Leor, MBA in sex

[zimbaman]

Hey Leor said opening a huge steel door. nice door I said.
He turned around, same muscular back I remember. He is so hot from the back, from the front.
Hey so you live here now? did you win some new york lottery?
Leor smiled entering the kitchen. my eyes were fixed on his arms with the cups and coffee machine.
So? tell me, how you happen to live here?
Leor in his sexy deep-soft radio presenter voice said: "oh Im security for this client when he is in nyc".
So he lets you just live here? why? Leor always had some stories, we were never sure how much was true.
Then again, in the unit we knew he would probably be succesful. maybe marry a hot rich girl. not maybe, for sure.
Im finishing my MBA he said already drinking. the cup was between his nice muscular chest and his beloved
sixpack abs. If he was most proud of something it was his body. 1.92 cm's of muscle, with short crop black
hair, tanktops always hanging from his massive shoulders and his somewhat asiatic green eyes.
I did not stop dreaming of him for years. it was instant hard-ons, then instant finishing. I did not have to imagine
so much. we were naked in showers and same room for so long. and on some weekends, he fucked the hottest
girls, but he was totally ok with guys, who of course all worshiped his muscular ass or huge bulge.
So he was a walking closet-breaker. And finally I too told him at my 21th party. we were a little wasted, I walked
up to him and said it. Hey leor guess what, Im so gay and so into you". no, it was terrible. more like:
"So I think" loud music. him "you are what?" loud music. "Im attracted to your ass. him: "my ass? why?" loud music
"expression. come here for a second". he leans over, I grab his head and kiss his cheek. his hot eyes open at me.
he smiles. loud music. his hand goes on my pants to check. yes I have a MASSIVE erection. he looks at me, says -
"what you too? no.. really? all this time you.. wow". and with that, I was out to him. "lets go" he said and we went
to the beach to talk. he was always to the point. He wasnt going to have same sex, but if he would or change
his mind, I would be his choice. I remember it was the cringe of all cringe. we had some time apart, I was worried
he doesnt want any contact after I told him my feelings.
But he was a magnet for gays, he was just so hot, everyone at least wanted to find out if there was a chance he was.
straight guys had erections and feelings for him. it was impossible not to. he radiated sex tension and manlyness.
Then we met at a southamerica trip info lecture. We found out we were both going on similar routes. He was with
two hot female "friends". It turned out it was him and about 5-6 hot girls, and it was clear they had A LOT of sex.
Leor was a flirt but a quiet shy one. How is this possible? by having the body of a god and showing it off casually.
We had a shed full of mattresses and we called it the love hotel. Leor and two others had the keys and it was
their go to for fucking on weekends. it had no windows, just a fan-window so it was perfect. sweat and sex.
he would come into the room sweating in short pants and sport shoes. his back muscle leading to his ass dripping
onto his pants. it was always a lie - oh I hit the gym. great run. so hot today. and another guy would say - oh
its really hot today, too hot for sex. and we would laught and Leor would go 'go fuck, and if you could you would'.
Hey so what are you up to? he asked relaxing in a giant sofa. everything was gigantic. Just here for a wedding, one week.
What, no, why so little? he said flexing his biceps right and smiling at my eyes fixated on them fuck he was hot.
So come stay here for another week. ok? I have this place empty anyhow.
How do you have it?
Leors massive biceps now pointed to me with a sign we used to signal as place is secure. I work security for these clients.
and I am the estate manager for this place when they are not in Nyc. I dont live in here, I have a room next to it.
We went to his room. ok it was not huge but a decent studio with a nice window view on the city.
Nice upgrade from the mattresses room. He laughed. oh also, he had the sexiest laugh ever.
So you plan to use it? He looked at me and gave a wink. he had the sexiest wink ever.
What? I said but his hand was already on my ass. "You are this desperate? no I cant believe it"
He laughed longer. "You were pretty good in south america, you never forget your first ones right?"
Well you will extend your stay here, right? As he said it he lifted my shirt a litlle with his hand
and after the abs check, he felt again how hard my erection was. it was flashbacks from the party.
"Ye yu yes sure" I was. his hand was down my jeans gripping my.. wow he was quick and of course experienced in this.
"I like standing naked here. looking at this city at night. sometimes its not just me"
"I can only guess its more often than sometimes" I said smiling.
"What, so you think Im a slut?" he said with two back steps in a second his massive hand gripped me
by the neck and up I went. it was scary how fast and easy he could do this. also totally sexy. he put me down.
"Holy shit you still have all that self defense stuff. tough slut".
"I have a week to revenge calling me a slut" he said pulling friendly my hair back.
"anyone interesting or long term?" I asked because I was just too curious about his new life.
"Yes, Im a new dad".
"wait, wh---at???" I nearly screamed at him. we were 25. theres fucking brains out and then theres.. new dad?!
Leor suddenly became so serious. It was not like him to be completely so serious.
"You will meet him. He lives with my ex".
"Are you serious?". what was THAT bombshell.

end of part 1.

 

[zimbaman]

We met up at a Cusco hostel. me and Omri came in a day late than we planned.
Omri was my favorite person on the planet. I loved everything about him so much that sometimes I could not even be sexually attracted to him. He was so smart about so much stuff, such an intellectual but it was in an athlete body because his main love was basketball. and I played but was not even close to his level. He was the supreme leader of the basketball team in HS. He wanted to do sport physical therapy after the big trip.
I was doing the trip of a lifetime with the person of a lifetime. He had a gf for forever so, he was off limits.
Omri knew that I was attracted to him. we had long discussions about it, he was very intellectual about it.
like he was a prof. of studying feelings. He has top heavy hairy pecs on a slender muscled body, long neck
and very sexy slightly receding short brown hair. His eyes were always so curious. He was always so relaxed, the way he moves and reacted was hooking my attention. He had his own smart observations that nobody else would have, which was sexy as hell. He was a good looking tall guy, but maybe I wanted to have sex more with his mind.
Leor was not a fan of Omri and they mostly didnt get along. Omri saw him as shallow and wasnt a fan of leor's stories and excuses for things. They had some sort of confrontations, and I think omri was a bit jealous of leor always being the crowd favorite and so easily the people person. and leor was probably jealous of omri being the far more intellectual and natural leader. And they were both the tall guys of the group. same height, same sport.
Leor in cusco, was like some kind of sexual fantasy. He was wearing this bobble pompom peru hat and a blue fleece jacket with a top zipper that was pulled down to show he had no shirt under it. just the perfect outline of the top of his pecs meeting his neck, you could just see that triangle of him and understand the how much muscle he has under the jacket. His pants were very worn out where his hands constantly played with his erections around the crotch. so no surprise there. omri termed it "invitation pants".
Leor was surrounded by his hot girls squad, 6 of them said hello. two I knew from the lecture,
two were his highschool "friends", and two joined them on their trip for a while. Probably all six were already very intimately friends with leor. By the way they all looked at him, were flirty with each other, and giggled around the hostel also wearing his t-shirts, he fucked them all and well and the two of us missed this PH orgy. Leor had a bit of stubble beard now, looking even hotter than I remembered him in the lecture. we shook hands all together and had a big dinner. During the trip I had a lot of time to come out to omri about being gay. being so smart he knew it from years before but he wanted it to be me to tell him when I was ready. that is why I was so in love with his personality. omri was the older wise brother I didnt have because I had sisters. we got to talki about my sexual attraction to leor. I was worried because he wasnt his fan of course. I think what made him horny was me telling him my deepest secrets about myself, because at that point nobody else did. He was a good listener and has so much insight into psychology. at some points I was sad about things and he just put down his huge backpack and turned and gave a hug. long one, very sexy hug. me the height of about his nose. he put his chin up on my head and asked if I was ok and after his hug and his eyes looking into my soul I felt so much better. during the trip I fell in love with omri. mad mad in love with him. I saw him in obstacles and changing plans and problem solving. then on the ferry, with his legs up on a chair just sitting looking at the view, or his stupid crooked smile riding a bicycle around some village. I was attracted to him more and more.
Since omri was faithful to his gf, I could see he was sexually fustrated. she couldnt go on this trip because she was already working full time in a new job. I never saw omri finishing by himself and at a point in our journey we started to talk about sexual frustration. I think he initiated it because he knew I also had feeling for him, and he was ok with having something together that was not actual sex.
So in a trek we set up the tent as usual, and prepared dinner. I liked his face outlines with lighting of the torches. we knew we both wanted a little something. just external. but something.
We went into the tent. it wasnt such a cold night. so we were both in short t-shirts. omri took of his t-shirt.
his pecs, with the hair spread on them and his basketball-built rounded shoulders were so beautiful in the torch light. its yours he gave his smile as he was undressing from his pants. my hand went for the bulge in his underwear shorts. playing with it as it was hardening. I saw him naked in the showers so many times. he had the most beautiful dick of anyone. just the perfect size, vein, hardening and shape.
My fingers started to pull down his pants. he was breathing heavy, and it wasnt just the altitude of the trek. my hand went up his abs trail and onto his chest, playing with his nipples. he was so hard now, his eyes closing with jolts of my hand around his dick, my fingers slowly on its edge up and down.
omri spead his massive sexy basketball legs apart some more. when my hand rubbed his massive athletic thigh, that was it. he made two manly grunts, his head was bent back, mouth open with pleasure as my other hand stroked his dick and gently held his nuts. The first cumshot was a straight line all the way to his pec hair and on his abs. which was sexy as hell but then came the second, it was another launch
right up, even making it to the torch on the bars.
"oh wow, oh shit, that was great" he said, crooked sexy smile at me. my hand went again from his thigh and rubbed his nuts. omri gave another grunt, his forehead sweaty, his eyes looking sexily at me rubbing his nuts and he came again, a small third time on his abs. "you are one healthy beast" I said and he smiled again "umm, thanks?" he laughed. "I needed that" he said. "sure Im here to help, call anytime".
we laughed. "what about you, can I help?" he said. I was shocked, I didnt think he would ever want to do something with me. but we already went there, so of course I was into it. and if we went to that stage, was sex such a big thing? I was going to convince him to take the leap.

end of part 2.

