“Oh man, sorry!” Niklas exclaimed, and for the first time in my life I was splattered with someone else’s cum.
We were both students at the Goethe Institute. I was 26, he was probably around 20 and we had spent the afternoon by the Isar river, which runs through Munich, in an area where clothes were very much optional. We were at my apartment and had been grinding our pelvises together hard, exploring each other and giving into our true desires for the first time. Neither of us had ever done anything like this before.
“Oh man I didn’t mean to… I just…” Niklas spluttered.
But I wasn’t listening. I was so hard I hurt and I knew there was no stopping the orgasm building in my tight balls. I grabbed my dick and seconds later onetwothreefour white streaks soaked Niklas’ stomach, dick and thighs. I dropped to my knees and sucked Niklas clean; his cum, my cum, our cum. I licked his thighs and his pubes and stomach. Not a drop escaped my carnal appetite.
“Did you like that,” Niklas asked somewhat earnestly.
Cum dripping from lips, I had a chuckle.
“Um, let me think…”
Now it was Niklas’s turn to chuckle.
We were both quiet for a moment. Now what? Was he going to take off? Did I want him to or did I want him to stay? Were we finished or was there more to come? I wasn’t hinting that he should leave, I wanted him to stay and I could sense that he wanted to stay, too. Neither of us reached for our clothes.
I sat on my futon and apologized about my lack of furnishings as he was about to sit in the chair and I said, “Sit here, plenty of room.” Our hips touched.
We talked a little bit about what we had just done but neither of us wanted to dwell on it much and I certainly didn’t regret it or feel ashamed. I said I was worried about what it would be like the next time I was with my girlfriend. Feeling Niklas’s naked body against mine, feeling his hot cum hitting me, feeling how his kiss had traveled through me from head to toe (really), it all felt so much better than being with a girl. But was I just feeling the sex or was there romance, too? That was where my male fantasies had always stopped; they were not romantic in the least, but as I sat there with Niklas my mind was opening up.
I lay back on the futon and Niklas did the same. I turned toward him and ran my hand down his chest and wove my fingers into his sticky pubes and held his heavy shaft and gave it a squeeze. Then I leaned over and kissed his nipples and kissed his lips and he kissed me back and we lay there for a while.
I pulled the covers over us and in minutes, we fell asleep for about an hour and when we woke up I calmly straddled him and ran my hands down his arms while pressing my thighs against him and feeling the warmth of his stomach on my balls. I leaned forward and pressed my chest against his and hugged him and absorbed his warmth and scent as I kissed his neck and pressed against him harder. When I sat up I was hard again and Niklas wrapped his fingers around my shaft and stroked me. I slid back a little but his erection stopped me and I rolled off and told him I wanted to try something.
I straddled him again but with my dick above his face and wrapped my lips around his tip and started to work my way down. He was so warm in my mouth and as I took him deeper he yelped, “Ow. Teeth!” I opened wider, straining my jaw, and kept going until my gag reflex kicked in but I was ready. I had done this before hundreds of times with my dildo and I backed off a bit and finally got him to the back of my throat where I pressed until he penetrated me.
Niklas moaned, “Oh, yeah, god that feels good.”
His pubic hair twangled my nose and as I pulled back for air I felt the warm wet of Niklas’s mouth on me. I’ve never been able to last long getting a blow job and I buried my face between his dick and inner thigh, his smooth skin against my cheeks.
Sex, river, sand, sweat, cum, Niklas engulfing my senses.
“I’m going to cum,” I said. I expected him to release me but he sucked harder and my legs and arms quivered and sensations built and built, and Niklas sucked faster and I yelled, “Fuck!” as I creamed Niklas’ tongue and throat.
I went back to work on Niklas and right away I tasted precum, then a bit more. Then I heard a groan and a warm blooming wash of viscous fluid soaked me to my tonsils and I kept him in me until I was sure he was done. I wished with all my heart that men could cum multiple times in quick succession. I wanted a hundred more mouthfuls. A thousand.
I rolled off him and we lay side by side and I saw a small dribble of cum escape his tip so I licked it and then lay back down. I rolled onto my side to face him and he flinched when I touched his nipples and I ran my hand and fingers over his chest and along his arm and across his softening, still swollen dick. I placed my head on his chest, I was so relaxed. I had not expected this. I thought we’d pull away, a little embarrassed, maybe ashamed, yet there we were, lovers, post-orgasm bliss, still tasting each other, quiet.
It was early evening and the air was cooling even though the sky was still light. I pulled the comforter over us. His warmth infused me. I heard his stomach growl.
“Want to get something to eat?” I asked with a light laugh.
There was a bodega just minutes away and so we dressed and walked to it for some frozen pizzas and a few beers. Once back in my apartment we put the pizzas in my tiny oven and filled a few beer mugs, then sat at the table and waited for the oven to ding. Niklas crossed his legs the way Europeans do, not squared, and his shorts rode high on his smooth, taut thighs and I was debating whether to bury my face between them when the oven timer went off. We ate, talked about nothing in particular, drank a bit of beer and when we were done I asked him if he could hang out for a little longer. It was still very light out — that’s Munich in the summer — but a light rain had started to fall.
“Maybe stay until the rain lets up?”
“I can hang out for a little longer. What time is it?”
“7:15,” I said.
Niklas rubbed his thighs. “Wish I at least had an umbrella, you know? Do you have one I could borrow?”
