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Please forgive me the errors. English is not my native language.

Together with an older colleague, I would fly to Hungary for my first foreign business trip to visit a factory there. But two days before departure that colleague reported ill. My first thought was that we were thus postponing the trip, but our team leader from the univerisity thought differently about it; I had to go alone. A day long I was drilled in what to do and where I should look for. After all, the flight was already booked, the hotel and the visit to the factory were arranged. I only had to show the taxi driver the printed address where I was going, and then I would get there. I did not have a credit card so I took more than enough euros with me to be sure. It was going to be an unforgettable trip.

The factory was a one and a half hour drive west of Budapest. The visit to the factory went well. They were very nice young people who answer all my questions and showed me everything I asked for. That afternoon back in the taxi to Budapest I started immediately with the inspection report in which I assessed the modern factory positively. I was tired of the long day work and closed my laptop. I would finish the report later that evening and sent it to the Netherlands. Sitting next to the taxi driver I enjoyed the scenery when he spoke to me in English. Initially, the conversation went about Hungary and the Netherlands, but in time he showed that in addition to his job as a taxi driver had another source of income. He knew the hotel he was taking me and offered to  arrange 'a young girl' for me there. I was surprised and hesitated probably just a bit too long before friendly rejecting his offer. Therefore he smelled an opportunity and kept on trying, so I felt compelled to tell him that I like boys. I was hoping the driver would leave me alone now, and that worked for a moment, but he did not give up yet. "I will see what I can do for you, no problem." Again I rejected friendly and said I was too tired and wanted to use the evening to see a bit of the city. I thought I convinced him and stared the rest of the ride in silence outside while the driver was making phone calls.

In the evening, after diner, I finished my report and sent it by email. I was just about to go into the city when the room phone rang. It was the hotel reception who said there was a visitor for me. I thought that somebody made a mistake or else that it must be someone from the company I visited that afternoon , I knew no one else there, and asked the receptionist to forward the person to my room. That gave me some time to fix my clothes quickly and clean up the papers and laptop from the table. When there was a knock on the door and I opened it, there was a neat boy with half long hair down to his blue eyes that called my name. I thought that he was the room service from the hotel and looked over his shoulder behind him in the hallway to my expected guest, when he said in broken English that he had been ordered to report to me in the hotel. I was surprised and stared at the cute boy speechless when I shook his outstretched hand. He seemed so young for someone from the company, but he could have been the son of the young manager. Little did I know. A bit confused I stepped aside. When he entered the room and I saw a small diamond-like eardrop and his remarkably beautiful plucked eyebrows it dawned on me that this could also be something that was still controlled by the taxi driver. Although that seemed not very likely to me as well. After all, we had nothing agreed. In addition, the boy was simply too young and too beautiful for that. I valued him at most 18 years old. No wrinkle on his smooth face, a few black downy hairs as starting goatee on his chin. He wore a soft thin leather jacket, a white shirt and a sleek black pants that showed his slim body shapes wonderful. When we sat down in the armchairs by the window it was still not clear exactly what he was coming for. Although I did get slowly a dark suspicion when he said I was much younger than he had expected. All kind of thoughts rushed through my mind.

Steven, as he called himself, was quiet, relaxed and friendly and looked seriously. In retrospect I can now say that he looked professional, or at least made an attempt to come across as. I offered him something to drink and while I was busy pouring it became clear to me what his intension was. Steven began with the enumeration of the possibilities and the corresponding prices. With me still prevailed a sense of disbelief and amazement I listened breathlessly. Until he inquired what my wishes were. With strained eyes, he looked at me. He must have noticed my confusion. Maybe he was worried he didn’t live up to my expectations? Was I going to send him away? On that he need not have worried. Even in my wildest dreams I could not imagine a prince like him . A real prince for sale ... In an effort to come over decisively I went without negotiating and agreed with what he proposed. It was not really cheap but I had enough cash on me. He would keep me two hours company in which I could do everything (provided safe) with him what I wanted. If at that time somebody would come storming in the room saying that I was on candid camera, I would have been able to maintain with conviction that I did not believe what was going on and had played along the game. It was simply too good to be true.