 

[zimbaman]

A lot has happened in 3 years, you know. its a journey. Leor said now with a drink.
well it seems a lot has. so whats the story? youre married?
"yes, was. two years. we are good friends, just - it wasnt right, I wasnt ready for this"
Since when do you drink? I said still shocked as I followed him to the kitchen.
His back was really nice when he walked.
all muscle in motion. I could just watch him walking from place to place and get so hard.
"hey its available, all the best quality stuff. what do you want to try? here - "
he threw in my direction a small tablet across the counter. "you select one and it opens the cabinet"
wow. never saw this thing before. I quickly looked at the options. I pressed it and the cabinet
became lit up with the door unlocked and open. nice party trick. Leor poured me the glass of brandy.
"whats her name? how did you meet?"
"natalie. she is from hong kong. american and chinese."
He always had somekind of asian-beauty obsession. then again he didnt seem to turn down hot women
from anywhere else. "So you are a dad? how did that happen?"
"oh you know, it happens to the best of us".
You are so lying. oh you think I can be fooled again huh? this is one of your stories,
I see right through it! I said pushing the glass down. Leor took out his phone and searched for a photo.
There he was with his son and wife. holyshit he wasnt.
Wow - is all I could really say. then Leor drowned his drink again. "we are expecting a girl".
wow - I just said again. didnt he say divorced?
Leor burst into a rage of laughter at my shocked face.
Thats my friend's wife and its their baby. got you again!
no, so.. youre not.. you fuckin idiot!!! I lunged at him from behind the counter hoping to get a nice punch to his shoulder. he was fully deserving to be punched.
Leor caught my arm, twisted it and held it behing my back. "ouh ouh shitt ay!" I felt his grip tighten.
So you are not going to try that again, right? He said it really close into my ear. then he licked it.
"Ew fuckin moron" I said trying to somehow escape his grip but it was useless. he was with socks, and
I had on shoes. that was my advantage. I raised my leg to give him the hardest stomp I could.
He somehow read my move. "oh we are trying that, ok"
his free arm lifted me while twisting my arm. I tried to escape it just as he was lifting me, now holding me upside down from my legs like a doll. what do you want to try now?" he said and started to move me around and spin and side to side. I was going to vomit. he stood still and now held me with just one leg.
his other hand was slapping my behind. 'very bad boy!' he laughed and gave me another lash on my behind. it really hurt, so did my leg in his grip. what a humiliation. Im sure he loved every second.
he walked with me to the lounge finally releasing my leg as I flew into a sofa.
"so its all a story right? youre not divorced. or have a kid or anything?"
He sat next to me not even out of breath like I was, it was like nothing happened a minute ago.
"Yes its a friends baby party, not mine" he said, maybe because now I was still confused.
You need help moving your stuff from the hotel?
Why was he changing subjects. it was so clear there was something else. I was still feeling my arm
so I wasnt going to ask anything, I wanted him so badly that I wasnt going to poke more. and I was
going to be his guest AND I did not want any broken arms.

end of part 3.

 

[zimbaman]

It was in a sack in a tent in a trek in a trip that I had the most intense not-actually-sex experience ever
How much I thought omri was hot, anything sexual towards him, increased by a million now, after having my hands on his body, on his erect hot cock and watching him orgasm and how healthy he "erupted".
I couldnt believe he let me do this with him.
for so many years we were everything but sexual with each other, and now we were also sexual and intimate. was his girl back home going to find out? would she consider it omri cheating? would he try actual sex if I pushed him a little bit more? or would he not want to even do a handjob for me? has he ever held a male cock in his hand? can I be as impressive as he was? hundreds of questions were racing in my head. I must have looked like that because he asked if I was ok?
he now put on new underwear but his erection was there, now bent a little to the left leg but still tenting it between his massive long legs.
"So only shelly has seen this beast?" my fingers just had to give it a stroke as it was pushing relentless the fabric of his underwear. I was playing with it pushing it sideways and down and let it bounce up again in his underwear. "yes, and now its you too" he said like he was contemplating for himself the implications. "and shelly will know that or.." Omri sat up quickly "no, this is between us. she will freak out on this. and then she will think, if he did that with him, what else did he do". well - what else would you do? I asked. maybe hoping to mention sex.. "Im not going to cheat on her, this is with you so its different, its not sex.
so Im not cheating! omri declared at me. That put any hope for sex off the table for me. And now I had ruined the mood. he was slightly annoyed at me asking it.
I put my hand on his sexy hairy pecs. they were in this lighting even sexier. I will never say a word to anyone, and its not sex, its you experimenting. and me. definately its not sex. I can show you the difference between the two if you -- omri smiled "oh sure you can! horny huh!"
well yes I was horny. I just had a nice thick erect basketball hunk's cock to play with..
"who woudnt be horny for more with you? you know you are ridiculously sexy and hot!"
he wasnt good with such compliments, I could see he was thinking how to handle it.
his sexy crooked smile with one dimple came into play. "didnt you tell me leor is your ultimate dream fuck? he said with one arm on his pillow turning sideways at me.
"wow look at that thing". my knee was jerking at his cock which was hanging at least 15 cm in front of his two legs as he lay on his side. "you know its bigger than his, for sure"
"are we in competition now?" he said moving my knee away from him.
"well you asked. I didnt mention him. you did"
"thats true, because I saw how you acted when we met him at the hostel. like a fangirl".
oh come on. I tell this guy my deepest secret and now he is making fun of it.
"its fine, I just want to know where am I now on your desire scale"
"why are you in such a competition with him? you are a different sexy. totally, like 180 of him. actually
I think basketball would be the ONLY thing you have in common, and you beat him in a 1:1, in 3-point shots, in anything. You jump higher, youre faster on the court".
Omri pointed to his cock raising his eyebrows. "yes and you win in that one too" I smiled.
"lets see what you have to offer, anyhow" he said, and his hand was on my pants.
The back of his big hand was stroking my leg. damn that was a good move because I was again
erect in seconds. he kept going when he saw how much I was aroused.
"we have a tent in a tent" he said smiling watching how erect I was with just his touch.
He came closer and pulled down my underwear. he took my erect cock in one hand and his face
was getting closer to it. I felt his tongue play with the cock, licking it from the side and top very
gently. nobody had ever done this so well. and so gentle. was I his first guy or was he just good
at everything?
My back arched and my body was getting heated up. he looked at me and then went again for another tongue circling of my cock. then my nuts. then his big hand lifted me. I had no idea what he was doing.
my behind and legs were in the air, as his fingers played with my hole. then his tongue. wow for a first time he knew what he was doing and where he was going. "you want me to go on?" he said.
"go on. yes!" I said not even knowing what he meant.
he took off his underwear. was he ?? his cock was again fully erect and he waved it to spank my ass
while he still held it and curved my legs towards my body. I was shocked. All his talk, no sex, I wont
do it. he was horny too. for me. I could not say anything.

 

[zimbaman]

