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“And never come back!“I only heard Tamara screaming when she threw my clothes behind me and slammed the door in front of my nose. The reason why she threw me out of the shared apartment is quickly explained: on Rosenmontag I had smooched with a girl dressed as a nurse, more hadn’t happened. However, Tamara’s best friend had seen that, who of course also told her to be brewed. Our three -year relationship was on the descending branch anyway, little sex lately, so that was only the icing on the cake to end it.
But where should I sleep now?
Oh, you don’t even know who is “I”, because I started directly with the story that has turned my life upside down. My name is Tobias, I am 28 years old and get a civil engineer when I am finished with my studies in a larger German city, whose names I do not name here. I am about. 1.80m tall and slim, with a slight muscle approach.
My chances of female gender are not bad. Due to my low source of income I am in a video store zog, I also entered Tamara for cost reasons when we were quite briefly together. Therefore, she also had the right to throw me out of our apartment because it was not really ours, but her own.
Kemal, it shot through my head.
I’ve known Kemal since childhood. We went to the same school, but he was a year older than me, stayed once and was in my class. We both grew up in a district far outside. I in a chic single -family house and Kemal in a bleak multi -storey housing estate.
His parents came to Germany from Turkey when he was still a baby and be Father Got a job in a large factory. They moved into a large four-room apartment in one of the living silos, since Kemal also had two older siblings. Over the years the father died, the siblings took off and his Mother took a small apartment in the same house, a few floors deeper. Kemal took over the apartment.
He worked not far away at a petrol station and was able to earn a good additional bread there through his car mechanic teaching by making small repairs and maintenance of cars. I still had a good one with Kemal Contact. Even if I lived with Tamara in the prestigious city center, I drove out into the Trabantenstadt once a month to kick in my old football club, in which Kemal also played along.
I sat on the last bus that drove out and drive after half an hour, I was in my old home.
It started to rain and I was glad that the bus stop was not far from Kemal’s house. I pressed the bell with his last name and the outdated intercom croaked: “Yes? Who is there?“I replied that I was and asked for admission because I was in an emergency situation. “Sure, come up, age!“Kemal replied and the electric door opener already summed up.
I entered Kemals apartment.
Everything was still like then when I was here as a child. Despite its size, the apartment was not expensive, but Kemal did not earn enough to re -establish them state -of -the -art moder. I reported on my dilemma with Tamara and asked Kemal to get back to him. A room in the student dormitory would be the only thing I could afford, but getting one there is very difficult, especially since a new semester with fresh students just started.
Kemal agreed. He didn’t even want me to take part in the rent, but only an obolus for the consumption of water, storm and the whole other stuff that I naturally paid.
So I moved in with my Turkish buddy. Everyone had their own room and the changing visit to the women at Kemal and the rhythmic ogged their bed against my room wall didn’t annoy me, although I was currently very interested in women because of the separation of Tamara.
Rather the long trips to the university in the city center were really caustic by bus, but on the other hand, I could hardly live cheaper, and I also got along with Kemal. Therefore, after three weeks we decided that I simply put on a flat share at Kemal as a flat share. I now increased the monthly amount of money to participate in the rent, which Kemal accepted gratefully because he was constantly chronically broke.
One day a lecturer was sick and I was able to go home two hours earlier.
I entered the living room and Kemal was sitting on the couch, only dressed with jogging pants under which he obviously erect his obviously tail kneaded. He looked at a porn in which Turkish women were taken hard by German men. Kemal pushed the stop button on the remote control and moved his cock right. “Sorry, age.
I hadn’t expected you so early and wanted to let me down because I couldn’t make a date clear today. And since the film looks better on a large flat screen than on my laptop … “I waved off. “Good, Kemal!“Interested what he was looking, I went to him, pressed the Play button of the Blu-ray player and the action on the screen continued. Damn, I had no sex for weeks, even not even handed it up myself and in my jeans it was damn tight.
