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A major software upgrade for our Latvian customer meant advance planning meetings were necessary, and I got to be part of the team that traveled to Riga, Latvia for two days of meetings. It also meant I would get the chance to see Andris and Inars again. The last time I saw Andris, he shot a load of his thick cum into my eager mouth. With this visit I was anticipating the possibility of more straight-guy adventures.

After the first day of meetings in Riga, our group of ten including Andris, Inars and myself went to the city center for classic Latvian food and of course Latvian drinks. After dinner the group split up, some of the locals went home and some of my colleagues went back to the hotel. Andris, Inars and I decided to have one more drink at a nearby bar.

Out in the street in the cool spring air Inars asked if I’d ever had a “tit massage”. I laughed.

“A tit massage?”

“Yeah, it’s great. You take your shirt off, but you have to leave your pants on. You lay on the table while a girl with really huge tits rubs them all over your body.”

“I’ve never heard of it. Are you sure you aren’t just making this up?”

“No. It’s true. Honest. My cousin works in a bar with many Russian girls that give a tit massage. Let’s go have a drink there.”

“I don’t know, I’m not really in the mood for a tit massage.”

“You don’t have to have one if you want, but come along for a drink before you decide.”

When traveling, I always like to take advantage of the local culture, but the thought of a girl rubbing her big tits all over me, didn’t do anything for me. However I couldn’t refuse the guys. They were trying to return the favor I had done for them in Fort Lauderdale, by showing them around for the day. They were also handsome, and this was sex we were talking about, albeit straight sex. So off to the tittie bar we went.

On the inside, the bar looked like any other drinking establishment. Rather small and dark, with a few dozen business men standing around and a parade of young ladies in provocative clothes circulating through the crowd. All the ladies seemed a little too young and a little too sleazy for the men in the bar.

Inars bought a round of drinks for us and we collected around a table off to the side so we could watch the ladies parade past. Eventually Inars’ cousin stopped at our table. Introductions revealed he was the manager, keeping an eye on the clientele and making sure the ladies circulated. He had one of the girls bring us more drinks and then profiled the girls for us – who was new, who had the best tits, which ones had too much attitude.

Occasionally the conversation slipped in to Latvian, but for the most part I got the details in English. Finally the cousin had to get back to work and we were left with our drinks. The ladies gave our table lots of attention, seems the word was out that we were friends of the management.

“So you see anything you like?” asked Inars.

“Isn’t a tit massage just an excuse for sex? I mean what’s to stop a guy from going all the way?”

“In the back there’s a guy posted outside each room. If the girl feels threatened, she lets out a scream and the guy comes in and beats the shit out of you. That’s why you need to keep your pants on.”

“Simple but effective.”

A plump young dark haired girl with a low cut dress stopped at our table and started up a conversation in simple English. Her tits were practically spilling out of her dress, probably due to a combination of cheap fabric and her outlandish pose. She was selling it, and the boys were definitely buying it. After another round of drinks and a little more conversation, the end result was an invitation for Andris to join her in a back room. She offered to send her sister and a friend over for Inars and myself, but I politely declined. Inars, also declined, offering instead to stay with me in the bar while Andris had his fun.

Relieved that I wouldn’t be left alone, or have to experience a tit massage, I thought about Andris’ hard cock and imagined it straining against his pants, wishing it was me instead of the Russian girl making him happy.

Inars brought me back to reality. “Why don’t we take a walk around. I’m getting tired of sitting here.”

“Sure, lead the way”

We took a tour through the bar. Inars was checking out the girls, while I secretly sized up the business men, a few of whom gave me long looks. Apparently they were horny enough to consider switching teams.

When we came to a door with a sign on it (something in Latvian, I assumed “Private”), Inars said “Let’s take a look in back. They’ll let us in. They know me here”. Not sure what lied on the other side of the door, I obediently followed along.

Through the door was a long dimly lit hallway, with doors all along one side. I assumed they must lead to the “massage” rooms, for there was a big guy at the end of the hallway, leaning up against a wall, obviously bored and fiddling with his cell phone. He and Inars exchanged a few words in Latvian. Then Inars turned to me “This is the room we want.”

I had no idea what he was talking about. I suddenly had this dreadful feeling that some girl with big tits would be on the other side, waiting to give us a “massage”. Instead we squeezed into a totally dark room, big enough for the two of us, but not much else. Inars shut the door behind us, and as my eyes adjusted I could see that one wall had a glass opening, looking into one of the massage rooms, in fact the room with Andris and the dark haired girl. It was probably a one way mirror we were looking through.

“Do they know we’re watching?”

“The girls don’t know about these rooms. My cousin showed them to me. They only use them if they’re having trouble with a girl or if somebody really important is getting a massage.”

We watched in silence. Andris was lying on his back on the table in the middle of the room. His shirt was off and I could his hairy chest, bring back memories of Fort Lauderdale. The girl had already taken her dress off and now was only wearing a lacy red pair of panties hugging every curve with plenty of ass spilling out. Her tits were as big as advertised, pendulous and heavy.