Hey its my gym hours now, want to come?
Leor didnt seem so busy he needed specific gym hours. so where are you training, is it close? I asked.
Leor smiled at me like I was from another planet. "Yes its close - its in the building amenities!"
ok ok, Im not from new york, I dont know if a building has a gym!
Leor rolled his eyes at me. You need me to lend you running shorts?
We went into his room next to the front door and changed. His legs were amazing, just like the rest.
Legs of a basketball player who is in the gym for nonstop leg days. he saw me looking and flexed his
thigh. "What do you think? ok or not?"
"Its really too small. I see all the huge muscle, but you can do so much better!" I flexed my leg for him.
see now, this - is gains. I joked. my leg was maybe half his. and he has added such definition.
Hey so we need to stop in the doorman, dont worry he owes me some favors. unless you are not a signed
resident of the building you cant use the gym. but theres almost nobody there at my hour.
oh, so you have to book time slots? now I got it.
I followed him to the doorman, the same super hot weird-english blonde guy who questioned me when I came. Leor shook his hand. This is Willy, my guy! they looked like such a hot porn duo. this could be the
scene. Willy was like some rugby massive player. His skin was tanned. looked about 35.
"He escaped from South Africa, his parents had a farm and his father was shot dead. he has a cute accent, no? I can understand at least half, leor laughed - anyway, Willy worked before for my boss as well, so we are good friends and he owes me some favours. our boss helps a lot of guys from there get out, they are like some kind of a small mafia here in security"
Well, hot guy, I said. - you shallow, shalow human, he's married just fyi! Leor replied opening the gym with the code. Another buff latino dad-type guy with cropped greying hair was there working out.
Is everbody in this tower so good looking? wow. Leor rolled his eyes at me. His name is mario, divorced lives with a much younger girl. We train together sometimes. That in the corner is a very big diamonds guy, and thats his wife next to him.
You know everyone? - part of the job really. Hey Mister M! leor gave him a hello and Mario nodded his head at Leor, who took a bench and started to work out. I could look at him lift all day. He was lifting hard, almost always up to the full weight.
You are in much better shape than a few years ago, you know? I said.
Another guy entered the gym, which was huge for a building gym and everything looked almost new, the high end gym machines. a big mirror on a diagonal wall, and a large window looking towards the street, which was like a silent moving picture. This guy was about 50, and entered with a hot young personal trainer, her hair was pulled back tight and she was in some weird lycra outfit, clearly placed to show her boobs to the max. He was walking up to us.
Hey my Dimitry! she put her guy to run on a fancy treadmill and was walking up to leor.
Leor turned his head sideways from the bench towrds her to smile hellow, then moved to sitting position. he introduced me to Mila who was here with her client. Your friend is the star of the gym! she said to me.
yes I could see how leor was her star. of the gym. 'He look like famous russian model Dimitry Aveyanov! so sexy'. Leor smiled as I took my phone to see who she was talking about. oh wow. she was not wrong. hey you do look very similar' I said. 'what a dream man..' she said towards the picture on the phone. then looking at leor 'you too. he is so hot your friend, look at that!' her fingers were on his biceps and she almost orgasmed right there in her bodysuit. leor flexed for her even more. his biceps were incredible, which now made me hot as well. 'How are you milush, good?' she was looking over to her client. 'we will talk later' she said hurrying towards him.
'how was she' I whisperred at leor. he didnt answer and went to put back weights. 'did you come to the gym to look at me and gossip or you are going to do something to get that beers and hotdogs fat off for the wedding photos?' he was right, I sat for a good 10 minutes looking at him pumping up.
I did some sets on a few machines. leor went to talk to mila and her client. probably some oligarch.
the way his black tanktop sat on his body was perfection. his wide back was showing from its back, his pecs were pushing it out and it was stretched on his shoulders. he was sweating in it now so all his muscle came with a nice shine, and his running shorts showed off his almost bodybuilder-defined legs.
I could totally see mila fucking with leor in his little studio naked on the window looking towards the city.
he came from behind, lifted her in his arms into possition and gave her another good workout. she made little screams as he fucked harder and faster, his mouth diving towards her beautiful boobs as her back is up on the glass window and her legs vibrating sideways. mila's fingers ran across his chest, as he plowed her slower, and he lowered her to the nice heated wooden floor and finished between her boobs. they kissed as an ambulance siren ran across the street below, and he gave her a few more minutes of a finisher-fuck on the floor, with her hands firmly holding his muscular butt as he enters her, and him with neck stretched out making a final orgasmic sound and pulling out his big veiny cock from her soft behind and collapsing by her side.
"hey" leor snapped his fingers in my face, as I sat looking at the gym window. times up he said showing me his fancy divers watch, showers.
to my huge disappointment it was three personal shower cubes. I got to see leors sweaty pumped body, that muscular ass and the abs and the everything of him made me so hard. I couldnt shower with my erection. maybe it was good it was cubes. he saw me sitting with the tower over my legs watching him.
He just casually came closer, lifted it, and before I could do anything his strong hand was firmly holding my erect cock tight up and then he pulled me to stand like it was a handle.
I didnt know what to do. I was so shocked. he kept holding it tight and walking with me into one of the showers - "this is a shower, I will show you how to use it because we dont have all day to sit and look at our naked friends showering and cumming on gym towels" he laughed.
He put on the rain shower, my erection still in his hand. what if If someone enters I thought, did he not care to be seen like this by someone in the gym?
He released my erection and then two of his fingers went up and down the sides of my cock, which made me release cum straight into the water stream. 'very nice now enjoy a shower' He slapped my ass and went out of my cube to shower. I didnt have time to think about what just happened.
I quickly showered and dressed and waited on the bench again to see him after his.
Watching him walking to the bench, all his body shiny and drops of water coming off as he walks naked to the towel. I will never forget this view. he stood to dry himself right next to me. of course on purpose.
towering above me fixated on him as he put on a underwear and another tanktop and pants from his gym bag. Ready to go? leor smiled as we came out of the gym he waved his biceps at mila and greeted mario was entering the showers after us.
"You know you cant just touch someone elses cock without permission" I said to leor in the elevator.
and what about the little nuts below? also for them? he laughed as he now held my package in my running shorts in his hand and I immediatly was pushed from shock againt the elevator wall.
"thing like this will get you in trouble, Im sure. you have to respect other peoples body" I said to him seriously as he released his hand.
'ok I will respect your erection. by the way it was very good. very respectful one, good working tool' his winked to me as he said it. I was not so amused, but - I will take that compliment if it comes from him and anyway, I wanted him to more than hold it. and I will have a whole week of this, lets not start it wrong.
"enjoyed your hand" I said back. "oh I saw that you did" he laughed.

 

[zimbaman]

It was in a sack in a tent in a trek in a trip that omri was erect, was willing and was going all the way.
What was that noise? oh, it was his phone. in his pants. it vibrated. not more than my ass did waiting for him to go all the way, but it was more persistent. I need to answer it he said, awkward and naked stumbling onto his sack, reaching for his phone. did his gf shelly installed some listening device on his phone?
no, I should have remembered shelly has her nightime call hour. and that moving from bolivia to peru, it changed by one hour.
were fine just started a trek, yeah its nightime here, we set up our tent. "hey shelly, omri had a great release and we were busy before you interrupted" I wanted to add from the side. I just lay there naked like an idiot listening to another naked idiot on his phone with his woman. this was ruined. I got up to sitting position and put on my underwear and my tracksuit pants for sleeping. Omri looked at me and raised his eyebrows and hand in a "sorry what can I do" position. he was sitting naked with his phone, his other hand on his erect cock, and there was a second very timely event, a gunshot.
holy sh!tt omri told shelly on the phone, and then realized what he did and as a smart guy quickly made a story that we think theres some bug and to call back in 5 minutes.
"Its far away, its like a few kilometers from here, sound travelled in the canyon". "are you sure?" omri said still holding his phone. but I heard it better because I wasnt babling to my girl on the phone.
"do you hear another?" I asked. we kept silent five minutes with our lights off as omri was getting dressed in darkness. "well?" "no I dont" "ok so, its fine". omri knew the drill we had, lights off, we both lay down low, and one goes to check outside, first in dark, then with a flashlight, then we wait to hear anything, and decide from there. I was closer to the entry and fully dressed. took a flashlight and went outside. first in the dark to get my eyes adjusted then trying to hear any footsteps, animals, or - anymore gunshots.
We were camped in a small flat place, with a large rock to one side, on purpose. it gave us some protection from winds, animals or humans from one side. so after a few steps I climbed the rock behind our tent, which also gave a good view all around. I could see two ne more tent lights one next to another in the distance. We knew there were others camped quiet close, some three swedish guys probably a few minutes walk from us by judging their tents light. so hearing footsteps would not be so alarming anyhow. and there were wild animals. but the view was clear, and there was nothing more around us. I went back into the tent. omri was with shelly telling her we're still ok, and still not telling her anything about a gunshot. did you phone the vikings? I asked. we had phones of at least two more hikers.
"yes. they heard it as well, they think its from the base camp. maybe someone shot a beer can".
this was their theory? a beer can? why, they shot beer cans in the hostel? are they drunk themselves?"
I dont know, didnt ask, they also think it was far away, they are staying across from us"
'I know, I saw them. good so if something happens, we will call them and team up to fight the beer cans".
"you want me to pretend its funny?" omri said.
"hows shelly doing, she got scared for your life over the bug? tell her its our mistake, it was a beer can"
"not getting better. so I forget its one hour difference in the calls too - are you ok?" omri said.
"hey if it wouldnt be her call, it would be the gunshot a few minutes later right? Im ok"
"sorry but Im totally out of the mood right now, Im worried about that noise"
"Its ok, and if you change your mind on it totally, its also ok. Im just happy to be here and with you, so"
omri moved in to one of his signature hugs "sorry I dont want to disappoint you"
"wait wait. ok so, Im not a charity sex case. you can disappoint me its fine if you dont feel it"
"what do you mean? I felt it. but its not out of love or lust, you know that right?"
"I know its one sided. Im not going to force it on you, thats all".
"do you think you were forcing it on me?" he asked in his therapy session voice.
"I dont know, maybe a little. its one sided, I get it, totally, its my sexual attraction to you,
but I dont want to grow apart because of this thing".
"you think back home I would feel bad, or ashamed or something, and keep a distance?"
"maybe. you know it happens. for gays it happens a lot. you dont want the emotional attachment,
you dont want the relationship. you want the hot guy and thrill of one time sex and move on"
omri was contemplating it. "its not a gay thing, its a personality thing. you want a one nighter".
"Thats it, I dont want to lose you beside me, because I had you inside me".
omri smiled at me in his crooked smile. "oh Im writing that one down for speeches"
"ok, but when will you ever give a speech about people inside you?" I asked and we both laughed.
"you know in like ten years, when we are somewhere else, in suits or changing diapers or something, what will we remember from tonight?"
"never forget about time zones". he smiled, "not come one, seriously?"
"I will remember your incredible body, and what it felt to touch you"
"are you really that into me, Im not sure even shelly is that into me! she shouts at me. maybe - maybe its like the unrealized aspect of it that makes it more attractive?"
"no, your mind, while annoying now, is mostly very sexy, and so is how you act, and a hot body"
"sorry I overthink it. I should just leave it right?"
"omri lay with his hands behind his head as we were talking.
his nice biceps were showing as I sat watching him and talking. I was getting horny again.
"can I massage you, just upper body and back, it will relax you?"
he looked at me and nodded yes. "you horny again huh. Im right?"
"shelly gives you a massage?"
- never. why?
"you give one to shelly?"
- I tried, she said it was too forceful and wasnt nice"
"so you need to learn how to give one?"
"umm yes I need to learn, do you teach the art of massages?"
"lets see in the morning I said" - cant wait he said turning and yawning.
I watched his eyes shut and he fell asleep. he was even so sexy sleeping.
maybe it was for the best that we didnt have sex. maybe that was how it was meant to be.

