James is fresh out of college and enjoying a trip around Europe exploring and he has his first encounter with a US Marine working at the embassy
James grabbed his suitcase off the carousel at Heathrow and headed for the exit. It had been a long flight and he was ready to get to his hotel. The driver his parents had arranged was waiting with his name on a card. He handed him his luggage and got in the back, soon he was watching London go past the window, keeping his eye out for the famous sites and then the quieter streets of Chelsea. He’d been before, but it was years ago and he could only vaguely remember the place. Excitement started to grow.
The hotel was one his mother had booked, nice without being flashy. The woman on the desk found the reservation and discreetly seeing him stood alone did not mention the second guest on the booking. He took the key, followed the porter up, and tipped him at the door. The room was big, with a huge white bed and a window onto a garden square. James kicked off his Sambas, lay back in his chinos and the creased light blue button-down, and stared at the ceiling until his eyes closed. It was going to be a good trip, he was sure of it.
He was twenty-two. He had graduated from Yale three weeks ago. Law school started in the fall. The trip was a gift from his parents, six weeks around Europe before serious adult life really began to kick in. He was supposed to be here with Lily. They had been together two years. A few weeks ago he had found out she was cheating, messages on her phone from a guy at her internship. He had seriously thought about cancelling the whole trip but once the shock wore off he booked the flight anyway. He didn’t mind being on his own and why should he miss out on an amazing experience because of her.
He also was not as upset as he thought he should be. After two years together he had started to feel a little bit trapped by the relationship. His family had begun talking about how an engagement was next, and he was not ready for that. He was not even sure Lily had been right for him. There was another side of himself he had put away, and he wanted to look at it again.
He had known he was bisexual since he was about seventeen. Before Lily he had messed around with guys only twice though. Once with a guy from his frat, after a formal, with both of them then pretending it had not happened. Once with a friend of his older brother over Christmas, in the pool house, James on his knees and then bent over the sofa. He had liked it. A lot. Then he met Lily and she seemed perfect, so he stopped. Now she was gone, and this trip was the first time in two years where nobody was watching him. He could do what he wanted with it.
He slept for an hour. When he woke it was late afternoon. He unpacked, hung his clothes, and decided he was not staying in. He did not want to start the tourist stuff tonight, and he did not want room service and a dead evening in the room. A couple of friends had sent him bars and restaurants in Battersea. It was not far from the hotel, and it was close to the US embassy. He might find some other Americans if he wanted company.
He stripped and got in the shower. The water was hot. It ran over his shoulders and down his chest, over the tan he had kept from the spring, over the muscle in his stomach. He soaped himself slowly. His cock thickened against his thigh. He took it in his hand and stroked, lazy at first, then tighter, thumb over the head. He thought about the pool house. He thought about his frat brother’s mouth on his dick. His hips pushed into his fist and he got fully hard, heavy in his grip, the water running down his wrist. He could have finished in a minute. He stopped. His cock throbbed, flushed and wet. Not yet. He wanted the first time on this trip to happen out there, not against a hotel wall. He rinsed off and climbed out of the shower.
He dried his hair and swept it back, with the towel around his waist he checked himself out in the mirror. He was feeling good about himself. He’d been working out a lot this last year and his tall, lean frame had begun to pad out, he’d developed a decent chest and some fairly defined abs. Combined with his classical features and dark hair it was a combination that worked well and he felt confident that he’d be able to explore his desires on this trip without too much difficulty.
He pulled on a pair of stonewash jeans, a maroon polo, navy quarter zip and some dark loafers and headed out.
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James headed for Battersea. He was hungrier than he had realised and some friends who’d been last summer had told him it was worth a visit given how close he was staying. He found an Italian place a few streets back from the river, small, with the ovens visible from the door, and ate two big slices on a stool in the window watching the street go by. It was good and it made him glad he’d come out rather than getting room service.
After, he walked along the river, he hated sitting after he’d eaten and the night was warm even if the light was going. The water was wide and grey, and the path was busy with people heading home. Without even realising it the embassy came up on his left. He’d known it was in the area, because it was one of the reasons his friends recommended Battersea to him, there were always some Americans about.