I pulled out the agreed amount from my wallet and put it in front of him on the table. There was no turning back now. For the first time in my life I had paid for sex and it felt strange and exciting. Steven smiled briefly, took off his jacket and put his shoulder bag, which I had not previously noticed, on the nightstand. Then when he came back to me with hands reaching, I stood up and we closed in each other's arms. For minutes we were kissing in the middle of the room. We both liked kissing. I'm a little bigger than him and immediately I felt the pressure building up in my trousers when our hands gently slid over each other's clothes and I breathed in the scent of his hair. After caressing his upper body I put my hands on his thighs and pulled him against me. 'You're mine now' flashed through my head, 'I paid for you.' But still I could not believe that I could do what all I wanted, though I did hear him say that. When Steven himself began to unbutton his white shirt I interrupted him: "Can I undress you?" I asked with more excitement than my intention was. Steven smiled and confirmed once again that he was all mine. He probably had long realized that this was going to be an easy evening for him, and I want myself to believe that he perhaps liked me too.  He gave me at least that idea.

After I opened his shirt his beautiful smooth tanned chest and abdomen were visible. So beautiful and young athletic tight. The stunning lines which were pulled by the muscles in his thin skin. Unbelievable. I massaged his chest and played with his nipples. And when we kissed firmly again, I unstrapped his belt and  buttons of his trousers. Steven had brought his hands up to my neck and ruffled my hair. After I'd managed to open his pants I directed him back to the bed. Took off his white shirt, pulled the pants on his knees, and let him declined transversely on the bed in his fashionable briefs. Clearly now the contour of an erection beneath the taut fabric of his briefs could be seen. So nice to see that the boy also enjoyed what we were doing. Another thing that immediately struck me were his slightly hairy legs. Apart from some light armpit hair, his upper body was completely smooth and hairless, strikingly contrasted with the slightly hairy legs. While the boy was lying on the bed, I pulled off his shoes and pants one by one to hang them neatly on a chair while looking at his beautiful young body. Apart from a scar right below on his belly, of what was probably an appendix operation, it was a purely natural untouched beauty in the prime of life. I had taken off my shirt too and hung on a chair and kneeled next to the boy on the bed. I did not have the patience to undress myself completely; the beautiful body ogled.

Cheeky I stroked the bulge in his briefs and felt immediately why it had looked so well filled: the boy was wearing a cock ring. I leaned toward him to kiss again. I could not get enough. Again I stroked his smooth skin and massaged the stiff cock under the thin fabric. Steven made a clumsy attempt to unbutton my pants, but my attention was focused on something else: I wanted to see what he had in his briefs. With two hands I lifted off the last piece of fabric over his legs to drop it next to the bed. The boy wore a wide silver cock ring that pushed his straight uncircumcised cock and hairless scrotum forward. His thin pubic hair and slender cock betrayed his young age. "You are beautiful" I whispered, and we kissed again while I slowly massaged his cock and squeezed his balls. It can’t possibly have taken a long time before I moved my head, kissing on his chest and abdomen, downwards to suck his young uncircumcised cock. The maximum hard excited light purple glans and also the reaction of the rest of his body made it clear that he enjoyed it. This was certainly not a heterosexual boy who did it all for the money  Slowly I blew his cock while my hands eagerly stroking his ribs and smooth muscles under his soft skin.

Steven came, no matter how hard he fought against it. Once I had found the right pace and my pursed together lips slid over the delicate edge of his glans, there was no escape to it. White semen splashed on his tanned belly and while he was panting I quickly got undressed. I had not paid the boy to spoil him. Steven followed every move I made, and when he saw in my boxers what was to come towards him, he rolled over to the nightstand to pack his bag. And even before I had taken off my socks and boxers and laid them on the chair, he had torn a condom out of the wrapper. Steven then crawled to the edge of the bed to take my erection in his mouth. With "good boy" I encouraged him and stroked his hair. Steven cooed satisfaction. Apparently he liked my cock. And I enjoyed what he did with his mouth, but I wanted more. After all, I was told I could do all I wanted. I reached over him, kneading his soft rounded buttocks apart and massaged his anus with my finger. Steven understood my intention, stopped blowing  and rolled the condom with his swift slender hands routinely on my hard cock. He took some lube from a bottle, which he then gave to me, went on his stomach on the bed soaping his own his ass with the lubricant. Looking over his shoulder he could see how I lavishly smeared the condom on my cock with lubricant. We were both ready for it.

