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“Are you not Lars?“The good -looking guy looks at me expectantly. I sit in my favorite café in Berlin and don’t get it right away. I look several times. Naturally.
He stands in front of me. Alex. The former practi from the youth center, with which I had unabashedly driven it in public on New Year’s Eve. I was banned and he was fired.
We had never heard of each other again. Not he but Werner became my first long -term youth love.
“That’s a surprise”. We get chatting.
Damned. He still looks good and I am not surprised how he got me around back then. What does it mean to get around. We both wanted.
I had been lagging on him for weeks and hoping that he was finally noticing what. It crackled in the air and the tingling in the stomach was no longer to be increased. Suddenly he was sitting next to me on this New Year’s Eve. We had already drunk a little, but not too much.
The touches of our knees and then on and on my thigh. His tongue in my mouth. A minute -long, breathtaking first kiss between us. The hands that first touched the T-shirt and then the jeans from the butt, touched me everywhere, even in the most intimate places.
I was defenseless. The exploding feelings when everything sank around me all around. When I was his warm hard tail felt on my tongue and sucked it intensively and massaged it. Until then, I only knew that from my own tube, which I could still spoil the articulated one until I was sprayed.
I spoiled my cock as before just my own pipe. Nevertheless, it was different with this foreign part. Even the taste differ from my familiar own juice. On the grubby mattress of the youth center, I experienced the 69th position for the first time in the pale light.
The confusion, now all, including the girls and the buddies, defenselessly naked, to be finally outed as a gay boy. But all shame and reluctance was blown away. Nothing matters. The boundaries had fallen.
Only our bodies and cocks were important to us. Like the bystanders, including mine Sister and their girlfriend, clapping, jaws and cheer us on. His fingers and mouth, which suddenly caused my cock to explode like a dam broken break. Walker places ignited in my head.
When we drove it until after midnight with short breaks and we perceive the firecrackers and rockets as in a trance. The firecrackers and rockets also lit in our bodies.
It still took me when I went home completely euphorically and secretly looked at the mirror whether I was still the same. “You are one,” grinned my sister on the way home.
“I always thought that you like boys” .. . “That’s not bad …” I hadn’t noticed her at my side anymore, could not answer and we both were silent. She held me by the hand and suspected how it was around me.
We only talked about it years later. The year -long desire to have sex was suddenly and finally fulfilled. And yet completely different than I always heard or imagined it.
Not with a younger girl, but with an obviously gay older boy.
All ideas from the first time have been thrown over the pile, although I have often warded off in the photos of the boys of the month. But still I imagined sex with girls or how they would do with the guy shown. And now I was gay. Gay.
A gay young man in 7. Heaven for which more than just a new year.
I will touch my cock and mine later until I wake up until I wake up at lunchtime Egg, who were now completely owned by another person who took it as a matter of course and owned by me. Who kneaded me and to whom I spontaneously fulfilled his wishes as he did, and as if we were a couple. Before us and the screeching girls Wixxten two other, heavily declined guys, with down -let jeans.
They were also interested in us either and after rapidly completed work they went out to go to the bollards with the girls. Some of their fired rockets met me, also in the face. They blasphemed over the “gays”. No matter.
I have never forgotten it, often on what I have experienced, asked me what had become of Alex and suddenly the guy stands in front of me again.
I have not been a teen for a long time and yet the blood shoots me in my tail. He takes a seat. “What are you thinking?“He kindly asks me when we look deep into our eyes.
These green eyes, which almost drove me crazy back then and how I saw them with hardly any other person beforehand. “On the back then, on New Year’s Eve” I whispered. “Me too..Often.“We are still looking at our hand when his hand comes closer under the table. He is as brisk as it was then.
She is now on my bump and rubs me gently. Like back then. I almost caught out loud in the middle of the restaurant.
Alex suddenly gets up.
“I go deeper …see you soon.” OK. It was only when he is almost a minute away it dawns to me. See you soon?? Naturally. He’s waiting for me.
I also get down the stairs and look around. A door is based. It was not a deception. I slip in, he closes the door.
“Here you are at last…!!!” . We fall over each other like then. Faster toilet sex is not my thing. Here and now.
It is also clean and does not smell uncomfortable. Our pants fall to the ground after we greedily solved the belts. Our hard cocks touch each other as naturally as our tongues. His fingers claw in my butt.
Slowly he pulls my tight underpants off my ass. Now our part is naked. I want his cock. He seems to have become bigger natural.
It is vigorously supplied with blood and the tip already tastes good.
“I want you,” he moans. “I wanted it back then …” Why didn’t he dare? If he had fucked me in front of the eyes at the time, I would probably not have anything. I was just his used, willless tool anyway. But we probably had probably hosed too often to do a satisfactory hammer hard on this New Year’s Eve in addition to all other games with the mouth Ass fuck to follow with the complete task of virginity.
Today his eggs are probably full again and now I just want sex.
He also. Here and now. His tongue plays on my neck and ear. His fingers are on mine rosette.
He always has lubricant? He massages mine anus With the slippery stuff when someone can be next door. Just when he finally rinses and leaves the toilet, Alex finally penetrates me.
It is he who dominates. I put it like.
How many times have I been fucked? And yet it is very different here in this area of the cafet toilet with quiet music. His staff starts and sinks into me. The feelings explode again. I leaned far forward and he plays deep in me.
His fucking bolt is obviously very practiced and sticky hard. The feeling in my ass becomes indescribable. He holds me.
The surrounding area sinks around.
I only concentrate on this fuck and unfortunately it comes relatively quickly, but intensely. We will stop for some time. He’s very deep in me. His cock loosens after endless minutes with a light blubb out of me.
Alex disappears without a word with a folding on my sperm -smeared ass.
I still stay seated, let myself drop and remove my own traces from the wall with toilet paper. When I go up, the idiot already paid and was gone. He didn’t even leave a phone number.
I am annoyed and go. My expression lights up again immediately when I get it out of his door automobile Winden see and get on. “Was too fast,” he says. “Sorry”.
I want to continue.
Feel it. He too. We drive a few kilometers in silence. My bottoms are getting wetter.
He must have hosed tremendously and had a lot of pressure in the eggs. In the greenhouse sauna we get down to business again. We lick, stroke and blow ourselves up again. I too will get my expense again now.
We talk about earlier, my gay great boys and my wife (he is childlessly divorced), saunas, sleep a round and then continue to fuck well into the early morning.
The last time in the wet sauna, where some dirty guy “assisted” us from below “assisted” us very lovingly. He licks sitting on the wet floor, wixxing, my eggs and my shaft, while now I fuck Alex on my part. It was just very good again between us.
Like back then. Only experienced, adult. Right sex among men. I’ll come again.
The guy on the floor also splashes. We are now surrounded by three wixxing types. But I don’t want anything from them, today I only feel like Alex and not after Group sex and the guys move away.
He and I grin at each other.
Maybe we’ll meet again, even if now almost 700 km between our places of residence. Perhaps? Certainly. The sun is just opening when we say goodbye again with a long kiss in front of Friedrichstrasse train station.
Short story.
All readers and of course also Bigile Readers with the best wishes for the new year 2015 dedicated.
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