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It was summer in Copenhagen. Not a bad time to visit if you are to visit Copenhagen, but business travel is usually a lonely proposition. You get lots of hotel bate time, and that's enjoyable, but it's mostly work and sleep.
It had been that kind of trip for me. Things had gone well so far, and I was enjoying my visit, but I was on edge... horny... wanting some cock interaction. I figured I'd go to my hotel room, get online, find some good porn, and work my uncut tool to an orgasm. First, I wanted a snack.
I made my way down to the hotel cafe. It was empty, so I chose a booth on the edge, and ordered something light to tide me over. I was kind of lost in thought when I noticed a movement in my peripheral vision. I looked over and saw a gorgeous young man take a seat in the booth right across from me. The server came over and took his order. Since I was looking his way, I smiled. He looked at me and smiled back. This young man was a typical Dane: tall (about six feet) and thin (140 pounds).
He had bright blonde hair, shockingly blue eyes, and a warm smile. It was difficult to take my eyes off him, so it was fortunate that the server brought my soup to me about that time. I began to eat but kept thinking the young man was looking at me. Whenever I would glance his way in between sips of soup, he'd be looking my way with that young smile. I wondered why he was there. Perhaps he was on a trip, and his parents had arranged for him to stay at this hotel. Didn't really matter: he was there, he was gorgeous, and he kept looking at me!
The server brought him his order: a milkshake! I glanced over at him as he wrapped his teen lips around the straw. He was looking directly at me and smiled again. I smiled back. Then I began to take in the full scene.
Here was this gorgeous young man, maybe four or five feet away from me at the next booth. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts that clearly showed off his lanky legs and what appeared to be a nice basket! He wore sandals on feet that were proportionate to his size. I tried not to be too obvious, but I couldn't help myself. I was horny, and this handsome teen was in a booth right next to me! And he kept looking at me! So I couldn't help but look back.
As he was enjoying his shake, his eyes never left me. Then I noticed additional movement. He was moving his legs back and forth, back and forth... almost like masturbating without touching himself! When he spread his legs, his bulge was obvious, and as he brought them back together it was clear he was turning himself on! So I decided to be bold. I kind of stretched out in my seat and half-turned so that I was pointed toward him. I reached down and gently groped myself. There was no mistaking what I was doing. I was looking directly at him and my hand was in my crotch. He noticed.
His eyes left mine and looked directly at my crotch as I began to rub myself. It only took seconds before my cock hardened, and there was a large bulge in my shorts. Mirroring my own behaviour, the young man also stretched out, half-turned toward me, and placed his hand in his crotch. I could actually SEE as his cock got harder and filled out the crotch of his shorts.
I more openly squeezed myself until a dollop of precum began to soak through my shorts, leaving a noticeable wet spot. I began to lick my lips, being obvious that I found him attractive and would love to use those lips in ways that would please him. He continued to rub his engorged cock through his shorts and smile at me as he looked directly at me.
About that time, another patron was seated not far from us, so our visible ritual had to stop. I ripped off the corner of my napkin and wrote my room number on it... nothing else. I looked at the young man again, looked down at the paper, and pushed it to the edge of my table. Then I got up and left.
I went back to my room in a dash. That scenario was SO HOT! We were BOTH turned on, as our throbbing bulges were obvious. I had no idea what to expect. I am sure he saw the paper. Would he pick it up? If so, would he stop by?
Regardless, I knew that I would be masturbating to what had just happened. I stripped naked, kind of hoping he would stop by. My turgid cock was throbbing with unfulfilled desire.
Before I could even start to stroke myself, I heard a soft knock on my door. Was it him? I walked to my door and looked out the peephole. IT WAS HIM! Dare I open the door in my condition? Well, if he had come to my room, he obviously wanted to finish what we started!
I opened the door partway and looked out. There stood this teen god with his t-shirt off and his shorts unbuttoned. The head of his hard cock was pointing out of the top of his underwear.
I opened the door the rest of the way. He saw that I was naked, and quickly came in. He instantly wrapped me in a hug, grinding his hard cock into mine and passionately kissing me. Then I dropped to my knees and pulled his shorts and underwear down and off, staring face-to-face with his throbbing teen cock. In a swift moment, I engulfed him with my lips, swallowing his uncut Danish cock all the way down to his blonde pubes. His moan was primal as the feeling washed over his lithe body. He began to naturally pump his cock in and out of my mouth. While I was worried he might cum too quickly, I knew someone that age could "recharge" almost immediately. So I simply wrapped my lips tightly around his rod and let him pump. I jerked myself while he did so.
His pumps grew faster and faster and more frantic, as his guttural moans indicated he was getting close to shooting his wad. I grabbed the back of his tight butt and pulled him into my mouth. The sound that came from him was one of the most amazing I have ever heard! His hard cock got even harder and as he pumped and I pulled, he shot a huge wad deep into my throat, gasping as he did so. I held on tight until the waves of his teen orgasm subsided. Though he was still hard as a rock, he gently pulled himself from my mouth. "My turn," he said in perfect Danish-accented English.
He pulled me up, my hard cock bobbing in the air and leaking copious amounts of precum. Then he dropped to his knees and took me into his mouth. His lips were soft and wet and hot, and he expertly swallowed my eight inches all the way down. My moans had to indicate how good it felt. His expert ministrations took me to the edge very quickly, and he expertly guided me to an intense orgasm.
It wasn't to stop there. We both moved to the bed, our cocks never losing their hardness. I sucked him off three more times in succession, his cock never getting soft and his cum always being in copious quantity. He sucked me off two more times.
We had been going at it for about an hour, and we decided to take a shower. In the shower he jerked me off one more time, then turned me around and masturbated himself, shooting a large load on my stomach.
We finished washing ourselves off, dried ourselves, and got dressed. We hugged again, a loving exchange of a connection that wasn't expected but gave us both the thrill of our lives.
As he had to go, we walked toward the door. He turned to me and gave me a quick kiss. "Tak," he said in his native language (thanks). Then he was gone.
But the memory lingers. His taste. The feeling. The satisfaction. I hope he remembers this forever, as I will.
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