martin yelped against my skin just before he cried out his orgasm and squirted his seed deep inside with a few final thrusts. We stood motionless, panting, with my body squeezed between the wall and Martin’s body. Martin kissed my neck before he pulled out. I clenched my sphincter again, this time to hold Martin’s seed inside. I wanted him inside me until our next fuck which I planned to take when we reached his home.
As planned, I was riding Martin as soon as my luggage hit the ground. It felt incredible riding his massive cock like a jockey on his horse. Lubricant was unnecessary with the wetness of his first ejaculation still inside me. My hands were planted firmly against his beautiful, hairy pecs, while his hands smacked my ass. I wanted to yell “yee haw!” like a cowboy riding an untameable bull. He was all mine from tip to base.
I was near orgasm when I noticed someone from a neighbouring building watching us while he smoked a cigarette on his balcony. One hand was tucked inside his shorts and it massaged his erection. We were turning him on and it made the ride more fantastical.
“We…have…a…guest,” I tried to say between breaths. Martin looked through the window and smiled, “He always watches.” I was a little jealous at Martin’s acknowledgment of other men in his bed but now he was all mine and that’s all that mattered. We both enjoyed exhibiting our sexual talents and I looked directly at the voyeur when I came all over Martin’s chest. The man smiled and tugged harder on his cock. His body shook with a noticeable wet spot on his crotch. The sight excited me to the point of riding Martin harder and faster. He came inside me again but the man on the balcony had disappeared before catching Martin’s orgasm. Nonetheless, the second feeding of his seed inside me felt warm and welcoming, and encouraged a renewed sexcapade with my argentine lover.
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Join Steve on his earlier sexcapades with Martin in “A Taste of Argentina” available for purchase on Smashwords and Amazon.