“Really sharp. What about it when I join you?” I asked. “No … no, it’s okay!“I sat up the couch Next to my Turkish buddy and kneaded my crossbar in my jeans. Kemal did the same for me through his sweatpants.
“Age, I have to free my cock from the tight jeans. We know our silent cocks from showering to the football, It doesn’t matter when we see them stiff, or?!”I asked Kemal. “Yes, yes … let’s get them out!“Kemal lifted his football ass and pulled his sweatpants down. His cock shouted out.
I opened my jeans, nested at my boxer shorts and fished out my little friend, who was very happy to come to the fresh air and already produced plenty of juice. Kemal’s cock was not unknown to me. As a Turk, he was of course circumcised and Kemal was also a real guy, so that he didn’t shave anywhere, but at most stood up his strong body hair. I’ve always found it horny to be completely depilated.
On the screen, the friend or perhaps husband of the Turkish woman entered the room, while the light -skinned guy bored his cock into the cunt of the Tussi. Shocked at first, the Turk was quickly pointed and undressed. The German switched from cunt to ass and the Turkish man licked his wife the pussy. From time to time the ass fucker slipped out and so it came that his glans touched the tongue of the Turk.
I looked at the television spellbound and didn’t notice how Kemal stared at my cock. Suddenly he said: “How is it to jerk off with a foreskin?“I paused and said with a laugh:“ It is quite normal for me, I don’t know it any other way.“Kemal had stopped in his movements and continued:“ Can I touch and move it?“That actually went a little too far for me. Wanking together is one thing, but handle? On the other hand, since the separation from my girlfriend, nobody has touched me down there, so why not? “Ey, that remains among us. I don’t feel like being stamped as a gay!“Kemal nodded, grabbed my stand and pushed slowly, then increasingly faster in a not unpleasant wanking pace, the foreskin up and down.
“No worries, Tobias. We’re not gay. We are just two guys who are currently without a woman and cared for a throwing out.“I enjoyed the feelings that Kemal gave me. I closed my eyes and didn’t even have to imagine that it was a woman who touched me down there.
“How is it without a foreskin?“I asked in terms of thought. “Try it out, my little one is certainly also happy about some care.“I reached for Kemal’s best piece and drove over it with my hand. The glans was rougher than mine and it was very unusual without jerking off the little coat. Kemal now failed again horny juice from his piss slit and I managed to scrub better and better.
My day -long sex abstinence made sure that I quickly ejaculated. And also Kemals penis spat after me for a short time. Our juices glued our hands and exhausted we stayed for a while before we tubed up and showered together, without taking any further acts.
In the next few days I always met Kemal on our couch when I came home.
On days off, he often did not even get dressed after getting up and I did it right away. The nudity quickly horny us and it always ended with the fact that we jerked together on the couch. That means Kemal did it with me. I had tried what it is like to have a different cock in my hand and decided for me that I don’t need this mess.
Kemal always brought us to shoot at the same time. We drove this game for about four days and on the fifth Kemal suddenly said when I was sitting in front of him with his eyes closed and behind my head: “Hasted something when I bubble him?“At first I was startled again, but Kemal had already gone so far, then he should do this too. “Do what you can’t leave!“Kemals lips put themselves over the little Tobias and it was indescribably cool. A woman has never blown me so well before.
Kemal sucked as if he had never done anything else. But that was also time, a really nice blowjob. My point-of-no-return approached unstoppably. I warned Kemal, he should end it by hand, but he didn’t seem to hear me.
So I thought to myself: to blame myself, I warned him and already shot a fountain of my life elixir directly in Kemals and on the movements of his larynx I could notice how he swallowed it to the last drop. “Bäh! How can you drink that?!”I asked disgusted. “Almost none of my women swallowed!“Kemal wiped over the lip and said:“ I didn’t want a mess on the couch.”
So it went on. Almost every evening we drank a beer, got rid of our clothes, Kemal jerked off and me what in one Wind concert Kemals approached and ended that he drove my broth like a thirsty buffalo.