 

[zimbaman]

omri woke up at our alarm and stretched his long arms, his eyes still closed. they quickly hit the tent fabric so he remembered where he was. how did you sleep? ok? I think I was so tired from everything - he yawned.
"hey so today we join the group for the climb" I said reminding both of us we still have a long way to go to the next base camp, a good 20 kilometers of mostly uphill climb. Once we join them, all privacy I had with omri will be gone for the entire trek, and with it every chance for something intimate.
If I remember - he said getting up to sitting position, you are going to give me a massage. and my back is sore from the backpack, so its perfect. I need a massage and I want you to teach me how to give a good one.
Nobody gave you a massage after the team basketball games? and you want to learn sports therapy?
omri gave me that look of 'shut up its too early for your questions' and.. he opened the sack zipper completely, here, you can focus on this. He lay down again with a huge morning erection which looked like it could rip the fabric of his pants, so tight it was pushing upwards.
how would you like me to focus on it?
omri took my right hand which was closer to him and put it over his erection. "play with that, and stop with the questions".
"you need bigger undies, I mean its sexy but its tight in there"
"you talk too much. in the morning"
My hand took out his erect perfect specimen. it was just the right everything.
his eyes were still closed and he was silent. was he back to sleeping?
I didnt know. hey he wanted me to "play with it" so I will.
I pulled down my pants quietly, and took my erection right next to his
and then held them together.
His eyes now opened quickly enough when he felt the touch of my cock with his.
"wowowo..wow" omri shot up to sitting position.
well THAT woke you up in a hurry I laughed.
Whats with the smooshing of cocks together?
No guy has ever fucked you properly, omri. because youre so shy and scared for your straightness,
thats why its new to you. lay down on your back, now, do it!
omri looked shocked at me ordering him like that.
ok dont shout, I have a headache he said.
This will solve it. I spread his legs a bit. they were so heavy.
opened his ass with fingers. he made a lunge forward at my touch.
who told you to move? I said in the same commanding voice.
his head was turned to the side and I could see a little hidden smile from him.
I was so hot, and hard. and he was completely ok with it.
a shiver went through my body as I went deeper into the sexy beast.
I bent towards him and started to pound him and his muscular behind just as hard as I could.
His erection was hitting the sack, and I bent down and held it making sure he shoots
his first load. I was faster, now completely on top of him, only my legs on the tent fabric.
I heard him muffling some sore and some please grunts.
I turned him on his back. his dick was still erect, covered in some cum.
he lay on his back watching me. I did not need any hand on my erection
I came on his sweaty hairy-trail sixpack. two big loads and some extra.
he pushed his head slightly forward toward his body to see.
"what a weird massage" omri laughed. "oh and we need to clean up" he added.
"you enjoyed it, come on tell me, right? right!
My hand gave his abs a friendly slap. it had a sexy sound and these were for sure the
hardest abs on a man I had ever touched.
damn, what have you got there? its so solid. I slapped his abs again.
"morning erection abs" omri laughed and tightened them even more for me.
"big defined abs with those small wavy patterns really ripped guys have"
I bent down to kiss them. he folded up his legs in the touch of my lips on them.
"you realize we just had sex?" I said, because he was so quiet.
"I guess we did, right" he said so casually.
"come here" he pulled me towards his body.
I lay on one of his muscled hairy legs with mine folded across it, my sweaty cock smooshed on them, me hugging omri from the side with my head on his chest and his arm on my body.
probably like he cuddles shelly after they have sex I was guessing. it was so sexy.
his hand went right into my hair. "how was it for you? was it what you expected?" I asked.
"actually. you swear not to say a word" of course I did.
"felt great. felt natural. felt like another level of bonding"
"me too I said. you didnt have to, but that was amazing"
"I wanted it, and - I still want my massage you promised"
"and you will get it". I said preparing the clean up.

 

[zimbaman]

Just as we were getting everything folded omri came from above the rock where he took the morning call from shelly or his parents. he came back down and could hardly hide his anger. then he kicked some stones 'listen, dont be mad but Im out of this one and Im going back down to the hostel'
why! what happened? It was a huge bummer but we had others planned and one was already cancelled due to the weather not stable.
Shelly, she quit! he said waiting to see my horified reaction which didnt arrive.
"really so soon - she just started? what happened?
"she said she had a shit boss, and she disrespected her as an intern, and anyway the salary was a joke, she just needs a few years of experience... so she added all of it and quit.
"wow, thats brave but if she just started and she already feels so bad there - thats the right thing to do"
"SO! theres another little detail here" omri said. "Shelly is thinking of joing me on the trip. actually,
she told me she just got tickets and she will be here in two days!" it was nice to see it changed his
mood from angry to excited.
So Im not going to do it with that group alone, Im going back with you, I said, we didnt want to split or as little as was possible. but now he'll have Shelly, and probably they will want to split from me.
How about we change the lyrics and word "beat it" in Michael Jackson's song to "quit it?"
omri started to sing the chorus to himself. oh wow he smiled, it works perfect.
so we gave the vikings a symbolic goodbye wave and started singing "quit it":
Just quit it (quit it).. quit it (quit it).
If youre at your desk defeated,
Show them the finger, not worth the fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just quit it!
Just quittt itttt!
its so funny up until today I remembers it as one of the highlights of out rip.

 

[zimbaman]

I was moving to leor's fancy tower from my budget hotel, which being in NYC was as expensive as a luxury one. my next week would be at his place, and we already met again at our friend's wedding. Leor of course had to come with his latest hot fuck, Mila the personal trainer, who was never "in a wedding like this one where you dance so much". Leor who was Mila's personal doppleganger for her fantasy man the model Dmitry Averyanov.
Leor showed off his ripped sexy body at the wedding in a very form-showoff white buttoned up shirt. you could see every curve of his pecs, every bicep vein from the sleeves. and Mila, in a silver dress that looked like an inflated mirror balloon with straps was hitting the dance floor hard. they were partially drunk, and fully making other young couples there completely jealous. to say they 'stole the show' would not be too much. They WERE the show. so much so that someone asked me, as I was sitting next to leor, if they were a professional dance duo or they are friends of the groom?

To leor's very long -and getting longer- list of over-achievement, I now had to add dancing. I never saw him dancing anywhere, but he had moves. salsa moves. even as half wasted as he was, with all that athletic muscle it must have not made a dent in his talent to outperform other guys. It was as if he felt that was what he needed to do, in every situation. So no wonder they were dancing like its "dancing with the stars". One of the two photographers, already came up to leor to ask if he was signed at an agency or would want to do some photography modelling work. I didnt know leor ever modelled, he wasnt into that. Now he was, as he told him he had some experience but wasnt signed or anything.
Did you see his photos from last year? Mila asked me, to the very apparent displeasure of leor who probably didnt want me to know. "oh, show me!" I asked her, she probably had them on her phone, right?
"As good as a professional model. like Dmitry Averyanov, really look! even better than him, this one!"
Mila moved over next to me, look at this - leor was red faced now, or was it the drinks? -
"ho-ly wowza, now - thats a body". Leor sat on a stool in his white underwear, grey background, ripped shiny body looking directly at the camera, even his muscular behind was showing on the stool. perfection.
"a-ha, look at this one too". Mila was visibly very happy to see leor cringe next to me.
"wow so, you can model.. if nothing comes from your fancy MBA"
"Sure, whatever" leor was sitting arms folded, looking at me and mila drooling over his photos. they were incredible and I made her send me all of them.
"are you finished with me or you are going to continue, so I can leave maybe to another table to talk with normal people" leor said very seriously.
"no no, you cannot leave!" mila said so over dramatic. "what do you do other than training? do you also study?" I asked. we did not have so much time to talk as leor was sitting between us two. "I am also an actor, and model, and work in advertising. I studied Marketing". I saw Leor roll his eyes just a bit. he wasnt impressed with her marketing degree, obviously. it was not his business and finance MBA.
"I would mistake you for a professional dancer, you were amazing, everyone was clapping like a tv show"
I said, and she smiled and her hands stuck together with a small bow of thanks towards me.
"my dad was a dancer in europe. professional ballet. he was researcher of body movement. so we danced a lot! then we always packed everything changed city and danced somewhere new again"
Mila and her two sisters were home schooled, as they always moved with their performing dad and their mother, his agent, or - an agent.
"your mother was a spy!" I said too loud. "long ago, yes. for america. meeting soviet agents, in europe". my father was a perfect cover for her. she was just the ordinary wife of a famous dancer."
wow what a story. leor added his "totally sexy, right?". mila looked at him with her "will kill you later" look, or was it her "lets have so much sex later" look?
I went back to the hotel and they probably went to his studio room, and had another fuck of a lifetime. she had an amazing body, she was so beautiful with her pale skin, bright red lipstick, blue eyes and wavy dark black her, now that it wasnt held back tight like at the gym, it looked so much hotter.
Mila and leor were at most fuck buddies and a dance duo. They did not seem to me to have so much chemistry, and talked but not anything like a couple in a relationship.
Maybe leor was afraid me and mila were getting close because her threw at me:
"so what about you, do you have a boyfriend now?" he knew I didnt because we talked at his place, but it was meant for mila, obviously as - oh dont bother flirting, he's gay.
"oh wow really, ok wow great, ok, we talk and I didnt know!" mila said, looking at leor and me and then again at us, then at her plate next to leor, Im starving - I'll go eat a bit! mila said to me and smiled and moved back to her plate. leor was such a douch sometimes.
"so anyone?" mila said to me pushing food in. "no, not right now" I said.
"are you into leor?" she said with a small wink as he left to piss his drinks in the toilets
"well I know him many years, he was always a straight".
"but that is not what I asked" mila said observing me now.
"right, so you know the answer, of course"
"of course" mila laughed.
"so you are staying next week with him, that apartment is really beautiful!"
"oh you've been to it?" I acted like I didnt know they fucked there.
"Yes, of course with my client."
leor was her client? I did not understand, or expect, that answer.
"what client? for the apartment?"
"my client, at the gym - leor invited us up for a drink after a workout"
oh I see. well you can see her mother was an agent. she got out of that one very nicely.
"Are you and leor in a relationship? or just friends?" I asked. hey why not ask her too..
"Oh, we dated.." mila said, and probably meant "oh, we fucked.. "but leor is only in love
really with one person, you know that?" mila said to me looking around, probably that he
didnt hear it - "with himself".

