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Three years ago, I had only been on the job in Atlanta for 6 months when I was told that I was going to be representing our company division at a management meeting in Berlin, Germany. Our company’s corporate parent was a German held equity group. Why me, someone new was being sent I soon learned. If there was to be a “fall guy” for anticipated complaints the CEO in Atlanta believed that my being new would make it hard to not be given a chance to correct whatever was perceived to be wrong. Guess what? I didn’t care, I was going to get a free trip to Germany and I have never been overseas before.
Germany was beautiful, it was summer there and the flight was easier than I thought. In fact, the company had a car pick me up and take me to an upscale boutique type hotel. The next morning was the meeting and first I met with another American broker who explained what was going to the meeting and how I should respond. Interestingly, I had zero nervousness because I held no responsibility for what was going to be the complaints. In fact, the meeting actually went rather well and ended early. I now had a day and a half of totally free time on my own in Berlin.
I walked around parts of the city but really didn’t know where exactly to be spending my time. I went back late in the afternoon to my hotel and took a nap. It now was early evening and I went down to the hotel lobby restaurant for a quick bite to eat. I was sitting alone when a tall well built younger guy came in and sat down at the next table. The waiter spoke broken English and I was having some difficulty trying to order. The guy seated at the next table overheard me and got up and started interpreting for me. He then sat down across from me and said in a heavy German accent, “American?” Yes, I responded and although he was able to interpret my order he did not speak fluent English either and I spoke no German at all. Nevertheless, we engaged in stilted conversation and I was able to share how I had never been here before and was looking for things to do that evening. My new friend said he would take me to a couple fun spots. I was not sure if this was a good idea because I didn’t know him of course but he seemed friendly enough that I took the risk that he was not some crook.
I was surprised they had Uber or perhaps something similar and we had a driver take us around. Of course they both spoke fluent German to one another so I had no idea where we were headed. But, we went down some major streets, stopped by a river, he pointed out some famous statues and buildings, etc. It now grew dark and my new friend, William, said he was going to show me something you didn’t see in America. We drove to this area with a lot of bars, restaurants, but kind of in a compact seedier location. He got out of the car and we walked. It was a warm pleasant night and soon I realized we were in the Berlin’s version of a Red Light District. Some prostitutes approached us and my friend asked if I was interesting and I told him no. I was and am married and although I won’t say I am totally faithful, I didn’t think it would be a good idea with what seemed more like street walkers than let’s say, more classy escorts.
My friend, William, seemed to nod his head in understanding of my lack of interest in the street prostitutes. Instead, in his broken English he told me we would go to a club. We walked into this dark kind of quiet club as I did not hear music or a lot of socializing occurring. William handed an attendant some money and motioned me to follow him. We walked into this back area and I was shocked to see several nude and semi-nude men walking around in towels. I stopped for a minute confused but William again motioned for me to follow him and we walked into a locker room with lockers and William began undressing immediately. He opened the locker next to him and pointed for me to do the same. This place was odd. It was like a gym with lockers but without the gym. I wrapped a towel around myself as did William and again he motion me to follow him and we went into a steam room. I looked around and there were a few men but I didn’t see any women. What I also noticed were the men that I saw all seemed to have some pretty big penises and all uncircumcised which was something I was not use to. The few inside this somewhat large steam room all were just relaxing and with not many conversations (which of course I wouldn’t have understood what they were saying anyway). It all seems weird but I figured it must be a way that people go to relax. However, probably after 5 minutes it was too hot for me and I got up. William said something which I didn’t understand and I wavied my hand across my face like a fan trying to non verbally show it was too hot.
William I remember had a smile across his face which I didn’t understand the context but with the towels wrapped around us, we got up and I followed behind William as we walked to a different room which was like a maze of shower heads already spraying water. William removed his towel as I stood behind him and walked into the room and even though I didn’t feel entirely comfortable I did the same and entered behind him. I figured the shower was to wash off the sweat from the steam and they had these big rags hanging off these bars by the shower heads and I figured you were supposed to use them. Now, I have a kind of small penis and when soft it is somewhat thin and about 3” hanging on a good day. I have never felt comfortable with nudity for that reason so I had kept my back turned to William. I allowed the water to hit my face and body. Suddenly, I felt William rubbing the rag with soap along my shoulders and back. I instantly wondered is this what Europeans do, as I knew overall both the men and woman were more relaxed about nudity and social concepts overall. As I shared he was tall so I could sense him standing a bit above me. Then I had the shock, well two shocks. William kind of grabbed my shoulder with one hand and turned me around to face him. First shock; he took the soapy rag and with a broad smile reached down and began using it to wash my balls and penis. I stepped slightly back and looked down and hanging off of William was the second shock, he had the biggest penis I had ever seen in reality swinging back and forth. Plus, unlike me, men in Germany of course as I said were uncircumcised and he had a lot of foreskin hanging over the head. It seemed like the German penis had more foreskin than the American one’s I had seen (which makes no sense I suppose yet true). Now, am not exaggerating when I say hanging down was a length of at the minimum a good thick 7” soft and maybe more. Plus now face to face with William using the cloth on my penis the difference in our sizes was so humiliating as I swear he could have fit my entire and now erecting organ just inside the foreskin. Why was I growing erect? Well it was not only his use of the rag but I was so turned on by his penis. I am not gay, had never done anything with a guy, but I certainly had jealousy of well endowed guys in videos. This wasn’t a video and the penis hanging in front of me was real and so amazingly big. Just the look of it alone triggered something in me that maybe I was vaguely aware of in the past but now in front of me made it all the more exciting. It just was a superior penis to mine, so much larger and I couldn’t even begin to imagine how much bigger erect it might be. It was shocking to see and exciting that he was touching my cock too. I think retrospectively I had to have had some idea in the back of my brain on all that was occurring but in that particular moment it all was happening so fast. In fact, any negative thoughts were not there I just was experiencing without much other thought.
