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The plane journey from Sydney to Zürich Airport, including the stopover in Dubai, was like running in an endurance race and Oliver was feeling totally washed-out. He stood up as soon as he could, shortly after the plane had landed; removed his carry-on from the overhead bin and waited in the aisle for the disembarking to commence.
Lost in his own thoughts, he was jolted back to reality when the person behind him pushed their trolley into his legs.
“I really hate this, why can’t people be more patient and just wait a little!” thought Oliver angrily.
Two seconds had barely gone by and there was no apology heard. This was enough to ignite Oliver’s rage and so he turned around; his mouth poised in order to blast the ignorant person behind him, his eyes flashing like laser beams ready to slice them up in pieces for their thoughtlessness. But he was stopped in his tracks when he laid his eyes on a super attractive man; Oliver melted in that moment. The panther withdrew its claws and started to purr at what it saw.
The stranger was just a little bit taller than Oliver, at one metre eighty centimetres, and had beautiful grey-blue eyes, dark hair and full beard that was styled in a typical Arabian way. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and bright orange jeans with brown leather Italian shoes. Oliver’s cock stirred within the tight jeans that he was wearing and then he became conscious that he was being spoken to.
“Entschuldige mich!” uttered the stranger.
“Sorry mate, I don’t speak German!” replied Oliver rather abruptly.
“Aha, excuse me for bumping into you.”
“It’s alright, it just surprised me after such a long trip,” staring.
“Where have you come from? I embarked in Dubai.”
“I started my journey in Sydney, Australia and my end journey is Vaduz in Liechtenstein.”
The strangers beautiful smile broadened, “That is a long way, but Liechtenstein is very quiet and beautiful. I hope you are staying in a good hotel?”
“I will be staying with my parents and they normally only book five-star hotels. Oh, I have to go, the aisle is exiting, ciao!” said Oliver, smiling rapturously at the stranger.
Going through the airport, Oliver noticed the handsome stranger weaving in and out through the other passengers and then into the Customs Control area. Unfortunately, Oliver ended up in the slow lane rather than the new Electronic passport control.
Finally, he was through Customs and needed to relieve himself, quickly, so went to the nearest toilet and was pleased he did. Standing at the urinals was the stranger. Oliver lugged his thickish cock out of his jeans and started to piss when he saw the stranger staring at his cock.
“You like what you see?” grinned Oliver.
“I sure do,” whispered the stranger, but kept his body slightly turned away in modesty.
Suddenly the toilet was filled up and they had to look straight ahead as they didn’t want to attract attention. Oliver had heard that the ‘Polizei’ were really tough when they caught people doing sexual things in toilets.
Oliver finished pissing, shook his cock to remove any drops and then walked off to wash his hands, nodding goodbye to the stranger.
All done, hair in place and nearly through the doorway when he decided to look back. Fortunately, he did as the stranger was waiting patiently just inside the end cubicle, beckoning Oliver to join him.
“Mmmmmm, how can I refuse such a hot looking man, even with my luggage!”
As the stranger saw Oliver walking towards the cubicle he stepped back from the doorway. Oliver walked straight to the cubicle, pushed the door open and saw the stranger bent over, jeans dropped around his ankles and his beautiful firm arse exposed and ready to be used.
Leaning against the wall, he looked over his shoulders as Oliver positioned his luggage and locked the door. Oliver’s cock had thickened up in anticipation of what might follow. The stranger looked at Oliver’s bulge and smiled as he took one hand to spread his cheeks.
“Fuck, ram me with that thick cock of yours,” whispered the stranger.
Oliver quickly undid his jeans, releasing his rigid cock, then pushed his thick cock head against the strangers slightly hairy arse.
“Mmmmm, fuck yeah. Oh yeah… that feels so good,” moaned the stranger.
Oliver reached around the strangers body, his hands searching madly for his cock; he encountered massive big balls and the thickest uncut cock he’d felt for a very long time.
“Damn you’re huge and I am about to fuck that tight hole of yours,’ said Oliver pushing harder against the hot firm arse.
Oliver’s cock was seven inches long, thick and uncut. He rubbed the knob against the willing hole, the stranger moaned, “Take it easy, I’m not used to being fucked!”
Pushing further into the already moist hole, he heard the stranger gasp. Oliver pushed his thick cock further in, “You okay?”
“Yeah, it feels awesome.”
Oliver pushed right up to the hilt. He couldn’t go any further. His belly pushed sakarya escort against the cheeks.
