Friends First (m/m) -- Plus A (f) Or 2.

[PDuvalEE]

Pete tosses a few more back. He’s going to be plastered before he gets to the plane. The bartender looks at me when Pete orders again. I shake my head no. Now, I’m not abstaining by any means, easily on my 3rd or 4th. Airplane lounge sized drinks, 1 oz each. So I have a buzz. Pete is starting to look like he could fly alongside the plane. He’s still chatting with Blondie. Hello, sweetie – gay (bi) couple here. But I let him have his fun. If she came onto me, I’d totally do her. Fucking hell.

I check my phone. We have a strict rule. When you go away – go away. No need to call everyone and your uncle. I think it goes back to when making international calls was a big deal. Now it’s call, text, Instagram, Facebook everything. I prefer taking a break and immersing myself in where we are. And hopefully immersing myself into some hot German dudes like Helmut. Fucking hell. That bulge and his ass. Shit. I actually have precum on my dick. I scrounge around there to make sure my boxers absorb it. Like I need a wet spot as we board…

Helmut comes up to us and smiles. Bam. Powerhouse German dental work at its best. Holy hell. “Are you gentlemen ready to board?” and he looks at us for our approval. Pete makes some parting conversation with Blondie. Helmut notices. “Friend of yours?” and Pete’s all high school football player. “No, but I’d totally munch her out and give her a thrill or three before I fucked her hard. Did you see how hot she was?” Helmut and I are looking at him. See, the drinks kind of lowered the TMI barrier.

“Peter, Helmut does not need to hear your thoughts on the fairer sex.” I turn to Helmut and let him know we are ready. He brought a porter to take our bags. Honestly, we can manage them, but whatever. Helmut leads the way and Pete was like, ‘What?’ to me. I lean in and explain that some things should be kept private. “Why, dude, she was totally hot. Going to Paris. I was like, ‘Call me, Berlin is close to Paris’, but she wouldn’t give her me her number.” Such an odd conversation to be having as we walk to the gate.

Easy-Peasy, breeze right through. Helmut takes our boarding passes, scans them, key-cards his way through the locked security door and leads us to our seats. Hot fucking ass. Did I mention that? The porters stow our luggage in our bin and Helmut indicated to 1A and 1B. “Gentleman. May I get you a pre-departure glass of champagne?” Pete, I can tell, is lit like a house on fire. “Absolutely. We are both PARCHED!” I just smile. Going to be some trip!

Champagne is consumed. The plane literally is pulling away from the gate and moving to the runway. We’ve been in our seats less than 5 minutes. “May I take those for take-off” and Pete downs his expensive French Champagne. I do too – what the hell, then hand the glasses to Helmut. “Thank you Helmut, very kind.”

Helmut takes a seat in a drop down seat facing us, and puts some elaborate seat and shoulder harnesses on him. Fuck look at that bulge. Fucking hell. He looks to the right (away from us) and adjusts his cock, rising up a little bit. Making himself comfortable. I bet. Then he turns and looks at us. You can feel the plane picking up speed such that we are thrust back into our seats. Helmut is looking straight ahead.

Front wheels up, then liftoff as the plane forces itself into being airborne. It’s an Airbus (of course), being a German airline. I’m just staring at that massive package. Damn, boy. Reel it in. You need to back off the German dude and not fuck shit up. I put my head back and close my eyes.

As we level off, we get the annoying obligatory message from the captain, in hot masculine German. Then in English, then in French. I literally want to suck his cock. Maybe the co-captain can take over for a bit? Hell – German men.

We get asked about our eating preferences and food is served and keeps coming. As does drinks and wine and whatever we need. Pete is getting a little frisky. “Think we can fuck in that bathroom, later?” I just smile and the thought is appealing. “Quite possibly.” So that gets left. I mean, I would. He is my husband, who I well and truly like and love. I just have this conquest (or temptation?) in front of me called Helmut. The perfect Germanic specimen of a man. I know, I know, I have the perfect American specimen of a man, who just offered to fuck me in the bathroom. But he doesn’t have a German accent. But we are on vacation. A sex-cation. To Berlin. Kinda leaning towards the conquest.

