twisted-talez:Brent stood naked on the terrace in Vienna, sipping a glass of wine with the luxurious
twisted-talez:Brent stood naked on the terrace in Vienna, sipping a glass of wine with the luxurious feeling of a fresh load up his ass. He’d never been to Austria. Hell, he’d never so much as traveled to Europe. The past 24 hours had been a whirlwind — a dream. And Brent didn’t want to wake up. It all started yesterday evening. Brent merely stopped off at a bar near the airport on his way home from work. A hot, older pilot in uniform sidled up to Brent and bought him a beer. The pilot was having a club soda, “I’m not allowed to drink before flying a plane,” the pilot explained, “but I like coming in here for a chance to meet a hot stud like you.” Brent blushed. He’d never been into “daddies,” but had to admit he was attracted to the hot pilot with the dashing smile. “I’m going to be direct,” the pilot said. “I’ve got a flight to Vienna in one hour, and a two-day layover once I’m there. I can get you a seat on the plane. Come away with me. I’ll make it worth your while,” he winked. Without giving it a second thought, Brent threw caution to the wind and readily agreed to join the pilot. It was the next morning before they checked into the terraced hotel near the Stephansplatz. They thought they’d nap and then do some sightseeing, but they were soon fucking on the big, overstuffed bed in the room. The pilot’s stamina was incredible for a man his age, and his 8-inch cock was persistently hard. They had fucked six times before the pilot drifted off to sleep, no doubt exhausted from the overnight flight and the marathon fornication. The pilot had ordered up a bottle of wine at some point. Brent poured himself a glass, and headed out to the terrace. In less than 24 hours, Brent had developed a deep affection for the pilot, and he knew the pilot felt the same. He had already asked Brent to accompany him to Singapore next week. As he sipped his wine on the stately terrace, Brent imagined that THIS could be his life — a world he could have only dreamed of until now. The pilot stirred in bed, “Your phone is buzzing again,” he called from within the room. “It’s been doing that all day. Do you need to answer it?” he asked with concern. “No,” Brent said decidedly. “It’s just my wife.”Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. -- source link