 

[zimbaman]

Me and omri arrived back at the hostel. on the way we met a large group walking towards us, leor was surrounded by another two guys and four of the six girls, who were joining the trek group. we stopped just to tell them we would skip the trek and maybe do another one with Shelly. Leor of course was almost trying to hide how pleased he was that omri would not be joining. the bad blood between them had continued for years, when nobody really knew what started it all. I knew and remembered it very well because we were 4 guys just playing 2 on 2, or having score 2-3 point shot tournaments. leor was already pissed that omri had closed the gym to go play, since he was in charge of it. omri would not give him the key, because nobody was allowed in past gym hours, since it made a lot of noise with a thin wall to the police officers rooms, and they were pissed about it, so that was the agreement. leor knew about it, and there was a sign on the door. he was pissed at omri for upholding it. 'most of the equipment was zero noise. come on! he was trying to push omri to open it for him and a friend.
So no was no, but leor was so pissed. He came to the basketball court, played with us for ten minutes, me and him lost a game to omri and his friend, so leor took the ball in two hands like some football, ran about 50 meters towards the police officers rooms and threw the basketball right at their window, luckily it hit a frame and bounced back, so he ran again and threw it hitting harder this time at the door. then again at the window. and so hard at the door it vibrated with a huge noise. now about 5 guys were out of their rooms "what the fuck is going on?" they said at leor, holding the ball.
"he's retarded" omri said shaking his head as leor was throwing the ball.
"he's pissed at the gym being closed" I said the obvious. "roid rage, this is what it causes, totally" omri's basketball partner chimed in with his nonsense observation. "or he didnt get any sex this weekend" omri
said smiling. he could not be happier with leor losing his cool and probably standing trial at the officers complaints and getting some punishment.
"you got our gym closed, so we'll play basketball, how about that?" the three of us just stood a good distance from leor, in fact now we wanted as much as possible, so they dont get us involved in his shit.
"hey omri, what time do you close the gym?" one of the cadets, who came down the steps of the open precast corridor, and was now visibly half the size of leor as he came nearer, shouted at omri.
"I closed it based on what was agreed, 9 pm".
so whats your problem, he did his duty - this officer came even closer to leor, who was fuming, took the ball and threw it flying into the officers upper body. his throw was so forceful it knocked the smaller guy in backwards onto the lawn. leor grabbed him by his pants and lifted him over his head like he was his overhead press. oh that officer was now humiliated and mad, this would be jail time surely, I thought.
Leor put him down not before shouting at the officers - well how much fuckin noise did that make? zero. two of the officers, much bigger guys were coming down probably to get their friend out of leor's hands.
He folded his fingers to a fist and just said 'lets go, I need the exercise, now that... - and he shouted with veins popping out - noiw that "THESE FUCKERS CLOSED OUR GYM"

 

[zimbaman]

Leor and I go back to our parents, doing joint camping trips of a few families together on weekends. Since both of us had sisters, we were tasked with carrying. the food cooler, the water cooler, he would take his shit off and carry as much as there was from their car. His dad would show him and the other dads would marvel at his shiny muscular physique from the heat and sun, 19 year old, shredded and looking down at most of them just about his chin or shoulder height. more than half their age, and twice their size. Armwrestling, a bit of wrestling on the sand, mercy with interlocked fingers. a punching bag that would be set up on a tree branch. Our dads were loving the girls he started to bring along, by then in his own car.
He was always the earliest to do everything. The year we could legally enter a gym he was there, already towering above us and already lifting more and showing off.

His modelling career, was surprisingly a small one. just some clothes brands and a number of photographer friends that did for him some photoshoots. but it was his doorway to something much more succesful that his tagged photos opened up - dating the hottest young female models, not just the circle of HS girls. like he had unlocked his superpowers - the first to have sex. and years ahead of all of us to perfect his skills of flirting, dating and fucking. he did influencer shit before anyone made it into a thing. He got clothes to wear, sport gear, free gym membership. The first to have a bike, the prom king.

For old times sake, four families went to a lake-weekend trip. from year to year it became less of a thing as we got older, and with grown-up kids the parents were into couples retreats more than lake cook-outs.
leor and I, were in his car, and his two "female friends" (current fuck mates).
All three were having a nice time giggling, swiming in the lake while I was tired from the heat, and at noon I dozed off for a while in our family's tent. when I woke up, the four dads were right outside the tent in their folding chairs, look at the lake at leor and the two girls. Everyone else was probably making lunch.
They sat there for hours, legs apart, hands on flabbed bellies (well leor's dad, who was about 48-50 from what I guessed, was as to be expected quite muscled and much fitter than the other three).

"he's talking about leaving the house or not yet?" "nah, he has a few more years of us doing it all for him. probably when he starts university" "so he's bringing those hot girls around? good for you!" "for me? Im out of the game, we all are. he's bringing new ones every week, thats what worries me. "yeah I think he's just having a good time.. why not. with his looks, I would do the same, just fuck eat sleep gym and fuck.
"whats your son planning to do?" "well he wants to do a fireman course. pays really good actually. Im not telling him what to do or not. anyway he has a year left of service. then a big trip, you know, so why pressure him. "what did you feed this kid, avi. look at that, puts us to shame. he could take us all in a ring fight". "yeah they grow big, we grow weak.. thats it" "unless, you find a hot fuck, and she rescues you. take one of his son's girlfriends right there, and be her fantasy dad" "you want me to cheat on my wife, she's ritght there with the food, dont shout it" "you ever seen your stud fuck one of them, maybe you could tag team?" "no wonder you're divorced danny" "hey. you'll all be. and see, she stayed with the wallet, right by her side". "thats a hard no for me. then why devorce at all?". "you know very good why, because I found out she did it with her past love, a surgeon who came back from overseas". "oh she's going for the degrees. no wonder she divorced you then". "check that - he's fucking her in the water. what a stud"
"leor? no they are swimming" "yeah sure, her head is tilted back, mouth open. he's in front, see, his hand is going between her legs. shes bobbing up and down a little, cute that they are trying to hide it while having the thrill of it in public" "ok thats my son, can we stop the porno narration?" "look at her smile at him with a wink, they totally just had sex" danny said back. they were all a bit silent. "the smells from the cooking, we should help them" Avi said and left. the other dads were fixated at the water.

 

[zimbaman]

Avi, leor's dad, was cheating on his wife. I didnt know how much but I was sure of it. I didnt know if leor knew about it, and I for sure wasnt going to ask. But we had an early trip that we had to get to the bus at 5 am. so my parents drove me to leor to sleep over with my bag ready for the end of the year trip. and his dad drove us to the bus together. But when leor was sleeping, I needed the toilet. I walked super quiet from his room next to the guest bathroom to the upstairs bathroom. because the guest bathroom had our bags in it. so I went up the stairs, and when I was in the bathroom I heard his dad laughing and fucking someone. I dont know who she was or why we didnt see her in the evening, but I did know leor's mom was overseas.
I didnt even flush the toilet not to make a noise. I quickly went down the stairs. When his dad woke us up an hour later he was already dressed to drive us like nothing happened.
For years I wanted to know what leor did or didnt know of his dad cheating. and maybe thats why leor couldnt have any steady girl in his life? The risk was of course losing my close relationship with him since I was so hot for him, and when we sat on the beach and talked and I came out the other risk was him telling people I didnt want to know yet. so I was keeping this to myself for sure.
So no wonder leors dad left the convo about cheating and went to see whats cooking. he cheated himself.
and I could totally see it. Avi, like leor, was a male magnet. tall and muscled with nice black-grey buzzcut hair, leor totally got his looks, size and hotness factors from his dad.

