Hi guys, it's Jake again. You know, the college junior, on the water polo team. I had previously written about my slow emergence in my lust for men in my last two entries where I told you about my roommates. well I decided it was time that I told you the story about how I finally got the courage to actually go further with a man. I know how dramatic an intro to the story but this was a big step for me.
It all started when I decided to go to Europe for my spring break. Everyone else was heading to Cancun and Miami but I decided to take advantage of the cheap air fair to finally go see europe for the first time. Europe was to be a liberating place for me. I mean Paolo and Mike had seemed so at ease walking around nude in front of me that I wanted to see more guys in the buff. It was to be a trip to remember and so I had the plan to hit up all the hot spots. Well as much as 10 days allowed, so at three days each that would allow me to see 3 cities. Well Amsterdam definitely, Paris of course and Barcelona, ok.
On my arrival to Amsterdam I was immediately alerted that I was no longer in Kansas anymore. The people seemed so care free and the old world charm was a pleasant contrast to what I was accustomed to in the states. The first thing I did after getting a drink at a local bar was to check into my hostel. I liked the idea of meeting new people so I really wasn't going to let the horror stories of the hostels scare me away.
I stayed in a room that could house 8 guys. however due to the time of year only three other men were there. An old guy around 50 and two 18 year old twins. No one was attractive or appealing to me in anyway so this leg was to be about the city. All in all Amsterdam was a lot of fun but I won't bore you with those details on to Paris.
In Paris my hostel was a ways out of the city but it was still close enough to experience the atmosphere. I spent my first day site seeing and then the night just chilling with the guest at the hostel.
My second day in Paris was when I met Arri. Arri was Egyptian and the father of two. He was 38 years old and had the body of a body builder. Arri and I met at a gym that catered to guest at the hostel as well as the hotel next door. He was staying at the hotel as he was in Paris for a major global economics conference. It was a simple case of we were in the same place at the same time and he needed a spotter for his reps. At first I didn't think much of him because he was old enough to be my father but as we kept working I started to notice his features a bit more and the more we worked the more I noticed
His features were definitely that of a modern middle eastern Arabic man. However his size was much more that of a bouncer at a night club than someone who worked in the ministry of finance. He had a well kept goatee and his hair was cut shot in a businesslike manner that screamed the fact that he may have been tuned to more western customs.
For his work out he wore long thick cotton warm up pants and a baggy hoody to match hiding the actual cut of his body. I could only tell he was muscular from his size and frame but not by his definition. That kind of disappointed me to be honest but the one thing that kept bringing me back were his beautiful hazel/green eyes. I had never seen them before. A center of hazel with a green perimeter and though I had had many compliments about my eyes throughout my life this guy's were definitely more impressive.
Anyway after our work Arri insisted that we take the time to stretch out. Now it's not my usually my routine but hey this guy seemed cool, like a father figure who knew best. Don't get me wrong I love my dad but I was away from home in europe for the first time and Arri was really making me feel protected. From what? I don't know. Anyway while we stretched we talked about our lives, our families. and careers. This was when I learned that he had been raised in egypt but went to high school and university in London. He was the father of two kids a boy and a girl and that his wife was actually 6 months pregnant with their third. Arri also told me that he used to be a wrestler and that was the reason for his size. He like all of the disciplines in wrestling but loved Greco Roman the best. He had even competed at the Olympics for his country and his success there had helped him move his way through the government.
Now my younger brother is a wrestler and so would I had I not loved Water Polo so much. I mean come on what is Water Polo but wrestling in the water so I asked Arri to spar with me on the mat. Now yeah the guy was huge and would probably crush me but to me it would be like if I was sparring with my dad. He would let me win , right? Well after refreshing my mind about a few of the basic grips and holds we had three rounds of fights. I have to admit being so close to him was one of the most intoxicating experiences of my life. Here at first I was thinking of him as my father and now his sweat was making my balls tingle.
After a while we got into a position that in sex would be the missionary position. With my back firmly pressed against the mat, Arri wedged between my thighs and my legs wrapped tightly around Arrii's torso, I could feel the friction of his heavy balls rubbing up against mines sending pulse after pulse of blood to my dick. "Oh no! Not now" I was getting hard while I wrestled a complete stranger. I looked up in fear and his beautiful eyes looked into mine and then his lips curled into a smile.
"Don't worry about it, it happens all the time"
As the words left his lips I felt completely at ease. He simply dismissed it got up and then helped me up. This man was really cool and in the short time I was with him on the mat I grew to respect him for how he handled the situation.
"Come on up to my room Jake, we can order room service. I know you college kids have no money to eat." I laughed at the truth in his statement.
"Well I was supposed to hang out with these guys I met at the hostel but a meal is a meal" I guess a part of me just felt safe with Arri. He had a wife whom he love, two kids who he adored and a little one on the way. He was a cool family man and for today he was my cool dad.
"When we get up to the room I can show you how we used to wrestle when I was young, greco roman style, no rules or limitations" He started to laugh at the mock look of horror on my face.
"Bring it on old man" I remember thinking that I was going to have fun with Arri tonight but little did I know what kind of fun I was to have.
