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This story is an actual event which took place in summer 2009.
At age 23, I was still new to the gay/bisexual community. After I graduated college in 2007, I still wasn't sure what I wanted from myself, much less others, all I knew was that I was moving to Europe; Germany to be specific. A chance to reinvent myself, a chance to really discover what lay beneath. A recent college grad, I got a job teaching English in Germany and set out on new discoveries, people and places. Sure I wanted to improve my German, travel and meet new people; but I wanted to meet guys far enough away from home to be safe. What could be further than an ocean?
It took me a while, but once I got settled, I became extremely comfortable in my adopted homeland. I was really enjoying life for the first time. I was a brand new person with nothing of the past to really hold me back. I got into the knack of teaching, met new friends (other Americans included) and learned all about this city of 300,000. I had suspected that I was at least bi since high school; shame and fear kept me from acting out on the objects of my desire; except for a friend in high school. That, however, is a different story. However, by the time I was in my early 20's it was painfully obvious what I wanted. College boys thrilled me, but I kept my cool, pretending not to notice their sultry bodies at the gym. The worst was my hot roommate; the forbidden fruit-the one I never got to experience. Now, years later at 23, it was even worse living on the Dutch/German border. Tall Europeans with lean frames decorated with muscle, nice sandy blonde hair and sharp features. Several of my students (I taught young adults 19-30) were quite attractive too but I had to keep the flirting to a minimum; after all, I had a reputation to protect. By the beginning of 2009 I was out to the important people in my life and having no regrets about how I played it, began to embrace my sexuality and meet people.
Through a website, I met a friend who would introduce to me the gay scene in the city where I lived. An hour from Cologne (gay capital of Europe), the city had surprisingly little to offer in terms of gay life. But, we made do. My fried Dirk, 29, an attractive lawyer who loved Americans and their accents offered to show the way. He had a boyfriend and was off limits, and I was ok with that. We were better off as friends and I enjoyed his friendship too much anyway. Throughout my life I was the chubby, ugly duckling. It seems though hitting my early 20's and living in Europe was doing wonders for my physique. With the help of an €80 a month gym habit, my purchase of a bike, my sensible German dietary habits and work related stress, I was finally beginning to look good. I finally realized that I had sharp facial features, a solid body structure (complete with broad shoulders) with musculature (but not too much) and sandy brown hair. My eyes have the tendency to change from brown to green and get their fair share of compliments. From time to time I would catch people checking me out as I walked through the streets. Although fluent in German, my cute American accent gave me away pretty quickly; this was an especially good trait when trying to pick up cute German guys.
One warm Saturday afternoon in May I got a phone call from Dirk wanting to know if I was interested in attending the gay party at one of the local discos. Seeing as it had been a while since I had danced or gotten any action; I agreed. I wasn't expecting to meet anyone. It was normal for me to go with Dirk, get drunk, dance and grind a bit and then call it quits at around four or so and taxi home. Walking up the 69 stairs to my apartment was the best part of the evening. :)
However, Dirk had something different in mind. He wanted to pre-party with some friends of his at his place. So, I agreed to show up at eight o'clock sharp to meet these two guys he knew. I showered and shaved, did the necessary grooming and spritzed up on cologne while dancing to my party mix which usually included "Electric Feel" by MGMT. Dirk lived only five minutes from my flat so getting there on time wasn't a big deal. When I walked into his place, the booze was already flowing. Dirk introduced me to his two friends Tobi & Michael (pronounced in the European Mich-ay-el). Michael wasn't my type at all, too gay, too much wax in the hair and I'm pretty sure I saw some glitter somewhere; could have been his personality. He was nice enough and kept trying to hit on me, but eventually he got the hint that I wasn't that interested.
Tobi however, was something different. Standing at about 175cm (5'9 or so) he was a cutie. Not my usual flair. He had flowing brown hair to his shoulders, some piercings, including a lip & brow pierce and a goatee. It was strange because normally I'm not attracted to guys like that. I'm pretty clean cut and go for the business "bring `em home to Mom kind" but he was different. Having spent a year in Chicago as an Aupair, he was ready to speak English and had a cute accent that I enjoyed listening to. We talked for a while and spoke about a variety of things while Dirk kept bringing around drinks. Soon enough it was eleven and time to head out to the bar. We picked up a pack of smokes (nothing says drunk like social smokers) and tried our best not to loose our buzz.