He stopped to have a look because it was such a massive sight.
A great cube of a building, sheer and windowless at the base, squatting over the park like a fortress that had been dropped into a residential street. He stood a minute with his hands in his pockets, then turned back toward the power station. Wondering as he did whether he might end up working somewhere like that after law school.
Halfway there he passed a bar with a crowd on the pavement. It looked decent. He was more tired than he had thought on the walk over, and an early night was starting to sound sensible, but one drink wouldn’t hurt. He went in.
The space was modern. Bare brick, a beechwood ply bar, dark velvet on the chairs and in the booths. A smart spot, that was clearly popular because it was heaving. He squeezed his way to the bar, and after a short wait he ordered an old fashioned and looked for a seat. Nothing obvious. He turned back to the bar.
A guy at the far end nodded at him. He was on a stool, one empty beside him.
“Seat here, buddy, if you’re looking.”
American.
James smiled and went over. “Thanks. Was I looking a little lost?”
The guy grinned. “Heard the accent. We Americans have got to stick together over here or we’ll get eaten alive by these tea drinkers. I’m Noah.”
“James.”
Noah was big. Stocky, a bleach-blond buzz cut, a denim jacket that belonged in a Texas sports bar more than it belonged here. They shook. James was not a small man. His hand still disappeared into Noah’s. It was a shovel of a hand, warm, and it held a second longer than it needed to.
“So what brings you here, James?”
“Just graduated. Travelling for the summer. Landed today, didn’t want to sit in the room. You?”
“Embassy. Security.” Noah flashed the jacket. Under it was a Marine uniform shirt, the fabric pulled tight across his chest. “Detachment.”
“That must be a decent posting. Chance to work abroad.”
“It’s alright. Given some of the places I’ve been, I don’t have much ground for complaint. Definite improvement on Islamabad.”
James laughed. “Right.”
“Though one of my buddies got Rome,” Noah said. He took a long pull of his pint. “I was jealous of that. Imagine all those Italian guys. Wouldn’t mind watching them across a bar.”
He laughed again, easy, like he had said nothing strange.
James’s smile held. He was thrown. He would not have claimed the world’s best gaydar, and even so he had not had Noah down as someone who swung that way. Or, more honestly, someone who swung his way. James had never been that candid about it. He turned his glass on the bar and did not know, for a second, what to do with his face.
“So, James. How long you in town for?”
“Four nights.”
“Travelling with friends?”
“No. On my own.”
Noah grinned. “Oh really. So are you perhaps looking for some company this evening?”
Heat came up James’s neck. He looked at his drink.
“Sorry. Was that a bit forward?”
“No. That’s okay. I was just… I’ve never really done this before.”
“What, get hit on by strange guys in bars?”
James laughed, and some of the tension went. “Something like that, yeah.”
“Well, you should get used to it. You’re very sexy, James. I reckon it’s going to happen a lot.”
“Thanks. You’re very handsome too.”
Noah turned on the stool so his knee sat against James’s. “So. I’ve got a plan. Tell me what you think.”
“Okay. What’s the plan?”
“We finish these. Then we walk back to your hotel. Maybe another drink there, so we’re both nice and relaxed.”
“Yeah? And what do we need to be relaxed for?”
Noah did not lower his voice. “Then I’m going to take you up to your room. I’m going to strip you out of those smart clothes. I’m going to kiss all of that sexy body. Then I’m going to worship that perky ass.”
James stared at him. His cock had thickened against his thigh, trapped in the jeans. “Wow. You’re intense, dude.”
“I know what I want. Right now that’s you.”
James did not answer straight away. He looked at Noah once, properly. The buzz cut, the width of his shoulders under the denim, the hand wrapped around the pint. A total stud. The plan was crude and it was clear, and James wanted it.
He picked up the old fashioned and knocked it back. Then he stood.
Noah watched him. “Too forward?”
James smiled. “I thought the plan was we finish our drinks. Mine’s finished.”