She leaned over Andris’ face. Her breasts suspended just over his out stretched lips. Her hand gently stroked his furry chest while she dangled first one nipple and then the other nipple just out of reach of his tongue. Finally she relented, allowing him to suckle each breast. She moved down the table, and then climbed on top, sitting on Andris’ crotch, facing him, lowering her moist tits down to his hairy chest, making sweeping motions against his skin while at the same time gently grinding her crotch into his.

“She’s really good” I heard Inars say.

“Yeah. It looks like Andris is really getting in to it.” As the girl continued her massage, the visible bulge in Andris’ pants became more obvious. We watched in silence as the massage continued. “The only problem with a tit massage is the end.”

“The end? What do you mean? What happens at the end?”

“Nothing, and that’s the problem.”

“I can imagine.”

“Andris told me you could help solve this problem.” I was momentarily confused, until Inars took my hand and placed it on his crotch, where I could clearly feel his huge hard cock.

The boys had set me up, or at least Inars had. This had all been planned. I was both embarrassed about what they might have said about me and excited about the unexpected turn of events.

I measured his cock through his trousers, feeling the length and girth and hardness. “You like it, no?” He asked.

“Yes, I like it.”

“Good. Now make me happy, like you did Andris, while I watch the massage.”

I kneeled down and faced Inars, feeling the sticky floor, knowing the most likely use of this room and the source of the scum. I reached up to unzip and unbuckle Inars pants. They dropped down to the floor, and I couldn’t see it, but knew from the heat and the smell that my face was inches away from cock.

I moved my face closer, bumping up against flimsy soft fabric and huge hard dick. I ran my face over the bulge, comparing it to my memories of him, and of Andris, searching for the tip and inevitable wet spot. My hands wandered over his fabric covered ass as I nibbled his lengthy dick. His hands forcing my face firmly into his crotch, his long hard shaft and big balls, while he watched the show in the next room.

“Eat my big dick. Eat me like you did Andris.”

I hungrily chewed while he ground up against me, suffocating me with his bulge. I managed to free his balls, letting them dangle out the side of his bikini. I engulfed them in my mouth, feeling their soft hairless skin, while his shaft remained trapped in his underwear pressed against my cheek. His cock had to be at least 10 inches. The head stuck out to his left hip. I focused on his big hefty balls. I could manage those. I wasn’t sure if I could manage that huge cock.

“Yeah.” Followed by something in Latvian. I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or commenting on the tit massage he was watching, but like Andris this straight guy had no trouble being serviced by another guy.

Apparently eager to move on, Inars tugged on his bikini, letting his lengthy shaft drop out and slap against my face. I started nibbling on the foreskin, cleaning him out, tasting him. I slowly worked his shaft further into my mouth, all the time playing with his smooth ass and balls. He plunged in further, then withdrew completely, plunging back in, giving both his dick and my mouth a workout.

After several minutes, Inars withdrew his dick, grabbed it at the base and started slapping it back and forth across my cheeks, leaving trails of spit and precum on my face. As he did this, he talked in Latvian, while focusing on the tit massage the Russian girl was giving to his coworker.

“The massage is almost done. Time to come to the end.”

He shoved the head of his dick back in my mouth while jacking the base of the long shaft. If not for me, his load was about to join the others previously dumped on the floor. Instead he was getting ready to drop his hot load into my cum hungry mouth. I sucked and swirled my tongued around his cock head, begging for his load. And then it started, first one small powerful blast, and then blast after blast of hot thick cum, landing in my mouth and dribbling down my chin. I licked the head of his cock, causing him to jump back, apparently too sensitive for contact. I swallowed and savored the straight boy Latvian load, satisfied by my servicing. My own rock hard cock, trapped in my clothes, in need of attention that would have to wait for later.

I slipped his cock and balls back into his bikini, and rubbed my lips against his cock one last time before attempting to rise from the sticky floor in the cramped room. Inars refastened his pants as I glanced in the other room, watching the Russian girl and Andris getting dressed. Apparently we finished just in time. Inars opened the door to the hallway. “Go right” and we hurried down the hall to the door leading back to the bar.

As we emerged, Inars’ cousin saw us and gave us a wink and a nod from the bar. Inars returned the gesture with a smile. We weren’t standing there more than a minute when Andris emerged from the same door.

“Thanks for waiting. I hope you were not bored.”

“No, we managed to have some fun of our own.” Inars replied with a smile.

“It’s been a long day, shall we go?” asked Andris. We nodded in agreement and headed for the door.

As we walked back through the city center, we stopped at a busy intersection. “I go this way to get home” Inars said and motioned to the left.

“I’ll take you this way, back to your hotel” Andris said to me.

“OK. Thanks for the evening, the dinner, drinks and everything. I’ll see you at the office tomorrow.” A long handshake and a goodbye and Inars tuned, walking away.

“This way to your hotel” Andris motioned and started crossing the street.

A half a block later, with the hotel in sight, Andris spoke. “I was thinking. My apartment is so far away, and your hotel is so close to the office.” We both started laughing. “I will stay on my side of the bed.”

“You might, but I won’t” I managed to reply through the laughs.

Apparently the night wasn’t over yet. I had one more Latvian straight cock to attend to.

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