As always, the club was balls to the wall packed. Living in an "Uni-Stadt" or a college town meant a lot of mo's out there and their friends, not to mention the silly group of lesbians, but I digress. We paid the outrageous fees, made our way to the bar, got some drinks and headed to the dance floor. Thankfully, I do not have the curse of the white man and am not afraid to dance. I love dancing and the Europeans don't care either way. If it's a good song, you get out and dance.
Twenty minutes on the floor Dirk comes up to me and says "Tobi was asking about you, whether you're single and stuff. What do you think about him?" It was kind of hard to hear him on the crowded and hot dance floor, but I knew what he said. I acted liked I didn't. "What did you say?" I yelled. I hadn't quite processed that maybe, just maybe, this guy was into me. Sure, I was looking decent these days, but guys didn't just ask about me. Dirk repeated himself and I tried acting nonchalant about the whole thing. "He's cute, don't you think? If you like that whole piercing thing..." Dirk said. Wait a second, this guy isn't my type at all! Then I remembered, he was studying to become a special ed teacher. Honestly, who doesn't fall for that? Suddenly I was super attracted to him. I scanned the room, looking for him. The last time I saw him; he was rubbing his ass on my thigh as we danced to some beat. It wasn't a shocker, this was after all a gay bar and every one danced on every one.
As if a director somewhere was holding a cue card, someone tapped on my shoulder. I turn around and I see Tobi smiling at me. He hands me a beer and yells in German "I noticed your beer was empty, I thought you'd like a refill." Thanking him I responded: "Und jetzt reden wir auf deutsch?" (And now we're talking in German?) . "Yes" he said, "my English tends to get bad when I'm talking to cute Americans." I could have died at that moment. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks and I'm sure you could tell in that dimly lit room I had turned a fine shade of garnet.
Throughout the next few hours, we danced our asses off. Sometimes I'd dance with Dirk, sometimes with Tobi and had a great time. Tobi would grind on me, sometimes quite noticeably and then walk away. Dirk rushed to my side "So what do you think?" Are you going to hook up tonight?" I acted like I was shocked and appalled. "What!" Me? Never!" One night stands are totally not my thing. But then I remembered, this is the "new" me. The more confident, adventurous me. Its not the end of the world, just sex and maybe, just maybe more.
It was approaching two in the morning when Tobi grabs my hand and ushers me on stage. I had always been super hesitant to go on stage, just in case a student of mine was in the crowd. Nothing spreads like wildfire than gossip that your American English teacher was dancing on stage at the gay bar. I did some translation work for companies and could only imagine the looks I would have received. Pumped full of liquid courage I followed him and was grinding on his ass like never before. We were getting hot and heavy when suddenly; Tobi turns around, puts his hands on my hip and neck and attacks me full on with his lips.
It was totally hot. Here I was making out with this guy I wouldn't have considered eight hours ago in front of a hundred, dancing, sweating guys. We went at it for what seemed like an eternity. The next hour was spent dancing, grinding and making out. Dirk pulls me aside again and asks "So, are you going to seal the deal?" (I had always wondered where he learnt these exceptional English phrases...). I decided, with the help of my beer that I was. After another ten minutes of making out, I ask, albeit somewhat clumsily: "You know, you could come over to my place if you want." He looks at me and just nods his head and smiles. We danced for another five minutes when Tobi says "I'm tired, let's go back to your place."
Moment of truth. We walked down to the taxi stand and hailed a cab to my flat, only five minutes away. I wonder what the cab driver most have thought, two young guys in the back seat of his cab coming out of the gay bar together. We got to my place and mounted the 69 stairs up to my fourth floor flat; stopping on the 2nd floor to make out. It was a humid night out and after a night of dancing, I was eager to remove the layer of beer and grime that had accumulated on my clothes and skin. Unfortunately, I had a small bath tub with nozzle head for a shower head; so two at a time would have been a bit much.