Noah grinned, broad, and drained the pint in a few gulps. He set the glass down and stood. He was taller than James had clocked from the stool, and thicker. He dropped a note on the bar.
“Lead the way, then.”
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They made a quick march back to the hotel. It was quieter now, and the talk stayed light. Noah asked where James had eaten. James told him about the pizza. Noah said he knew the place, and where James was off to next, Paris. Neither of them mentioned what they were going back to the hotel to do. James was both nervous and excited and his own cock sat heavy in his jeans.
At the hotel Noah looked toward the bar off the lobby.
“Drink first?”
“Forget the bar,” James said. “We can have one in the room.”
Noah grinned. “I like how you think.”
The lift was empty. They stood side by side and did not touch. James watched the numbers. His pulse was racing, he’d never done anything like this before. On his floor he led the way down the corridor, key card already in his hand, and unlocked the door. He let Noah go in first.
The door had barely shut before Noah turned. He put a hand flat on James’s chest and walked him back until his shoulders hit the door. Then he kissed him. His mouth was warm and possessive, the taste of beer still on him, and James opened for it with a sound he did not mean to make.
“You’re so hot, dude,” Noah said against his mouth. “Couldn’t wait any longer.”
James moaned. His hands found the denim jacket and held on. Noah kissed him again, deeper, one of those shovel hands coming up to the side of his neck, thumb under his jaw. James felt the size of him properly then. The width of his chest, the solid press of his thigh between James’s legs. His cock throbbed against it. Noah felt that too and rolled his hips once, slow, and smiled into the kiss.
They stayed against the door. Noah got the quarter zip down and off James’s shoulders, then broke the kiss long enough to pull the polo over his head. He looked at him. Tan, the chest James had built over the last year, the line of his stomach. Noah ran a hand down it, palm flat, and leaned in to kiss his collarbone, then the centre of his chest. James’s head tipped back against the door. His fingers spread on Noah’s buzz cut.
“Your turn,” James said.
Noah let the jacket drop. Under it the uniform shirt was tight across his shoulders, the fabric pulled at the buttons. James undid them one by one. Noah watched his hands. The shirt came open on a thick chest, pale where the sun had not got at it, muscle packed solid rather than cut. James pushed it off his arms. Noah’s body was heavier than his, older, built for work. James put his mouth on his shoulder and Noah made a low sound.
They got the rest off slowly. Jeans, belt, Noah’s boots kicked aside. James stepped out of the loafers. They were down to boxers when Noah kissed him again, both of them hard, the thin cotton doing nothing to hide it. Noah’s cock was a thick weight against James’s hip. James’s hand drifted down and Noah caught his wrist, not to stop him, just to hold it there a second.
“Drink,” Noah said. “Like we said. Then I’m not stopping.”
James nodded. He crossed to the minibar on legs that did not feel steady. He grabbed vodka, and a can of soda water, and two glasses. He poured them strong and handed one over. They knocked them back standing in the middle of the room. The burn settled James a little.
Noah set his glass down. He put a hand on James’s chest and shoved. Not hard. Enough. James went back onto the bed, the white cover giving under him, and Noah followed him down only as far as the floor. He knelt between James’s legs and hooked his fingers in the waistband.
“Up.”
James lifted his hips. The boxer briefs came off. His cock sprang up against his stomach, hard, seven inches, cut, flushed dark at the head and already wet. Noah wrapped that huge hand around it and gave it one slow stroke. James’s breath left him.
“Nice dick, stud,” Noah said. He looked up. “Mind if I get a taste?”
“God. Noah. Yes. Please.”
Noah dipped his head. He licked a stripe up the underside, then lapped at the tip, tongue flat, catching what had leaked there. James’s hands fisted in the cover. Noah worked the head, lips tight around it, tongue pressing the slit, before he sank lower. Halfway. Then more. James felt his cock hit the back of Noah’s throat, felt Noah swallow and take him deeper, until his nose was against James’s stomach and James was buried to the root.
“Fuck. Shit. Noah.” His hips jerked. Noah held them down with one forearm and stayed there, throat working, then pulled off slow and went down again. “That’s amazing. Oh my God. Nobody has ever sucked my dick like this. Please don’t stop.”
