NOLA - What Superbowl? ;-)

From almost a year ago. (This was notified as having unpublished changes. Can't remember what they are...but it's not a new post)

Work has brought me to New Orleans for a brief visit and 'Mardi Gras' is getting under way. However being Sunday afternoon on a bright warm day…the bars are either full of (American) football fans or empty, as the Superbowl is happening. Not being in the slightest bit interested, I found a bar which was moderately busy, with some good music playing…and no TV!

I found a place at the bar, ordered a local brew, with the intention of just enjoying the band playing. However, the barman struck up a conversation…basically because of my accent. I guess he was mid 40’s, slim, 1m 75 with a shock of untidy blond hair. He was quite nice looking…but unkempt (tired) He explained that he’d been to the UK a couple of times while in the US navy (interest peaked slightly), but was now joint owner of the bar.

I told him I liked the French Quarter although now quite touristy …as it had so much character, had a good vibe, and reminded me of where I once lived in France.

As the conversation progressed he offered to take me on a quick tour of the immediate area. Well…it was nice of him to offer and I had nothing better to!! As the staff could manage without him for a while, I finished my beer and off we went.

I was slightly bemused by his friendliness… just taking off with a random bloke in his bar after about 30 mins of chat…but why not! We walked for some 15 mins, him pointing out things of interest only a local would know.

We talked about the European influenced architecture … at which point he said he could show me in some apartments!!! Turns out he’s a key holder to a number of buildings where the properties are only used as holiday homes.

I have to admit that that my Gaydar was most definitely out of power. Much as I’d looked for clues…I was quite convinced this fella was a straight guy just being super friendly. So, when we disappeared up a back alley ( no pun intended ) I didn't think anything too much about his potential motive.

The alley looked like the kind of place Jack The Ripper would lurk…with a genuine, working, gas lamp lighting the way to an internal courtyard. We looked in a ground floor apartment undergoing renovation. Nice.

We then went up an elaborate staircase to view a stunning, very french style, apartment which had a huge balcony overlooking the street. We then went up TWO floors to look at the very nice loft apartment. A little more contemporary.

Finally we went back down one floor to what turned out to be his business partners apartment! Again, it was very, very nice. He had been doing some decorating in the bathroom which he asked my opinion about. Finally, we went out to the balcony which was smaller and higher than the previous one, but it was in the sun with a great view of the surrounds.

So…then comes the first inkling. He told me he sometimes goes to the apartment to sit naked on balcony…and then looked at me waiting to see what my reaction is. To be honest, because the comment took me so genuinely by surprise, rather than suggesting we get naked now as i would normally, I made some slightly awkward, inane comment…almost embarrassed!!! I sort of waffled…I think subconsciously not wanting to sound too interested in his nakedness at that moment. However he picked up on a comment I made about how much time I was naked when living in France…blah blah blah. He asked if being naked all day made me horny!!

Well…from that point things changed. Suddenly, i realised he was ‘interested’…and i wasn't going to resist any advances. There was that moment of holding each others gaze…in silence…for just a bit too long. He then asked if i would like a drink and suggested we could sit naked on the balcony for a while. I agreed.

He went back in to apartment. I followed. He went to the kitchen asking what id like.

’ Just water would be good’ I replied. He returned to the sitting room with two bottles of water and handed me one. He then asked again if I wanted to go sit in the sun, naked. Of COURSE I did. So we started to undress. I could already see he was getting hard before he dropped his pants. He had a pale, mostly smooth, lean body…save for a dusting of chest hair. He looked a naturally fit fella as opposed to a buffed up gym bunny. As the pants were discarded, he turned towards me, displaying his average length but thick, cut cock, nestled in a trimmed bush. " Maybe best I don't walk out there until this has gone down" he said with a wry smile, " Just in case anyone’s looking’.

" Well I'm looking’ I replied, ’.... and you’re not offending me"

He took that as his cue. Now standing naked in front of him, he looked down at my almost erect cock and commented that he liked uncut and had been frustrated that he was never able to experience a British dick while visiting as navy boy. I suggested that perhaps now was his chance. He stepped forward, with one hand aiming for my cock, the other for the back of my head. He pulled me slightly forward as he leaned in. We kissed. A lot. We embraced tightly, our now fully erect dicks pressed against each other. He is a great kisser. For quite a while …maybe 10 mins…that's all we did, while pretty much rooted to the spot. Kissing and groping as passion started to properly well up.

He suddenly broke away, quickly took me by the hand and led me back to the first room we’d seen where the front door is…which, oddly, is the bedroom. "Did you notice the size of the bed?’ he asked as we went. To be fair, I hadn't really taken it in…but it is enormous. There’re even steps up to it on one side.

Like some choreographed move, he kind of spun me round and backed me up to the un-stepped side of the bed and pushed me backwards. Rather than sitting ON the bed, i kind of had to put my arms behind me and lift myself on to it. He remained standing, between my legs which dangled over the edge of the mattress as he leaned forward and eagerly took my penis into his mouth, accompanied by moans of approval…from us both. He was as good at sucking cock as he was at making out. As I lay there in the semi darkness with him expertly devouring my engorged knob and balls, I couldn't help but imagine him practicing on his fellow navy lads, on board ship. In my minds eye, they were all lined up, waiting their turn to feed him their seed (who needs porn!)