So imagine my surprise when I saw Avi, leor's dad in the apartment just as I was moving in with leor for the week! It was cold and a little rainy in NYC. I was wearing a windbreaker coat that did nothing to warm me. Willy rushed to help me from the taxi with my big luggage. 'Yaahh its bittr cold, hey. weather is funny like datt here' he said. He was smelling fresh, looking hot in his long coat and gloves. You could see his muscled chest outlines in the white button shirt under the coat. "Leor left you the keeey, his dad will meet you'. "His dad is here?" "Yaaah, he is" Willy said and got the elevator for me remotely.
It was years since I saw his dad. maybe 3, I think? He was in the kitchen, same possition as leor, preparing a drink. same way leor did. he was even wearing a white tanktops like leor did. It was like leor had aged 25 years in two days.
Hey such a long time, wow youre all.. what a change! His dad gave me a firm handshake and and closed the huge steel door. both were very impressive. His dad looked the same as I rememebed. Like some retired navy seal buzzcut-greyish hair, huge frame, tall manly and hot. If this was how Leor would look at 50, he would easily get more female attention. I bet Avi was getting it. He was extra dilfy.
"So leor told me you also came for the wedding. How was it? what have you been up to since.. well I think I saw you at our place 3 years ago, right? we talked for about 15 minutes.
So I wont bother you, leor will be here for lunch and Im using the great gym here, did you see it?
I said leor already took me. "Good, so Im down there and going to a meeting from there - so it was so nice to see you again! we will have dinner tonight". Avi took his towel from the stool, and there I was in the vast silent two level palace. The upstairs was locked by a glass door in the hallway after the stairs. The bottom had the living room, kitchen, leor's studio room and toilet were on the right next the entrance corridor with another door that could close off the rest of the apartment. A hidden kitchen door led to a supply room with washing. The living room was all glass windows and you could see entire office building's rooftops bellow. Like a screensaver image come to life. the street below looked like a simcity imagecou packed with towers one next to another. another room was a media room. just a huge tv screen and a folding sofa that leor already put as a bed with a little ikea tent-wardrobe with hangers next to it. It would seem he was really set up for guests. I wondered how much sex he had on this folding bed. but it looked clean and it had the same wall of glass amazing city view of the living room. I tookm a few photos to send to family and friends with "my room view this week".

 

[zimbaman]

Me and omri had the hostel mostly to ourselves. Most of the guys left for the trek and not many others arrived still for the trek the week after. Leor's girls squad now only had two girls that were also waiting for next week's trek since they were a bit sick. a few canadians, a young italian newly wed couple. and some locals. Omri I was shocked to discover also spoke fluent italian and had family in north Italy so he chatted a lot with the couple. The eyes that girl gave omri, I think her husband was already in trouble.
You know Italian, how? I asked as he stood hald smiling at my shocked face after lunch. Im a quarter Italian" omri said and then I think said it in Italian as well". His voice changed a bit softer when he spoke it. "Yeah thats my italian voice" he laughed when I asked him. We had a room with 3 bunkbeds and anothe regular bed the first time, and it was all full. Now we switched to one of the private rooms, tiny room with just a double bed and bag lockers and a window looking into a wall alleyway. but at least we had privacy.
I happily paid the extra charge to switch rooms. We both put our bags on the small lay on our backs on the bed looking up at the ceiling fan. omri said two sentences which sounded sexy and inviting. What was that? I asked. I didnt understand even a word.

 

[zimbaman]

Her name was Olivia, and she had olive-oil skin, with the sweat of the humid weather running in drops shining on her wonderful skin down the valley created between perfectly round and protruding tits, outlined clearly by a deep v-neck white t-shirt that displayed all of this wonderland to omri's fixated eyes, as he made his best attempts to talk to her while hiding a massive erection.
I could read him so well by now. She had his WHOLE attention, and omri followed intensly every move she made towards food, or to her husband to feed him uttering orgasmic sounds and "deliciozo" at lucky him. because it was so clear she was teasing omri, who was hungry for some of her deliciozoness. Even I could switch sides if she continued to make those umph and omph sounds of pleasure from food. and if thats what good food makes her do imagine what a good fuck would and I could see omri imagining it very well. his dick was pushing at his sports shorts so hard. and he got up from the bench to get a drink and, so obvious was showing her his erection. she went completely red on her tanned skin. omri was walking with the top of his pants near bursting with an erection that pushed up to the side pocket. He got olivia's full attention as well.

We finished lunch, well omri hardly ate but his eyes were full. "yes I saw it, she was lunging down to get something from the table, teasing you with them" I said to him. "she also turned you on" omri said with a smile. "that and you showing her that" I pointed to his shorts. anyone could outline his thick dick in the blue thin fabric. I went up to him, put my hand in his shorts pocket and grabbed the top of his erect dick.
"hey what are you doing" he said with his hand on mine that encircled his erect dick from inside his pocket. "she got the message. she got the sausage. other than waving it in the air for her like a landing light on a runway, you gave her all the directions. Now its either you two will have an affair or a fling or casual sex or... "or just leave it" is what you wanted to say? omri said and I went back to my bed. "pretty much, she's married, youre waiting for shelly to arrive in two days, so, why go on a trek with someone you just fucked and it will be there like a cloud the whole trek. or like some drops of sweat, trickling between two.. "fuck stop, I cant get her perfect chest and her beauty off my mind" omri said collapsing backwards into his bed, his hand now inside his tented shorts.

"I never saw you so sexual, you know" I said as we both lay on the beds. This was a side of omri I didnt see before so much as in this trip with him. "thought you were more intellectual, rational". omri turned on his side. "you thought I read books and liked chess or basketball, so I didnt fuck?" he gave a small laugh at that idea. "well, youve always been just with shelly" I said. "ok, oh -" omri said, "I see. well, I get horny over hot women, sexy and flirty like olivia. what can I say. Im a horny guy, sorry to break your idealized version of me" omri said. maybe I did have that version of him, because I saw only some slices of his life. I only knew him as a highschool basketball jock with a steady girl for years who was also super smart and I looked up to him as a rolemodel, leader and never as someone who was a horny sex machine. that was reserved for Leor, and this clash of assigned roles and behaviors was new. Omri had suddenly allowed me to make him cum and intimately have his body, then he fucked me, initiated it. I fell in love with his brain but he had a great sexual appetite, and a powertool between his legs, and he used it.

I need to talk to her again, alone. "sure, just tell me when to get out of the room when you two start to.. chat" I laughed. "what about shelly?" I said. "can you stop with shelly, what about shelly. will shelly know about us. what will you say to shelly". I knew when omri was really mad, and this was not his super mad..
"well in two days" "well, great, thanks are you doing a countdown for me?"
"no, why are you so mad, anyhow. She's married, omri, she's even newly married, off limits"
"fuckkk thats why I want her even more, dont you get it?"
"no, its such a straight thing to want someone else's wife"
"thats not what makes her hot, you saw her at lunch right"
"her tits, sweat, how she giggled with you in italian and went red when she saw your massive erection. all that was sexy"
"exactly, its not her status. its her"
"I get it omri, thanks."
"she's probably sitting outside" omri said getting up "I should talk to her"
"tell her in italiano that youre still hornisimo. that your mashmo is multo erectisimo"
"you need a good fuck" omri said.
"so come back soon, ok? she wont fuck you anyway - married." I said.
"uh, we'll see.." omri said and left the room.

 

[zimbaman]

I woke up from omri entering the room and closing the door.
I looked over to the window, it was getting dark. I was so tired, I fell asleep.
omri was in his shorts and tanktop, his body looked sweaty. he sat next to the bed and smiled looking
at me waking up.
"on no. oh..no you didnt!"
"did what? olivia? couldnt find her, they went to the town or something"
"is that the best cover you could find? they went to town or something?"
"dont be too smart, I just had a good run"
"you always smile like this from running?"
"anyway, Im going to take a shower"
"yeah she's probably also showering now, thinking what to tell her poor husband"
"well if she is, its with him after coming back from where ever they went to".
"so nothing?"
"what about my massage? I really need one now"
"why, you tried some new positions with her? did you lift and fuck her in the air? your back must be sore"
"from the running" omri took off his tanktop and threw it at me
yuck, it stinks. I threw it on his bed.
omri took out another pair of underwear and tanktop. his body from the height of me on the bed looking
up at him looked ripped and shiny from sweat. his muscular ass formed two firm circular mounds.
"cant wait", I said to him slapping his ass which was almost in my face as he turned.
omri looked at me and smiled - "she texted me just now"
"what did she say??" I had to know!
but with saying that he just closed the door and went to the bathrooms.