Noah came off him with a wet sound, fist still working the shaft. His mouth was red. “This is only the start, bro.” He nodded at the bed. “Get up further. Lay on your stomach.”
James did as he was told. He crawled up and stretched out, cheek on his forearm, cock trapped under him against the cover. The air in the room was cool on his back.
Noah stayed on his knees a moment and just looked. James’s ass was high and tight, tanned like the rest of him, the muscle of it sitting up off his thighs like a shelf. Noah put both hands on it and spread him. James felt the air hit his hole and his face went hot against his arm.
“Fuck,” Noah said, quiet. “Look at that.”
Then his mouth was there.
James jolted. Nobody had ever eaten his ass. The pool house had been hands and a cock and not much else. This was different. Noah licked a slow line over his hole, then did it again, wetter, and James made a sound into the mattress that he did not recognise. Noah settled in. He lapped at him, broad strokes, then pointed his tongue and pushed. James’s hole clenched and gave. The tongue went in. Thick. Hot. James’s fingers dug into the cover and his hips shoved back before he had decided to do it.
“Noah. Fuck.”
Noah held him open and kept going. He fucked him with his tongue, slow, then faster, spit running down over James’s balls. James pushed back onto it, chasing it, his cock dragging against the bed. Every time the tongue pressed in he felt it in his stomach. His thighs were shaking. He did not want it to stop, and he could feel himself getting close just from this, which had never happened.
Noah pulled off. He kissed one cheek, then the other. His voice was rough.
“You got any lube?”
“Yeah. It’s, it’s in the nightstand. I brought some. Just in case.”
Noah laughed, low, against his skin. “Fuck yeah you did. Thought you might get some action on your trip?”
“Well.” James’s face was burning. “Turned out I was right.”
“God, you’re such a sexy stud.” Noah bit lightly at the meat of his ass and James yelped. “So glad you walked into that bar tonight.”
He reached over and pulled the drawer open. The bottle was small, new, still with the seal half on. Noah popped it and poured. The liquid hit James’s hole in a cold stripe and he flinched, hips twitching away. Noah kissed the base of his spine and held him still with a hand on his lower back.
“Don’t worry. I’ll go slow.” A pause. His thumb rubbed the lube in, circling. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“No. But it’s been a very long time.”
“Okay. I’ll be gentle.”
He bit James’s ass cheek again, gentler this time, and James yelped anyway. Then a finger pressed in. One. Slick, thick, patient. James breathed out and bore down, and it slid to the knuckle. Noah held it there. He worked it in and out until the drag eased, then added more lube and a second finger. The stretch burned. James’s hands fisted in the pillow. Noah crooked them, found the spot, and James’s cock jerked against the bed, a pulse of precum soaking into the cover.
“There you go,” Noah said. “That’s it. Open up for me.”
He took his time. More lube. A third finger when James stopped tightening around the two. He scissored them, slow, and kissed the small of James’s back whenever James hissed. The burn turned into a heavy ache, then into something James pushed back for. His hole fluttered around Noah’s fingers. He was wet with lube down to his balls. Noah fucked him on them until James was moaning into the pillow on every stroke, hips rolling, chasing it.
Noah pulled his fingers out. James felt empty, clenching on nothing, cool air on his wet hole. He heard Noah breathe out behind him.
“I think you’re ready, stud.”
Noah climbed off the bed. “Move down for me, stud.”
He stood at the end of it and guided James by the hip until he was kneeling, doggy, ass at the edge, lined up with Noah’s crotch. James dropped to his elbows. The cover bunched under his knees. He heard the cap of the bottle again, felt more lube, cold, worked over his hole with two fingers that slid in easy now. Then Noah stepped out of his plaid boxers. James turned his head.
He got his first sight of it. Big. A little longer than his own, eight inches maybe, but thick, really fucking thick, the head broad and flushed, the shaft heavy in Noah’s fist as he slicked it. James’s stomach tightened. His hole clenched on nothing.