“Fuck your hole feels so tight and warm,” moaned Oliver in his Aussie accent.
He pulled out until the head was right at the opening but the stranger backed up against Oliver, “Fuck me until you cum.”
Oliver started to jack-hammer the guys hungry hole.
The stranger started to ride Oliver’s cock desperately, “Please don’t stop, I like your thickness inside of me, I want to feel that big load of cum empty into my guts.”
Oliver noticed that the stranger was stroking his own thick cock and that made him even hornier; the sound of his legs slapping the other guys arse as he thrust into him brought him to the edge, “Fuck man, you are so tight I am ready to explode.”
All Oliver heard was, “I’m gonna cum too.”
Oliver started to lose control as he continued hammering the guys arse; he felt the arse muscles clench around his thick cock and that took him right over the edge and he pumped five big loads of cum into the strangers man-cunt.
He was breathing heavily as he felt the guys arse spasm around his cock as he shot his load all over the toilet wall.
“Aah, aarrghh, yes, oh yes, uu..hhh,” whimpered the stranger as he blew.
As soon as the stranger was finished cumming he grabbed handfuls of toilet paper to clean himself up first and then the wall. Oliver felt his own cock slipping out of the cum filled hole and watched as a load of cum came with it and ran down the strangers legs. He then bent down and pulled up his boxers and jeans.
Turning around to face Oliver, the stranger leaned into him and whispered, “I want you to fuck me again, soon!” He handed Oliver a business card.
Oliver took the card without looking at it and asked, “What is your name?”
“Abdi, yours?”
“Oliver.”
“Danke Oliver. I needed my hole fucked hard.”
Both men finished dressing themselves and walked out of the cubicle together, into the stares of the other men who were waiting. Oliver noticed that an older, well-dressed and attractive man smiled and winked as they past. Oliver gave him a wink in return.
Hands washed and all tidied up, the two stepped out onto the concourse and Abdi informed Oliver where he should go to catch the train. They kissed goodbye as if they were lovers.
***
This was not Oliver’s first time to Zürich Airport and luckily he had learned a tiny bit of German; mostly how to understand numbers. The signs were in German and English so it was easy to find his way to the train platforms. He was glad that he had pre-purchased the rail-ticket as part of the air ticket.
At the top of the escalator he read the display board and managed to catch the overhead announcement: “Gleis zwei einfahrt des InterRegio nach Sargans-Chur,”
He thought to himself, “At least I understood ‘Sargans and two’.”
A friend had taught him that each platform was divided into ‘Sektors’ of A, B, C and D, mostly, and the display showed which sector the First- and Second-class carriages should align to. He had purchased a First-Class ticket and with this train, the First-Class carriage was in ‘Sektor A’.
The train arrived and he moved into First-Class as quickly as he could, found a seat; put his luggage into the overhead storage area and settled back into the comfy seat.
“Hi Mum, hope you and dad are having a wonderful time?”
“Oh, Oliver it will be so lovely to have you here with us. Vaduz is small but beautiful and we are both feeling totally relaxed. Tomorrow we will go visit the Castle,” said his mother excitedly.
“Mum that sounds fantastic. Is the hotel nice? How is dad?
“The hotel is beautiful. It is out from the of centre of town but we have hired a cabriolet to drive around in. Your father is enjoying the mountain air and the Rhein River is nearby, so he is very happy. Oliver, what time do you arrive in Vaduz?”
“I arrive roughly at four o’clock in the afternoon. It would be great if you and dad could pick me up at the Post Bus stop!”
His mother replied, “Of course darling. Not a problem. Your father will enjoy the driving.”
“That is great mum. See you at four o’clock and say hello to dad for me,” said Oliver slightly excited.
“Bye Oliver, love you!” was always the last thing his mother said on the telephone.
Oliver was an only child and at forty-one years of age was still treated, sometimes, like a little boy by his mother; but, he took advantage of the situation mostly. He liked his yearly holidays with his parents and even more so because they paid for everything!
Settling back into the seat, he closed his eyes only to be reminded of his encounter with Abdi in the airport toilets. He could now feel the stickiness of his unwashed cock against his boxer shorts. His cock thickened up remembering the hotness inside Abdi’s beautiful tight arse. He wanted to fuck him again, but more importantly, would like to be fucked by that monster Arab cock.