I guess I was staring so much at his huge penis because William with his other hand grasped mine and pulled it and placed it on his penis. I not only did not yank my hand away, but I lifted up this heavy organ and slid the entire foreskin back to reveal the head. I had never touched another man’s penis or an uncircumcised one and was surprised how the foreskin so easily moved despite so much of it. It was beyond exciting to be holding this big male organ in my hand. William dropped the rag and after about 30 seconds pushed gently down on my shoulders to bring me to my knees with my face now right at his penis. I studied it, holding it in my hand, like an object of art. I couldn’t believe this was happening but perhaps being in a foreign country with no one knowing who I was, or just in the moment, I felt no shame only lust. In fact, as I marveled at his immense penis way bigger still feeling soft than my erect penis, I thought to myself is this how woman react to something so big like this sexually as well? I had no resistance to my lust now and closed my eyes and took his penis in my mouth. I loved the sensation of this massive but very pliable organ filling my mouth. I had experienced enough with my wife or women sucking my cock (or observed in videos) to know what to do although of course I had never done this myself before that moment. I was amazed to experience the sensation of this big penis growing in my mouth and hand. His penis felt so wonderful and yet powerful and several times I pulled back just to look at it. As I sucked it, I felt like a baby sucking a bottle. It just felt so relaxing and strangely comfortable but fun. Again, I know it will sound like an exaggeration but I swear it had grown to twice my 5” erect cock so that it was 10” long. To be sure I stood up and compared the two penises and sure enough mine only came halfway up his shaft side by side. My cock looked ridiculous next to his.
Germany was beautiful, it was summer there and the flight was easier than I thought. In fact, the company had a car pick me up and take me to an upscale boutique type hotel. The next morning was the meeting and first I met with another American broker who explained what was going to the meeting and how I should respond. Interestingly, I had zero nervousness because I held no responsibility for what was going to be the complaints. In fact, the meeting actually went rather well and ended early. I now had a day and a half of totally free time on my own in Berlin.
I walked around parts of the city but really didn’t know where exactly to be spending my time. I went back late in the afternoon to my hotel and took a nap. It now was early evening and I went down to the hotel lobby restaurant for a quick bite to eat. I was sitting alone when a tall well built younger guy came in and sat down at the next table. The waiter spoke broken English and I was having some difficulty trying to order. The guy seated at the next table overheard me and got up and started interpreting for me. He then sat down across from me and said in a heavy German accent, “American?” Yes, I responded and although he was able to interpret my order he did not speak fluent English either and I spoke no German at all. Nevertheless, we engaged in stilted conversation and I was able to share how I had never been here before and was looking for things to do that evening. My new friend said he would take me to a couple fun spots. I was not sure if this was a good idea because I didn’t know him of course but he seemed friendly enough that I took the risk that he was not some crook.
I was surprised they had Uber or perhaps something similar and we had a driver take us around. Of course they both spoke fluent German to one another so I had no idea where we were headed. But, we went down some major streets, stopped by a river, he pointed out some famous statues and buildings, etc. It now grew dark and my new friend, William, said he was going to show me something you didn’t see in America. We drove to this area with a lot of bars, restaurants, but kind of in a compact seedier location. He got out of the car and we walked. It was a warm pleasant night and soon I realized we were in the Berlin’s version of a Red Light District. Some prostitutes approached us and my friend asked if I was interesting and I told him no. I was and am married and although I won’t say I am totally faithful, I didn’t think it would be a good idea with what seemed more like street walkers than let’s say, more classy escorts.