 

[zimbaman]

I was hungry, and omri was taking his time in the shower. so I went to the communal kitchen to grab something to eat, as we didnt have any dinner planned. When I came back to the room omri was on his bed talking italian on the phone, so it was very obvious to who. His hand was inside his underwear playing with his curving upwards and casually half erect dick, which was pushing up his usual choice of figure hugging shorts-underwear that was tight to "keep it all in place" and showed off his amazing basketball-muscled legs that seemed to make the fabric stretch and look 2 sizes too small. When I came into the room with food he ended the phone call about 3 minutes later.
"well I can see whats up with olivia" I said pointing with my fork at his underwear.
"they are going to some restaurant with a few others, she asked if we were joining"
"and what about the plans for later on tonight?"
"we really didnt plan anything, and she will be tired, and I dont think anything will happen"
"oh thats a shame. well, she was probably just flirty and teasing you"
"seems so" omri said.
oh he was such a bad actor. he was feeding me the kind of bullshit I only expected from leor when he went off to fuck in the love hotel and would come back with his "just went running" stories.
I finished my leftover empanada and salad.
"youre not hungry? are we going out with them?"
"what about my massage" omri said,
I was a bit hungry, but all I could now think about was the curving hill his sexy erection caused in his underwear. I sat on the edge of his bed, he looked at me looking at his erection. with my fingers I lightly followed the curve. omri gave his signature crooked smile and dimple. As I touched the fabric on the curved ridge, his erection hardened upwards and tugged at the fabric even more.
I slowly pulled it out from his stretched underwear.
"thats a weird massage, are you sure its for the back?" he smiled more.
"ok turn on your stomach, I will get some oil"
"you are so prepared, who gave you some oil?"
"take a guess"
"olivia?"
"no stupid.. leor. who else carries that stuff around?"

 

[zimbaman]

omri was face sideways, flat on his bed, legs slightly apart and arms crossed above his head.
being tall his feet were now in the air and off the bed.
his sexy muscled butt was now showing from the stretched underwear.
I had to touch it. "wow buns of steel" I said. it felt unreal, like some identical curving rocks.
"I want to have a butt like yours. wow this is solid!".
omri was silent, eyes closed. his biceped arms were framing his head.
"I need your arms to the side" I said, my hand now guiding his big arms to move to the side.
omri moved them. I took the oil with me and climbed on top of his butt and sat on top of it
like I was riding some muscular horse.
"look at this back". his back was wide and muscular, massive developed
rhomboids, deltoids, trapezius.. everything was like a textbook bodybuilder showing off,
without even flexing anything.
"Ive never given a massage to anyone with a back like yours" I said to omri.
omri remained silent. was this perfect specimen of a man used to getting comments like
these. maybe in gym locker rooms. or taking his shirts off after a sweaty bball game?
He must be. everything about his physical formation was big, and built exeptionally.
"you are putting us normal men to shame. how do you compete with this!"
my hands were on his lower back, moving upwards until I reached his neck and then
back. I mostly gave massages to women, with soft skin, and easy to work with backs.
this was a machine of a back covered with flesh. and feeling the full extent of it, made
me so hard. a full erection between his muscled rocks for a butt. but he didnt see or feel it.
he turned his head a little towards me opening his eye to look in my direction.
his hand came up from his side, pulling at my underwear and my erection.
"yeah? youre enjoying this massage I see" he said.
"hey, take it seriously. let me work!" I was pulling his massive arm again to the side of his back.
It was hard work, this kind of back. my hands, not small, maybe medium sized, felt small on it.
I would need a hand massage after this. but I wanted to show off my skills, and after about
10 minutes of rubbing his back, with oil, getting around the formations, finding where he was
feeling some back pains, getting some good sighs and groans of pleasure or pain out of him,
I was taking a break. just rubbing gently up and down the sides, his big lats.
"short break because now my hands are sore" I told him.
I then went another 10 minutes focusing on his neck and shoulders. I could sense the big dude
was liking it. so I continued until my hands were really sore again.
"how are we doing?" I asked.
"fuck I need you to do that after every game, and every gym. so good" omri said.
without warning, omri under me started to rise. it was like some horse rising with you from
a kneeling position to standing. "woho.. what are you doing?" I said lunging forward not to
fall off him. omri flipped and was now on his back. "hello there" he said, his arms almost
fixing me into place now sitting on his upper legs. his bulge, his abs, his smiling face.
my erection was now full force, and as I was trying to find how to sit on his thighs and
settled on just humping one of his thighs with my legs stretching back on each side of it,
my erect underwear was right next to his balls, with its outline clearly showing as all the
fabric was stretched out by his thighs.
"well hello again" omri said, his arms folded over his fantastic light hair-spread square pecs.
"pro. pro massage, you know what youre doing", he said. his eyes of course were fixed
towards his right leg, which I was on top of, with an erection that I couldnt hide almost
next to his balls, and his semi erect curving cock in his underwear.
his big hand guided mine to it. "you forgot to massage this part" he said smilling.
my fingers were moving on the curving ridge. it was hardening, and rising as I was touching it.
I tugged and pulled it a little from below. it rose to the edge of the fabric pulling it up.
my hand guided it out if it, pulling his underwear down towards me to reveal it.
I put some oil on my fingers, and touched his rounded balls covering them gently.
omri made the most manly deep groan and his cock was now vibrating with the move
of my fingers very gently holding them.
I reached with my the back of my left hand and gently rubbed it against his erection up and down.
it was obviously a first for him, and as the back of hand went again upwards slightly pushing
his pole towards him, and then turned my hand to grip it.
omri brought his much bigger hand to cover my hand, and squeeze it on his cock.
his sexy abs tightened up, and a good healthy stream of cum landed on them.
he looked at me and then closed his eyes.
he tightened his grip on my hand which was on his thick erect cock.
my other hand rubbed his vacant muscled thigh.
as we gripped his cock, his mouth opened to make another sexy deep groan, and his
second launch of cum reached onto his pecs.
his hand quickly moved from gripping mine on his cock, to grip my erection.
The feeling of his fingers around it - I came in my underwear.
I caught myself making stupid squeels as my underwear was now wet.
he pulled down my stained underwear, and his fingers were rubbing my cum on my erection.
omri had two fingers moving right up the vein like he was directing it.
when he reached the head of my cock, his fingers gently circling around it,a
the orgasm it caused me was like a shock running up my entire body.
he could see me shivering and guided my erection down as my second cum shot
was on his torso. I lost control of my body and almost collapsed on his frame.
his arms pulled me up a bit and hugged me on him.
I rested my head sideways on his chest, catching my breath.
never collapsed like that, so out of control. and in front of omri, of all people.
"are you ok?" he asked like a worried dad, my head still on his chest.
"sure" I said. I was still dizzy. I was still ashamed I collapsed on him like a broken toy.
my erection was now sideways, smooshed somewhere on his lower torso between our bodies.
"I will need some more of your massage, for sure" omri said. his fingers were now gently making
little motions on my neck, moving from my neck to my shoulders in the most manly way.
I almost fainted from that orgasm. was I just hungry? or over stimulated?
omri motioned me to finally remove myself from his thigh and body.
we were both sticky and sweaty. we heard noises of people in the corridor.
we had to devise a plan to get to the showers .

 

[zimbaman]

we decided to go with our stained shorts, to the shower. most people were eating out anyway.
as we made it to the showers without questions or looks, we quickly showered also washing
our shorts as best we could. omri continued to shower a bit after me.
As we didnt bring any clothes to the mens shower, I wrapped myself in a large towel and almost
ran back to the room to get dressed. omri was still getting out of the showers.
I noticed his phone was open in his smaller bag, beeping some new messages.
I took it from the bag, curious to see if it was olivia texting him.
It wasnt locked so I opened his photos gallery.
The first three photos were of olivia, one with an open shirt, then one completely naked on a bed.
from the position someone who took it, was right on top of her on the bed.
I looked at the time stamp of the photos. oh, he took it just when he was "running".
She looked incredible, sweaty and models body flaunting her naked tits with one of her hands
holding them up for the photo from below. he lied to me, of course he fucked her.
I quickly put the phone as it was in his bag. she was messaging him when they will be back at the hostel.
omri came in with the towel just as I zipped his small bag. I sat on my bed watching him put on clothes.
he then went over to his bag and took out the phone to check messages.
"oh so you went through my phone" he said casually sitting with it on his bed. even his "angry" look was
really hot as well.
"what? no, I did hear it beeping as I got dressed a few minutes ago" I said. well if he could lie about running, I could about this.
omri looked at the phone. I knew what he was looking at. stupid me I left the gallery on the naked photo of olivia when I closed the phone. it was the first thing he saw now. shit.
omri gave me his interogation look. his mother was a lawyer so he was smart about conducting investigation work, putting things together and finding out what someone was hiding.
"why did olivia text you about plans for tonight?" I said with my best poker face.
I didnt know if he was buying it. he changed the subject and I knew his trick, he was looking at my behaviour if I would show signs of relief that he changed subjects. I knew this tactic.
"wait, why did you ask about the phone?" I said oh-so-relaxed now my head on the pillow
"nothing, I must have left it open, it drained the battery" he said plugging it.
"what about olivia draining your battery?"
"nothing, theres nothing between us" he said. ouch that lie.
"okay, just asking. I know you want her" I said poking the bear.
"I will update you first if anything happens, ok?" he said
oh you will? I thought.
"you think I should?" omri surprised me with this question.
"sure, if you both want it, make it happen. its not cheating its a one time overseas romance"
he turned sideways on the bed. his arm was under his head supporting it while showing off his biceps.
"so since you saw that we had sex, please keep it to yourself, ok?"
"wait what? when did you have sex, I dont understand?".
"we just kissed on the afternoon"
"so you werent just running, oh - so you fucked her. you didnt kiss. come on"
omri's hand was now in his underwear again.
"we just showered"
he smiled. "we didnt fuck, we just had some fun together, it was short"
well at least that was now out in the open.