He woke up as the samsun escort train was pulling into the platform at Sargans. It was here where he needed to disembark from the train and catch a bus service directly to Vaduz. He had a little bit of time so strode casually through the railway station, looked into a couple of shops and then found his bus. On entering the bus, he was greeted in the typical Swiss way of saying hello, “Grüezi” and then on showing the driver his ticket, heard the familiar, “Dankeschön!”
“Aah! The friendliness of the Swiss, it is always like being welcomed home!” thought Oliver.
***
In Vaduz his mother and father were already waiting at the Post Bus stop and on seeing each other, greeted with the normal hugs and kisses.
“How was your trip Oliver?” asked his father.
“I enjoyed it for a change dad. Long hauls can be boring if one doesn’t have a good movie to watch and the airports are just one huge shopping centre with everyone rushing around and hardly a ‘hello’ from anyone; but it was good.
“The bus trip coming into Vaduz was great. I love the feeling of this valley and it seems much quieter and cleaner here than it is in Switzerland; not that the Swiss are dirty or anything, but you know what I mean!” mumbled Oliver.
“I know exactly what you mean son. It is great here. The hotel has an indoor swimming pool, beautiful outdoor eating areas and is run by a family. We have been very happy here for the past week,” explained Oliver’s father.
“And Oliver!” stammered the mother. “There is a wonderful fitness area in the hotel as well. I’ve already had two massages and the staff are so friendly and professional. The best I’ve encountered for a very long time! You know how picky I am with Wellness Centres and their staff!” said his mother rather seriously.
Oliver opted to sit in the back of the cabriolet, sun streaming down on his body and he was happy as his parents gabbled away in the front seats. The mountains forming the valley gave it such a feeling of seclusion and the natural beauty was ‘beautiful’. All he had to say, occasionally, was, “Aha. Oh yeah. Right. OK!”
Listening to his parents he thought, “If they knew that I’d fucked some hot young Arab man in a toilet cubicle, at the airport, they would be absolutely disgusted in me.”
“You know Oliver, this car can virtually drive itself!” said his father excitedly.
“Well Robert, you know how I feel about cars driving themselves and it will not be happening while I am in this car thank-you!” said Oliver’s mother sternly to her husband.
Oliver looked into the rear vision mirror and saw his father grin and then wink at him.
“Well Isabella, I am sure there will be time for Oliver and I to try out the self-drive features when you are having another beauty treatment,” spoke Robert lovingly.
“I would kill for a massage,” said Oliver.
“Well darling, when you are settled, book yourself in for a treatment at the hotel Wellness Centre. The masseuses are well trained and very good with their hands I must say!” blurted out Oliver’s mother.
Oliver felt disappointed immediately on hearing the word ‘masseuses’, he wanted a proper massage with a hot man!
The staff at the hotel greeted Oliver and his parents at the reception area and Oliver’s luggage was whisked away to their Suite before they had time to object. He was immediately impressed at the friendly welcoming and knew that he would enjoy his time here.
In the Suite, there were two huge bedrooms with separate bathrooms that enjoyed a full-sized bath and separate shower area. The lounge area was tastefully decorated with plumped up chairs, sofas and varying sized tables along with views of the Rhein River from the balcony.
“Mum, dad, thank you so much for inviting me here. It’s really beautiful and I look forward to my massage. I guess the restaurant food is also fairly delicious?” asked Oliver.
Oliver’s father spoke reassuringly, “Everything is wonderful here trust me! We have booked an outside table for tonight, in the area that has views of the valley and the Princes’ Castle. The gardens here are extraordinary and they have huge grass plants growing; one could almost get lost in them. There are also some good restaurants in the town.”
With a heavy breath, Oliver announced, “Well on hearing that, best I have a quick rest and tidy myself up for dinner. What is the dress code dad?”
His father opened his mouth to speak but Isabella cut him off short, “Smart casual Oliver, but none of that Sydney stuff with washed out jeans and holes in the knees!”
“OK! I get it mum, geesh,” smiling at being told what to do by mummy.
They all enjoyed the wonderful dinner and selection of wine and had almost remained speechless as they took in the succulent flavours and views of Vaduz. Oliver had a good time secretly flirting with the hot looking waiter, who was more than accommodating with his attention towards Oliver. Luckily his parents didn’t notice, or maybe they chose urfa escort to ignore their sons sexual behaviour.
Stumbling into the Suite a little bit drunk, Oliver immediately launched with, “Dad you were right, the food is bloody magnificent. The homemade Ravioli with veal-spinach stuffing was to die for and then the main menu of Swiss duck breast with Thai curry and basmati rice… what can I say.. totally orgasmic!”