He was certainly having a good time down there, but eventually i closed my thighs either side of his head, trapping my meat in his mouth, and rolled on to my front, taking him with me…but he was now on his back with the full weight of my groin pressing my manhood down hos throat. As I drew my knees up, lifting myself off his face, he left out a gasping choke as he could breath again.

Instinctively, we both shuffled onto the bed more so he was more comfortable, and with knees wide apart I was able to fuck his mouth. The noisess he made were something like someone enjoying a decent meal for the first time in months. From the movement felt on my leg, I knew he was wanking himself. I pivoted on the axis of my dick, until we were in the 69 position and I was able to swallow his moist, throbbing penis. When he lifted his feet on to the bed and spread his legs wide, I hooked my arms round them and pulled them towards me so he was doubled up but it raised his arse towards me and enabled me to reach his pucker where I deftly inserted my tongue. His reaction was delight. Now his turn to close his legs round my head, he did his best to open up the availability of his sweet hole. It wasn't an idea position…but as my attention to his arse seemed to render him helpless. The attention on my meat, stopped, so i leaned further forward…between his legs…my weight now on my head as i delved my tongue as deep as i could. As he writhed and wriggled the thought flashed through my mind that i would probably be able to fuck him without lube. I had condoms with me…but no lube. That said…the damn condoms were in my jeans…in the other room. It's not far, but you know it is when you don't want to break the moment. For now, we lost ourselves in a period of rimming, kissing, body contact, cock grinding, sucking and rolling about the huge bed as if in competition for dominance. It was heated for sure. Both knowing what we wanted, and what we needed to give. There was no one taking control…it all happened instinctively, powered by raw sexual desire.

It was while he was on all 4’s…as i once again, buried my face between his smooth cheeks.... i was aware that his focus had changed. For a moment, thinking maybe something was wrong, i looked up. He had reached across the bed (we had moved about the bed quite a lot) and opened a bedside drawer. Inside were the essential gentlemen's accoutrements needed for moments such as this.

At that moment, he had poppers. After inhaling his fill, he rolled into his side and offered them to me. Taking my hit…we kissed. Our faces and bodies melting in to each other.

Time was lost for a while.

I knew he desperately wanted to be fucked, however I wanted a piece of his dick in me first. So, as i reached over him, nudging him on to his back, I helped myself to lube and a couple condoms from the drawer. There was no finesse about the application of lube. Swathes of it smothered over his cock ball and arse…applied with some gusto. I then sat astride him and worked his slippery cock into the crease of my butt…feeling his hard nob head exciting my hole. Knowing that a moment of weakness was approaching whereby was likely to slide his unsheathed knob inside me, I quickly unwrapped a rubber and place it over his patient bell end, unrolling it down the shaft to his already tight balls. With another hit of poppers, I was riding him in no time. I leaned back so my engorged member was more pronounced, waving about and slapping on his chest as i thrust my groin…eyes rolling as the sensation of fucking myself on him, took over.

As the effect of the poppers wore off, I leaned forward, gripped his blond locks and pulled his hair as i raised myself off him slightly so he could thrust up in to me, but as I leaned further forward to kiss his lips…his dick and my hoop unintentionally parted company. He relaxed his body.

I reached out for the 2nd rubber which i quickly donned. Shuffling backward between his legs I inserted two fingers. He responded well. I inserted a 3rd and 4th finger pushing deep inside him. There was no resistance. His moaning ramped up. With my free arm I lifted his legs on to my shoulder and pushed my hand deeper inside him. In a breathy moment he told me he had never been fisted. It was a statement …not a complaint. I didn't have my fist inside him…but his ring was feeling very tight now. With time and patience we might have managed it…but things were too heated for such patience so i removed my hand and immediately replaced it with my throbbing cock. I did wonder if he’d even notice it after having most of my hand up there…but with the first hurried thrust, his loud ’ Oh fuck, yes’ told me he was happy. Leaning over him i thrust hard and fast. ‘Fuck that's hot’ he repeated several times. I wanted to move him on to all 4’s again…but the first step towards that was for me to kneel upright and hold his legs up and wide apart as i continued to plough in to him. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open as he grabbed his cock and breathed…'Fuck! I'm so close to cumming' at which point he howled as his first salvo’s of jizz shot across his body and splatted on the bed beside his head. Taking up the mantle of pumping his own meat while I continued to hold his legs up and pump his arse…the white stuff flowed out on to his chest and stomach, accompanied by loud orgasmic groans.

I was just thinking that once he was spent I would jack off over him when I got a sudden unexpected kick from my balls which told me i would soon shoot a load of my own if i carried on fucking this fellas arse as I was. Going in to automatic, I thrust harder and faster. He clearly sensed what was coming and muttered encouragement ( granted, not with the same level of enthusiasm as moments before) along the lines of “Yeah…fuck my tight (?) arse. Shoot that hot load in me”. My knees were beginning to get sore and i would have preferred to change position, but the moment was so close I persevered - ploughing my swollen member in to him, until the blinding, mind numbing orgasm won over as i spurted my seed deep inside his hot butt, the rhythmic pounding now more laboured yet desperate. There effort being felt but the orgasm driving me on…until the moment passed and my flaccid body collapsed on to his…where we rested for a while.

As lucid thoughts returned…i wondered at the relationship with his business partner, whose apartment it was…apparently.

Anyway… that was this afternoon.

Here I am, sever hours later, the Superbowl is now over…and I'm off to his bar for the drink the he offered as we eventually parted company. I can be so cheap.

There's a part 2 to my NOLA trip. Most of which was video'd or photographed. Coming next :-)

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