After another week that Kemal had put my joy donor nicely, the naked Turk suddenly swung on me and his hairy ashole swings over my cock tip. “Shall we?” asked he. Skepticism spread on my face, but fucking would be horny again after so many months. “Yes, I would have been in the mood, but I don’t think my ass! If you want to gay around, that’s okay, but I’m staying stock hetero!“Kemal laughed and said:“ No, no.
You can fuck me without consideration.“He lowered his ass and my slippery Lümmel cheekily knocked on the door to Kemal’s brown salon. “Wait, we still need a rubber!“I called, but Kemal was already lowering and centimeters after centimeters I entered his box. “So’n nonsense. We’re just two heteros who have a bit of fun and I can’t get pregnant!“Kemal replied to me with a laugh.
Well, and without Pariser it is also hotter, as I think myself. Kemals received me with a cozy warmth and tightness. Only one of my ex-girlfriends let me deflower anal. But that hurt her so that I didn’t get a shooting.
Kemal’s face also moved in with pain. I think it was probably too first time. But he ended bravely until I was in him until I was a stop. Then he stayed for a moment before he started moving up and down.
My Turkish buddy now moaned constantly. No longer with pain, but with lust. So it didn’t take long for my orgasm to be announced. “Shit, age … I’ll come right away!” I called.
But Kemal continued to ride my cock like a cowboy a wild bull. “Spray it in me, Tobias!“I didn’t let this be said twice and my sperm ran into it, like a warm, soft electricity. Kemal sat down completely on me, so that my cock stuck in him to the root. When I got his ass, Kemal also came violently and sprayed his Turkish juice into the face and on my stomach.
Exhausted sacks of kemal on me and his breast hair bathed in his own juice. He suddenly raised his head and wanted to smooch with me. But I decidedly fended off that. That was a little too gay to me.
I threw Kemal down and while the young Turks ran my sperm out of my ass on the couch, I took a shower. Was right what I had done with him? We didn’t go too far with mutual jerk off on the first evening? But on the other hand it was the damn the best sex that I had so far!
The following day I had a long conversation with Kemal. I made it clear again that I was not gay and neither wants to cuddle nor cuddle with him or even want to blow it out and fuck him fucked by him. However, if he is in the mood to live out his bisexual streak with me from time to time by using it anal, then that was okay for me.
Kemal agreed and so I fucked him sporadically for weeks. After that, however, he always disappeared into his own bed without exchanging tenderness.
One day, however, Kemal brought home a young Turkish woman. He had met her at a friend’s wedding and since his parents, especially since his father was already dead, were not so strict and no woman was looking for him, he had the free selection.
Fatma, his girlfriend, came to us more and more often. He didn’t fuck her on the first day, but after about two weeks I heard these typical noises made of Kemal’s bedroom, which I perceived at the beginning of my entrance. During this time he couldn’t let me fuck either. And I myself had some exams in front of me, which is why I went away empty -handed because I just didn’t have time to go out because of my learning.
I granted Kemal a woman. Apparently he had prudent to be not a bi, but again a whole guy and these ass fucks were just an experiment for him.
According to his statement, Kemal was not yet firmly together with Fatma. He said that she would speak very clip and already talked about marriage, which is extremely annoying him.
He does not want to commit himself to a woman yet. “And besides, it would be extremely difficult for us to have some fun together!”He said once and pinched me in the crotch. One evening, shortly after Kemal fucked her, Fatma left us relatively early again because she had very strict parents. My room door opened and the bare kemal came in.
There was still a mixture of Fatma’s Fotzenbleim and his sperm on his tail. Apparently he also fucked her blankly. “Bock, to fuck me?!” asked he. Since he gave up with Fatma, I had no sex and I wordlessly moved out my boxer shorts.
My cock was quickly stiff in memory of an uncomplicated ass fuck. Kemal wiped the mixture of the mutual -sex body fluids from his tail and lubricated mine well. Then he knelt on my bed in a dog position, I climbed behind him and slid into him without any problems. Totally horny I fucked him only a few bumps when I just started to Japsen: “I come!“I rammed my pleasure donor into my Turkish friend with one last push, who called:“ Yes! Fill me off!“My sperm sprayed against his intestinal walls.