My friend, William, seemed to nod his head in understanding of my lack of interest in the street prostitutes. Instead, in his broken English he told me we would go to a club. We walked into this dark kind of quiet club as I did not hear music or a lot of socializing occurring. William handed an attendant some money and motioned me to follow him. We walked into this back area and I was shocked to see several nude and semi-nude men walking around in towels. I stopped for a minute confused but William again motioned for me to follow him and we walked into a locker room with lockers and William began undressing immediately. He opened the locker next to him and pointed for me to do the same. This place was odd. It was like a gym with lockers but without the gym. I wrapped a towel around myself as did William and again he motion me to follow him and we went into a steam room. I looked around and there were a few men but I didn’t see any women. What I also noticed were the men that I saw all seemed to have some pretty big penises and all uncircumcised which was something I was not use to. The few inside this somewhat large steam room all were just relaxing and with not many conversations (which of course I wouldn’t have understood what they were saying anyway). It all seems weird but I figured it must be a way that people go to relax. However, probably after 5 minutes it was too hot for me and I got up. William said something which I didn’t understand and I wavied my hand across my face like a fan trying to non verbally show it was too hot.
William I remember had a smile across his face which I didn’t understand the context but with the towels wrapped around us, we got up and I followed behind William as we walked to a different room which was like a maze of shower heads already spraying water. William removed his towel as I stood behind him and walked into the room and even though I didn’t feel entirely comfortable I did the same and entered behind him. I figured the shower was to wash off the sweat from the steam and they had these big rags hanging off these bars by the shower heads and I figured you were supposed to use them. Now, I have a kind of small penis and when soft it is somewhat thin and about 3” hanging on a good day. I have never felt comfortable with nudity for that reason so I had kept my back turned to William. I allowed the water to hit my face and body. Suddenly, I felt William rubbing the rag with soap along my shoulders and back. I instantly wondered is this what Europeans do, as I knew overall both the men and woman were more relaxed about nudity and social concepts overall. As I shared he was tall so I could sense him standing a bit above me. Then I had the shock, well two shocks. William kind of grabbed my shoulder with one hand and turned me around to face him. First shock; he took the soapy rag and with a broad smile reached down and began using it to wash my balls and penis. I stepped slightly back and looked down and hanging off of William was the second shock, he had the biggest penis I had ever seen in reality swinging back and forth. Plus, unlike me, men in Germany of course as I said were uncircumcised and he had a lot of foreskin hanging over the head. It seemed like the German penis had more foreskin than the American one’s I had seen (which makes no sense I suppose yet true). Now, am not exaggerating when I say hanging down was a length of at the minimum a good thick 7” soft and maybe more. Plus now face to face with William using the cloth on my penis the difference in our sizes was so humiliating as I swear he could have fit my entire and now erecting organ just inside the foreskin. Why was I growing erect? Well it was not only his use of the rag but I was so turned on by his penis. I am not gay, had never done anything with a guy, but I certainly had jealousy of well endowed guys in videos. This wasn’t a video and the penis hanging in front of me was real and so amazingly big. Just the look of it alone triggered something in me that maybe I was vaguely aware of in the past but now in front of me made it all the more exciting. It just was a superior penis to mine, so much larger and I couldn’t even begin to imagine how much bigger erect it might be. It was shocking to see and exciting that he was touching my cock too. I think retrospectively I had to have had some idea in the back of my brain on all that was occurring but in that particular moment it all was happening so fast. In fact, any negative thoughts were not there I just was experiencing without much other thought.
I guess I was staring so much at his huge penis because William with his other hand grasped mine and pulled it and placed it on his penis. I not only did not yank my hand away, but I lifted up this heavy organ and slid the entire foreskin back to reveal the head. I had never touched another man’s penis or an uncircumcised one and was surprised how the foreskin so easily moved despite so much of it. It was beyond exciting to be holding this big male organ in my hand. William dropped the rag and after about 30 seconds pushed gently down on my shoulders to bring me to my knees with my face now right at his penis. I studied it, holding it in my hand, like an object of art. I couldn’t believe this was happening but perhaps being in a foreign country with no one knowing who I was, or just in the moment, I felt no shame only lust. In fact, as I marveled at his immense penis way bigger still feeling soft than my erect penis, I thought to myself is this how woman react to something so big like this sexually as well? I had no resistance to my lust now and closed my eyes and took his penis in my mouth. I loved the sensation of this massive but very pliable organ filling my mouth. I had experienced enough with my wife or women sucking my cock (or observed in videos) to know what to do although of course I had never done this myself before that moment. I was amazed to experience the sensation of this big penis growing in my mouth and hand. His penis felt so wonderful and yet powerful and several times I pulled back just to look at it. As I sucked it, I felt like a baby sucking a bottle. It just felt so relaxing and strangely comfortable but fun. Again, I know it will sound like an exaggeration but I swear it had grown to twice my 5” erect cock so that it was 10” long. To be sure I stood up and compared the two penises and sure enough mine only came halfway up his shaft side by side. My cock looked ridiculous next to his.