 

[PDuvalEE]

We get served dinner. Steak with a Bernaise sauce (a favorite, btw – just not on a plane), Weiner Schnitzel (another favorite, and hard to fuck up on a plane) or fish. We both do the Weiner Schnitzel. Got to say – pretty good. Salad. Rosti potatoes. Glass of red for me, white for Pete. Damn fine meal. We said we’d skip dessert, but Helmut insists we try the apple strudel. With ice cream. Fucking hell. They nailed this. It’s airline food – perfect combo of crust, apple, cinnamon, lemon zest and vanilla ice cream. Pete and I look at each other as we surreptitiously shovel more into our mouths. Fucking hell. We pass compliments to Helmut as he clears.

Helmut lets us know, as my eyes are at his cock level. I can just see the head. I am staring at it. It’s like 10” away. Pete is handling the logistics. We have about an hour and then the attendants will start breaking down the seats to cabins. While that’s taking place, we are welcome to shower, or prepare for the evening, and change into Lufthansa pajamas. My mind goes in a lot of dirty directions.

They invite us to go first, as we are 1A – Pete decline’s and asks if a sniffer of scotch might be available. I turn to him. “Are you crazy? That’ll be like your 20th drink – and I do NOT count. You will be hammered.” I get a flat stare back. “I don’t feel sleepy.” Scotch is brought. I ask for a wine refill and stop Helmut half-way. The rest of the cabin gets sorted into mini-cabins and it’s amazing. Walls appear from below and above and you literally have your own little mini cabin. My mind wonders at the possibilities. If Pete can get it up, I’d totally sit on his cock. Or maybe he’s aggressive and wants to plow my ass missionary. Fuck – he may want to get fucked himself or do a flip fuck. Open to all options.

Finally the rest of the cabin is done showering and changing and we are invited forward, Pete goes first, and he changes his clothes and they are folded by Helmut who is at the door. He is clearly keeping an eye on his drunk charge. Wait. Pete is naked in the changing room and Helmut is watching. Helmut hands him his pajamas. Then puts Pete’s clothes on the counter and enters the room, with the door shutting firmly. Mile-high club? I dreamed that would be me and Helmut. I knew I could do the same with Peter. But Helmut and Pete? How’d I lose out? The door re-opens and a fully clothed Helmut leads a pajama’d and tipsy Pete to his cabin and lie flat bed. I swear he passed out before he him the bed. Helmut hands me my pajamas. “Are you ready, sir?”

I get the door closed and change and Helmut asks for my clothes as I exit, folds them and puts them in a bag. He opens the door to our mini suite. “Just ring if you need anything.” While he literally arched his back and put his cock center stage again. Fuck. I look into his eyes. “You know what I need. Come and take it when it’s convenient for you.” Total eye lock. Then a nod. But with a smile. Fucking hell, I am hard as hell and stoned, probably drunk and fucking hell, Helmut pretty much just said we’d get laid.

“I get a short break in about 30 minutes. Would you like to see my sleeping quarters? Or should I check in with you then?” Fucking hell. This is real and this might happen.

“Either is fine – you let me know which one is better for you.” Which earns me another nod.

 

[sub_putinho]

submissive guy here, looking for some fun at skype: live:.cid.f91e85dbb83248eb
I love psychologic domination!

 

[laptoper]

looking forward to the Helmut fuck!

 

[JackM]

This story has got much filthier. I like it!

 

[PDuvalEE]

My dick is hard. Pre-cum is oozing. I have no idea of the time. I take a sip of wine. My cabin door opens, Helmut steps in, and the door closes. If I thought his package was prominent before. It’s obscene now. Fucking hell, as I lean forward and touch his cock, feeling his hardness. Damn. I look up into his eyes, as I unbutton his pants and let his semi fully inflate. I’ll skip the details, but it was perfect, massive and hard for me! Wasting no time, I dive onto it and do the best porn star acts that I can. I am also working my pants off. I need this fucking cock in me.