“You feel ready?”
James nodded. His voice came out thin. “Just go slow, okay?”
“I will. Super slow.” Noah set the head against him, one hand on James’s hip, the other guiding. “I’m going to make you feel so good, though. Get this hole all sloppy and creamy. Worship it. Sexy guy like you deserves that.”
He pushed.
The head breached and James gasped, forehead dropping to the mattress. The stretch was immediate, wider than the fingers, a burn that sat right at the rim and did not let up. His hole clenched around the thick crown and would not give. Noah stopped. He did not shove. He rubbed James’s side, slow circles with his thumb, and kissed the middle of his back, mouth warm on the sweat already there.
“Breathe. That’s it. Let it open.”
James breathed. In through his nose, out shaky. The burn held, then eased a fraction, the muscle fluttering and settling. Noah gave him another inch. Then another. He talked the whole way, low, mouth against James’s shoulder blade. Told him he was doing good. Told him how hot he looked with just the head in. Kissed him. Nibbled at the muscle of his shoulder until James stopped bracing and the thick cock sank deeper, slow, splitting him open. The drag was huge. James felt every ridge of him. Halfway. Noah held there and rolled his hips, tiny movements, not thrusting, just letting James’s hole adapt to the width of him. James’s cock hung hard between his legs, flushed, dripping a thin strand onto the cover.
“Easy. You’re taking it. You’re doing good.”
“You look so hot with my dick in you, stud.” Noah kissed the back of his neck, then the hinge of his jaw. “So sexy, taking my big dick like this. Such a sexy guy. This fat ass. This tight little hole.”
He waited until James pushed back, a small shift of his hips, asking. Then he slid the rest of the way in. James felt Noah’s hips settle flush against his ass, felt how full he was, the thick shaft seated deep, the head pressed somewhere that made his stomach jump. It ached. It was good. His thighs shook. Noah stayed still and rubbed his sides, both hands, soothing, palms broad on his ribs, and James’s hole loosened around him in pulses he could not control.
“That’s it,” Noah said. “There you go. Open for me.”
When Noah drew back and pushed in again, slow, James pushed with him.
“Fuck,” James said. The first time had not been like this. Nothing like this. That had been rushed and quiet and over before he knew if he liked it. This was Noah holding him, talking to him, filling him until he could not think. “So good. You’re so good at this, Noah. God, it feels. Please. More.”
Noah fucked him slow and deep. Long strokes, almost out, the head catching at his rim, then all the way back in, the wet sound of lube every time he bottomed out. He kept his mouth on James’s back. Kisses between the shoulder blades. A bite at the top of his arm, gentle, soothed with his tongue after. His hands never stopped moving, ribs, waist, the shelf of his ass, spreading him so he could watch his cock disappear. James met him. His hole had stopped fighting. It gripped and gave, gripped and gave, and every deep stroke knocked a sound out of him, muffled in the cover, his cock swinging heavy and untouched under his stomach.
Noah pulled out slowly. James whimpered at the loss, hole fluttering, wet. Noah kissed his back once, then climbed onto the bed. He guided James onto his side and fitted himself in behind him, chest to James’s back, one arm under his neck. Spooning. His cock, still slick, rested hot against James’s ass. He reached around, took James’s jaw, and turned his face so he could kiss him. Slow. James opened his mouth and kissed him back, tasting himself faintly, shaking.
Noah spoke against his lips. “You want me to fuck you some more?”
“Yes. Please.”
Noah reached down, took himself in hand, and pushed back in.
James groaned into the pillow. It was easier this time. His hole opened around the thick head and took him, inch by inch, until Noah was seated deep and his chest was flush to James’s back. One heavy arm came around James’s ribs. The other stayed on his hip. Spooned like that, Noah started to fuck him.
Properly, now. Not the careful strokes from before. Long, thick, sawing in and out of that tight little hole, the whole length of him dragging on every pull. James felt it in his stomach. The head nudged deep and withdrew, nudged deep and withdrew, and the wet sound of it filled the room. Noah’s breath was hot on the back of his neck. His hips rolled, steady, a Marine’s precision, and the bed began to knock the wall.