Oliver’s mother huffed and puffed and spoke to him sternly, “Oliver, really, you are beyond the pale sometimes. Did I really bring such a smutty boy into this world?”
“Isabella, come on!” said Robert to his wife. “Oliver is a little drunk and excited that is all.”
Oliver apologised to his mother by blowing her lots of tender kisses and asking for forgiveness. Knowing full well, that it would take a lot more than one smutty word to make his mother so angry that she would ignore him for days. He topped it off with, “I would love a game of Tri-Dominoes! Do you have it with you?”
His mother said, “Ooohhh, you are such a smooth operator and you know I love playing that game and of course we have it with us as always!”
His parents carried the German game with them wherever they went. Oliver enjoyed the interactions they had while trying to reach the four-hundred points necessary to be the winner. It was a game of counting but easy and fun. It could be played until the top score was reached or carried over to different days.
Tonight, they played two rounds and then Oliver was a little tired and announced, “Anyone for a quick walk outside before bed?”
Both parents spoke together, “No thanks.”
Outside the weather was cool and Oliver walked around looking out at the mountains and soaking in the night air. He deliberately found the kitchen area and as he had hoped, the hot waiter was outside enjoying a cigarette.
“Cigarette sir?” asked the waiter.
“No, but I would love to suck on cock instead!” said Oliver, eyes flashing brightly.
The waiter, shocked, managed to answer with, “But we are not even on First name basis sir!”
“Oliver, just call me Oliver and you?”
“Louis.”
“Well Louis, I’ll take that as ‘Ja’ and lead me to your secret hiding place.”
Louis smiled, “Under the outdoor restaurant area and hidden by all the tall grasses is the best place. Follow me.”
Oliver followed Louis into the area among the decorative grasses. The laughter of late-night guests filled the air and this would at least cover up any noise the two men might make.
Louis appeared to be in his thirties and was a little bit shorter than Oliver. He wore his hair, tied back in a pony-tail.
As Oliver followed the waiter, he started to feel horny looking at the beautifully formed arse in the tight uniform. His cock started to push against his jeans. But tonight, he was hot for swallowing some hot man juice and Louis was the lucky man.
They walked into the middle of the tall grasses and once hidden, Louis turned and dropped his black pants to his ankles. Oliver dropped to his knees instantly and bit on the cock through the underwear.
“Mmmmm… some hot salami and that is just what I need tonight,” moaned Oliver as he sucked on Louis’ cock.
Louis felt Oliver’s wet mouth and moaned heavily, disguised by the laughter of the diners overhead. The underwear was soon pulled down around his knees and he felt Oliver take his short but thick uncut cock deep into his mouth.
“Mmmh, aah, uuhh,” gasped Louis. “Fuck you sure do know how to suck a man’s cock good.”
Oliver pulled away, “Give it all to me Louis, fuck my mouth as hard as you want and blow that man load.”
Louis took that as the signal to go for it, and he did.
Grabbing Oliver’s head and holding it firmly, he fucked Oliver’s willing mouth, feeling his cock push past the tonsils and into the open throat, grunting as he thrust.
“Oooooooo Baby! Suck it good. I’m gonna blow soon!” moaned Louis.
“I will take it all Louis, all of it…!”
Louis buried his belly into Oliver’s face as he pushed his cock as far as it could go, “Oohh.. fuck yeah, oh yeah.. fuck I’m cumming,” growled Louis as four big shots of cum hit the back of Oliver’s throat.
“MMMM…aahhhh yeah… mmmmm… ” moaned Oliver as he gulped down a huge load from an average sized cock.
Louis had finished cumming and started to pull his cock out but Oliver wasn’t finished with him yet. He pulled Louis back into him so that his face was buried into the public hair. His tongue ran around Louis’ shaft and then he slowly released the cock until the very tip of the foreskin and then Oliver bit into the flesh.
“Oh man, fuck, what are you doing?” yelped Louis.
“I don’t want you to forget me,” stammered Oliver.
Louis pulled himself together, pulled up his black pants, tidied himself up and went to walk away.
“Same place tomorrow night Louis!” asked Oliver.
“Yeah man. Bis dann!”
As Oliver walked back into the Hotel Suite his parents were still up and reading. His mother looked up and blurted out, “Oliver what has happened? Your jeans are all dirty at the knees. Are you alright darling?”
He thought to himself, “Trust my bloody mother to notice that as soon as I walk into the room!”
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