I get him super hard, my pajama pants off, and move down onto him, for a proper blow-job. I move my hands to his calves and my brain registers two very hard, steel like instruments strapped to his legs. I pause mid suck. “Please move your hands up. To my ass or my cock.” I nod, massive cock in mouth. One hand to work his shaft, the other exploring his ass, hole and taint. Lovely. I give him a good dose of oral and, knowing we have a time limit, I move onto all fours, smearing lube (from my cock-ring travel bag) and feel him move in behind me and the pressure of his cock on my ass.

Holy fuck. No pain – must be the alcohol & the gummie. Hands are on my shoulders and a very controlled fuck commences. I get every attention, from back massage to nipple tweak, to dick jerk to ball loving. I am pushing back onto his thrusts. His hands grab my neck and push me down. Into what I always call the “kill” position. Like he is a lion and I am a zebra, and he has me by the neck. He gets off, maybe I’ll live. He rapid thrusts and pauses. Fucking hell. As he bucks into me. After, gotta say, a LOT, he collapses onto me. I am 1000% on fire. I roll over and my hard cock is dripping pre-cum. A very warm mouth descends and takes the entirely of my cock into his mouth. Tongue swirling, fingers at my ass, fucking hell as I unload a LOT of cum into Helmut’s mouth. He swallows it all, then licks my cock to clean it. “Very nice.” He leans in for a kiss and we do, then he stands and it’s back into clothes.

“I will make a list for you of some of the better cubs Berlin has to offer. I am a member of a few of the better ones, so I can get you in. I will give you my cellphone and you will text me, yes?” I just nod.

Fucking hell. “Thank you, Helmut.” Which earns me another nod. “You were infatuated with my cock from when we first met. I wanted to make sure Lufthansa gave you a memorable trip.” Said straight faced. I smile and laugh. “Thanks, man. Lufthansa did well!” Then he is gone. Fucking hell. I get up and head to the toilet. Wipe out the ass, piss. Brush teeth and wobble back to our cabin. I am asleep before my head hits the pillow. That spent am I.

 

[PDuvalEE]

Have to say. For overnight plane sleep – not bad. Pete was conked out until like about an hour before landing. When he sat bolt upright, registered his bearings and jumped over me and out of the cabin. Massive piss, perhaps?

I think back to my hot fuck with Helmut and I get hard again. Peter is back and he’s so cute in his pajamas. I pull my pajamas tight in a non-obvious gesture to see if Peter will take the hint.

“I’m not blowing you in here. Helmut might walk in.” Which is true. “Helmut won’t mind, Pete. He has a great cock and knows how to use it. I think he’s like an Air Marshall or something. He has two knives strapped to his calves and when I felt them, he told me to move my hands to his cock or ass.”

Peter was opened mouthed. “How?” I look at him straight faced. “He knew I liked his cock and he wanted to make sure Lufthansa gave what was expected. And boy did he.” Pete’s shaking his head. “You are unbelievable, you know that, right? I thought you claimed to be straight, but you stare at a cock and then you get these men to give it to you. I so need to fuck you.”

Which gets Peter up and out of the cabin. He’s having words with Helmut and Peter nods towards me. I join him and we are in like a small room. “Please hand your pajamas to me”. Helmut is literally checking us out as we undress. I palm his bulge. Fucking hell I am hard. Helmut ignores my roving hand but you see eye movement when he sees Peter’s cock. Yep, my man is all man and yep, I can sit on that fucking thing and make it spit the white stuff. Helmut reaches into a cabinet and hands us a packet of lube.

“Presumably you will need this” as he adjusts the shower water temperature. “Soap up, and then do quick rinses. Our soaps are made to be lather-light, so rinsing will not be a problem.” Then it’s two big boys with hard-ons into the smallest shower available. I bend over and my torso is kinda out of the shower, but I need a dick up my ass and this is the only way it’s gonna happen. I feel my husband lining up and I feel the lube and I feel his gentle pressure and hands on my shoulders and gentle pressure as I push out and then the fullness of my man. This isn’t the lust of Helmut. This is making love and relaxing your husband. I feel a slimy hand on my cock, on my nipples and on my neck and the thrill as the pain hits light flight turbulence and I am reminded of where we are, and the incredibility of what we are doing. Then I think of Helmut’s big fucking cock and I spew all over the wall and floor. Peter is quick behind me. We catch our breath, blast some water on us, make out, and then dry off. 5 minutes easy-peasy. Love first class!