I offered Tobi some loose soccer style running shorts I had and pointed him in the direction of my bathroom. "You have to be clean in your dirty place" I said in English to him. I'm not sure if he got 100% of what I said, but he got the message. While he showered, I got the bed ready. I slept in a twin, but had a pull out futon for guests (and thankfully, this purpose too). He came out and I jumped quickly in the shower, suddenly unsure of myself.
When I came out of the shower, in shorts like the kind he had and a towel to my hair, he was looking at some photographs I had on the walls. I'm an avid traveler and love to see my photos on the walls. After a 15 second explanation, I wrapped my arms around his taunt waist, looked him in the eye and pushed my supple lips to his. This was my first one-night-stand and I wanted it to go the way I wanted it to. I ran my hand down to his ass and noticed a nice, firm bubble ready to be grabbed. I moved us to the bed and cut the lights. It was nearly a full moon that night and it shone brightly through my window. Had the neighbors across the street looked into my window, I'm sure they would have enjoyed a show.
We took turns trying to dominate one another, me on top, then him. His beard scratched me but I barely took notice as his hands explored my body. His fingers running through my hair, massaging my back and moving its way slowly to my hips. After a few minutes, he found his elusive prize through the fabric of my shorts. Straining to breech the fabric was my seven inch cock, aching for deliverance. His tugging hands indicated a readiness to move to the next level, but I wanted this on my terms. I nearly flipped Tobi on his back and he smiled, some like it rough, I surmised. I took this opportunity to evaluate the specimen before me. He was fit, not too skinny, not flabby, just enough of everything. Basking in the moonlight, I could see his features along with a few tattoos that had been hidden from his skater-like clothes; including a tattoo around his navel. From the tent in my shorts, I could see he was also packing a considerable package.
I ran my hands up and down his torso, moving down to his abdomen and massaging his pulsating dick through the fabric. Tobi groaned from pleasure. I enjoy smells and put my nose directly to cock. I could smell the pheromones being released from his hardness. I continued my discovery of his body with my lips. Starting at his full-bodied lips, I worked my way down kissing as many crevices and focal points as I could. This drove him absolutely wild. Like a buck in a stall, he squirmed. His hands made their way to my back and torso playing with my nipples. Using one hand to support myself above him I worked my tongue to his navel and plotting a direction southward. My other hand massaged his dick through the shorts; I could feel that all-too familiar moisture forming through the cloth.
Notwithstanding my own lust and desire, I decided it was time. Sensing my readiness, Tobi lifted his ass so I could slide the shorts down. With an audible thwack, his cock hit his stomach. Upon me was a beautiful seven to eight inch uncut dick with a tasty sac below. I took my hand to his dick and massaged the tip and shaft, running my fingers up and down the fine veins. He moaned in ecstasy as I proceeded to become acquainted with this masterpiece. In one fell swoop, I took my prey. As if they had their own mind, my lips attacked his cock like a ravenous beast. My tongue ran up and down the sides of his cock, I could feel blood pulsating through his members. I love sucking a man's dick and Tobi's gave me the carnal pleasure I craved. I did my best to allow the beast to pass through my throat and it gagged me at first. After a few attempts, I was successful in getting his dick down my throat. My nose was buried in his pubes, I could feel him breathing heavily and squirming; hands running up and down my spine and through my hair.
"That's amazing" he uttered. As much as I enjoyed swallowing his dick whole, my jaw was beginning to feel a bit tight and I craved a full breath. He must have read my mind because at that moment, his hands lifted my head off of his dick, the exit made a noticeable slurp and I giggled. "Du bist dran" (your turn) he smiled at me. At that moment I realized he had a few piercings, but not on the tongue. I was a little bit concerned about the lip piercing, but, thankfully, it didn't turn out to be a problem.
Tobi pushed me back on the futon and did a similar tongue dance that I had performed on him. He began by kissing me and nibbling at my neck, working his way down to my nips, where he spent a few minutes. The feeling was incredible, I had never fully appreciated good nipple play before, but now I was reeling from it. Not wanting to bore things, Tobi worked his was down to my own dick and released it from its cloth prison. Taking a firm grasp with his hand he gave my cock a slow, sensual tug and licked the head of my dick with his tongue. "Yesssssssssssss" I hissed through clenched teeth.
