I always love watching her nude body move. There’s something magical about the curves of her body, and the line that runs from one to the next--from...her chin down her long throat, her chest and finally her breasts. Then her ribs and flat, flat stomach flowing into the thin strip of pubic hair. The line of her spine running down to her ass and hips, curving around and then down to those legs. All that amazing skin. At times I thought myself way too lucky to be banging (and in love with) someone. Frank was an English businessman and like me on his last night in Budapest. He was a little bit younger than me and very gay. He was a bit smaller and boyish. He had a nice open face and personality. I am six foot tall and broad-shouldered and pretty fit for my age. Our communication was immediately intimate. Frank told me about the very gay lifestyle he was leading back in his home city in the UK. He had been in a couple of relationships. However he told me he was suffering from the “new cock. ” He supposed the voice belonged to the hands washing his hair.“Lucian,” he mumbled. The fingers massaged his skull; it felt good.“So thick and curly,” the girl said. “You have lovely hair.”He didn’t respond, having heard the compliment often before, usually accompanied by the line ‘like a girl’s.’ Keeping his eyes shut he sank deeper into the chair’s cool leather. One by one his muscles relaxed; all sounds seemed to drown in the gurgling water.The hands started massaging the shampoo in, before. He sat back down in his boxers, I could tell he was already almost hard, his head almost poking out of the bottom of his boxers and straining like crazy in the fabric."Go on...take my big black cock out and get to work." He said.I leaned forward and grabbed his waistband, pulling his boxers down to reveal that fat, and thick, black cock so heavy it drifted between his legs. I immediately wrapped my hand around his shaft and gripped his cock to hold it in place, sticking my tongue out and.