 

[PDuvalEE]

Helmut and I swap numbers and he texts over some clubs. We agree that we’ll meet for drinks later today at our hotel. Helmut was a week lay-over.

“You must be very careful with Berlin clubs. Some are good and some can be dangerous. Especially for two pretty boys like you two. We Germans enjoy a little pain with our sex, you need to understand that and be ready to protect yourself. Blood doesn’t make me excited, but I’ve seen some of my countrymen shoot their loads, hands free, at the fresh gush of blood.”

Which stops me cold. I was going for like a German cop, a whip. Maybe some bondage. Blood?!? NFW. I like my blood exactly where it is. Safe inside of me.

“There are also torture clubs, which I would not suggest you sample unless you have prior experience. And you will have to watch for prostitutes, druggies and baddies. Many of the far right like to pose as gay men to inflict harm. Stay away from anyone who does not have a full head of hair.” Skin heads. Huh.

“And you must not separate. You can get led down a dark corridor and tied up or drugged. You don’t what your dicks cut off” and my hand is on my cock. Maybe a museum instead?

“But don’t worry. I will show you the safe ones and introduce you to safe men at each club. I do this frequently for Lufthansa – you Americans are so sex deprived. I’ve led too many men around Berlin. Fortunately you are not too fem. The feminine ones are dangerous as they fall for the tough German man and that leads to trouble. I’ve had a few who had to go to hospital. I wouldn’t want that for you.”

Fucking hell. My dick is shriveled. I have no balls. I am scared shitless of Germany and frankly, I could very easily get on the next plain back. Then I look down to Helmut’s hot cock. Fucking hell. Totally riding that thing again.

 

[PDuvalEE]

It’s like a city full of eye candy. Hot men everywhere. Bikers, motorcycle dudes. Hot men walking. All announcing their cocks. All showing off. Damn. Tight pants and a bulge. It’s like a massive city-wide competition. A ginormous hot German dude at the airport had a sign for us. Hot as fucking hell. Big round bulge. He took our bags and had his side kick dispatched to claim our luggage. “Four black” and giant man with bulge held up his hand. “That will not be necessary. This is Lufthansa. Your bags will be delivered to my assistant.” Which happened. As we got led to a large Mercedes and I’m fucking staring at ass and cock and hot dudes and I need to get laid.

The Adlon is not too far and honestly, the place is impressive. The driver brought us to the front desk and our bags go magically away and we presume we’ll see them again in our suite.

HOT front desk. All 20s. Women stacked. Dudes hot. And efficient. Passports are shown. Credit card confirmed. Hotel explained.

“Business or pleasure?” asked Arne from Prague, per his name tag. Well I could easily do Arne. In a heart-beat.

“Sex clubs” I say. Earning me a look from Peter. “Well we are.” Peter turns back to Arne. “Pleasure.” Arne is professional. He leans back. No real package. He excuses himself. Decent ass. Then comes back with a stack of papers.

“You might enjoy some of the information in here” and right on. “Nightlife in Berlin” is one page. “Gay Berlin” is another. “Men about Berlin” is another. Nice. Going to be fun reading. I mean, why disguise it? We all want the same freakin’ thing. To feel desired and then to be pleasured. Peter turns and I wink at Arne, which earns me a smile.

“Let me show you to your suite.” As we are following him he talks about the hotel and the options. “We have some of the city’s best masseurs, if you’d like to visit our spa.” Hmm. Wonder about the happy ending part…

Our suite is cool. Yes, we got up grade. Big room, big bedroom with a large king in it. Yep, Arne, I will get fucked on that bed. I’ll probably fuck Peter on that bed, too. Don’t forget Helmut.

“Our friend Helmut will be calling for us later. If he asks, please let him know which suite we are in.” and Arne nods and takes his leave, with a large euro tip. 100 euros. If you want a chance at seeing his cock, make it a good tip. I know, I know. Fucking unbelievable!