Steven kept his legs together so I had to kneel over. If this is a sign of experience I do not know. My bedpartners always spread their legs to make access easier. Steven chose not to do so. I aligned my cock for his ass, left some spit drop on it for extra lubrication and pressed slowly forward so that his young flesh was spread. Steven mumbled sighing some Hungarian words for courage. He was clearly not easy. As I massaged his back and shoulders I felt Steven relaxing as I slid inside him inch by inch. I got the impression that he had less experience than he wanted me to believe and eventually he had to sit on his knees to receive my cock completely. Steven now set the pace by moving his hips like a slut forward and backward. Drawing on his thighs I pressed my dick mercilessly deep in his ass. Steven moaned so I felt compelled to take a break. I forced his upper body upright so I could kiss him over his shoulder and making it possible for me to grab his stabbing cock. Steven begged softly "yes, yes" while I fucked him in leisurely pace from behind. This could not last long enough for me. I wanted to look at his face and see the reaction when I would come in him so I commanded Steven to turn around to lie down on his back. With his legs up in my arms, I again and again pressed my hard cock deep into his young body. Steven was lying with his head back and while I fucked him, he masturbated his own erection in the same rhythm. For a moment I entertain the idea to quickly take off the condom and spraying my sperm over his body. But I chose to fill up the condom while my cock was still in his delicious ass.

Extinguished I was lay next to him. I was so grateful to him and loved him. After another while kissing Steven turned in a 69 position kneeling over me and removed the condom. It took a short while until Steven got my cock in full erection again by spoiling it orally and massaging. Initially I was stretched out on my back, but could not resist the allurement of the conspired scrotum by the cock ring. I simply had to suck and lick them and after that went rimming his wet boy pussy. I pushed my pointed tongue inside him as far as possible. Steven wiggled his bottom in excitement. I was so focused doing with this that I had not seen Steven taking a new condom out of the package. I just noticed it when he rolled off the condom on my cock. For a moment I thought Steven was going to blow me with a condom. But when my protected cock was smeared with lubricant and Steven also lubricated his anus it came clear to me he had something else in mind. Steven stood straddling on his knees over me, with his back towards me, directing my cock up between his legs and the next moment he was riding my cock. Supporting himself with one arm on the mattress he moved up and down in a hopping motion rhythmically. Both Steven and I groaned and sighed. I helped him by pushing him up with both hands on his ass. It was clear that Steven enjoyed having a cock in his ass. And he was paid for it. He was unable to make me cum for a second time so short after the first one. With my arms around him I pulled him back on me so I could gratefully kiss him over his shoulder. With my cock still inside him I rubbed his dick until he came for a second time.

I asked Steven to stay with me for the night, but that was not possible. He had to go to school in the morning. There was still some time left so Steven suggested to shower together. Obediently we walked into the bathroom where he found a plastic cover to keep his hair dry. Apparently he knew his way around in hotels better than me. Together we stepped under the warm running water and again my eager hands slid over his now wet slippery body. With one hand I rubbed our two erections together. Steven washed my upper body in massage-like movements and I washed him. Pulled his foreskin back as far as possible and cleansed the sensitive glans edge with rolling movement of my fingers. His family jewels with cock ring weighed lovely in my hand. Then suddenly he turned around pushing his buttocks to me. The message was clear, If I wanted to I could penetrate him without a condom. But I did not. Instead I held him tightly against me and gratefully kissed his shoulder and his neck. We stood like this for minutes. Then his mobile phone rang. The time was up. Steven had to go. We both took a towel and dried our self in silence. I watched Steven standing urinated in the toilet bowl. Never thought that looking at something like this I could find so horny. We went back to the room to get dressed. Or rather, Steven got dressed as I watched in my boxer short. I asked him where I could reach him a next time. On the back of a small business card he wrote down his private phone number which he gave me when we kissed goodbye and he  disappeared  into the corridor. I saw him for the last time crossing the street in front of the hotel stepping into a waiting taxi. He didn’t look up. The card with phone number I keep as a precious asset and mementos.