“Sure,” I said. “No problem. It’s in my room. Let’s finish up these beers in there before you go, cool? It’s warmer than the kitchen, usually. I’ll turn the heat on.”
I sat on my futon while Niklas took the chair and I switched on the TV. There weren’t many channels but right away I found The Godfather Part II, in English with German subtitles. It was just getting started.
“Ha, I love this movie! Let’s watch a bit of it.”
Niklas nodded and we moved the TV to the chair and sat together on the futon.
We lost track of time and watched the whole thing.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed. “It’s nearly 10:30. Forgot how long that thing is. Here, let me get that coat for you.”
I pushed the comforter off of us and with the TV off, I could hear the wind outside. Darkness was finally starting to fall but the rain was coming down hard.
“Looks miserable out there,” I said.
We were still in shorts and T-shirts and the room was cold.
And then I surprised myself.
“You’re welcome to stay the night. Do you want to? I’ll have the place to myself for a few more days.”
I saw a flash of hesitation cross Niklas’s face.
“Just a thought,” I quickly added. “Totally up to you.”
“I don’t have anything with me,” Niklas said. “Do you, by any chance, have a spare toothbrush?”
I knew I did but said I would check.
“Ta da.” I walked back from the bathroom holding the unopened toothbrush I had just bought a few days ago because mine was on its last legs. “Never used!”
“Um, wow, well, uh, yeah, sure, I guess I can stay over. Where should I sleep?”
“Are you kidding?” I laughed and patted the futon. “Plenty of room.”
After we brushed our teeth, we took our clothes off and scooted under the covers to get warm. I spooned him and ran my fingers down his bicep and across his nipples and down his pelvis and gave him a light squeeze. He pushed his ass into me and said, “I had fun today. I like being with you but where is this going?”
“Let’s just relax and not think about things too much,” I said and kissed his back lightly.
The morning light poured through the window and woke me with a start with my back to Niklas. I had the most severe case of morning wood I’d ever had and wasn’t sure what to do when I heard Niklas stir and felt his fingers wrap around my shaft.
“You too?” he asked.
I turned onto my back so he was facing me and saw his reddish cock pointing straight toward me and dripping a little bit.
I didn’t hesitate.
I took him into my mouth and down into my throat and held him there for as long as I could. We got into a perfect 69 position and, as usual, I felt an orgasm rising and so I released him and pushed back a little.
“Wait. I know myself, I’m going to cum and don’t want to yet.” I flipped around so we were face to face and lay on my back.
Aching.
Niklas cuddled against me and turned so I could spoon him. He pushed his ass against my pelvis and as I gently stroked him, I pushed my dick between his thighs and thrust slowly. Then I guided my dick up and down between his cheeks and he moved so I could press my tip against his hole.
“Do you like that?” I asked.
Niklas sighed.
“I have condoms,” I said. I was sure he was safe and I was safe but the risk wasn’t worth it.
Niklas was quiet.
“Put one on,” he said.
I grabbed the pack I kept under my futon and rolled a condom down my dick. Niklas helped.
I spooned him again and lined up my tip with his hole and pressed gently. Thank god the condom was lubed but still I was not quite ready for how tight an ass could be. I pushed harder and Niklas groaned but I was not in, not at all.
“I have an idea,” I said, and I headed to the kitchen for some oil. I coated the condom in it, then brought the oil into the bedroom and rubbed some into Niklas’s ass and and gently worked a finger into him, then two. He said it hurt a little but didn’t stop me and so I kept going in and out and in and out until he started to feel more relaxed.
“Ready?”
Niklas nodded and I pushed my tip between his cheeks and felt when it was in the right spot and started to push. I was gentle but firm and I pressed harder and harder and harder and POP!
Niklas exhaled hard.
“You okay?” I asked.
He nodded and then moaned as I pushed deeper and deeper.
“Oh god, I don’t know if I can take it.”
“Should I stop?”
“No, please no. Just go slowly.”
I didn’t push deeper but started to fuck him in a slow relentless way.
“Oh my god, fuck me please, just fuck me.”
I started to speed up and push farther in and he gasped and I pushed even deeper and I could feel him against my pubes. I pushed again and I was all the way in. It felt so good. Vaginas are fine but nothing like Niklas’s ass. I pulled back and then started again and his ass clenched my dick with raw strength. Every time I pushed in deep I thought I would cum, but I managed to hold off and now that he was more relaxed I started to fuck him harder and faster and my greedy dick wanted his greedy ass.
I started to pound away and he was stroking himself and we both started sweating and we moved to doggy style and with my fingers digging into his cheeks I was right on the edge but kept pounding. When he came, his ass pulsed and the sensation was almost too much but I held on and finally went as deep as I possibly could, then a little deeper.
My orgasm welled up from my core being and overwhelmed me and I let out a loud guttural groan and collapsed against his back. I tried to push my dick in even deeper but I was all the way in; there was nowhere to go. His back was sweaty and I tasted his wet skin with my tongue and then I slowly pulled my angry-hard dick out of his ass and emptied the full condom along his spine and licked it up.
Niklas collapsed onto his stomach and we both rolled onto our backs.
“Fuck, that was incredible,” Niklas whispered and I replied by sucking his cock clean and kissing his thighs and stomach and nipples and neck and lips.
After a few stunned minutes I said, “I should clean up. I’ll get you a towel, too.”
“What time is it?” Niklas asked.
“The best time ever,” I laughed. “Want to get some coffee?”