 

[PDuvalEE]

We shower again and agree a quick nap would be in order. Peter gets all frisky, but I put him off (a first). “Save it for later, big guy” and we literally pass out. We did sleep on the plane but the over stimulation of a new and foreign city, let alone new and foreign men. Yep. Tired.

I roll over and see the dimming sky. Wow. Must have slept a lot. I get up and enjoy my piss chubby cock. I love my cock. I stand wide-legged and take a leak. Glancing at the mirror and my bedhead. I shake, not minding where the drops land. Wave my hands at the water and make my way back to the bed and climb in and close my eyes. As I’ve mentioned. I love a good warm bed at any time. I especially like it when I’m sharing it with the man I love. I want to cuddle, but I’d rather he gets his rest in. My mind wanders and I get hard and imagine all of the lovers I’m about to meet. I love stroking my cock.

I got so fucking lucky, man. Really. Handsome (an 88 is legal ‘handsome’ in my book.), a solid athlete. A scholar as well. Good health. A buffed out body. And a FUCKING MASSIVE COCK.

Does it matter? Ha. Not according to the small dicked dudes. But you so fucking know it does. Way, way, way a confidence booster. Having a bad day. Walk around the locker room naked. Enjoy the stares. Confidence booster. Shake it at chick or a dick you want and you can at least get a conversation started. Oh, I’m not he biggest in the room – wouldn’t want to be, honestly. That’s a lot of blood needed to get it up – and I hear sometimes that’s kind of hard. Like JJ. Let’s see about his boners when he’s 60.

Then, continuing with the many blessings. There is family. Mom, Dad. The children. But most of all its Peter. How on earth did I get so fucking lucky? I could so have fucked up our meeting. Or Peter might not have ever come looking for me. How sad would that have been? How great is it now.

I cuddle with Peter and my cock is hard at his crack. He wakes. “Someone’s frisky”. He gets up and has a semi and goes to pee. Then he’s back in bed, on his side facing me.

“I love you man. You know that, right?” He’s just looking at me and rolls his eyes. “Someone being weepy this afternoon?” There is a smile on his face. Weepy? No. Happy.

“Nope. Happy. In love. And about to get fucked by the best men this fucking city has to offer.” To which Peter puts his hand on my cock. “Happy to do the honors.”

“NFW man. The best GERMAN men this town has to offer. You are yesterday’s news.” As I get out of bed and head to the shower. That should get him on his toes.

 

[dr_xygopl]

Can’t wait for continuation !

 

[WadWorshipper]

Absolutely amazing story-telling! I've loved every chapter! Well done!

 

[gingerspice]

Waiting for the new episode

 

[laptoper]

Nice warm up. Looking forward to the clubs!

 

[txplorer]

one of the best , waiting too long to know whats happen in Berlin

LOVE IT and very sexy too

 

[PDuvalEE]

Peter does join me in the larger than average walk in shower. We have a view of the Brandenburg Gate. I stand nude at the window. Fully exposed and willing anyone to look up. But Berliners, well Germans, are indifferent to nudity. It’s us prude Anglo-Saxons (Saxony is German, BTW) that have the hang-ups about nudity. Nice Protestant denial. Irony is Protestantism was born (via Martin Luther) in Germany, when he stuck a knife into the church door with his proclamation. Hmm. Must see if we can visit that church.

The vacay is not to be all sex all the time. We have tours and events planned. We have a food tour planned. Also a trip to Potsdam. There is a trip to Sachsenhausen concentration camp. It’s funny, as we, or at least I, think of concentration camps as death camps. They are hideous, of course, and in-excusable events perpetuated on fellow humans. But ‘concentration’ in the German mind was just getting all of their ‘undesirables’ in one spot. The death camps, the work camps, those came later. An awful time in history. It should be studied, and understood. Then never repeated. We have a great walking tour of WWII scheduled for tomorrow. Then an East/West Berlin tour. I actually like East Berlin better than the West.

Our days are informative and the nights amazing. Brutal, animalistic, exciting, painful, blissful. I had a hot dude making out with me and then he bit my tongue. Hard. Yeah. Drew blood. Ditched him, fast.

