[SS-004] Tourist

[TOURIST]

You are crossing a footbridge heading to the parking lot where your car is. You are texting to your girlfriend, telling her that you are on your way to the restaurant you reserved. You have the engagement ring in your pocket. Everything is set.

However, after a few steps, you see a man wearing red sando and khaki shorts. He is carrying a back pack. You notice that he is reading a map. Upon looking intently, you realize that the man looks like a tourist from another country. Somehow, something lures you to him.

"You need help there buddy?" you ask.

He looks from his map to you. From his facial expressions, you can tell he is troubled. 

"I think I'm lost," he replies with an almost indiscernible accent, Chinese perhaps, "I can't find hotel."

When he tells you the name of the hotel he booked, you realize that you actually know that hotel. But it is out of way, and you are worried you might be late for your engagement plans if you accommodate him.

"Please, help me," he implores. He gleans at you with puppy dog eyes. Suddenly, the mounds of chest muscles under his shirt become more pronounced. You notice his large arms rippling with hard flesh every time he stretches out and holds your arm.

You keep instructing him about directions and explaining why you cannot personally take him there. He touches the back of your neck and whispers, "please, help me. I will pay you back more."

The touch sent shivers down your spine and somehow it compelled you to agree. So, together you walk side by side to the parking lot. You get goosebumps every time the side of his solid triceps would bump into your less muscular arm.

You reach the car. You guide him inside and make him take the front the passenger seat. As you drive, the tourist tells you stories about himself. But you notice also that he keeps caressing his body while converses with you. Also, he keeps touching the bulge in his shorts. Looking at it disrupts your driving but you cannot help but steal glances at the muscle stud beside you.

"Here you are," you announce when you arrive at the hotel.

"Come to my room, I give you gift," he tells you.

You want to decline, but you know that he will only insist. Besides, you seemingly have developed an unusual liking for this attractive foreign fellow, so resisting has become futile. A few more minutes with him would not be too much. So, you give your keys to the valet driver and you accompany him to his room

Once you get inside the unit, you smell a certain aroma in the room. It lures you further in and makes you more relaxed. As soon as Mr. Tourist closes the door, he drops his bag, pulls up his sando and takes off his shorts and undies. He stands before you, naked, with a big, erected boner.

"Thank you, please take my gift for you," he mutters under his breath.

Your eyes are glued at the cock in front of you. Your knees wobble and fall on the floor. You smell the hard flesh in front of you. In a short while, you are sucking the very first cock in your life.

After a few minutes of servicing him, he picks you up with his strong arms and throws you to the bed. He pulls down your pants and places your hard cock in his mouth.

From the pocket of your pants, the engagement ring rolls out and away to the floor.