 

[zimbaman]

Just as I was looking at the vast penthouse and into the silent skyline and the grey clouds above, there was a three-beep sound as the massive door opened.
leor walked in, followed by a tall blonde girl. "hey! great, my dad texted me you're here" leor said, and he and the blonde girl disappeared into his room, hanging next to the door two oversized black coats that were still damp from some rain. I had no idea who she was, or what they were doing. but I got myself another glass of water and sat in the living room waiting.
"hey! so you're settled in?" leor said. he was now in a black t-shirt and white tracksuit pants that on purpose showed off his bulge. "So - Thats Casey!" leor introduced me to her, as if he had talked to me ever about her.
She was surely out of some hair and beauty salon, in matching black t-shirt but pink pants, very tall and with aura of gliding through air and existence, shook my hand and waving to the side her long blonde hair said "so nice to meet you".
"cas what are you drinking".
'cas' said "I'll have a vat"
leors muscular arms were filling his black t-shirt as we both sat on a sofa and looked at him in the kitchen.
"so tell me what leor has said about me!" cas turned to me.
I remember I was so embarrased and speechless by her question.
I was thinking should I say "nothing at all actually" or make up something? was he supposed to tell me about her and forgot?
Leor swooped into the lounge with two drinks.
He handed her the vat, and kissed her cheek as he sat beside her, with his other arm over the sofa around her other shoulder. "Kept you my little secret.." he said eyeing and smilling at her, his hand putting down his drink and he placed it right on her thigh.
"Oh, I see" cas said so very gently, and seemed not offended at all.
"How long have you been together?" I asked.
leor was going to say something but cas said first - "from summer".
I calculated that meant about half a year. wow for leor it must be a record. he didnt say even a word when he was in such a long relationship?
cas I learnt later was actually cassandra, and she was the daughter of a business partner of leor's oligarch boss. she was russian but was sent to study in the US. and so she became Casey, or cas.
she had zero accent, but she didnt "act" american, her mannerisms were much more reserved.
"I'm hungry, arent you?" cas said to leor. "I can make us soup and meatballs" she asked or told me.
"thats great, he will love it" leor said. she got up into the kitchen.
I looked at leor with a "why didnt you tell me?" look raising my eyebrows.
leor was like that. typical of him to just let me find it out. I was also shocked he could be so long in any relationship.
"her mother, she brings in the food" leor whispered to me when she went into the hidden pantry.
the skies were a dark grey with raindrops outside as we sat to eat meatballs and onion soup.
thats when I discovered she also rents an apartment in the tower. how convenient, did she know about
Mila? she must have seen her at the gym.. I had so many questions.
Cas looked even hotter than Mila. She was taller, and looked very toned. she looked like she was also working out, probably with nice abs under that black shirt.
leor always loved the 'bond girls' type, but I was sure he's go for an asian bond girl.
"My apartment is much smaller" cas said as we talked about the penthouse.
"cas is a brilliant real estate agent, she sells luxury apartments!" leor said.
I bet she was, and I could imagine exactly who her clients were and what language they talked.
after lunch we went 12 floors down, to see her apartment. while leor was not even renting, just given a room, she owned her smaller apartment, which was still a large 2 bedroom unit and in the millions.. how could she afford it at her age? obviously it was her parent's money and lots of it.
The tour included all the evidence: leor's underwear on a seat in her bedroom, his tanktop still hanging in the bathroom. everything was in total mess and caos from the kitchen full of used dishes, to the living room with chips bags and bottles and plates from some party. it was so completely different to how she looked and acted. she didnt say sorry for the mess, or anything. just "we had a big party and only tomorrow the apartment will be cleaned". she obviously didnt lift a finger for cleaning it.
The sofa had twenty small cushions of heart shapes, that looked hand made from ugly and weird fabrics.
"this is my hobby!" she said holding two of them towards her chest.
"she also donates them to disability children schools!' leor said proud of her accomplishment.
"they are hearts for your heart!" cas said, maybe not sure if I got the idea.
"very nice" I said as she flipped her blonde hair to the side. "choose one for you upstairs".
I made myself trying to choose from all the beauty - finally took a purple velvet heart.
"you are very romantic, its a romantic color and soft fabric". I didnt know this included a life-reading.
I said thank you not knowing if to hug her for this present, so I held the cushion to my heart.
"now you pick one" she said to leor like she was pretending he wasnt there all the time.
leor took a black velvet one. "he is the sexy panther!" she held his arm with it.
"yes he sure is" I said smiling at this description. she knew him well.
some cushions looked a bit flat. I wondered if they has sex on them. maybe it was her fetish.
"sexy panther" leor flexed his arm at her holding the cushion.
like I wasnt even in the room her hand clutched his bulge in his pants.
that was a bold move, and a fast one, and it looked like she was squeezing it.
"control yourself sexy panther" she said turning from him to me and winking at me, then smiling at leor.
"you see what she does to me?" leor said towards me.
I really didnt know what to say as all this happened.
did they get turned on by me watching?
leor took off his black shirt. I was immediatly fixed on his body.
then he took off her shirt as well. cas was in a skin colored very sexy bra.
I was so shocked, and then she turned to me. "are you joining us, romantic heart?"
cas was right up to me. now her hand moved to my chest moving over my shirt on it.
leor walked two steps behind her and they were both laughing.
"look at his face!" leor said joking on me. this was one of his jokes on me?
her hand pinched my chin. "maybe later, right?" and she winked at me.
I just knew leor planned all of this. and that this was going to get wild!

 

[zimbaman]

At about 11:45 pm omri got up and out of the room.
He came back with olivia, they were very careful to be quiet.
I wanted to ask where her husband was right now? or why was he bringing her to our room?
omri closed and locked the door. olivia was wearing a black dress shirt and leggings.
I opened the bed light.
"hell'owe!" olivia said. I was sitting now on the edge of my bed.
"do you guys want me to leave?" I asked, knowing what she was here for.
olivia looked at omri who just said "no, you can go back to sleep, we will be quiet"
I was going to leave to the kitchen, but then I had the urge to save omri from his mistake.
"olivia, where is your husband? he is here?"
olivia put two fingers to the end of her mouth and made a sad face and closed her hand to make a bottle to her mouth. "ubriaco." and she flung her arms to the side, head back and tongue out to signify he is either sleeping drunk on the bed, or dead. I
"oh I see". how convenient, she got him sloshed drunk when they came back here.
anway, from the little interaction we had he was a douche not worthy of her.
"why did you marry him?" I said. omri was now sitting next to her, annoyed with my questions.
she was not here for that, it was clear.
olivia disregarded my question. her lips and hands were already on omri like superglue.
he was shirtless, and her hands were going to the same muscles I was massaging a few hours ago.
"ok so I will leave you two.."
olivia jumped out. "never, you go wake him up!"
that wasnt my intention, but she threw me to the bed in the most sexy way, but was very clear
she wasnt going to let me leave. she reached over to close the bed side light.
there was still light coming from the window.
they didnt care that I watch. maybe they wanted me to. what did omri say to her about me, that
she didnt mind me in the room?
olivia was naked when she sat on the bed, taking hold of omri's erection as he stood naked legs apart.
she could fit it half way, and then with her tongue licked the rest from the bottom all the way.
his erection was the length of her face, from her mouth on his balls, right up to the top of her forehead.
I was on the bed, silent, sitting with my back to the wall. the first time ever watching straight sex in person.
omri reached to her ribs, took hold of her body and lifted her so easily, flipping her so that his mouth
was between her legs, her arms flung down like a handstand to the floor, and his arms held her body,
her legs waving upwards and over his shoulder as he munched on that pussy, his tongue into it and around it. he lifted her a good meter off the ground and sideways into the bed. he waisted no time,
in seconds his arms were planted beside her body as he pushed into her. his incredible muscular ass
was catching the light from the window, squeezing with every movement, his massive beautiful legs spread on each side of her legs. they were sweaty, her tits were moving up with her body in the pace of omri moving into her.
all the time I had the question, why did he want me to see them? was it to say, listen Im straight? was it his fantasy, knowing that two people in the room both want him? was it her idea?
omri collapsed to the bed, munched some more on her aroused nipples, her tits were beautiful in the small light from outside, she was maybe a little high on something, maybe extatic from sex, maybe
a combination. he lay on his back, and she inserted herself onto his erection, and rode on top of him,
giving little jabs and grabs to his pecs, well they were so well built I did the same..
and then more questions. what about shelly? omri was so against cheating on her in the tent. two days later here he is, doing it to casually and easily, even when in one day she will be here with him.
why? was he tired of being almost a decade with the same girl? was olivia just too sexy to say no?
and she was married. looking at her pleasure now, she would probably divorce pretty soon.
the more I watched silent sitting on my bed, the more I was sad for his girlfriend, and her husband.
omri and olivia belonged together, it was clear. that kind of sex cant be a one time thing.
they would seek each other for more. and as soon as they could do it.
olivia moved into crouching between his legs, her tongue on his erect dick, going up it until omri just
came when her small fingers replaced her tongue on his erection, moving along the vein pushing it as much as it could towards his torso. omri grabbed his dick from there, with cum across his torso.
his arms brought her upwards, until his dick was rubbing between her tits, and more cum shot up.
I looked at the watch on my phone. it was half past one. a full hour of sex.
omri put on his shorts as olivia was already dressed back in her clothes. she winked at me.
they kissed at the door almost forgetting I was there, and she opened the lock and walked out.
omri got back on the bed holding his head. "shit, she was so amazing".
as he got up again to sitting position there was a small knock on our room again.