A few (well, many) other hotties were more as expected. But all a little odd in some way. Dudes out for sex, not love. Fun at first. Interesting. I saw Peter was a little less enthusiastic then we thought. Yeah, we met Helmut and he got us to the right spots. It was fun. We fucked and got fucked. I’ll tell you about it so you get the high-lights, versus blow by blow (Ha!).

After we woke up the first afternoon/evening, I was a little sore and thought a massage might be useful. Peter said he’d want one, too. I called the spa and asked for two rooms. “Male or female?” and Peter responds that he wants a “Hot female”, which I dutifully relay to the chappie at the spa. “I’d like a hot, big dicked stud like man”, which got a chuckle. “I’ll see what we can do, sir” and we had an hour to get ready. Separate rooms. We get dressed and did a quick walk around the square. You can see bullet marks in the stone of the Gate. That was the Eastern side and we are in the American zone. There is a park on the other side, which was the Eastern side. We didn’t know this at the time, but learned it the next day on our tour.

Back in our rooms, we strip down and put the robes on, as instructed, and make our way down to the spa. It’s what you do here. Always passing guests in robes and slippers. Wowser. Nice place, the spa. We are not strangers to nice things, but you can really respect when a hotel or whatever takes the time to cater to their clientele. Which The Adlon does.

There are a few hotties at the spa desk. Seriously, they must only hire young, hot and malleable personnel. Eva is introduced to Peter and he is smiling and I know he thinks he’s getting laid. Eva looks like you’d expect an Eva to look like – blond, busty, cheerful and very, very fuckable.

I get Thomas. From Munich. Dark haired, beefy. Not very attractive, but not unattractive either. A good German boy. Fuck, Munich is southern, which probably means Catholic. And I know Catholic boys and their guilt and about not showing their pee-pee. I am here for his pee-pee. Fuck. With low expectations I give Peter a nudge and a ‘go’ and I follow Thomas.

I ask how his English is, as I follow his tight and high ass down the hall. I get incomprehensible German back. Fuck. We enter into a room and Thomas helps me out of my robe. Then turns a shower on, and removes his shirt, pants, underwear and socks. Fucking hell – looking good. I sport immediate wood at his lovely, average and floppy soft cock. Cute. I could blow the shit out of that. He leads me over and under the water, where he then soaps me and cleans me, then himself and we dry off.

German question, as we stand nude, drying off, which can only be “should I stay nude or would you like me to put pants on?” as he holds up a clean pair of folded shorts. I wave at him and indicate nude is fine. He is completely unfazed by my cock. Being erect. Hard. For him. He is soft. Buzz kill.

 

[PDuvalEE]

I get an excellent massage. Upper body first. I doze a little. It feels good. He’s at my head and I can see his feet as he stretches down to my glutes. I can feel his soft cock in my hair. Fucking fantastic. I love that. He moves to my side and I touch his leg. Making contact. It’s strong and hairy and it feels good to my touch. I get an immediate, and hard, spank on my ass. HUH?!? Dude, just being friendly. He works down my leg and is at my other side and I feel his other leg. Hey, I am paying. And an immediate two spanks on my ass. Wowser. I move my hand back to his leg and he is spanking me for real. I put my head up and watch him. Then watch his cock inflate.

My head goes down and I touch away, followed by an almost continuous spanking. It hurts, but it’s hot. I feel his erect cock, 7”ish at my head. Awkwardly, I lean up and lick it. Then am rewarded with more spanks. I fist his cock and get spanks. Wailing on my ass, that has to hurt his hand, those spanks.

Enough you little shit. I get up, dick hard and swinging, and off the table, grab his fucking ass, sit myself down and put him over my knees and go to town on his fucking ass. See how much you like it. Only his hard cock is between my legs, frotting with my cock and there is moisture there. The little fucker is getting off on this. Fucking hell. I move him off of me and admire his flaming red ass. Which needs to be fucked. I mime rolling a condom on and lube and he points to a drawer. I put a condom on, lube, then lube his ass, and bend him over into the kill position. I aim my erect cock and stab the mother fucker with my cock. It bends. His ass fought the penetration. Then it yielded and I was rewarded with a deep plunge into his bowels. He cried out and I pulled him up by his hair and slammed his torso down as I fucking had my way with him.