Kemal no longer came, he had fucked Fatma twice before.
So it happened that Kemal became more and more sexual toys in the following days. Sometimes he was even so brazen to Fatma that he briefly sneaked into my room on a quickie or blowjob, while his old one was exhausted from fucking in bed exhausted from fucking. With a full -complete ass or last sparrowest on the mouth, he went back to her.
One day Fatma’s parents were invited to friends at a wedding in a further away city and she had explained to her parents that she was sick and could not help. Since her parents would sleep in a hotel, this would be the first night in which Fatma could sleep near Kemal. However, my Turkish buddy explained to me before she came that he wanted to fuck her again and then send her into the desert.
He had just climbed Fatma and came back to my room.
He put my cock back with his and her horny juices and introduced it. While I was concerned with him, I asked: “And? Have you already kept her back on hand on a look at her?!“My cock drove in and out unstoppably, with Kemal replied mischievously:“ No, I’ll do that right away. I wanted to see again if it is worth sending it and whether it will bring your male replacement!“Pleasantly horrified by this statement, I gave everything and shortly before another ass insemination, the door opened and Fatma stood naked with crossed arms in front of us. Kemal slipped my cock out of his ass with fright and he fell on the side of me.
“So you want to shoot me today?!“Fatma called indignantly. “No, honey … that’s completely different!“Kemal tried to explain, which brought nothing, because Fatma had apparently noticed our conversation during the fuck. “So?! Everything completely different? Well that you let your ass stuff yourself is quite clear. And for a pig I sacrificed my virginity?!“Fatma started crying, but she started very quickly:“ But well, now I have something against you in my hand.
If you don’t get married and make me an honorable woman, I tell you everywhere that you get into bed with your German buddy. I’ve been here for a long time. I took evidence photos with my cell phone!“Kemal nodded disarmed. “And as a further condition, your roommate will also get me.“She came up to us, pushed Kemal aside, climbed me and introduced my first smiled, but now through the view of a cunt, stiff cock again into her pleasure grotto.
Fatma was honestly not my type of woman. She had a great figure but I was just too young and I didn’t like her face. But she was still very tight because Kemal was her first husband and she only had a few weeks together. My bare glans rubbed her cervix when she sinked down.
“Oh, that’s good!“Fatma called. She looked around and looked at the amazed kemal. “Come here and put yours in my ass. I want to try a sandwich.
And woe you don’t give me a nice cream filling!“Kemal became horny through the sight of how I got it back to his girlfriend and now it was he who entered her ass and did not have to put one off himself. Through the thin skin I felt Kemal’s tail on my rubbing. That was a crazy feeling. “Boah! Your gay seas tear me!“Fatma screamed.
Gay sore? Wait, maybe your friend has a slight tendency to bisexuality, but I’m still hetero. To show her to her, I now accelerated and got it the little bitch. Kemal also wanted to prove his masculinity through pace and so it didn’t take long for us both of them to be vaginally and anal.
Fatma soon flew away with Kemal.
She moved in with us and I had to stand my husband with her. Because neither Kemal, nor me, were in the mood for our little dirty secret to fly up. Fatma became pregnant very quickly. She and Kemal got married quickly so that she was still fitting the custom -made dress.
I wasn’t the best man, but of course I was convinced of whether they properly stopped their wedding night by being there. Since I found it inappropriate to live with an expectant family and also got poisonous looks from Fatma’s parents, when they visited us, I took off. I was lucky and found a booth in the student dormitory. At the birth of the child I came back to the high -rise settlement.
The baby was surprisingly light -skinned, but no one was surprised except Fatma, Kemal and me. A marriage that was built on a compulsion had to go wrong. At some point I noticed that Kemal never let himself be divorced, but regularly met with a guy from the football club and fucking them together. I myself never had anything with a man again.
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