James could not believe he had done this. He had wanted to look at this side of himself again. He had packed the lube just in case. He had not thought it would be the first night, a stranger from a bar, a Marine with his cock buried in him and the headboard already alerting half the hotel. It was so fucking hot he could barely hold the thought. His moan came out loud, and high, nothing like the sounds he made with Lily.
“Please. Noah. Please fuck me.”
Noah’s arm tightened across his chest. He drove in harder, the slap of his hips against James’s ass louder now. “Yeah? You like this thick Marine dick?”
“Yeah. I love it.” James’s voice broke. His hand found Noah’s wrist and held on. “You’re making me feel so good.”
“That’s it. Take it. Sexy fucking hole.”
Noah fucked him deeper. The pace picked up and the headboard smashed the wall in time with it, a dull thud James knew the next room would hear and did not care about. His cock bounced against his stomach, hard, leaking, smearing his skin. Noah was a big leaker. James could feel it, the extra slick inside him, Noah’s precum mixing with the lube until every stroke sounded wetter. His hole was open now. It had stopped clutching in panic and started clutching because it wanted him. Cream built at the rim. Noah churned it, lube and precum worked into a froth that ringed the base of his thick meat every time he pulled back, white and messy on James’s ass.
“Fuck, look at that,” Noah said, though James could not see it. He reached around and took James’s cock in that huge hand. “You’re dripping. You going to cum for me?”
He stroked him in rhythm. In on the push, a twist over the head on the pull. James’s moan went higher. His hips did not know whether to push back onto the cock or forward into the fist, so he did both, shaking, the thick shaft sawing into him while Noah worked his dick. The froth at his hole smeared Noah’s stomach. The bed hit the wall. James’s thighs trembled.
“Noah. I’m. Fuck, I’m going to.”
“Do it. Cum on my cock.”
James came. It hit hard, a pulse that tore through his stomach, and he shot over the sheets in thick stripes, cock jerking in Noah’s fist, his hole clamping down like a vice. He cried out, high and broken, and kept coming, spilling over Noah’s fingers and the white cover while Noah fucked him through it.
“Jesus. Fuck.” Noah groaned, deep, the sound punched out of him. James’s hole was milking him, gripping so tight he could barely move, and his hips jerked, erratic, losing the rhythm. He shoved in to the root and stayed there. James felt him swell, felt the throb, and then Noah was coming, deep inside, hot pulses flooding him, his whole body locked up behind James’s back. He groaned again, hips twitching, emptying himself until he had nothing left.
He did not pull out. He grabbed James’s jaw, turned his face, and kissed him. Deep. Messy. James opened for it, still gasping, still clenching around the cock inside him.
“You are so sexy, stud,” Noah said against his mouth. “Perfect hole.”
He pulled out slow. James whimpered at the drag, at the sudden empty ache, and felt a warm leak follow. Noah rolled him onto his back and climbed on top, heavy, sweat-slick, and kissed him again. His neck. His jaw. The corner of his mouth. James’s hands came up and held his shoulders. They were both gasping. Noah’s cock, softening, rested wet against James’s thigh. Cum and lube smeared between them.
“That was so good,” James said. His voice was wrecked. “Noah. I felt amazing.”
“Yeah.” Noah kissed his throat, then his mouth, slower now. “You did. You took all of it. First night in London and you’re already the best fuck I’ve had in this city.”
James laughed, breathless, and Noah kissed the laugh. They stayed like that. Noah’s weight on him, mouths meeting and parting, James’s hands moving over the broad back, the short hair at his nape. The headboard had gone quiet. James’s hole throbbed, used, a slow leak onto the sheet under him. He did not want to move.
After a while Noah rolled off him and lay on his side, one arm still across James’s stomach. He looked at him.
“You want me to go?”
James turned his head. Noah’s buzz cut was mussed. His mouth was red. His chest glistening.
“No. Stay. I want you to stay.”
“Good I like to cuddle.” Noah grinned as he said and then pulled James into his chest.
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