To be continued if you want more...
To cat up on the first 2 episodes if you missed it
Episode 1
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Episode 2
It all started when I decided to go to Europe for my spring break. Everyone else was heading to Cancun and Miami but I decided to take advantage of the cheap air fair to finally go see europe for the first time. Europe was to be a liberating place for me. I mean Paolo and Mike had seemed so at ease walking around nude in front of me that I wanted to see more guys in the buff. It was to be a trip to remember and so I had the plan to hit up all the hot spots. Well as much as 10 days allowed, so at three days each that would allow me to see 3 cities. Well Amsterdam definitely, Paris of course and Barcelona, ok.
On my arrival to Amsterdam I was immediately alerted that I was no longer in Kansas anymore. The people seemed so care free and the old world charm was a pleasant contrast to what I was accustomed to in the states. The first thing I did after getting a drink at a local bar was to check into my hostel. I liked the idea of meeting new people so I really wasn't going to let the horror stories of the hostels scare me away.
I stayed in a room that could house 8 guys. however due to the time of year only three other men were there. An old guy around 50 and two 18 year old twins. No one was attractive or appealing to me in anyway so this leg was to be about the city. All in all Amsterdam was a lot of fun but I won't bore you with those details on to Paris.
In Paris my hostel was a ways out of the city but it was still close enough to experience the atmosphere. I spent my first day site seeing and then the night just chilling with the guest at the hostel.
My second day in Paris was when I met Arri. Arri was Egyptian and the father of two. He was 38 years old and had the body of a body builder. Arri and I met at a gym that catered to guest at the hostel as well as the hotel next door. He was staying at the hotel as he was in Paris for a major global economics conference. It was a simple case of we were in the same place at the same time and he needed a spotter for his reps. At first I didn't think much of him because he was old enough to be my father but as we kept working I started to notice his features a bit more and the more we worked the more I noticed
His features were definitely that of a modern middle eastern Arabic man. However his size was much more that of a bouncer at a night club than someone who worked in the ministry of finance. He had a well kept goatee and his hair was cut shot in a businesslike manner that screamed the fact that he may have been tuned to more western customs.
For his work out he wore long thick cotton warm up pants and a baggy hoody to match hiding the actual cut of his body. I could only tell he was muscular from his size and frame but not by his definition. That kind of disappointed me to be honest but the one thing that kept bringing me back were his beautiful hazel/green eyes. I had never seen them before. A center of hazel with a green perimeter and though I had had many compliments about my eyes throughout my life this guy's were definitely more impressive.
Anyway after our work Arri insisted that we take the time to stretch out. Now it's not my usually my routine but hey this guy seemed cool, like a father figure who knew best. Don't get me wrong I love my dad but I was away from home in europe for the first time and Arri was really making me feel protected. From what? I don't know. Anyway while we stretched we talked about our lives, our families. and careers. This was when I learned that he had been raised in egypt but went to high school and university in London. He was the father of two kids a boy and a girl and that his wife was actually 6 months pregnant with their third. Arri also told me that he used to be a wrestler and that was the reason for his size. He like all of the disciplines in wrestling but loved Greco Roman the best. He had even competed at the Olympics for his country and his success there had helped him move his way through the government.
Now my younger brother is a wrestler and so would I had I not loved Water Polo so much. I mean come on what is Water Polo but wrestling in the water so I asked Arri to spar with me on the mat. Now yeah the guy was huge and would probably crush me but to me it would be like if I was sparring with my dad. He would let me win , right? Well after refreshing my mind about a few of the basic grips and holds we had three rounds of fights. I have to admit being so close to him was one of the most intoxicating experiences of my life. Here at first I was thinking of him as my father and now his sweat was making my balls tingle.
After a while we got into a position that in sex would be the missionary position. With my back firmly pressed against the mat, Arri wedged between my thighs and my legs wrapped tightly around Arrii's torso, I could feel the friction of his heavy balls rubbing up against mines sending pulse after pulse of blood to my dick. "Oh no! Not now" I was getting hard while I wrestled a complete stranger. I looked up in fear and his beautiful eyes looked into mine and then his lips curled into a smile.
"Don't worry about it, it happens all the time"
As the words left his lips I felt completely at ease. He simply dismissed it got up and then helped me up. This man was really cool and in the short time I was with him on the mat I grew to respect him for how he handled the situation.
"Come on up to my room Jake, we can order room service. I know you college kids have no money to eat." I laughed at the truth in his statement.
"Well I was supposed to hang out with these guys I met at the hostel but a meal is a meal" I guess a part of me just felt safe with Arri. He had a wife whom he love, two kids who he adored and a little one on the way. He was a cool family man and for today he was my cool dad.
"When we get up to the room I can show you how we used to wrestle when I was young, greco roman style, no rules or limitations" He started to laugh at the mock look of horror on my face.
"Bring it on old man" I remember thinking that I was going to have fun with Arri tonight but little did I know what kind of fun I was to have.
To be continued if you want more...
To cat up on the first 2 episodes if you missed it
Episode 1
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Episode 2
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