He gradually relaxed and then he came on the table, at least there were new wets spots on the table so it had to come from his dick, as my cock was still pounding away in his ass. Fucking pull him up and shoot into him, then down in the death position. Hands hard on his neck as I unloaded into the condom. Fucking hell. I am breathing hard. So is fuckwad. I pull out, fast. Hope it hurts, asswipe. Paper towel the condom off and toss it in the trash. As I am putting my robe on, a very coquettish German from Munich moves in for a kiss. He is all smiles and bliss and I get ‘Thank you’ in German. He looks like he’s just had the best fuck of his life. Fucking weird Germans. Holy fuck, was he into that shit? The spanking and denial and being taken?

I give him a kiss with tongue and thank him. In German. Then I swat his ass for good measure and get out of there. Holy hell!

 

[PDuvalEE]

Peter, to his decided chagrin, did not get my experience. All business was our Eva. Even as, according to Peter, he had a massive erection which the sheet did little to conceal. At all. He asked. He said he begged. He offered cash. He swore he wouldn’t tell. No dice. Prissy Miss Eva was a professional and even pinched his taint to get his cock to deflate. It did not. He ended a very nice but unsatisfactory massage, and walked out of there with his erection pointing out of his bathrobe. Not a good look. In a hotel hallway. Mumbling about fucking blue balls.

I’m literally post-coital and on my back on the bed. La-la-la is my mood. Kinky, but in retro, kind of fun. No. An experience. Spanking. I knew it was a thing. Just never had it to that level. Peter wanted a blow job. I told him no. “I’ve just cum bucket-fulls and I need to rest up for later tonight” which earned me a VERY dirty look. And a LOT of curse words. Oh, he could have insisted, as is his marital right, but we both knew he took a gamble with the chick masseuse and lost. I got the weirdo dude masseur and got laid. Not spectacularly, but better than him.

He calms down and we get dressed for dinner. I want steaks and hot concierge dude (of course) recommends and then books a table for us about 6 blocks away. Good. Stretch the legs.

Seriously. Are all of the men in Berlin 20/30/40 somethings, hot, and looking to get laid? Cuz that is ALL I saw on my way to dinner. Boots and cock on that dude. Fucking hell. I just got laid!

What a freaking dinner. Rib-eye steaks, carved, medium rare, with Bernaise sauce, excellent fries and salad. Probably my favorite meal. “Do you really want to eat so much if you’re looking to get fucked hard later?” as awesomely hot waiter man pours me another glass of an excellent cabernet. Wonder what the waiter thought of that question? I can see his cock in his pants. Or I tell myself I can. Sigh. Peter knees me as two women take a table next to us. Hot. You can see the nipples on one. Very erect. Beautiful blonds and laughing. No rings. Well, no wedding rings. Do they do that here in Germany? Have to ask. Peter catches lefties eye. Who comments to righty, while she remains looking at Peter.

Righty turns and looks at me. Fucking heart throb. Bam. Wow. What-a-women. Fucking hell. Dick swells. Precum spits out. It isn't just that she's beautiful, but you can see the playfulness. The good girl but naughty look. Elegant nails you know know how to work a cock. Wow. I smile and turn back. My heart is racing. Fucking hell. I wave the waiter over.

“Those two women are beautiful and we’d like to maybe chat with them and get to know them. Can you get them whatever drinks or wine they’d like, put it on our tab, and ask them if they’d be amenable to meeting us? Tell them no pressure, a ‘no’ is just fine.” Which earns me a nod.

The waiter surreptitiously goes to the bar and brings a bottle of champagne on ice to the girls and in rapid Berliner German, presumably, puts our request to them. They both turn and smile. The waiter comes to our table and says that the girls would welcome our company, and would you be interested in merging your tables?” Which promptly happens. I grab one side and Peter the next and we swing the table to be parallel to theirs and done. I am next to HOT brunette. Peter has his blondie. Fucking hell. Berlin.

 

[AtreidesNelson]

I definitely need more of this hot story!! I’m loving every single aspect of it!!

 

[gingerspice]

Oh welcome back! Nice to read the new chapters.