He didn't waste anytime. My mind exploded with fireworks as a comfortable moist feeling engulfed my own member. Not intent to simply pleasure me orally, Tobi took his free hand played extensively with my balls. This continued for several minutes, including a massage of the taint area; which always drove me crazy. When it came to a good blowjob, I had amazing restraint and control. I love the feeling of a tongue massaging the curvature of my own dick and always take my time to enjoy; but he was good.. Tobi pressed his mouth deeper until he was managed to swallow my member. Flexing his throat muscles, threw my cock into throes of ecstasy.
Not wanting to spoil the party, I suggested a 69 position. This was awkward because of a difference in height. I decided to take the initiative and let him finish first. After all, he was my guest. I sucked on him like my life depended on it. I applied every trick I knew in the book, turns out he had pretty good stamina too. I deep throated this German hottie as much as I could, massaged his low hanging balls with my tongue and played with his hole. After about ten minutes of this treatment I noticed his legs beginning to twitch beneath me. His breathing became labored and his grip on my hair tighter. I knew my prize was here. I would soon be rewarded with his warm spunk. Not wanting to miss this opportunity I gave him all I had in the home stretch.
"Ich kommmmmme" I'm coming" he whispered to me. I answered only with my own eagerness to taste and swallow this guy's jizz. Suddenly, a torrent of cum flooded my oral senses. I tasted his salty, yet sweet seed with satisfaction and swallowed it, only to be gifted a little more. This, was for me. I broke my grip on his dick and was greeted by his smile. I kissed him and we swapped a bit of his jizz together. Exhausted he needed a minute to regenerate before returning the favor. Not wanting to disappoint Tobi gave it his all. More aggressive than before, his tongue moved up and down my shaft driving me wild. I opened my eyes and could see the first grey of the morning break through the clouds; a sign to me that I shouldn't extend this pleasure too long. I relaxed and allowed his suction skills to work its grip around my shaft and head. Bobbing up and down on my cock and the occasional attention to my balls was more than sufficient. Five minutes later I found myself preparing for the inevitable explosion. "Tobi, I'm almost there" I said to him, as if he didn't hear me, he continued working my cock up and down. I released one of the strongest torrents of sperm I had ever sent out. A myriad of sensations clouded my brain and I groaned loudly. I was brought down off my high because of the extreme sensitivity. He came up for air and told me I was tasty.
After we cleaned ourselves up, we raced to bed to fall asleep before the sun hit the window. Having never had someone spend the night before, I was confused with bed protocol. I just sucked this guys dick...do we cuddle? Kiss? I was too tired to care anyway.
Five hours later I stirred. It was a Sunday morning and I had work to do. As much as I enjoyed my guest, I needed to wake up and start my day, I couldn't do that with this tattooed German sleeping next to me. I decided to wake him up by rubbing his crotch and massaging him. He casually came to and just as I was about to put my mouth on his scrumptious cock again, he mentioned he had to go.
Somewhat disappointed, but not really, I pointed him in the direction of some mouth wash and the chance to clean up. I wore my robe to front door and bid him adieu. We kissed for a minute or two, said it had been fun and hoped to see each other around sometime. I didn't know if I would or, but the idea seemed nice. He waved goodbye and I watched him walk down the stairs.
I never did sleep with Tobi again and I often fantasized about another meeting or taking it further with him. Awkwardly we ran into each other a few times around town, including the same gay bar where a month earlier we had danced our asses off. The spark just wasn't there anymore. That futon became synonymous with that night. Every time I had a guest over, I chuckled as they slept on that same bed that had been used for my carnal pleasure. Now, every time I see a guy I think might not be `my style' I think back to my time in Germany and the pierced, tattooed German.
As someone who has been reading Nifty for years, I figured it was time to contribute. This was my first story, maybe I'll have more. Feel free to write me at yourfsufantasy@yahoo.com .